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#Its been awhile since a big lady monster fought godzilla. about time#godzilla#monsterverse#godzilla x kong#shimo#legendary godzilla#kaiju#doodle
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Confirmation- Shiu Kong
slight angst with happy ending, no use of (Y/n), use of 'Doll', not proofread
blush divider by @bernardsbendystraws
cyber divider @saradika-graphics
You and Shiu were growing apart. Were? You have grown apart, more than you had ever meant to in the first place. When you were younger you thought that was just a silly excuse people used because, "If you really loved someone then how could you grow apart? Why wouldn't you catch it sooner?". But now you've come to understand that it isn't as simple as that, you just wish it didn't have to be through experience.
Nothing happened to mark the start of this new period, no fights, suspicion, change in personality. The problem was that nothing happened at all. At some point the mid-day calls stopped coming, the texts that read, "This made me think of you", the spontaneous gifts and actions of love...The "I love you's".
But you did love him.
The two of you just got too comfortable in your own routines that there was no need for expressing admiration for the other because they would always be there, right?
You had only realised after an outing with your friend. The two of you had met for dinner, getting dressed up, with your hair in a style that took longer to do than it lasted- but it had been a while since you had any reason to and you felt special. The night was at it's peak and through the windows you could see the heard of party goers in practically transparent clothing, you and your friend sitting front and centre to watch as they went by.
"Uhhggg that should be us right now, you know! We used to go out all the time, what happened with that?"
"I'm not really sure, I think I've kind of slipped away from the club scene but we should go out again sometime soon"
"Good! Because you have no idea- how shitty these dating apps are. You know how i felt about them in the first place but I thought ,'you know what, why not give it ago'. The worst decision of my life-"
You cut her off with a burst of laughter, rubbing your fingers soothingly against your temples.
"Don't you think that's a little dramatic?"
"No, not at all! You don't understand, it's like they're rationing the good guys for us single people. I have no idea how you found Shiu but pleeaasee, if he has a brother, hook me up"
You couldn't keep up with her antics, your laughter gradually becoming gasps for air while she continued her passion filled rant. As the conversation went on you couldn't help but think about your own relationship, you didn't mean to ruin her view on it, but with the more examples she brought up, the more you realised that the romantic gestures you did were a thing of the past- heavily outdated.
From that day on, your awareness of the situation had grown and how you hated it. The apartment was often empty, rarely were the both of you home at the same time and when you were you felt like roommates rather than lovers. Shiu was constantly stressed, you had no idea what about - when you tried to ask him he quickly brushed you off - and any attempt at displays of affection seemed unnatural. You didn't know anything that was going on in his life and vice versa.
You were trying, but a conversation about it...maybe now wouldn't be the best time. You weren't quite sure how to bring it up in the first place. But you knew with every passing day, the hairline fracture between the two of you deepened and you felt the loss swallow you whole. Every rejection was a heartbreak. You were just too far away.
It took another month for you to gain the courage to address the problem. Truth be told, you could have done it before but you refused, not wanting to ruin the rare moments you two shared each others presence.
Which is why you hesitate to do it now. The both of you on the sofa, a noticeable distance apart, on your own devices.
"Shiu, can we talk for a minute?"
He looks up slowly.
"uh-huh...is something wrong?"
"No. Yeah a little bit but it's no ones fault." You start, taking a staggered breath in. Your chest starting to tighten and you became hyper aware of yourself as he gave you his attention. Your hands begin fidgeting with each other, trying to preserve any last sense of comfort.
"I don't know if you've noticed, but we've been so distant lately. We barely even talk anymore and when we do it's never past the bare minimum. I know that people go out of the honeymoon phase and it's normal, but I really don't want to be like this. Not with you, that was never us."
"This sounds like break up talk Doll."
"No! I didn't mean it like that! You have no idea how much I love you, I just have a problem with how we've been showing it."
There's silence for a minute as you both stare, intently waiting for a reaction as he drags a breath.
Shiu knows you're right. He's felt it too but the highs were just high enough to forget until he could repeat the cycle all over again. He never thought past it just being normal, after a while couples stopped needing to do 'couple-things'. His parents, as loving as they were, never went out on dates and he couldn't recall a time he'd seen them kiss or hug because they just didn't need to. They had been together for a long time, just like you and him, they had kids and were married so what other proof did they need? No one would've thought to question it. But seeing you now, in front of him, struggling to find the right words to say...It didn't feel right.
You had gone into your separate worlds, only to return to each other at night. But when? That wasn't him? The him that loved to buy you flowers to keep on the kitchen table, the one who savoured every embrace and rued getting up in the morning. The other kind of life, it wasn't for him.
He moves his spot closer to you before taking your hand and squeezing it.
"Then we'll fix it. We can go on dates, just how we used to when we first started out, okay? I won't take extra jobs and we can talk about our days over dinner or sit down to watch a movie." He says, watching as a smile makes its way onto your face.
"Seriously?"
"Seriously."
You engulf him with your arms wrapped around his neck gently, placing your head onto his shoulder while he supports you around the waist, a small rubbing motion made on your back.
"Thank you, I'm sorry"
The kiss he places on your head releases the tension of your longing, carrying with it the missing confirmation the both of you had lost all too long ago.
"I'm sorry too."
low-key wanted to make it soul crushing but got over my bad mood before it could happen😔watch out
Please feel free to leave any idea/recommendations
#Shiu wouldn't leave his Lady for such a reason#shiu x reader#jjk#jjk fluff#jjk x reader#shiu kong#jjk fanfic#jjk shiu#jujustsu kaisen x reader#shiu kong x reader#jujutsu kaisen#shiu angst#shiu fluff#angst with a happy ending#light angst#jjk angst#angst#drabble
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"Karl seemed afraid; he drew his shoulders back from Miranda as she approached. His face was hidden from Ethan, and the blond stared at the confrontation as, behind Heisenberg and Miranda, Joe was running across the water with a lit drum of gasoline over his head, which he chucked unceremoniously at the Beneviento beings."
#Ladies and Gentlemen#joe baker#Lol#Love that man#donkey kong#karl heisenberg#ethan winters#resident evil village#karl heisenberg fanfic#resident evil fanfiction#ethan winters x karl heisenberg#mother miranda#resident evil 7
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☆ HOW TO SPEND SPRING BREAK PROPERLY? (WITH HIS BESTFRIEND)
ᡴꪫ summary. spring break's here, for the duration of your time off you visit your father. little did you know you’d also be spending time with his best friend toji—he ends up stealing your panties and maybe even your heart also. or does he? you’ve always did want a man.
warnings. fem! reader x toji fushiguro, dad's best friend! toji, age gap (reader is over twenty & in uni — toji is in early 30s) incl: shiu kong, mutual pining, tiny slowburn, size difference, semi-public themes, humor, angst, dad is just oblivious.
note. hiii! wasn’t planning on continuin' this but this au has me intrigued ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ this is just a short four fic series for fun that may & may not be read as standalones. header: lady k & the sick man
ᡴꪫ ┊SPRINGBREAK COUNTDOWN ᡴꪫ ┊
⟣ THINK I NEED SOMEONE OLDER.
university sucks major ass. on the bright side, you’re on break—you decide to go pay your father a visit. this 'visit' ends up to you being introduced to his best friend, toji. who’s he? maybe your panties know the answer.
⟣ DARLIN’ CAN I BE YOUR FAVORITE?
if you knew you’d be sandwiched between two of your dad’s colleagues, you’d—actually let’s not finish that sentence. turns out you get walked in on by shiu kong, toji’s best friend who’s also your ex boyfriend. awkward…
⟣ ONE OF HIS GIRLS.
toji ends up finding out maybe his best friend's daughter isn’t so innocent after all once he walks in on you and your precious 12k viewers. he grows amused by your little side hustle as a cam girl. but actually, maybe having him as a special guest wasn’t so bad. (girl it was)
⟣ THAT [GIRL] IS MINE.
university still majorly sucks, and spring break is practically over. time to say goodbye to your dad’s best friend, but before you do—you have a jarring confession to make, and it’s definitely not those three words.
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Kaiju cuddle session, with Godzilla, Mothra, Kong, Rodan and Ghidorah? 👀
Embrace / All Kaiju x reader /
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Sorry for the English
And I also got a little burned...
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Godzilla
* Your hugs happen quite often, as our big guy happens to be too needy. The struggle does not give him any pleasure, except for scars and bad memories, so he has to look for peace. If before he was just dozing in the colosseum (in the temple before destruction), now this Titan automatically begins to look for you in order to snuggle up to you. Basically, this is already an everyday part of the day.
Sleep in an embrace.
The time when he can put his tail on you and smell your scales. If you are a human, then his paw comes into play, which presses you to the muzzle like a plush toy.
Mothra/Mosura
* This is the lady whose touches are gentle and affectionate. Despite its size, it still manages to somehow snuggle up to you. He loves to do it to death and never refuses. Her chirping turns into a quiet and rhythmic squeak as your hands bury themselves in her fluff.
