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[msmk11]

🍾 yelena and 33 please?

33: “I thought I lost you.”

Thanks for the shot! I haven’t written for Yelena in forever and it reminded me that 1) I’m obsessed with her and 2) I desperately need to see Thunderbolts.

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Staring Problem

Yelena Belova x gn!reader

WC: 1.4k

CW: explosions, blood, broken bones, brush with death, guns, violence; angst, hurt/comfort, fluff ending

Summary: you think your staring almost gets your girlfriend killed

“You are not paying attention,” Yelena huffs, her hazel eyes never leaving the target across the street.

“Hmmm?”

“Pay attention!” She insists, elbowing you in the ribs hard enough to finally wake you from your stupor.

“Shit! What was that for?” You protest, rubbing your side. You shift your feet to ease the aching pain in your back from crouching behind a wall for the past half hour.

“You are staring at me instead of staying focused on the mission.”

You should be embarrassed about being caught, but you’re not. Yelena- your girlfriend of one year- is quite literally the prettiest person on planet earth, in your own humble opinion. You can’t help but be distracted by the firm set of her jaw when she focuses, how you wish you could trace your lips across the line. And the way stray tendrils of blonde hair frame her face as they’ve fallen out of her intricate braids throughout the day. You’d like to tuck them back behind her ear, and usually she’d let you, but not now, not during a mission.

“Oh, so I’m not allowed to look at my girlfriend now?” You pout teasingly, even jutting out your lower lip for extra effect.

Yelena’s eyes trail to you momentarily and you swear she blushes a little, “do not give me that look. You know I cannot resist it and you know we need to be focused right now.”

“Fine, fine,” you whine, “but at least let me-“

You reach out to fix her strand of hair and that’s when the explosion goes off. Suddenly, you’re flying through the air, away from Yelena, landing on your back on the hard concrete rooftop. Your ears ring and any shouts or screams are muffled. Through the smoke you can barely see nor breathe and you curl onto your side, coughing and gasping for air. You try to stumble to your feet in your daze and you nearly topple back down.

Though you know you should be looking for the perpetrator, your mind only thinks of Yelena, your thoughts racing about whether she’s okay. If she’s hurt. If she’s alive. You wander through the debris, screaming her name- at least you think you are, since you still can’t really hear.

You spot her foot first, black boot sticking out of a pile of smoking rubble. You run towards her and shove the concrete away. Your heart pounds in your chest and a sob escapes your throat. She looks bad. Her face is bloody and bruised and her eyes are closed. You’re worried she’s dead, and when you put your fingers to her neck you don’t find a pulse. Panic surges through your stomach and you think you’re gonna be sick. But then you feel it, the faintest pulse. A sign that she’s still alive, even if barely.

You cup her face, calling her name over and over, tears running down your dirty cheeks. She stirs just a little and you freeze, eyes studying her hopefully. Her hazel eyes barely peek out from beneath her lids and she taps your finger. Her lips move and you frown, moving closer. You still can’t hear what she says because of her hoarseness and your deafness, but you read what her lips say:

“Go after him.”

It’s the last thing you want to do, and every instinct in you resists, as well as your body that is screaming in pain. But you know she’s right. You have a job to do, and Yelena will kill you if you don’t finish it. You stagger up, taking the gun holstered to her hip and charge towards the now obliterated wall. You spot the target just seconds before he spots you and you jump, scaling down the wall quickly as you set off on a foot chase after the son of a bitch.

He’s fast, especially in your bloody and bruised state, but adrenaline keeps you going. He weaves through the crowd of screaming people and you follow hot on his tail, shoving anything and anyone out of the way. In a small clearing you pull the gun, feet pounding the pavement as you pull the trigger. It hits him in the shoulder, sending him sprawling forward. You don’t give the bastard a chance to get up before you grab him by the scruff of his collar and flip him over, clocking him in the jaw, once, twice, three times.

