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kakujis · 1 year

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ghost in the machine;

ft: bonten!mikey. pt 2 of this post.

warnings: afab!reader, pet names (baby, good girl), praise, reader is terrified of mikey LOL but warms up pretty fast, minor angst, pining, not implied kaku x reader, hes just mentioned cus i love him.

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a/n:i couldn’t get this song out of my head after i heard it and i thought it fit bonten!mikey so well. he’s so sad. TnT. i really wanted to write pt 2 of mikey’s part also, so this is purrfect!! may be a bit ooc, but idc. soft bonten!mikey ftw!!! this almost stayed sfw but i am nothing but a wh*re. a one track mind. anyways. soft… this is so soft. please love hims. ):

mikey has seen it all before, how could he not, when he holds the world in his hands? when one single command could ruin someone’s life, could set destruction wherever he wanted. each day comes and goes, routine settling deep in his bones. there’s no spark behind his eyes, hollow and empty. but he’s pretty like a seashell, fragility hiding behind the dark shadow of himself.

mikey didn’t think much when you were hired, wasn’t sure why he hired you anyway. but takeomi had insisted, have a pretty girl to take some of the burden off. but you ended up becoming less of his secretary and more of bonten’s secretary. and he found himself getting attached watching you flit around the headquarters like some maid. “ran, do you need help with that?” or “i’ll take the paperwork, don’t worry, kokonoi!” or “could someone please bring a warm tea up to mochi’s office?”

you maneuvered your way into all of them, gentle touches and even gentler wordings ringing in their ears like a song. you were available, physically and maybe sometimes emotionally, but you stayed at arm’s length and mikey knew why. simply put, you were afraid. afraid of getting too close, afraid that you were disposable like the random grunts who pissed haru off. but you were especially afraid of mikey, all of them would kill or order someone to be killed without a single hesitation, but who did they bow down to? their king, who they all followed dutifully. high above the king reigned supreme, and who were you but a simple pawn?

so you decided to drown in the work mikey gave you, heart hammering whenever he came too close. you needed this job, you needed to sustain yourself, you didn’t want to run back home, no you couldn’t run back home. even if you wanted to, you couldn’t put anyone you cared about in danger, not your parents nor your friends, knowing you stayed just a few feet away from the most dangerous men in Japan.

you had finished your work for today, finally done going through hours of mind-numbing paperwork. mikey had asked you to stay in late tonight and you had done just that, scrolling mindlessly on your phone waiting for your boss to come back. a means to distract yourself, since you loathed when it was just the two of you. that’s why you ran around the building like mad for other members that didn’t ignite your fight or flight. you hated the way your hands trembled when the door opened, automatically opening your texts with kakucho, not like he would come to your aid if you asked, never one to disobey his boss.

with the click of a lock, your stomach was flipping in waves, little alarm bells ringing through your brain and the grip on your phone became a little bit tighter. you could see him in your peripheral, the same expression as always, soulless, desolate, empty. sighing, he walked over to your desk, white locks falling by his eyes. there’s something on his mind as he reaches your desk, picking up some of your things, little trinkets you had gotten one day when ran mentioned how empty your desk was. he turns them in his hand, one by one, looking them over before setting them down.

“s-so,” you start, cutting through the silence, voice already shaky. “what’d you need from me, boss?” your hands start to move, one smoothing over your thigh, the other clicking the lock screen button on your phone repeatedly.

he doesn’t respond, instead sauntering to the couch and plopping down. he motions you over, two fingers up curled on his right hand, and you obey, slowly and shakily moving over. you sit opposite of him, trying to keep a good distance. if he’s upset by it, you can’t tell, dark eyes staring at you.

“i’m lonely.” he states, eyes trailing over you. your heart pounds at what he could be inferring, there’s no way, right? he’s never made a move on you before, it’s always been strictly business, besides he’s had you make dozens of calls to satisfy his urges before.