She becomes the most timid at such a moment. Her forelimbs try to touch you as gently as possible and hold you close to them while her antennae cover your back. If you are a Titan, then it effortlessly, but still gently warms itself with your body. If you are larger than it, then it will definitely sit on top of your head.
Rodan
Lord, he is the hottest hug of all listed. Although his impudent temper sometimes prevents him from doing this, if only jealousy can play its cube and make him come to you to get your whole body. Sometimes he can do without it in case of a depressed mood.
This Kaiju's body is very hot, but I think he knows how to control the temperature. Or just cool down, after a long stay in the volcano.
He never refuses if you offer a hug, it's just that when Rodan himself is thirsty, then it is difficult to ask, as mentioned earlier.
King Ghidorah
All three want them in their own way. Ichi and Ni are just splinters waiting for your offer. They never ask you themselves.
Only if Kevin doesn't get away from your body and pokes you in the stomach all day.
His brothers, let's say, don't really understand the meaning of this gesture, although watching San purr relaxed under your touch encourages them to do the same, and it annoys them. But these two still get what they want, despite their nervousness and pride. Sometimes they can do it silently, without any negative actions, which, roughly speaking, surprises you.
King Kong
Your hugs are very long and strong. Kong at such a moment treats you as something fragile and cute and he tries to make it as good and pleasant as possible for you. He is also a lonely warrior, but wiser and more understanding. His embrace is something dear, it is not just a touch of the body, but a deeper feeling. Let's say, Intensive.
Kong at such a moment will silently enjoy such moments and try to put all his emotions into them and feel yours.
This is not a Titan who will proudly deny his love for this physical attention. Kong, on the contrary, seeks and craves it. And you are more than a suitable person (Titan?) who can give him what he wants.
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#godzilla#godzilla x kong: the new empire#godzilla monsterverse#xreader#monsterverse#titans x reader#godzillaxreader#godzilla x reader#king ghidorah#mothra x reader#King Kong#Rodan#Titans#Kaiju#Rodan x reader#King Ghidorah x reader
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"The Sorrow of Lady Shimo" - [Godzilla X Kong: The New Empire]
Nekkyo Usagi Art (c) 2024 - ARTSTATION | INSTAGRAM
#gijinka godzilla au#godzilla x kong: the new empire#gijinka designs#gijinka godzilla#shimo#gxk spoilers#godzilla x kong shimo#gijinka kaiju#monsterverse#human version#kimono#crystals#kabuki#ebizori#yuki onna#character design#nekkyousagiart
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Hong Kong Incident
Male reader X Minnie
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Tags: Smut
You wake up early in the afternoon with a woman sleeping beside you. In confusion, you sit up quietly, looking around your hotel room, seeing your clothes and the girl you slept with. A sudden memory—her name is Minnie—and an empty bottle of whiskey right on the nightstand. You vividly remember how it all started before the alcohol entered your system.
You quietly lay back down, with her still sleeping. "She sleeps so beautifully" is your first impression of the day. You look at the ceiling and close your eyes, trying to remember what happened last night like a puzzle. Here’s what you remember as you try to dig up your vivid memories of yesterday while she sleeps right beside you—narrating your memories to yourself.
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A knocking sound comes from your door, and you go to check if it was room service. A beautiful lady with bangs is right in front of you and looks like a celebrity.
Oh, I’m sorry, I thought this was my room. I must have read it as 438 instead of 483. I’m so sorry to bother you, sir."
“It’s okay, ma’am.”
She rushes into the distance, embarrassed by her clumsy mistake. You find her hot and beautiful at the same time. You hesitate to get her number and decide to close the door. You check up with your colleagues back in America to see if things are going smoothly and head to the bathroom to take a shower. You come back out with a robe, putting on some shorts, until a knock is heard on your door again.
“Oh hey, it’s you again.” You teased the unknown woman.
“May I get your number?”
You walk back in to get your phone while she holds the door open. You give her your phone number. “What’s your name?” You questioned her.
“I’m Nicha, but call me Minnie. What’s your name?”
“I’m, Y/N.”
“Nice to meet you. May I come in? You’re a handsome guy.”
"Let me get fully dressed first; be right back. I’ll need to close the door, though." She closes the door and waits. You open the door and guide her in. "I must say, you’re insanely beautiful, Minnie."
“Thank you, let’s talk about each other. What do you do?”
“I’m a surgeon in America, I came here for a vacation.”
“Oh I’m on vacation too. You really don’t know me?”
“No, Minnie, I’m guessing you’re a celebrity?”
“I am, I’m surprised you don’t know me.”
“Im so sorry, I’m always busy with surgeries.”
“No worries, but what makes you say that I’m beautiful?”
“Your eyes.” You said straightforwardly.
“That’s cute, but I think it’s better if you see how they are in another aspect.”
“What do you mean?”
"Let’s just drink some alcohol; we can get to know each other more." She gets up and opens the fridge with alcohol. It’s a luxury hotel with many things to entertain guests. You don’t mind having a drink with Minnie, knowing you both find each other attractive. Words exchange for an hour; the alcohol is close to being empty; you’re buzzed at this point with Minnie. You found her even more attractive as she looked at you with a different glare.
She gets closer to you as you sit on the bed. You realize she came in for a different reason. I've wanted something else ever since I saw you." She said seductively and glides her hands around your chest. You see her eyes differently—full of desire and lust.
Your heart is pounding faster; adrenaline and testosterone rush within your body. "Minnie."
"Shh, you won’t regret this." Minnie takes off your pants, kissing the bulge underneath your boxers. She chuckles seductively and slowly takes off your boxers, kissing the tip of your hard cock loudly with her soft lips. You can tell she’s buzzed by her rosy cheeks glowing and wraps her mouth around your cock.
You fall back onto the bed with your legs hanging on the edge while she’s on her knees sucking you off slowly. You can feel your heart pumping faster and your blood vessels pulsing in your head as you have a migraine from all the alcohol. Minnie’s blowjob is somewhat easing your migraine, you hear her gagging, taking every inch of your cock deeper within her mouth. "Fuck, Minnie." You groaned.
"Mhm." She gave you a reply as she keeps sucking you off and Minnie moaning louder. You close your eyes hard, catching your breath as you desperately gasp. Your cock starts to twitch, she’s getting you to your limits quickly by how intoxicated you are along with her. You unknowingly arch your back, overwhelmed by her warm mouth wrapping around your cock. She stares right at you, desperately fighting yourself because you can’t hold back anymore. Minnie doesn’t stop; she uses her hands to jerk you off with her tongue around your tip.
"Fuck, Minnie!" You erupt in her mouth, flooding her inner cheeks with warm cum as she swallows them desperately. She slows down, sucking you off like a vacuum until you finish. You take deep breaths momentarily while Minnie undresses and crawls on top of your face. You grab her thighs, locking her in as you help yourself to her wet folds in front of you.
"Eat me." She said quickly, and her thighs glue onto the side of your face. You kiss her inner thighs and quickly get a taste of her folds. Minnie moans as her thigh muscles latch onto your face harder. "Y/N!" She moaned your name.
You love how she says your name with a voice like hers. As intoxicated as you are from the alcohol, you’re also intoxicated by Minnie herself. She leans on the headrest of the bed, gripping it hard as you eat her pussy, sucking up all her tasty juice. Her moans are muffled by her thighs against your ear. It wasn’t what you wanted, but you’re so addicted to tasting her folds and giving her pleasure.
You eat her pussy passionately; she’s overwhelmed by the alcohol, and you take your time knowing you’re both intoxicated. You grab her ass; it wasn’t the biggest or the smallest, but all that matters is that she got enough meat to grip and firmly slap them. You caress her ass more, loving the way you’re getting a feel of a naked celebrity in your bed. It turns her on as you treat her body gently. She moans louder, not caring about the other guest beside your room.
Minnie’s body tense up quickly; you got her to her limits. You eat her pussy faster, licking her clit as she starts to squirm around while you pin her thighs. Minnie covers her mouth, jerking her body hesitantly to not hurt you in any way. You slow down, letting her ride out her orgasm as you keep getting a taste of her. Minnie taps your shoulders, and you let go. She gets off, lays on top of you, and catches her breath.
“You taste good, Minnie.”
“I’d say the same.”
You both lay quietly for several seconds while you both make out. She kisses your neck, nibbling it here and there, and you guide her closer to your lips. You get hard again, and she crawls back on her knees to put your cock inside her. Minnie inserts it in slowly, feeling every inch as it goes deeper into her walls. You and Minnie exchange groans. She places her hands on your chest, slowly grinding as you both look at each other with lust. You love how her eyes look, falling deep into oblivion as you both stare at each other.
Minnie grinds faster and you grab her tits, gently squeezing them and giving them a few light slaps. She giggles at how much respect you show her, even if she wanted this from the start without you knowing. Her breaths became heavy, gasping for air while she starts to ride you with her hair slapping her back consistently. "Fuck, Y/N, you feel so good inside me." She groaned after.
“You’re so tight, just what I love about you.”