He grunts in pain with each blow, but he still manages to grab your ankle and tug you down with him. Your gun scatters across the cobblestone street and you try to reach for it, but he yanks you away, flipping you onto your back. The blow hurts, especially when you realize some of your ribs are most definitely already broken. The target lands a blow to your stomach and you cry out in pain. He gets in another blow before you catch his arm on the third try and twist, right where the bullet hole in his shoulder sits. He yelps and that gives you the advantage to flip him back over. You scramble up and grab the gun, taking him out with one final bang.

After you’d killed the target, you’d made your way back to Yelena, who was already being transported on a stretcher to the ambulance. You’d tried to get close but they held you back, insisting they needed to assess you while they rushed her off to emergency care. The exhaustion and pain eventually forced you to give in as you were also whisked off to the hospital.

Many hours and bandages later, you’d finally been allowed to see Yelena who was still in rough condition, but alive. She was hooked up to a million monitors and machines, her face covered in cuts and bruises as she breathed somewhat normally. You’ve taken residence in an uncomfortable chair beside her bed, one thumb pushed between your teeth and the other stroking soothing circles over your girlfriend’s scarred hand. Even in her broken state, she’s still the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen.

Nothing could change that.

You’re so focused on her closed eyes that you don’t notice the twitch of her lips into a half smirk.

“You are staring again,” she croaks, her voice unmistakable even if hoarse.

Your heart pounds in your chest as her eyes slowly flutter open, revealing a sparkle in the hazel pools despite her critical state.

A disbelieving laugh escapes you and you brush your lips over her knuckles, “am I not allowed to stare at and worry over my very injured girlfriend?”

Yelena scoffs softly, eyes twinkling with mischief, “very injured? Please, these are just a few cuts and bruises. You should see the other guy.”

She pauses, her tone a little more somber, “you killed him, right?”

“Yes, I did.”

The blonde relaxes, “good.”

You kiss her palm this time and your lips linger there thoughtfully.

“I thought I lost you,” you mumble into her skin.

“What?”

“Today, after the explosion. I thought I lost you.” Your voice trembles, “and it would’ve been my fault. I- I was distracting you and-“

“Moya lyubov (my love)…Look at me.”

You refuse to meet her eyes and she huffs, “you always have a looking problem until I need you to look at me. Come on, show me those pretty eyes.”

Finally, you reluctantly look up at her, the usual color glossed over with unshed tears, and Yelena’s face softens. This time she brings your hand to her lips.

“Moya lyubov, you really think a little bomb is going to keep me from you? You know I am stubborn. I am not going anywhere.”

She strokes your hand soothingly, “Also, it is not your fault. You could not have known there was a bomb.”

Your voice breaks, “but I distracted you and-“

“There is nothing you could have done,” she insists.

Your eyes scan hers for any hint of deceit or insincerity, but you find none. She nods to you, patting the bed beside her.

When you try to protest that you don’t want to hurt her, Yelena interrupts you again, “I am your injured girlfriend. You have to do what I say. And I say that you have to cuddle me.”

You huff, muttering something under your breath about her being stubborn as you gingerly sit beside her on the bed. Your girlfriend pulls you closer and cups your jaw, hazel eyes roaming over your face.

“Who has the staring problem now?” You tease, as you lean in and capture her lips.

[2kiran]

Sparring with SLASHER!YANDERE . . . he’s personally training you in case you need to defend yourself when he somehow can’t be there.

One foot sweeps your ankles, ending with you on your back and with him in your lap. His hand secures your wrists, panting through his mask.

“Fuck...” you grunt from the impact of the fall, but he’s more ‘worried’ about something else.

“(Name)...” he laughs, subtly rocking his hips. “Are you hard?”

“Wha—no. It’s just—”

He grounds himself down on you. “Just what? Don’t tell me fighting’s got you all excited.”

You shake your head, face warming.

“T’awww, it’s okay, baby. You can tell me. You like this, don’t you?” He grinds against you again, grinning. His tone was teasing, almost like he was scolding you for it. “‘S’okay. ‘m not mad, sweet thing. Let me help you, yeah?”