“oh! do you want me to make a call? i think, um, i think one of your girls should be free tonight, no?” you open your phone, contact: kakucho still visible on the top of your screen. are you alright? it reads, not realizing you had sent a text earlier, i’m scared.

he’s fast, snatching the device from your hands and throwing it to the floor, theres a few clacks as it bounces away. “i don’t want em.” you’re trembling, chest heaving, as he’s the closest he’s ever been, leaning into you as you try to back away. your body reacts on its own, shrinking down into the plush cushions. you brace yourself, waiting for him to start grasping at your clothes, but he doesn’t.

instead, one hand wraps around your wrist and gently tugs, “could.. you pretend you’re not scared of me? just for tonight?” his voice is so soft, whispery, and the hand around your wrist shakes lightly, like he’s the one who’s cornered.

you blink at him, there’s something in his eyes. something desperate and lonely, something that begs you to say yes. it melts away at your shaky core. just for tonight. you nod before adding, “i’ll try.”

he moves closer still and you steady yourself, deep breaths to make sure you don’t flinch. “just pretend i’m kakucho or somethin’,” he mumbles, sinking his face into the crook of your neck. you blush, it’s not like you were into kakucho, he just made you feel comfortable.

you’re still unsure what tonight will actually lead to, but you find yourself relaxing slightly in his arms. maybe it’s because you don’t have to do anything but stay there, in the embrace of a broken king.

“can i kiss you?” he asks, lips grazing your neck.

“where?” you gulp, a hint of that cruddy feeling in your stomach, clammy hands fiddling with the fabric of his shirt.

“here,” he breathes, pausing at your pulse-point.

you mull it over, but just for a moment, before you mumble out a shaky, “okay.”

he presses down and the kiss is soft, slow, and sweet. each time you anticipate that there will be something more, something harsh or heavy, there never is. every time he moves he asks again, “is it okay here?” and you say yes, over and over, as many times as he wants.

eventually, your hands stop trembling with fear, but want. each time his lips hover over a new spot you find yourself breathing out a yes before he even asks. one of your absent minded hands card through the tresses of his hair, as he moves a hand to the top button of your dress shirt.

“can i?” he asks, glancing up at you, a red tint on his cheeks. when you nod he seems to relax a bit as he slowly unbuttons your top revealing your bra underneath.

his hands ghost your exposed skin and you blush under his burning gaze. “you’re so beautiful.” his hands continue trailing, stopping at your waistband. “can-“

“yes,” you breathe, “you can.” it comes with an air of finality, the essence of letting go of your fear in return for what you desire. behind those cold, coal eyes, you think you see a spark, a dimly lit fire in the darkness of his soul.

he’s a little bit faster, only slightly, wanting to relish in the way you’re under him as he slips the rest of your clothing off, slick cunt on display. you react to every touch, a whimper escaping your lips when he flits his fingers over your clit.

he leans down, pressing his lips to yours. it’s tender, deep, and needy. he keeps kissing you as he slips one finger in, the gasp from your mouth allowing him to slip his tongue in. he inserts another, loving the way you arch up into him, messy tongues sliding over each other. he groans into you, feeling the way your needy cunt is already twitching on him, scissoring you open for later.

“mikey..” you sigh in between kisses, drool running down the side of your mouth, “please,” grinding your hips into his hand. he pulls his hand out to undress himself and you whine, trying to find something to grind onto. he thinks you’re a greedy little thing, but it’s better than when you shy away from him, much better in fact.

when he’s done, he hooks your legs up around his waist, giving his leaky cock a few pumps. he scans your face one more time as he lines up with your entrance, waiting to see if you’d tell him to stop. he would if you wanted him to, but you give no indication, instead watching his cock with pretty, wanting eyes.

like before, he’s slow as he pushes in, the tightness of your pussy around his cock has his mind spinning. for you, it’s a little uncomfortable, the stretch being something you never get used to no matter who it is, but the gentleness and earlier prep has you melting into him. as he bottoms out, hips flush with yours, he presses his forehead to yours before leaning in for another kiss.

he stills for a bit, eyes shut, savoring the feel of your wet, tight cunt. how long has he wanted you? if he thinks about it, probably since the day he met you.

“mikey?” you ask, and he snaps his eyes open. you’re so pretty, he thinks, as even prettier words leave your mouth. “p-please fuck me already.”

you mewl into him as he starts to move, steady rolls of his hips into yours sending jolts of pleasure throughout your body. he pants as he glances down, watching your greedy hole suck him in.