“Y/N.” She moaned your name as she gasp.
“Minnie.”
You both are staring at each other as you grunt. Her mouth is opened, taking in every breath of air. Her cat eyes become so seductive, it’s dangerous enough to get you to your limits. You decide to dance with the devil, not knowing if she’s on a pill while you’re so distracted by her beautiful eyes. Her head drops down with her hair on the side. She grips hard near your collarbone; you feel her nails digging into your skin, but it’s tolerable enough. Both of you are exchanging breaths as Minnie keeps her pace. You hold onto her ass, helping her ride you.
“Fuck, you’re so manly.”
“Anything for a beautiful woman like you, Minnie.”
She smiles shyly with her rosy cheeks as she keeps riding you. It becomes several minutes to an hour, estimating the time of her on top without a proper time to tell. She gets down closer with her tits mashed against your chest. You give her a hug and use your legs to thrust into her. You can tell she’s tired; you penetrate her walls slowly, then pick up the pace. She’s moaning erotically, saying your name often as she takes your thrust. You kiss her passionately while your thighs collide with her ass.
You’re getting to your limit—sober enough to hear her beautiful voice clearly. She’s hugging you tightly, still moaning in your ear. You explore her toned back, caressing every part of her body as if you couldn't get enough.
“Minnie, are you on a pill?”
“No, just cum inside me, I want it. I’ll buy plan b tomorrow.”
“I don’t plan to pull out of a beauty like you either way, Minnie.”
“Fuck, that’s so hot. Do it, cum inside me.”
You kiss her hair, thrusting deep inside her harder; the room gets louder while you penetrate her walls. You start to grunt harder, and your cock pulsates, then erupts without warning. You pause deep inside her tight pussy, coating her walls as you flood her pussy with your warm cum. She groans in surprise, feeling how much you're cumming inside her as it leaks out slowly. You give Minnie a tight hug, desperately wanting all the cum to be inside her. You finish, and she kisses you on the neck and your lips.
You let Minnie get off of you and lay beside you. "I didn’t think I'd fuck someone on this vacation." She laughed afterward.
“I didn't either. I loved it, Minnie.”
“Let’s get some rest. It was a wild time for both of us.”
You get up, turn the lights off, open the blinds slightly, and get on the bed. She gives you a smile, and you smile back, softly laughing together afterward. Minnie inches closer to your chest and becomes fast asleep. You fall asleep several seconds later with her presence in your bed.
———Back to present time
Minnie wakes up, remembering what happened last night. You open your eyes, meeting hers while she looks at you. “Good morning, Minnie.”
“Good morning, Y/N.”
“It was great last night.”
“It really was, thanks.”
“You should hurry and buy some plan b.”
"Oh fuck, you’re right." Minnie gets up and quickly dresses herself. You stare at her naked body for the last time. "Sorry, but I have to go."
“It’s okay. You have my phone number.” You said humbly.
“Let me give you mine in case.”
She gives you her number, and you get up to put on your shorts with your robe, walking her out of the room and waving at each other as she heads back to her room.
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Drink Dalliance
Shiu Kong x f!reader
18+, dark, dub/con, use of alcohol, age gap, clit rubbing, pussy eating, raw sex Collab with @prashanddash
“Pretty lady, can I get you a drink?” Shiu chuckled
You bit your lower lip before replying, "I mean, if you want."
He noticed the lip bite and raised an eyebrow. He’s used to women wanting to gain something from him using their bodies, so he gave her a once-over.
“I think you want more than just a drink.”
You raised an eyebrow at him and said, "Hmm?"
He grinned. He’s seen this look before; it’s as if she’s trying to act innocent while being the opposite.
“I know what you want; you think that because I look serious and uptight, it would make you the dominant one in this situation.”
You laughed, trying to lighten up the situation.
With a wave of his hand, he would snap his fingers to get the bartender’s attention. “A drink for my lovely lady; she prefers it to be something on the fruity side, I’m assuming?" He chuckled before turning back to you.
"Yes, I'd like that," you said, resting your head on one arm on the counter.
A simple wave to the bartender is all he needed to get the drink ordered for her.
When the drink eventually arrived, he handed it to her, watching her as he blew some smoke to his side.
“So, what’s a beautiful lady such as yourself doing here today?”
"I am so bored with life."
Seeing her bored puts a smile on his face. This is right in his ballpark; he’s dealt with much harder situations and people; this is a cake walk.
He took another drag off his cigarette.
“A pretty girl is bored? No boyfriend around?” He said it in a mock-surprised tone.
"Not really"
He let out a small chuckle; he knew that answer was coming.
“Well, it must be really hard being single, especially for someone as young and beautiful as yourself.”
"I know right." You took a few sips.
He let out a grunt of amusement. She's taking the drink and conversation just exactly how he thought she would. The ball is in his court, and he'll only let it go if he wants it too.
He smoked his cigarette casually, his gaze following her as she took her sips.
“You must have plenty of guys that would try and hit on you every day, right?”
"What do you think?"
“It's either they are just too shy, or maybe they just don’t think they have a shot?”
"I don't know, I am so tired," you sighed, resting your head on the counter.
He let out a small hum as he watched you rest your head. He kept up his calm demeanour, but inside, it’s as if he knew he had you at his mercy.
He then leaned back on his stool and kept watching.
“Tired, huh?”
He’s quiet for a short moment.
“So, are you out for a night out drinking alone? Or did you come here with friends?”
"Alone"
“Oh, so you actually decided to head out and drink by yourself? It's quite brave of you, don’t you think? You’re a pretty girl, and you come out alone to a bar. It’s like you want to get hit on.”
He said it definitely feels like he’s teasing you at this point. He leaned towards you, removing strands of hair from your face.
Your breathing stopped for a moment as you observed his hand movements. "And why are you here?"
“Me?” He said it with slight amusement. “I just came out to get a drink and look who caught my eye.”
He chuckled as he leaned back on his stool, still keeping a firm gaze on you.
“So, are you going to tell me your name? Or let me guess it.”
"Y/N," you replied instantly without letting him finish the full sentence.
“Pretty name,” he said, giving a smile before quickly catching himself.
“You can call me Shiu, by the way.”
"Shiu.. mhm"
He was looking at you, taking in your features. He’s definitely noticing everything about you, trying to mentally put the pieces together behind your looks.
“Hey. Are you alright? It looks like alcohol has gotten into your cerebellum, huh?”
You nodded, looking at him with a hazy gaze.
“You’re so quiet, aren’t you? I bet you like when others take control, huh?”
He smirked. He’s got you figured out already, or at least this is what he’s letting on.
"Depends on my mood," you replied in a teasing tone.
“Hm. And what kind of mood are you in right now?” He asked, leaning forward slightly. He knew exactly how to push your buttons; he'd seen girls like you before.
You smiled, blushing, still resting your head on the counter. "You're feisty, aren't you?"
He gave you a smirk as he watched you blush. He's so close to what he wanted; he just needs to make a few more moves, and the game is his.
"A little bit," he says back, keeping a smug look on his face.
You get up to regain your original position. "I like it."
"Oh, you do?” He said, grinning, watching her move. He’s keeping his cool, but inside he’s getting a bit more worked up. He’s seen this game played, and he’s confident that soon he’ll have her in the palm of his hands.
“So, would you like to get another drink?” His voice has a bit of a seductive quality to it now, and he’s definitely turning that flirtiness up to a higher level.
"Mhm, I'd like a martini," you replied, licking your bottom lip.
Without saying a word, he waved his hand, getting the bartender’s attention. He ordered the martini, which got delivered pretty fast.
He then slid the drink over to her when it arrived; he did so with a smirk, and it looked as if he'd been trying to read her expression the whole time.
“You are already so drunk. You should not drink anymore,” he added, his smirk never leaving his face as he kept teasing his prey.
"You keep offering me, and who's going to turn down some free shots?"
He gave you another grin as he watched you bite your lip.
"Oh, of course, I too can't turn down free shots," he said mockingly, his smirk never leaving his face as he leaned up. "But I also don't think someone like you should be getting any more drunk than you are right now," he added. He's playing this to the very end.
"And why do you think that?"
"If you get any more drunk, I may end up taking you home with me," he said, that smirk still never leaving his face.
"Take me," you replied, pouting and tilting your head to the side.
He let out a scoff at how easy she was playing into his hands.
"Both ways?" he asked smugly.
You smiled sheepishly and said, "Yes."
He leaned up slightly and offered his hand.
"Well, then, shall we head out?"
"Then follow me," he said as he got up from his stool and headed out of the bar. He grabbed her hand and helped her off her stool, keeping a tight grip before nodding to the bartender, and he lead her out of the bar, a light smirk on his lips as he watched her. He's getting everything he wanted.
You both stumbled out of the club, hands urgently exploring each other's bodies as yall made your way to his apartment. The anticipation hung thick in the air, a heady mix of need and longing that threatened to consume them both. Once inside, you both wasted no time, clothes discarded in a frenzy of desire.