[mitskicodedwukong]

💥 PIGSY, QI XIAOTIAN, REDSON, SIX-EARED MACAQUE, & SUN WUKONG WITH AN EXPLOSIVELY-POWERED CHILD 💥

» the family jewels (marina) « 0:50 ─〇───── 3:58

╔⏤⏤⏤⏤╝🍑╚⏤⏤⏤⏤╗ AUTHOR'S NOTE ╚⏤⏤⏤⏤╗🍑╔⏤⏤⏤╝ ➤ This is reposted from my old account, @nothyenlowz :3 ➤ This is a scenario. ➤ This is platonic/familial. ➤ For this scenario, MK will be aged up to 23! ➤ TRIGGER WARNINGS include profanity, hurt/comfort, implied child neglect, homelessness, attempted robbery, break-in, animal attacks, violence, biting, blood, injury, PTSD(?)/trauma flashbacks, and past near-death experience. ➤ Word count: 4,233 words

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❝ Welcome to the family jewels; coal to diamonds, sold to fools .❞

╔⏤⏤⏤⏤╝╚⏤⏤⏤⏤╗ PIGSY 🐖 ╚⏤⏤⏤⏤╗╔⏤⏤⏤⏤╝

➤ You were a frequent at the shop. Pigsy immediately took notice of how you were alone each time you visited, how you were dirty, how you ate like it was your last meal, etc.

➤ It was easy for him to put 2 and 2 together. So, each time you visited, he gave you anything you wanted, and even went out of his way buy you gifts (toys, clothes, books, etc.). Tang even stopped being a freeloader for a while to ensure Pigsy could afford it.

➤ Somewhere along the line, Pigsy managed to adopt you! Now you were always at the shop, or at least not anywhere without him and Tang. No longer did he have to worry about you!

➤ ...or so he thought. One day, a robber busted into the shop demanding Pigsy hand over the money. Of course, the pig demon wasn't surprised; it wasn't the first time this has happened, but it was the first time he'd been threatened with a butter knife.

➤ Anyway, that's to say Pigsy knew there wasn't any real danger proposed by this rude stranger. But you, well, you were so young, and Buddha knew what you'd been through—how were you supposed to know the difference between genuine danger and a mild inconvenience?

➤ Just as Pigsy was about to give the guy the typical "bugger off or I'm gonna toss you out and report you", you raced out from behind the counter and slammed your fist into his stomach, sending him crashing against one of the (thankfully) empty booths.

➤ Pigsy was stunned for a minute, watching customers race out to avoid being caught in the crossfire. His eyes landed on you, still approaching the downed robber, and honed in on the electric green glow encasing your hands and eyes, snapping around your body like emerald lightning.

➤ He managed to shake himself from his stupor before you reached the crumpled man and stepped between you two, kneeling in front of you with gentle words and a soft voice, trying to coax you out of your explosive state.

➤ "Hey, hey, kiddo. We're alright. He's not gonna hurt you. You can calm down now."

➤ Exhaustion from the exertion your body experienced seemed to finally catch up to you, the green snaking around your body before disappearing. You collapsed forward, curling into Pigsy's arms and beginning to cry softly.

➤ "Bàba," you sniffled, trembling.

➤ Pigsy hushed you, holding you close as the guy limped out of the restaurant.

➤ "It's okay, kiddo, I'm not angry. Let it all out."

➤ He had quite the research assignment for Tang later.

╔⏤⏤⏤⏤╝╚⏤⏤⏤⏤╗ QI XIAOTIAN ✨ ╚⏤⏤⏤⏤╗╔⏤⏤⏤⏤╝

➤ MK met you after defeating Lady Bone Demon. You were the unfortunate host she used, and you needed a lot of help afterwards. You were fragile in a number of ways; sickly, physically fatigued, afraid of your own shadow and plagued by nightmares. MK understood all of that, and so you two became close, helping each other recover bit by bit.

➤ It was a day where you were hanging out with everyone at Flower Fruit Mountain, including Wukong. One of the cheeky monkeys had snagged your phone, so you chased after them to retrieve it. Unbeknowst to you, Wukong had followed after you to make sure his subject didn't give you a hard time.