“you feel so good,” he groans, “like you were fucking made for me.” using a particular harsh slam to punctuate his sentence.

your toes curl as the wet slap of skin reverberates throughout the room, before you’re putting your arms around him to tug him close, nails digging into his back.

“you close, baby? gonna cum for me?” he murmurs into your ear, feeling you clench down on him. “you like that? you wanna be mine? want me to fill you up everyday, so everyone knows whose pussy this belongs to?” he’s rambling now, eyes squeezed shut as your tight cunt continues to twitch on his cock.

“yeah,” you babble back, his cock hitting your sweet spot over and over, “‘m wanna be yours, want you to fuck me everyday,” he’s so deep and fills you up so well, you can’t help but want this. “f-fuck, mikey, i’m cumming!” you gasp, clamping down and creaming all over him, body shaking as you whimper into his neck to ride out your high.

“good girl,” he groans, “such a good job, baby.” it’s sort of dream-like for him, the way you moan and whine as he fucks you makes him want to keep going. but the continuous twitch of your walls has his hips stuttering out as he fills you up, hot white ropes of seed washing over your walls. he collapses on you, head buried in your neck, wrapping his arms snugly around you.

its quiet as the two of you bask in the afterglow, save for the ring of your phone. you peek over and squeak, trying to move mikey off of you, “ah, it’s kakucho, he’s-“

mikey places a finger on your lips, brows knit with a pout on his face as he presses hard down on you to keep you in place. it’s foreign to see your boss look so childlike, but it’s pretty cute, your heart fluttering at the sight. “you didn’t pretend earlier, so you’re not allowed to mention him now.” he grumbles, and you tilt your head to the side wondering what he’s talking about.

“just pretend i’m kakucho or somethin’”.

“o-oh,” you stammer when the realization hits. “right.” you stare at the ceiling, wondering how you ended up in such a predicament, not too long ago you couldn’t even be within the same room as him without panicking. now, you’re in his arms, skin to skin with his seed inside you, your cheek resting on his head. you don’t notice the absentminded stroke of your hand on the small of his back.

but mikey does and is once again struck by how someone as gentle as you wormed their way into the worst crime syndicate. he’s not sure if it’s love, but it’s probably something close. he’s like putty in your arms, unwilling and unable to pull out, even as you shift your legs to find a comfier position.

“let me stay here,” he mumbles, drowsiness taking over his limbs. “just for tonight, you can hate me again tomorrow.” but you know it’s not just for tonight anymore. there will be tomorrow night or maybe it’ll be next week, but you know you’ll find yourself in his arms again.

“i never…” you mumble, frowning, you want to say you’ve never hated him. you were just afraid, but the words don’t come out stuck on your tongue.

“don’t worry about it.” he yawns and you nod, it’s so different right now. you’re afraid to say anymore and ruin the atmosphere.

mikey has seen it all, but he thinks that the view of you is the best he's seen. it’s quiet again and he stays on you, in you, as the gentle rise of your chest lulls him to sleep.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers x you #manjiro sano #manjiro sano x y/n #manjiro sano smut #mikey sano #bonten #bonten mikey #pibby writing #ok bai im gonna play league all day #god i love not proofreading #tokyo revengers x reader #manjiro sano x reader

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characterswithcolorsnamesfight · 2 months

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Prelim Poll 16

Propaganda here

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romchat · 8 months

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Ripe Town Ep. 1 visuals: Under the cover of light

I am absolutely LOVING the historical crime drama Ripe Town. It's moody, nicely paced, and has really solid acting. The show reminds me of a grimmer, more ruminative A League of Nobleman, and its restrained but equally masterful cinematography caught my eye from the first scene. If you're looking for a prestige drama, this is it.

I wanted to share some of the cinematography choices the show makes in its first episode that help set the perfect tone for a crime drama. Film nerds, there are so many goodies in this show.

Under the cover of light

What a great cold open.

The show drops us (literally) in a farm field with our main character, Qu Sangeng, and his partner, Gao Shicong. They are bailiffs who have been sent out into the fields to investigate the mysterious appearance of a scarecrow, and they soon discover it's the dead body of Sangeng's mentor, Captain Leng.

(Side Note: There's something intriguing about the way the camera lingers on this sea of gold as it swallows and propels Sangeng and Shicong toward the scarecrow. It's almost like the field is its own character with its own memories. I don't think this will be the last time the plot returns us to this location.)