Shiu pushed you against his appartment wall, his hands roaming greedily over your curves. You moaned softly, arching into his touch as he teased your sensitive skin. And then, his fingers brushed against the smooth, bare skin of your thighs, then to your clad clit
A moan escaped your lips as you grinned wickedly, your eyes smoldering with desire. He took no time to take off your panties. He teased your clit and your entrance which was which was already glistening due to wetness.
"Fuck," Shiu groaned, his desire spiking at the sight of your bare and ready for him. Without hesitation, he dropped to his knees, his lips trailing hot, wet kisses up your inner thighs. You gasped, your fingers tangling in his hair as he teased your, his tongue flicking lightly against your throbbing clit.
You were dripping with need, your body trembling with anticipation as he finally buried his face between your legs. You cried out, your back arching off the wall as he lapped at your hungrily, his mouth hot and insistent against your sensitive flesh.
"Please," you begged, your voice a desperate plea as you rocked your hips against his mouth, needing more, needing him inside you.
Your hands tried to take off your dress as his tongue plunged into your hole. As you were near, he leaned back and stood up, towering over you.
"Not gonna let you cum now", he kissed you letting you taste yourself on his tongue, his hand easily slided off your dress, freeing your breasts and your nipples got hard immediately. He grabbed your hair tilting your head, exposing your neck to his gaze. He sucked your neck hard, enough to leave marks, your continuous moans song to his ear as he his tongue brushed down your neck to your breasts, latching on to your breast while one of his hand squeezed the other nipple and his other hand reached your clamping folds.
He inserted his finger, your body shook through his invasion.
"Please I want- I have to cum."
"Don't worry baby, you get to cum on my cock"
And he scooped you in his arms and took you to his bedroom, laying you on the bed, he lined himself up with your entrance.
With a primal growl, Shiu thrusted into your, the exquisite sensation of being filled to the brim making your cry out in ecstasy. He moved in a wild, frenzied rhythm, the sound of your moans mingling with the slap of skin on skin. You were close, so close, your body on the edge of oblivion as he pounded into your relentlessly. And then, with a cry of your name on his lips, you shattered around him, your walls clenching tight around him as you rode out your orgasm.
Shiu slowed his thrusting, grunting by the way your pussy milked him. His orgasm followed soon after, hips jerking erratically as he spilled himself inside your, your bodies locked togetyour in a passionate embrace. He clung to each you, as you tremble. The aftershocks of your and his climax rippled through.
Breathless and sated, he sank to the bed next to you in a tangled heap of limbs and desire, your bodies still humming with the echoes of their passion.
"Gon' make you my wife", he planted a small kiss on your temple as you passed out on his bed.
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Propaganda
Dolores del Río (Flying Down to Rio, Flor silvestre)—to begin with, dolores is so RADIANTLY BEAUTIFUL, even more so in action then in images, its like she emits a literal glow. marlene dietrich (a close friend and rumored lover) considered her "the most beautiful woman who ever set foot in hollywood". she was the first mexican actress to become a major success in hollywood, rising to fame in the silent era and becoming an influential icon of beauty and glamor in the art deco age, though she was not thrilled with the exoticizing parts often pushed on her. in the mid 1940s having tired of the controlling hollywood studio system she returned to mexico, saying "I wish to choose my own stories, my own director and cameraman. I can accomplish this better in mexico", and proceeded to become a pivotal figure in the golden age of mexican cinema, making a string of masterpieces with directir emilio fernández and cinematographer gabriel figueroa. i love this anecdote about the insane art deco mansion she and her then-husband cedric gibbons lived in in the 30s, as related by david niven: "Dolores had a large sunny room on the first floor containing a huge and inviting bed. Gibbons lived in comparative squalor in a small room immediately below. The only connection between these rooms was by way of a stepladder, which could be lowered only when a trapdoor in the floor of Dolores room had been raised. There was a long stick with which, we conjectured, he signaled his intention or hopes by rapping out signals on the floor of his wife’s bedchamber." heres a pinterest album with a billion hot pictures of her
Fay Wray (King Kong)— the original scream queen!! she started acting in silent comedies as a teenager and got her first big break when erich von stroheim cast her as the lead in the wedding march. her career started to take off starring in silent movies at paramount, and she survived the transition to sound smoothly - josef von sternberg’s weird proto-noir thunderbolt was one of her first sound films. she began to make horror movies in the early 1930s, such as doctor x and mystery of the wax museum, both filmed in beautiful two-strip technicolor (which looked like this if you're curious. i just think it's neat!), as well as the vampire bat, the most dangerous game, and of course the boy himself, king kong. a little on how she worked with her most famous costar: “Although Kong appeared huge, the full figure was a model covered with rabbit hair, standing only 18 inches tall, that was filmed one frame at a time by stop-motion photography artist Willis O'Brien and his crew. The 5ft 3in Wray only knew one part of the ape's body when she was grasped in an articulated 8ft long hand. Hence the title of her 1989 autobiography, On The Other Hand. ‘I would stand on the floor,’ she recalled, ‘and they would bring this arm down and cinch it around my waist, then pull me up in the air. Every time I moved, one of the fingers would loosen, so it would look like I was trying to get away. Actually, I was trying not to slip through his hand.’” (link)
This is round 2 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.
[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]
Dolores del Rio:
There's so much! She started in Silent films and successfully transitioned to sound, She is the first woman to wear a two piece swimsuit on screen & popularized the bikini!, She transitioned back to Mexican Cinema in the late 1940s and was a leading lady of the Golden Age of Mexican Cinema including staring in Maria Candelaria--the first Mexican film to win the palm d'Or at Cannes. She was literally studied for her beauty & was considered a beauty ideal in both the USA & Mexico--there's a whole section on her Wikipedia page about how beautiful everyone thinks she was. She never actually had a feud with any of the female stars she was rumored to feud with despite the fact that press & Hollywood culture attempted to pain them in competition... She remained a leader in Mexican theater & Cinema through her own production company. Mexican painter Diego Rivera: "The most beautiful, the most gorgeous of the west, east, north and south. I'm in love with her as 40 million Mexicans and 120 million Americans who can't be wrong" (quote source: Wikipedia)
*fan self* Leading actress in silents and early Hollywood. Lover of Orson Welles until she got fed up with him, friend of Diego Rivera and Frieda Kahlo. When she got tired of Hollywood executives typecasting her as a stereotypical spitfire (and trying to force her to feud with Lupe Velez as a publicity stunt), she ditched Hollywood and became a major star of Mexican cinema, where she got to play rounded characters
Had a career in American cinema in the 20s and 30s and considered one of the most important figures in the Golden Age of Mexican cinema (30s to 50s).
Marlene Dietrich said Dolores was the most beautiful woman to set foot in Hollywood
Joan Crawford: "Dolores became, and remains, as one of the most beautiful stars in the world."
One of the few Latin American women working in the Hollywood industry to make it big not just in hre home country but internationally. In 1931, Photoplay magazine declared that Mexican film actress Dolores del Rio had the "best figure in Hollywood." (which I know not necessarily a good barometer) but! it shows that many people looked at her for her beauty and sought to emulate her. Famous for her years-long love affair with actor and director Orson Welles, who was 10 years her junior if that's anything.
We need more hispanic representation in this!! Del Río is one of the most important actresses of her time as she was one of the first Mexican movie stars to break through to Hollywood! She’s unbelievably sexy and an absolute icon. Thank you :)
Fay Wray:
Actress prominently known for starring in horror, she was one of cinema's original "scream queens". She knocks it out of the park whenever she's with the horror genre, bringing a depth and likability to characters that would other be flat and boring characters.
An early scream queen, name me another woman who could look so beautiful while so disheveled and scared for her life
She was name-dropped not once but TWICE in the Rocky Horror Picture Show. She's arguably the original Scream Queen.
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Felicity #2
Second chances were for regular people. Fourth chances were designed specifically for Toji. A chance meeting of having the same mark turned into a whirlwind romance and now here he was settled into the calm monotony of fatherhood and marriage. The worst has already happened so it can only go up from here, right?
~~please refer to *this* post for potential content warning~~
SAHD!Toji x fem!reader
wc: 2.2k
“Lady. I have two children with me. Do you have not an ounce of shame?”
“I don’t discriminate. I think it’s hot seeing such an active father.”
Toji sucked his teeth. The baby was strapped to his chest, cooing while Megumi stared at yet another woman hitting on his father.
“Ma’am. I have a stepmom. My dad is trying to be nice.” stepping in front of his father, the tall teen gave a somewhat polite nod before reaching for the box of infant cookies.
“Dad, she’s been eating this brand. Maybe we should get a new flavor.”
The woman stood there, unwilling to accept the truth.
“Stepmother shouldn’t have you here picking up groceries with your father.” She looks back up to Toji, the thinning patience evident in his eyes. “Could always show you what a wife is supposed to do.”
Toji looks at the box Megumi holds before tossing it in the buggy. “Lady. You have 3 seconds to turn around and get out of my face before I call my wife. She will mop the floor with your tears. So, please.”