➤ You managed to catch up to the monkey, but not before they squirreled away into a tree. So you were left at the bottom, hands on your hips as you attempted to negotiate with the little cream-furred simian.

➤ What came next happened fast: another monkey dropped from the foliage cover of the tree, beginning to tussle with the other. It flung the electronic in the scuffle and you stumbled forward in a venture to catch it, and then you caught sight of the monkey king's hand outstretched towards you.

➤ "So, your plan is to fist fight a child?"

➤ "Have you forgotten? Destroy me and you destroy the host!"

➤ "Have you become so desperate to end that you would sacrifice this blameless, innocent child?"

➤ "I told you—"

➤ "y o u s h o u l d h a v e s t a y e d b u r i e d . "

➤ "NO!" you shrieked, crossing your arms over your face as you braced for the hit that should have taken your life months ago.

➤ Sobs wracked your body as you crumbled to the floor despite remaining untouched. A cold, incessant chill pressed in on on you and you hated it, you hated it so much. All you could think of was her; the stink of old bones, the constant ache of ice, the cracking of your very body as that wretched demoness used you as a vehicle for her wicked deeds...

➤ and how willing the legendary Monkey King, the greatest hero of all time, had been to kill you, if it'd meant she would have died too.

➤ You continued to sink further into your memories, hands clawing at your scalp in a vain attempt to pull yourself out of it. The cold got worse, making each breath grate your throat on the way in; your tears froze to your face and your body weakened more and more until you collapsed in a heap, praying under your breath that someone would save you.

➤ "Hey!"

➤ The voice reverberated around your head, your thoughts moving sluggishly as you attempted to place a name to the familiar cadence. The cold went away ever-so-slightly as you calmed, focusing on the voice.

➤ "M...MK?"

➤ A sharp, cracking noise came from your left, followed by the last hints of a green flame. You blinked wildly out of a newly formed hole, light pouring into whatever dark place you'd gotten stuck in. Warm air scented with sweet fruits and flowers billowed into your face and you breathed it in deeply, feeling your body begin to relax.

➤ Hands temporarily filled the hole, blocking the heat and making you frown, but they ripped away more and more of your enclosure until MK's face comes into view, strained with worry and fear. As soon as his eyes met yours they softened, the successor leaning forward and gently pulling you up and towards him.

➤ You allowed him to do so, limbs shaking as you stepped out of the ice ball you'd been trapped in—wait. Ice ball? When... how did that get there? It was the middle of summer on Flower Fruit Mountain! There shouldn't have been any snow, much less ice!

➤ You looked around wildly, eyes taking in your surroundings: most of the scene is the same plentiful forest, but there's about a fifteen foot radius surrounding the shattered ice ball that's marred with gnarly spikes, curled like claws. You see Mei and Tang exacting magic on the ice to melt it, trying to free—oh god. Wukong lies pressed flat to the ground, ice digging into his clothes and, more frighteningly, his throat.

➤ Did... did you do that?

➤ You started sobbing immediately, clinging to MK. You grabbed fistfuls of his shirt, feeling the fabric tear under your desperate grip, but you couldn't will yourself to let go.

➤ "Hey," MK cooed, sitting on the ground and holding you close. "It's okay. You're safe."

➤ "S-She's still here! She's still in me! MK, please, please, we have to get her out b-before she gets too strong a-and Monkey King has to...has to—"

➤ "She's not," MK reassured you softly, gently rocking you as you waded through your panic. "It's just the after effects. You're still you. You're safe."

➤ "I'm safe," you choked out, pressing hard into MK's warm, solid body.

➤ The gang'll have to do some research on just how much power you retained from the Lady Bone Demon's possession, but they'll wait until you've had proper time to process.

➤ For now, they'll just make sure you remember you're safe.