We learn at the coroner's that Captain Leng had not only been strangled but also pierced with a wooden rod bearing the Confucian quote "My principle is unified." This inscription paired with the theatricality of the body's staging (in broad daylight, in an open field) lends a deeper meaning to the murder. As an officer of the law, it is Captain Leng's duty to uphold justice, so why else would the murderer distort a classic work of philosophy if not to indict Leng of some moral malpractice?

And to a certain extent, we can understand that indictment by how the show portrays Captain Leng and Sangeng's colleagues in the criminal court system. Just look at how these officials are introduced:

They're filmed in darkness or shadow, the use of low-key lighting giving each a suspicious air. The strategic use of props further reinforces our first impression of them as sinister, incompetent, and corrupt men.

It makes you think about what other crimes have been committed in these rooms under the guise of justice.

The virtuous (but unstable) lone cop

Given how the show portrays the police and court system, it's notable how our main character, Sangeng, is often blocked in relation to them. As a bailiff, Sangeng is intelligent and principled. When we look at the composition of his scenes with men in power, he is often positioned towards the other end of the screen with the vertical lines of beams or doors physically demarcating his separation from them. He doesn't share their ethics nor does he tolerate their power plays.

And yet in Episode 2, we see the usually stoic Sangeng display a startling amount of violence and abuse of power, similar to a colleague he had criticized for the same behavior during this episode. I'm curious to see if and how this investigation continues to unravel him.

If these walls could speak

Ok, my favorite part of this show's cinematography is its use of dirty framing. Look at these gorgeous shots:

Dirtying the frame is when the camera crew uses things like architecture, objects, or even people in the foreground to add depth to a shot. Ripe Town constantly uses windows, plants, etc. to frame our characters as they discuss the case, which is such a smart way of upping the show's creepy factor. It feels like there is always someone (possibly the killer?) watching from beyond the frame

But maybe even cooler is the constant use of background action:

Check out how often there are people in the background near enough to our main characters to observe but far enough to not be intrusive (or helpful). Throughout Episode 1, we see farmers, bailiffs, and other workers stand around as Sangeng works the case. Like with the dirty framing, there's a sense of surveillance but this time from the townspeople as a whole. It's the classic small-town mystery trope where you suspect everyone knows more than they let on.

I wonder if this notion of surveillance will become one of the show’s major themes: are people watching because they’re trying to protect a secret or are they watching because they're hoping someone will reveal and take accountability for those secrets?

Together, these filming techniques create a fascinating world where murder is committed during the day and secrets are revealed in the dark. I can't wait to see how the story continues to deliver more and more interesting visuals as its mysterious plot unfolds.

#Ripe Town #繁城之下 #Under the Prosperous City #Fan Cheng Zhi Xia #cdrama #bai yufan #meta #a league of nobleman

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majorleagueupdates · 3 months

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BREAKING: the Tampa Bay Rays have changed their uniforms to display a beautiful embroidery piece of Tony Soprano smoking a big cigar with his face half in shadow.

#major league baseball #baseball #tampa bay rays

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swissboyhisch · 8 months

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Hockey Girlies Unite!

With the start of Hockey season starting soon, our discord is buzzing with activity. There is 50+ members and we'd love some more!

Link: https://discord.gg/24ZswxKuF9

If you enjoy hockey, writing and reading, you'd love our team. Games, trades and players all discussed. Anything and everything hockey and more. Even if you're new to the sport and want to learn more.

Some upcoming events in the discord: Start of Season Game Watch Party Halloween Movie Night Quiz Night

Writing is something we also are passionate about. If you need inspo, editing help or just want to chat ideas, this is a great space for it. Need fic recs? I'm sure someone will give you many!

Whilst Hockey is the main topic we all love, we also discuss things like F1, books, Disney, travel and gaming.

If you have any questions or the link doesn't work, feel free to message myself or @mp0625 :)

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larsnicklas · 6 months

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2023-24 NHL SEASON SNAPSHOT MOMENTS ↪ TAMPA BAY LIGHTNING VS. DALLAS STARS

Tampa Bay's VICTOR HEDMAN is honored in a heartfelt ceremony prior to his 1000th game in the NHL. He becomes the first Lightning defenseman and only the third player overall to play 1000 games for the club. Tampa Bay would go on to win the game 4-0 in a dominant performance in front of a raucous home crowd. HEDMAN logged over 23 minutes of ice time in the victory and was +1 to end the night as his team snapped a four-game losing streak.