“Mah!” The baby smiled, grabbing her father’s face as he lowered his brow, gently kissing the infant's palm.
Now concerned, the woman walked past the trio, Megumi shaking his head as he pushed the cart.
“I’m not coming with you next time unless you wear a looser T-shirt. These run-ins are exhausting..”
“I know. But your help is appreciated. Tsumiki used to love coming to the grocery store with me.” Toji proceeded to cross something off the list, walking next to Megumi.
“Yeah, well, she’s off at uni, and I’m tired. So, can we wrap this up soon? I made plans with Itadori.”
Toji smiled, ruffling the boy's hair before throwing more necessities into the buggy.
“Go ahead and grab those ginger cookies you like, and meet me at the register.” Toji watched his look-alike walk off. “I’m gonna crack your big brother’s hard shell one of these days. Isn’t that right, Emiko?” The chubby-faced baby showed her gummy smile, leaning in to gnaw on Toji’s shirt.
Toji took on the role of stay-at-home Dad much easier than you expected. However, it took more time to convince Shiu, a man who wanted no acquaintanceship initially, that it was the right decision.
(almost 2 years ago)
“Fushiguro, what the hell do you mean she wants to expand the family? They haven’t brought it up to me!” Shiu lit another cigarette before finishing the one between his lips. “You can still do that?”
“Ouch, Kong. I thought we were friends.” Toji sat back on the leather couch, smiling as the new contract envelope sat on the table before him. “Megumi has brought up wanting a sibling. And the missus isn't against it. We've been together for 6 years, and I’m not getting younger.”
“Toji, I can't lose both my top hirelings because you fell in love and now trying to populate the city with a litter of kids. Just get this last one under your belt, and I’ll make sure to wipe your slate clean. Nothing leading back to you or your past, I promise.”
Curious, Toji opened the envelope, reading over the contents until something specifically grabbed his attention. “Haru Zenin? Shiu, what the hell is this.”
“They want to hire you. Simple.” The death stare Toji gave him pushed him to say more. “Not you in particular. They don't know it's you. They just want the best, so they came to me, not knowing that one of the best is their blood. Wild coincidence, right?”
He read the contract. The rival family attacked the child of Haru Zenin, who was his cousin. They wanted to retaliate. In reality, they just wanted to end the issue if they went the route of an assassin.
“I'm not doing it. I've got way too much to lose now. Especially with having Megumi back home full-time with us. Give it to my wife.”
“That's not how this works. You won't be compromised and there isn't a time frame-”
Toji hugged Shiu, holding his shoulders and proceeding to flick the cigarette from his mouth.
“I'm cooking smoked duck curry and cheese tteokbokki tonight. Megs has been asking about his uncle, and we'd love to have you there, yeah?”
Toji sat with a face of defeat, Emiko wailing in her high chair after tossing another spoonful of mashed cauliflower on the floor.
“Oh, sweetpea. Come on. Just one little spoon for Dada? See how tasty it is to me?” Reluctantly, Toji put the now cold mush in his mouth, fighting off the immediate recoil of disgust. “Mmm… so so good,” he coughed down a gag, shivering after he swallowed. Emiko laughed. The sound of her sweet giggle helped ease the tension on his shoulders. “Okay, sweet girl. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
Gentleness wasn't lost on Toji. Years of killing didn't make him an insensitive monster. But being here every moment with his baby girl was altering his brain. He was actively involved in how she was being raised, choosing outfits, handling every diaper, and even implementing tummy time with the sensory toys he found, thanks to Pinterest. He was fully embracing this new chapter. However, the chapter included being a father to a teen who spoke 13 words maximum. Toji was willing to work with it.
Megumi would die if his dad knew he appreciated the effort he'd been putting in. Making sure Megumi had his own room for when he was home, letting him be a big brother, and doing family things together. Toji had become the father Megumi both wanted and needed, even before baby Emiko. He knew you were a big part of the dramatic change and it meant he should probably try to show his appreciation outwardly. So he offered to help Toji while he was home from school.
“Want me to clean the kitchen?” Megumi stood in the doorway of the bathroom.
“Yea, that’d be great. Thanks, Megs.”
“K.” Toji watched as Megumi walked back to the kitchen before turning his attention back to the infant.
“I told Mama about these long trips. We miss her a lot, don't we.” he began to tenderly bathe the baby. The shallow water swayed over her chubby legs. “But Mama is tough and so are you. She'll be home soon. Til then, you've got the old man and big brother.” the burbly infant smiled as the soapy suds disappeared from her hands.
Wasn't long before Megumi was done. The dishes dried and put away, the floor was spotless and the baby's highchair was disassembled, disinfected, and put back together. He mosied back to his room but stopped at the sound of a familiar snore. “Old man. ‘Tch” Toji sat snoring with the baby on his chest in the rocking chair. The baby wasn't sleeping, just accepting her fate as her father at least got her dressed for bed.
“Oi. Come on Emi. Lets get you a bottle.” Megumi gently cradled the baby to his chest, walking with a bounce as he grabbed a bottle from the fridge and sat it in the bottle warner.
“You know, Dad's doing his best.” he held the nipple of the warm bottle of milk to the baby's mouth before she took it immediately. “He is trying and even Uncle Gojo is shocked. Mom.. she's gonna be back to us soon.”
The curly dark hair of the baby brought a fond smile to Megumi’s face. “You look like me when I was a baby. Minus the curls. And the smile.” her lids began to slowly close as her grip on the bottle loosened.
Megumi had seen you burp the baby and figured that would be the next step. “Okay. I've seen mom do this. Uh. So I'll just sit you here, hold you up here, aaaaand” After a few moments of light back pats, 2 healthy belches come out. “Nice.” Emiko clings back to Megumi, holding onto the neck of his shirt as she closes her eyes.
Toji watched from the doorway, watching his only son display the most emotion he'd ever seen him exhibit. This was your doing. Making him an in-shape father. Fit for trying and doing. ’Did he just call you Mom? Oh fuck.’
“You alright kid? Want me to get her to bed?” Megumi looked over as Toji approached.
“It's cool, I can lay her down.” He stood carefully, holding the baby’s head and back as he rose. “And you were sleeping. Figured I could feed her seeing how tired you were.”
“Megs. Thank you.”
“You already said that.”
“Yeah but, not just just helping with the baby. But for um, everything..”
Megumi sucked in a breath. “I know. And thank-you. For everything.”
“Of course. Anytime. Anything.”
“Cool.”
Megumi walked past Toji to the baby's room, lying her down and turning on the night light before heading back to the living room.
“Dad. Can we talk?”
Toji walked to the kitchen, baby bottle in hand as he went to clean it in the sink.
“Yea. Everything good? What's up?”
“How can you tell if someone likes you?”
Baffled, Toji grabbed the scrub daddy and cleaned the few dishes in the sink. “Like… Likes you like you?”
“What the hell do two likes mean?” jumping up, Megumi sat on the counter. “I guess yes. Likes me likes me. We’re always hanging out and doing stuff together… But the vibe feels different than just friends.”
Internally, Toji was having the freakout every mother would have about their baby growing up. His only son, came to him, about dating and girls. *‘I'm definitely rubbing this in Satoru's face’*
“Whose the person? Is it the Kugisaki girl? She's always around you and that Itadori kid.” Toji leaned up against the island counter.
Megumi cleared his throat before shaking his head. “No… not her.”
“Well you only hangout with those two so if it isn't her then is there another girl-” drying his hands, he glances at his long haired double. A gentle smile found itself sprouting on his face. “Do you like him back?”
There was a hesitant, gentle nod from Megumi that gave Toji his answer. A moment of silence fell over the kitchen as Toji tried to give Megumi space to do this how he wanted.
“Is that okay? To like him like this?”
“Of course. I want you to be happy. And if the pink haired kid who eats all the Taiyaki when he's over is who you have interest in.. I'm all for it.” He went to stand next to his son, throwing the dish rag over his shoulder. “Now. I think you should invite him over for dinner sometime.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I can grill em. Gotta make sure he's good enough for my kid. I’ll race him then we can have a strong man challenge.”
With a heavy sigh and roll of the eyes, Megumi hopped off the counter mumbling as he made his way to his room.
“Love you too Megs!”
Reunited At Last
You'd finally returned from your mission after three weeks of travel and minimal contact home.
After a week back of catching up and enjoying time with the kids, date night rolled around. Gojo graciously took Emiko while you and Toji spent time in one of Gojos’ penthouses.
“So you mean to tell me, I missed all of that?” A small bit of fomo settled as Toji shared the big and small strides made in your absence. But you relished knowing how amazingly your partner handled everything. “You weren't too much with Megs, were you? Coming out can be profound, even for someone so reserved.”
“Mama. Of course not. It just felt really good to have him trust me in that way.” Toji laid his head on your chest, his large frame providing a blanket of comfort as you ran your fingers through his silky hair.
“You’ve been doing remarkable as a dad. Megumi sees the effort and I think you should be proud of yourself.”