╔⏤⏤⏤⏤╝╚⏤⏤⏤⏤╗ REDSON 🔥 ╚⏤⏤⏤⏤╗╔⏤⏤⏤⏤╝

➤ After the defeat of the Lady Bone Demon, the demon bull family welcomed a new member: you.

➤ Redson was immediately enamored with you. After only days of existing, you had your elder brother wrapped around each one of your tiny fingers. He was a dutiful sibling, working late into the night to craft you new toys, weapons, vehicles (the latter two he was forbade to give to you until you were at least eight)—anything you could desire.

➤ They discovered early that you had wind magic similar to your mother, with the added gift of blessing any item with your powers. This eventually earned you the title Prince/ss Strong Wind and brought your family great pride. And while it wasn't fun to chase around flying cups or run from enchanted bull clones, at least you weren't a Redson level catastrophe!

➤ That was before the... hm, accident, though.

➤ It wasn't your fault! You'd been practically attached to Redson's hip since you learned to walk (and he to your's for even longer), what were you supposed to do when you heard him shrieking "dragon horse girl" at the top of his lungs?!

➤ (Nevermind the fact you knew how dramatic your brother was... unfortunately for your parents [and anyone else who got involved with your family], you'd adapted his theatrics.)

➤ So you, upon hearing your beloved brother's scream, raced out of your mother's very important etiquette lesson and to your brother's room, damn-near ripping the door of its hinges when you busted in. You were so trained on the fact there was a stranger in Redson's room that you didn't even spare him a glance, missing the giant grin on his face (one that quickly morphs into "oh shit", mind you).

➤ The stranger—or the dragon horse girl, you presumed—gave you a big, lop-sided smile, acting as if she hadn't just broke into the Demon Bull family's keep!

➤ "OHHHH, you must be Redson's new nibby! I'm—"

➤ You didn't give her the chance to go a second further. Whipping winds travelled down your shoulder to your wrist, and when you outstretched your hand, a powerful gust struck the dragon horse girl right in the chest and forced her into the wall, cracking it.

➤ She peeled herself from the wall with a groan, wincing as she looked at you. You're quite the sight, raging winds strengthening around you, steam surely billowing from your ears and nostrils, teeth bared threateningly as you stalked closer.

➤ For a second, she looked afraid, and you internally rejoice at that. Yes. Yes! You've done it; you've protected your brother, your family, and your reputation as the baddest demons in this sorry city!

➤ But just as you were about to send the dragon horse girl through a few walls (and hopefully out of your house), Redson slid in front of her, halting your attack.

➤ "You have to calm down!" he yelled over the wind, bracing his arms over his face and creating a small shield.

➤ Your brows furrowed upon hearing your brother speak. It was hard to understand what he said between the wind and the adrenaline, but you managed to grasp on to the words just enough that the air relaxed ever-so-slightly.

➤ "But I...I'm protecting you! I'm protecting the family!" you replied back, the harsh gusts making you stumble to the side a bit.

➤ "Yes, you're doing so well!" Redson praised you, an ecstatic expression on his face. Then his eyes flicker behind him and you can just barely make out a scowl on the dragon girl's face, making him clear his throat. "However, this is no stranger. This is my... friend. She just has no manners."

➤ "HEY!"

➤ "Your friend?" you echoed, and the wind finally relented. When it disappeared, a fair amount of your energy went with it. Redson hurried forward to stabilize you, one hand holding your shoulder and the other holding your hand.

➤ "There you go," Redson said softly, guiding your breathing. "There you go. Breathe. Relax. Let it go."

➤ "I'm sorry," you mumbled, bone-tired now that your attack was over. "I didn't—I was worried, I thought you were...in trouble."

➤ Redson hummed, walking you to his bed and sitting you down. "I understand. I'm sorry I worried you."

➤ Eventually, the dragon horse girl wandered closer, rubbing the back of the neck sheepishly. "Yeah... I'm sorry, too. I'm used to just Redboy being here so I, uh... don't bother knocking," she says with a small smile.

➤ Redson gave her a side-eyed expression and a raised eyebrow, then huffed and focused back on you.