#victor hedman #steven stamkos #tampa bay lightning #bolts #nhl #hockey #seasonsnapshots #meg.gif #meg.all #meg.bolts #i'm not a huge bolts fan but they're so great to watch when they're good (which is most of the time LMAO) and hedman is a particular fav!#the tradition of swedish defensemen is so long and storied — thank you lidstrom — and victor hedman is an admirable part of it!!#i always feel sappy and sentimental and maudlin when a guy reaches 1000 games especially all with the same franchise.....#longevity in this league is HARD man... and to do it all with the same team... that's so cool.#and then when they get teammates (including former ones) to send over a video message... i know i'm soft but that just GETS to me!!#he's really just one of those pillar-of-the-franchise guys you love to death if you're a fan of the team and respect so much if you're not #wishing hedman continued success and as many more games as he wants to play <3

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codenamesazanka · 5 days

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Shigaraki dies, and goes back in time. To the day OFA was transferred to Deku…

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3]

rough idea/summary [part 1.5] (takes place immediately after Part 1, after Shigaraki kills AFO. He encounters Kurogiri.

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Shigaraki attempts to leave the lab after killing AFO. He realizes he doesn't know where the exit is - he only ever traveled here via Kurogiri or warp goop - but he knows he's underground. If he tries heading up, he'll find an exit eventually, right? And if all else fails, he'll just decay a way out. He wonders if he can recreate what he did at Jaku without augmentation - definitely on a smaller scale, and he can't differentiate what not to decay, but the crater at Deika was pretty sizable on its own—

Kurogiri appears in front of him.

Shigaraki Tomura. You just killed All For One.

Kurogiri has always been a tough opponent for him, in their spars, during the fights Shigaraki starts - just too fast with those portals. Shigaraki had gotten faster, but that was after a month training with Machia, something this body doesn't have…

But Kurogiri's not an opponent, if he ever was.

Shigaraki says, You don't seem so disturbed by it. Does that mean Sensei had a backup plan for this exact thing?

Shigaraki doesn't get an answer. He wasn't expecting one. They stare at each other for a moment, before Shigaraki lowers the rest of his guard.

Guess it's not avenging him.

Kurogiri only says, I am your protector.

To the very end.

...I've always been a shit brat to you, Shigaraki says.

Kurogiri's misty head ripples. That never had any bearing on my mission to watch over you. To make sure you grow up properly. And it seems you have. What future did you come from, Shigaraki Tomura, to have matured you like so?

'You left,' Shigaraki could say, but he doesn't know how Kurogiri would take that. An insult? Even though he lost all desire to insult Kurogiri a long time again. Or maybe Kurogiri'll understand, vague as it is. The same way Toga and Twice had teased him about this, once. The same way Kurogiri said Shigaraki had friends, waiting for him.

I was 21, Shigaraki says. It's been a while since I was who I was this morning.

Kurogiri was quiet. A death at 21 is far too young, Shigaraki Tomura.

...You say that like it's my fault. Shigaraki says. Well—maybe it was, part of it. But somehow, he got a 'continue'.

There's only two people who can command Kurogiri - AFO and Shigaraki, and AFO overrules him. Especially if there is a backup plan (of course there would be a backup plan; he really should've decayed the Doc while he was at it. If he goes back right now to do so, will the Doc still be there? Or will Shigaraki be wasting time he could be using to escape?)

Kurogiri, Shigaraki says. Until he calls you back, will you work with me?

#fanfic #fanfiction #nalwrites #nalslastworkingbraincell #newest chapter throws a bit of a wrench into this #now that shigaraki canonically entrusted deku with finishing/keeping his destruction or whatever #[doubt]#but i can spin that prob #he's back and all of that has been undone #and he's still the leader of the league #deku's still some plain looking brat #with nice intentions #but then at the medical bay all might said Evil will be caught and punished #and shigaraki realizes he still hates him #or something #idk #will think on it #shigaraki time travel fix it fic idea

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