Years of not-so-great fatherly actions would beg to differ, and those moments crept back. Toji sat up on his elbow, the silk sheet shifting, now bunching up over his waist as he looked down at your face.
As the moonlight filters into the bedroom, it casts a soft, silvery glow over the room. The curtains softly dance in the gentle breeze, sheets tousled and wrinkled, a testament to the intimacy shared just a few moments prior. Your angelic face brought him out of the doubt that attempted to take over a sweet moment. You were his saving grace.
“I wouldn't be this remarkable without you.”
“‘Tch. I just added a little refinement. You were getting your shit together when we met.”
“Barely. I got it all the way together when you told me you'd walk away from me after backsliding and seeing how pissed megs was when you went back to your place for a week.”
“I don't know. Sounds like you're whipped to me.”
“Yeah. No shit baby.” Sliding his arms around you, Toji pulled you on top of him, skimming his fingers over the curvature of your dimpled hips as you settled into his embrace. “Im a fucking simp.”
“Oh my God. Simp?? You are too old to say that shit old man.”
“You're literally only 4 years younger than me. Shut the hell up, respectfully.”
Tired giggles filled the room as you nestled into his familiar embrace. Another night of rest and contentment.
Life gave another chance.
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An Inkling of Refuge – Noritoshi Kamo
Part of Obeisance to The Arrow, can be read on its own though
[Noritoshi Kamo, overseas and away from Shinjuku, attempts the art of omelette-making]
[tw: noritoshi kamo x reader, age gap, child marriage, fluff, angst, teeny smut, traditionalist thoughts that gets dispelled pretty much immediately]
“Three eggs?” Noritoshi asks.
“Of course,” You reply.
Noritoshi horrifies you. He crushes the three eggs all together in between his palms, and then waits for the insides to run down his fingers into the bowl. And he doesn’t have a clue that it's probably not the way to go about it.
There are times like this when you realise that both of you were raised, as they say, spoilt rotten. Even though you were taught to make a few dishes by your mother before she declared it to be a useless endeavour, Noritoshi has clearly never entered a kitchen in his life. You watch him with a frown as he picks eggshells out with chopsticks.
You can tell he hates doing this, even though he’ll never complain out loud. You two were in Thailand (he’d left his homeland to save his own skin), in a penthouse apartment overlooking the beach (instead of the sprawling Kamo estate that he’s pretty certain has been destroyed by now), making your own food (he’s never done these servile jobs), in a kitchen (he’s a man for God’s sake). The last thought, all the conditioning of his childhood– he does his best to consciously drown out. I’m a good husband. I have to help my wife.
His family, whoever was left, found residence in the high society of Hong Kong, where they already had some relatives. For all the issues with the Kamo Clan, the generational wealth wasn’t one. He’d done his best to get all of his people out of Japan after he left Shinjuku. It wasn’t like anyone had any choice. He was now the head of the Clan, and the head had seen the mass destruction looming over their futures. The Zenins were gone, the Gojos hanging by a thread. He took the decision he had to.
“Put some salt and gochujang paste in it, love,” you tell him in the gentlest voice possible. He knows that it’s a farce. You had wanted to stay back and help the team fight in Shinjuku. She’d be dead in seconds. Still, it was your decision. For the first time since you had been married to each other as kids, he’d enforced the powers he had over you as your husband, making you drop everything else and come to Thailand with him. Safe.
“Gochujang paste? You sure?” “It’s a Korean taste, very trendy now.” Noritoshi nodded and put a teaspoon of it into the eggs, looking at you for affirmation. You nod. Teaspoon’s enough. I think.
You’re not mad at him, per se. You do realise that in the larger scheme of things he took the correct decision. Neither of you could have helped in any way against the surreal strength of your opponents. But when he declared that he was pulling out and taking his family overseas, he hadn’t informed you beforehand. And when you vehemently refused, no one took your side, in fact, Choso had told you that it’s best to leave. Even Yuuji agreed. (“In a way, you’re like my great-great-great-granddaughter-in-law, so you should listen to your elders.”) You grind your teeth at that memory.
“I’m sorry, the property agents said that the maids would take a few days to come. I’m really sorry about this.” Noritoshi said. A month ago I couldn’t have imagined making my wife, the Lady of the Kamo Clan, work in a kitchen. How far I’ve fallen. His hands began to shake a bit. Discarded. Useless. Runaway. Oh- not actually the Clan Head even, am I?
“Noritoshi.” You’re still mad at him, somewhat. You’ve spent years, ever since you were 8, trying to be a person other than just his wife. You’ve succeeded too. And then again now, you’re stuck watching the beach day in and day out, being nothing other than his wife. Cooking eggs in a kitchen. But he’s here too. Cooking eggs with you.
“Noritoshi-san.” He grins at that mocking nickname. “I don’t mind it as long as you’re here. That’s the point of it all, right? To keep our loved ones alive?”
Yes. That's the whole point of it all.
“I’ve kept you alive, husband. And you’ve kept me alive. I’ll take the days as they come.” you wash your hands and dry it on the back of his sweatshirt. As always, he lets you. But only that this time he grabs your hands in his egg-sticky ones and draws them to his lips.
I’m sorry for everything. So am I. I’m sorry this is how things happened. So am I. I know you imagined a different life, I’m sorry. So am I.
“I got eggs on your hands, sorry.” He takes your hands into the sink with his own and washes them, a soapy eggy mess. “I’m just sorry about everything in general.”
“It’s okay.” you reply. “Our hands are clean now.”
“Yeah” Noritoshi glances at the mess you’ve made of your kitchen. “Should we take a break? Let’s walk or something.” He knows you like the ritual of it. Getting ready to go out wherever you want to, wearing whatever you want, fooling around in town, without any permission from anyone. He likes it too.
As you get ready next to each other (“grey or black?” “love, they’re both sweatshirts anyway.” “i’ll go grey then” “ooh, someone’s flashy today!”) (“pass the hair conditioner” “which one, baby?” “OUAI, it’s written in English” “we ought to learn English now that we’re here” “I already know!”) (“goodness, baby, you look like a princess” “will you still wear your sweatshirt then?” “yes” “you look cute”)
As always, you twirl for him, showing off your outfit of the day while he compliments you. You make him do the same, complimenting his incredible grey sweatshirt and baggy pants. They’re both Loro Piana, even though no one would be able to ever tell, while your kitten heels, floral summer-gown and wicker hat are all thrifted for less than 7000 yen.
Noritoshi and you do your absolute best to not be too bogged down. Your friends are dying. Your families are half-dead anyway. Your homeland for a millenia decimated. But you two still make omelettes and take walks by the beach. At night you two lie naked and wrapped up in each other, believing like children that the touch of your bare skins will fend off the impending nightmares. If he knows that you've been smoking every evening, he doesn't mention it. Noritoshi has to walk barefoot over glass shards his head all day. He can't do anything to take your pain away, so if smoking is what helps, he'll look the other way like a gentleman. The shame of it all. The guilt. The treachery of the runaways.
It was the correct thing to do, the right path to take.
Then why does it hurt to the core of your beings? Why are you fully aware that you two have lived past your destined deaths, stretching out your existence which was supposed to be martyred on the battlefield? And for what? You saved your families. Just your families?
“We should get people out of there. Non-sorcerers. Hire some aeroplanes, make announcements or something.” Noritoshi thinks about your suggestions, a hint in his eye that says that it shall be done.
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“Does our marriage still embarrass you?” You two are lying face up on the beach, under a giant parasol. It did embarrass him at first, for good reason. You two were little children then, barely aware of what marriage means. You suppose you still don’t know, but you would say it’s like playing 2v1 versus 1v1 in life. More than that, you don’t know. “Of course not,” He answers. “I was 12 then. Besides, I’m not much other than your husband nowadays. If even that part of my identity was taken, I don’t know what I would have done.” He turns to you, pressing a kiss into your neck. “Despite everything, at least you’re still here for me to love.”
He leans over you, his head propped on an elbow, the other hand gently turning your face to him. His lips taste like your chapstick, but under that it's all him, the natural scent of sweet skin. His long lashes flicker shut. He doesn’t hesitate a second to open his mouth and let his tongue in. Of course he doesn’t. What else does he want as fervently as the warmth of your mouth? He runs his tongue against yours, trying to lick up anything he can. He swallows once, his mouth too full of your saliva. Moaning into your mouth, he bites down onto your lower lip and moves deeper into your mouth. You gasp for a breath as he kisses your cheeks and nose. He sucks your tongue into him, grasping your hair tighter with every second. He’s all over you and around you. It’s messy. It's uncomfortable to look at. His warm chest beats like a badly injured bird.