➤ "Would you like to spend the day with us? Mei and I are making gauntlets to help her with her powers, so you two can get acquainted and make sure we're playing nice."

➤ You smiled, comforted by your brother's sweetness. "That'd be nice."

➤ Mei will definitely bully him for being so soft later, but for now (and, let's be honest, forever), all he cared about was that smile on your face.

╔⏤⏤⏤⏤⏤╝╚⏤⏤⏤⏤⏤╗ SIX-EARED MACAQUE 🔮 ╚⏤⏤⏤⏤⏤╗╔⏤⏤⏤⏤⏤╝

➤ Macaque was no stranger to life on the streets, well-aware of the lack of food and water, shelter, good clothes, and protection. He was familiar with just how dehumanizing it could be to live in Megapolis' alleys, scrounging from dumpsters and snoozing in dilapidated buildings until having to move to avoid being found by less-than-forgiving company.

➤ Maybe that's why, when he found you in the alley behind his dojo trying to cram yourself beneath a dumpster to hide from a hailstorm, he invited you in.

➤ And maybe MK's rubbed off on him more than he expected, because after he let you in, he never made you leave.

➤ Eventually, you two went from co-existing to something more... familial. It was sort of like you'd been there the whole time with the way Macaque's routine came to revolve around you.

➤ Anyway. That's to say you were very grateful the demon gave you a home that stormy night.

➤ Maybe a little too grateful.

➤ Early on, Macaque noticed your determination to "pay him back" for his kindness. It was a silly concept to him, something he paid little mind to. But when he started to realize just how dedicated you were, he tried valiantly to convince you it wasn't necessary.

➤ You didn't relent, and for several weeks, you bent over backwards to try to make things even between the two of you.

➤ And then, just when you were coming to terms with never being able to repay him, a big bad wolf wandered by.

➤ You were asleep when you awoke to shattering glass, the sharp sound making you bolt straight-up. Your heart pounded in your ears as you kept listening, and you contemplated calling for Macaque, but the man had six ears. He could hear your heart, and surely its rabbit-like rhythm would have been enough to draw him to you if the broken glass didn't.

➤ Something was wrong.

➤ You slipped out of bed as quietly as you could manage, tiptoeing out of your room and to the top of the stairs. You listened intently, hoping for a clue on what to do.

➤ With every second that passed, you felt sillier. Maybe you imagined it. Maybe you had a nightmare and it scared you so bad you woke up. Maybe you were still dreaming.

➤ But then you heard a screech unmistakably belonging to Macaque, succeeded by crashing, and you couldn't stop yourself from racing down the stairs, your thudding footsteps nothing in comparison to the thud thud thud of your hammering heartbeat.

➤ As you turned the corner, you found the broken window, glass scattered all over the dojo floor; and across from it, Macaque pinned beneath a behemoth of a wolf demon.

➤ You didn't even think, your body naturally moving towards the intruder, your teeth bared. You barely noticed your body shifting, fangs and nails sharpening like thorns and a tail sprouting from your back.

➤ You landed on their back and, purely on instinct, sunk your teeth into the back of their neck, tightening your grip on them when they shrieked and reared back, allowing Macaque to scramble away. The monkey demon watched in shock as you remained latched to the intruder's neck despite their wails and attempts to tug you off, blood dripping down their body and on to the dojo floor.

➤ Unfortunately, Macaque remained in his shocked state until the wolf demon managed to grab you by the hair and rip you off of them, making you cry out as you dangled from their hand. You heard the shadow caster snarl, your only warning before the intruder was dragged helplessly into a shadow portal by angry clones, one of them snagging you before he disappeared completely.

➤ "..id, hey, kid, kid!" You blinked as you found yourself in Macaque's arms, the monkey's expression sharp with pain and worry. "Hey, are you with me, kid?"

➤ "I...I'm... I don't know what... I was... who..." you babbled uselessly, your voice beginning to descend into sobs as the pain set in. Aside from your body just aching, your head felt hot, a little wet, and that scared you—but not as much as the sticky, iron taste coating your mouth, staining your chin and your hands when you tried to wipe it away.

➤ "Fuck, kid," Macaque hissed under his breath, a gentle hand pressing against your head. "Why would you do that?"

➤ "I-I have to protect you," you stuttered, whimpering as a wave of pain rippled through your head.

➤ "Protect—" he cut himself off, his expression firm and his lips pressed into a thin line. His head tilted away from you, a long exhale huffed out through his nose as his eyes slipped shut. When he spoke again, it was softer. "You're an idiot, and we're going to have a very, very serious conversation about this "I owe you" bullshit later, but for now we're going to go patch you up, okay?"

➤ You don't answer, too busy trying to fight off tears. But then Macaque presses a soft kiss to your temple as he gathers you in his arms and stands, whispering, "You were very brave. I'm proud of you, kid."

➤ Maybe taking care of each other was just part of having a home.

╔⏤⏤⏤⏤╝╚⏤⏤⏤⏤╗ SUN WUKONG 🍑 ╚⏤⏤⏤⏤╗╔⏤⏤⏤⏤╝

➤ Wukong... didn't really know how he met you.

➤ You just kinda... showed up. No, literally. He was taking a walk along the beach one day and you were just there—some random little seemingly human baby crying on sand, waves lapping at your chunky legs.

➤ Wukong knew next to nothing about human babies, but he knew humans in general, and unlike his pre-Journey self, he actually liked them. So he picked you up, cradled you in his arms as best as someone with no knowledge of how to hold babies could, and sought out the mothers of the troop.

➤ Despite knowing he wasn't really qualified for the job, he grew attached to you very quickly. And you seemed to do the same, if your wails were anything to go off of when he tried to hand you to some of the other, more experienced parents. So Wukong, for all intents and purposes, became your father, giving you a liege of aunties and uncle s and cousins ready to fight for you at the drop of a pin.

➤ It was... hard. Oh, wow, it was hard. You seemed to be an especially picky baby, which made caring for you even more difficult considering all your guardians were monkeys who barely ever interacted with humans. Wukong found himself frequently visiting the growing village across the sea, keeping himself updated on appliances and foods in human homes.

➤ As you grew older, he discovered you especially liked fish, which meant he had to learn how to fish (it was very, very embarrassing in the beginning). But it was ultimately a win, your fussiness practically nonexistant as long as you got something seafood related during the day.

➤ Foolishly, Wukong thought this would be the end of his parental struggles.

➤ It was one of many days where you picked fruit with the troop, but the first in weeks where you'd gotten to check out the west side of the island. Previously, hunters had moved in and he wanted to make absolutely sure they left before allowing you or the monkeys near that side of the mountain. That time seemed to have come, the scent of humans faint on the breeze.

➤ So finally, after hundreds of agonizing hours, you got to harvest the westside fruit with your family! Some of the adolescent monkeys aided you and the adults in filling the baskets while the infants played, with a few hanging on to you and napping. It was going wonderfully.

➤ Until it wasn't.

➤ All you heard was a shrill warning bark before one of the monkeys screamed. You whipped around, horror gripping you as your eyes locked on to a hunting dog latching its jaws around the arm of one of the elder monkeys, forcing them to the ground.

➤ "NO!" You shrieked, dropping your basket as you raced towards the dog. You tried valiantly to rip it off, but you were quickly seized from behind and pulled backwards.

➤ "Stop! Let me go! BÀBÀ!" You screamed, fighting and kicking as hard as you could to break free. It was a fruitless venture, and you felt yourself slow to a stop in shock as hunters poured from the woods, escorted by hunting dogs who kept the monkeys from running away.

➤ Seeing this did nothing short of destroying you, and you felt something... swimming beneath your skin. It grew hotter and hotter, your breath coming out in ragged ivory puffs like... steam? It was strange, to you, to the troop, to the hunters, and everyone stopped, watching you with bated breath.

➤ "Let them go," you hissed, straining with effort as the heat increased. "and get off my mountain."