“My wife.” He says, kissing your forehead. “You’re my wife.” Every single thing in his life had changed, except for your presence. “Even after all these years, you’re still my wife.” When he looks at you, his eyes are wet. “Thank you.”
pic credit : an abyss and pinterest
a/n: the reason the kiss has been described as "uncomfortable" is because in the series and canon, kamo would be a few weeks under 18 and reader 15. the age gap is wrong, to say the least. it's an intentional choice to focus on the shitty parts of the clan politics in jjk, as well as the characters being trauma bonded at this point.
also yuji and choso are technically ancestors of noritoshi kamo- hilarious.
canonically, noritoshi knows english pretty decently, but he said 'we' to not offend his wife. her cursed technique of distillation would help her learn english pretty fucking fast, but she hasn't actually bothered to do it yet. when they go out, kamo does most of the talking while she pretends to not understand.
i also headcanon that they aren't staying in a touristy place but a more local beach town (these are old money fuckers with old money tastes) and they often get requests to take pictures with the local people. they always say yes.
also my apologies for removing the kamo pics, they weren't conveying the depressed tone
#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#noritoshi kamo#jjk fluff#jjk noritoshi#satoru gojo#gojo satoru#choso kamo#jjk choso#yuji itadori#itadori yuuji#noritoshi x y/n#noritoshi x reader#kamo noritoshi#jjk smut#obeisance to the arrow
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𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇 ✧
NAOI REI x fem reader
warnings: flufff, theyre js rlly UGH cheesy, nasty cute couple stuff, kissing, and EWWWW HAND HOLDINGGGGG
hi i js pulled this out of my ass so uh yay
Ah, ah
Oh, oh-oh, oh
Ikaw ay nasilayan sa 'di inakalang panahon
Lumapit nang biglaan, para bang 'di nagkataon
Ito nga ba'y tadhana? Tangi kong hiling sa mga tala
Mga pintig ng puso'y nakalaan para sa 'yo
From following your footprints in the sand
To walking with you on this island
Guided by the grip of your hand
I can feel you're holding my world
Ano ba itong nadarama?
Oh, shucks, ito ba'y pag-ibig na?
Totoo ba ang 'pinadama?
'Cause, boy, it feels so good
Bawat araw, mas sumasaya magmula nang nakita ka
Nawawalan ng pangangamba 'pag ika'y kapiling na
Feels like summer when I'm with you, parang islang pantropiko
Can't wait to go back with you sa islang pantropiko
Pantropiko, pantropiko, oh
Sa islang pantropiko (oh, oh-oh, oh)
Pantropiko, pantropiko, oh
Sa islang pantropiko
Sumapit na ang araw nang ika'y muling nakausap
Hinahanap ka sa tabi (sa tabi), 'di na mawala sa isip
Nakita kang papalapit (oh), puso ko'y bigla nang 'di mapakali (mapakali)
Ano nga ba'ng sinapit? Kakapit ba hanggang huli?
From following your footprints in the sand
To walking with you on this island
Guided by the grip of your hand (oh)
I can feel you're holding my world
Ano ba itong nadarama?
Oh, shucks, ito ba'y pag-ibig na?
Totoo ba ang 'pinadama?
'Cause, boy, it feels so good
Bawat araw, mas sumasaya magmula nang nakita ka
Nawawalan ng pangangamba 'pag ika'y kapiling na
Feels like summer when I'm with you, parang islang pantropiko
Can't wait to go back with you sa islang pantropiko
Pantropiko, pantropiko, oh
Sa islang pantropiko (oh, oh-oh, oh)
Pantropiko, pantropiko, oh
Sa islang pantropiko
On this tropical island, sitting on the white sand
Guess I found my love with you
'Cause with you, boy, I'm going crazy
You could be my baby, I could be your lady, oh, oh, oh
'Di na maawatan ang kilig na bigay riyan
Puso'y para bang 'di na mapigilan ('di na mapigilan)
Kumakabog o humihinto?
Gumugulo ang puso ko sa 'yo
From following your footprints in the sand (in the sand)
To walking with you on this island
Guided by the grip of your hand (oh)
I can feel you're holding my world
Ano ba itong nadarama?
Oh, shucks, ito ba'y pag-ibig na? (Oh, oh-whoa)
Totoo ba ang 'pinadama?
'Cause, boy, it feels so good (oh, oh)
Bawat araw, mas sumasaya magmula nang nakita ka (oh, oh)
Nawawalan ng pangangamba 'pag ika'y kapiling na (kapiling na)
Feels like summer when I'm with you, parang islang pantropiko
Can't wait to go back with you sa islang pantropiko (ooh, ooh, oh, oh)
Pantropiko, pantropiko, oh
Sa islang pantropiko (oh, oh)
Pantropiko, pantropiko, oh
Sa islang pantropiko (ooh, ooh)
sorry my lovesss ill actually have this fic out by this weekend.. STAY SAFE AND LOVE YOU SOOOOOOO SO SO MUCHHHHH
-Vicky🩷
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Luck Be a Lady
Shiu Kong x Reader ~ Fluff
Shiu was never one for gambling.
Alright, so that wasn’t exactly true. Shiu wasn’t one for Toji Fushiguro’s sort of gambling.
Shiu was a man who liked knowing the odds. Every variable, every possibility of change, Shiu wasn’t satisfied until he had held every aspect in his hands and examined it.
In short, Shiu Kong wasn’t the sort of man to leave things to ‘chance’ or ‘fate’. He didn’t believe in such things. There was reality, cold and unfeeling. The concrete, the tangible. These were the factors he’d bet his money on.
Then he’d met you. A whirlwind of flowing hair and brilliant eyes stumbling, literally, into his well constructed world. You’d walked in and taken every one of his firmly held ‘concrete’ convictions and tossed them out the window with your smile.
Now Shiu preferred the old saying ‘Chance is a fool's name for Fate’. There could still be the concrete, he could still be the one holding all the cards… but everyone knew you were the one with the royal flush. The queen of his castle, the fondest lover of his heart.
And even now, with Stella snoring at your feet, and the calming sound of the grandfather clock ticking down the hallway as he rolled over and dragged your still sleeping form against his own firmer one, Shiu still found his head spinning. Closing his eyes and burying his face in your hair, Shiu couldn’t believe he was the one that got to hold you through the lingering twilight. That he got to be the one holding the pieces of your heart when it shattered, and helping you sort through the maelstrom of life’s ups and downs.
Shiu might not have been a gambling man in the traditional sense, but he’d forever be grateful that - at least for one night- he’d met luck, and she’d been one hell of a lady.
@lazyjellyfish300, I'm dedicating this one to you sweetness!!! Heard this song and thought of you guys!
#shiu kong x reader#shiu kong x you#shiu kong fluff#shiu kong#jjk x reader#spotify#love my moots#Spotify
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Stay
combined @justrainandcoffee and @hoodeddreams13 requests for this soft!Brilliant x Eva one shot
taglist: @mischievouslittlecreature @thegreatdragonfruta @zablife @kmc1989
She never stays long.
With the excuse of Charlie and her own booming business, Eva tends to avoid staying the night.
She would love to, she could if she wanted tonight seeing as Tommy has Charlie for the week ---with Polly watching him as he woes May Carleton--- and it’s been so long since she’s wanted to do nothing but stay in bed with the man who owns it.
“Its late, I need to go.” The witch tries to extract herself from the man who has set her heart ---amongst other parts of her--- aflame.
“You don’t, stay tonight and I’ll make it worth it in the morning.” Billy is full of surprises, hiding a dangerous skill for martial arts under his fine clothes, capable of being exclusively hers and rather great at cuddling after sex.
Eva would be lying if she said she didn’t want to do as he suggested.
Once she had stayed the night, slept so well she forgot the chaos that was her life until she found Tommy waiting for her at home.
As much as she knows Tommy is busy right now and won’t know until he’s returned from wherever the horse trainer lives, Eva doesn’t want to run the risk of finding Arthur and John looking for Brilliant’s place again.
“I don’t want to risk of you being cut up by my former in-laws.” The dark-haired woman brushed away his damp inky hair reminding him of how it ended for the young man who rented his previous flat. Eva had been very close to letting the Shelbys get arrested for behaving so barbarically as if she’d left them and not his brother.
“They won’t know.” Billy assures her and refuses to let go. “I'm not letting go, so you can stop fighting it.”
He would if he believed she truly wanted to leave, but Brilliant knows it wouldn’t take much to get her to give in and make this something more than a fling.
She wants to, even Polly knows this relationship was different than the rest she’s had after Tommy. There was this instant click, this feeling of permanence to them that had long left her marriage once the bubble burst and revealed the cage she had trapped herself in.
“Then I won’t go.” The witch caved to her own desires for something more and melted into his arms. The cold of spring couldn’t reach her here with him, winter hadn’t either and won’t ever reach her as long as she is with him.
The morning is colder and neither make any effort to leave the bed. Eva is her own master, the ladies that consult with her for matters of life and business would be told she is not available and as long as Arthur has the Eden he won’t be free to come here.
“Do you have any business today?” Eva asks enjoying being kissed good morning.
“Today is one of those stay in bed and cuddle days.” Billy said in between kisses and reminded her how thoughtful and soft he can be when he wishes to be. “How anyone gets anything done in this abysmal weather is still a mystery to me.”
Hong Kong is warmer than London by about 20 degrees Fahrenheit.
the picture at the center is Regent Street, London in 1927(close enough🤷♀️) where Brilliant irl owned his buisnesses and lived
#evacore#brilliant x eva#brilliant chang x oc#vēnor fic series#peaky blinder fanfic#peaky blinders fanfiction
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hi, hey, and hello!
I saw your stuff for ed and thought it was pretty neat! (It also kinda inspired me to ask you this request)
Whenever you get the chance could you maybe write something for A.K.I?
i just wanna see one of my fav sf6 characters in action!
A.K.I x Reader - Bubble of Toxin
- Thank you so much for requesting! Just like the last two posts, I've been planning an A.K.I related post! I really hope you enjoy this. I had fun writing it! -
- I had trouble trying to keep A.K.I in character, sorry about that! -
- The only way I can see A.K.I being with someone, and getting over her feelings of F.A.N.G Fei, is for her to relate to someone on a personal level. You feel? -
You come from a prestigious family. You're family is strange and keeps too many secrets. One being what you inherited from your father, which he gets from his mother: poison immunity. Who knows how this generational trait started, but you do know you have a special type of poison immunity, a genetic mutation, that the rest of your blood relatives don't: you are immune to more than one type of poison, which is nice considering everyone else is immune to only one type. Venom, plants, metals, bug bites, snake bites, carbon monoxide, and mushrooms. Due to this, you were really reckless as a teenager. You constantly got into fights and trouble with the law. When you turned of age you received a job offering that set you straight. No more street rat BS, and no more fighting just to roughen your hands up a bit.
You were an interpool anget.. and a self proclaimed culinary anthropologist, so you have to act like you have some sort of dignity. You go from place to place eating food, researching the ways human culture engage with food in a complex social and cultural way, and kicking ass for a just cause.
You've been all over the world, all except China. It's not like you don't like China, no not at all. It's more like there's more talented agents in the area, like Chun-Li, that are more qualified for the job than you! ... until you received a call from the commissioner. He asked if you could deliver something important to a personnel in Hong Kong. Of course you accept and head down there immediately.
Once you arrive, you head right for the rendezvous point in Tian Hong Yuan and handed off the package to the personnel. Now that Interpool work is done, you can finally get to what you like best, eating. Heading for the nearest food stand, with your yuan in your hand, you feast your eyes on some Kung Pao Chicken. After paying the vendor, you were heading to find somewhere to sit. Before you even reached a seat, a random bystander shouted.
"Someone just fainted!"
You turn your attention to the crowd forming. Now, you weren't a doctor or anything, but you were an Interpool agent! It's pretty much your job to help, right? You rush over to the crowd, pushing people out the way. The man who collapsed on the ground had a small pouch in his half opened hand. His body seemed to be screaming in pain. He groaned as if he couldn't move.
"Time to work. Time to work."
You look up to see a woman with a style you've never seen before. She works her way through the paniced crowd and to the man.
"You thought I had money in there? Oh, that's just my delicious poison!"
You think she talks funny. Her dialect is a bit childish for her age. She pokes at the mans chest with her claw like gauntlets.
"When inhaled, coriamyrtin blocks the gamma-aminobuytyrix acid receptors in the central nervous system, causing spasmodic muscle contractions... Time to put you out of your misery."
Misery? This lady is going to kill that man! You scarf down the rest of your Kung Pao Chicken before setting the disk down on a nearby table. You grab the lady's hand gently before pushing her off of the man with a push of her shoulder.
"You cannot take an innocent man's life!"
The woman clicks her tongue and looks at you with a shocked face.
"Ah, but he stole from me."
"Even so! You can't just flat out murder someone on the street!"
After a pause..
"Hm? Is that so?"
The lady stands up and shakes her head. She stands in a way that you can only assume she wishes to engage in a street fight with you, and you comply without another word. You stand in your typical fighting stance stance.
After a tough and fierce battle with the mysterious woman, you emerge victorious. The woman could only glare at you before tapping the poor man on the forehead, cleansing him of the poison he was tainted with. The woman grabed her pouch and left, and you hope you'd never see her again.
The next morning, you're down at the Nan Lian Garden. Since you were finish with your mission already, you might as well spend the rest of the trip eating and exploring, right? While walking along the path, you pass regular civilians. Once you hit that corner, you saw her again. That woman from yesterday. You couldn't help but to glare. An old man stood next to you.
"Hm? Are you looking at Aki dài fu?"
You turn to him.
"The doctor? Her? The woman in the black cheongsam?"
"Yes, her. She's a traveling doctor and very kind to the elderly. Be sure to say hi when you walk past her."
The old man his headed his way, levaing you alone... So her name is Aki? You take that bit of information with you as you continue down the path. You see Aki staring into the water from the bridge. You slowly walk past her, your street rat ways slowly pushed itself back into your head.
"Still trying to kill innocent civilians, Aki?"
She doesn't even turn to look at you. She just rolls her shoulders.
"Yesterday, when we fought, my poisons didn't work on you."
You stood next to her on the bridge, looking down into the water with her.
"And your poisons never will."
"How annoying."
"You wanna go?"
It felt like the two of you were standing there for what felt like hours, but was only a few minutes. The wind gently blew through your hair.
"____."
"Shishishi.. Don't go telling strangers your name. You don't know what I might do with it."
You just rolled your eyes. You turned to look at her.
"That thing. How'd you make that bubble you made? To make a toxin like that in such a short time is mad."
"Mad? I have built up an impressive resistance to neurotoxins. All because of my impressive master, F.A.N.G Fei!"
Who? Damn, you didn't even care. This lady was a straight lunatic and a possible threat to people's lives. As she went on and on about how great her master was, you began to wonder how far does her resistance goes. She said she built it up, but yours is due to a genetic mutation. As you drowned her words out, you couldn't help but to think that you finally found someone outside the family with a resistance to poison. Even if hers is built up.
"It's a family thing."
You stated, cutting her off.
"Every blood relative on the old man's side has an immunity to poison. The type of poison varies from person to person."
Aki just looked at you. Her lips drawn in a straight line.
"Really? I've never heard of it being a genetic trait. Interesting."
She sticks her hand up and the nails got longer and sharper.
"I should take a blood sample. Hold still ____."
"Huh?!"
Aki's lips curled into a smile.
"Kidding, shishishi!"
After awhile, you decide to head back to the place you were staying. Maybe the doctor isn't so bad.
Now, you were a traveling agent, and Aki stationed herself in China. It wasn't long before you had to leave and continue your work elsewhere. When you did leave, you thought about her and the way she talked about poisons. You went 4 entire months without talking to her before heading back to China for some more cultural experiences. You met her in the same spot in Tian Hong Yuan around midnight. She wasn't surprised to see you. You invited her to grab a meal with you, asking her for recommendations. You didn't know her life outside the bubble of toxin, and she didn't know yours. The meal was so good that you decided to get some food with her the next time you saw each other. Of course, Aki said if you win in a street fight against her, she'll pay for the meal.
It's became routine for the two of you. Grabbing food everytime you see each other, talking about your interests, consuming different poisons, and street fighting. You two enjoy your meals so much, it's starting to feel like dates. Oh, and Aki's smile is so sweet. Even if she constantly finds joy in morbid things, if she's happy, then it's fine. Aki blushes when she laughs at your shortcomings. Oh, when you smile at her, her shoulders loosen up, her hands place neatly on her chest, and her eyes widen in awe. Then she scratches you straight in the face, screaming about how annoying you are, calling you a rat and other things as she storms off. You started to think she had a crush on you at one point. At the end of your 4th meal together, you asked to exchange phone numbers.
At some point, it became mandatory to call Aki once a week and talk for 10 minutes or more. She seems to be enjoying your company more and more.
Now, Aki isn't one for physical person outside from her master, but she picked up the habit of sizing you up followed by a light kick of the shins when she sees you. She says that youre a small mouse and she's a snake.
Once she gets even more comfortable with you she'll introduce you to F.A.N.G. She gave you fair warning that if you attempt to hurt him, she will murder you.
If F.A.N.G. likes you, Aki will become very cuddly around you. If he doesn't, you will die.
Aki has no intention of learning about your occupation outside of culinary antropology, and you don't care for hers outside of her medical practice. As long as you keep your nose out of her business, everything will be fine. As for distance, it doesn't bother her, but she wants to see you in person at least once a month.
You two don't have a formal title to your relationship, but it's clear to everyone that something is going on.
You just want this delusion to last forever. To be at peace with Aki and to hold her in your arms.
"But the spider will eat the butterfly eventually."
#request#sf6#sf6 x reader#street fighter 6#street fighter x reader#sf aki#A.K.I#a.k.i.#Street fighter Aki x reader
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I'm fucking crying.
I went to go see Godzilla x Kong with my mom because we like Kaiju nonsense, and the lady at the ticket counter gave me the fucking kids discount.
Which is for TWELVE YEARS OLD AND YOUNGER.
I'm fucking 26.
I'm gonna kms.
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