➤ The hunter holding you laughed, condescending and wicked. "Your mountain?"

➤ "Mine," you wheezed. "And I'll not have you beasts terrorizing my family any longer."

➤ "Wha—" the hunter had no time to finish as your body dramatically morphed, your human features forgotten as your body stretched and winded upwards, covered in scales and fur, your hands replaced by talons and your legs replaced with hooves. In your full, cool-toned glory you were a small, scrappy thing by dragon standards, but you were still frightfully sized compared to the foolish humans that invaded your home.

➤ With a roar, the heat coursing through your body built in the back of your throat and shot out in way of boiling water, making the victims who didn't duck in time howl in agony. Hunters dropped their weapons, screaming indistinct orders as they ran, dogs in tow, and you gave chase for a bit, literally snapping at the heels of the few slowpokes in the back.

➤ When they were out of sight, you stomped back to the troop, softening your footsteps when you saw them. You quickly realized speaking was hard in this form, so you laid down, hoping you hadn't scared your family.

➤ And slowly, surely, they crept towards you, running their hands over your scales. Some of them crawled on top of you, exploring your new form, while the others held your face, stroking you comfortingly. A few vanished into the forest, presumably to fetch Wukong.

➤ "We thank you, Prince/ss," cooed the monkeys.

➤ "Yes, you've vanquished the hunters, Prince/ss! Our King will be proud of you."

➤ Finally, Wukong appeared, rushing in on his somersault cloud with a few monkeys hanging on to his clothes. You nearly cried upon seeing your father—or you would have, if you could.

➤ "Oh, pit seed!" Wukong cried, the other monkeys making room for you as he knelt before you and held your head. "The monkeys—they told me that the hunters didn't leave. I'm so sorry, pit seed, I swore they'd left, I should have been more careful, more thorough—"

➤ A rumble cut through you, a desperate attempt to speak to your father. In quick succession, another rumble of frustration escaped you, boiling water beginning to drip from your jaws.

➤ Please please PLEASE I DON'T KNOW HOW TO TALK TO YOU, I DON'T KNOW HOW TO CHANGE BACK, I DON'T—

➤ "I understand you, pit seed, don't worry," Wukong soothed, brushing the water away from your scales without so much as flinching. "You have to relax. Think of your human form. What it looks like, how it feels. Imagine changing back. Go on, that's it. You're doing so well, pit seed."

➤ Before you knew it, you'd shifted back, on your knees with your head in Wukong's hands. You met his eyes and your lip quivered, and the Monkey King pulled you into a tight hug once he saw it.

➤ "I-I'm sorry, Bàba, I didn't know what to do a-and Tāo got hurt and—" You tapered off into sobbing, burying your face in your father's neck. He hushed you affectionately, rubbing your back and gently rocking you.

➤ "I'm so tired," you whimper.

➤ Wukong laughed gently. "I bet, pit seed. Go on and sleep. Bàba will handle it from here."

➤ And sleep you do, comforted by the closeness of your troop and familiar presence of your father.

➤ Wukong lifted you carefully, cradling you to his chest as he approached his cloud. He turned to two of the larger monkeys in the group, the two straightening as their king addressed them. "Put Tāo up here so I can see to him," he said softly. "and make sure everyone steers clear of the westside again. I'll make sure the problem is properly dealt with this time."

➤ The hunters wouldn't get off with a warning this time.

❝ I can't keep my cool, I can't keep my cool . . .❞

[heavenlyvision]

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Pairing: Syzoth (Reptile) x afab!reader

Wc: 1.6k

I got horny for the lizard man, sorryyyyyyyy <333 there is far too little content of him and i thought i would fix it :3 ENJOY !!!

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, pwp, established relationship, minor somnophilia (consensual), cunnilingus, p in v penetration, creampie, who taught the lizard man the c word, no use of y/n or pronouns, that’s all !!

MDNI | SMUT UNDER THE CUT

It has been a long few days, you’ve been waiting for Syzoth to come visit you. He spends most of his days in outworld but ever since you started dating, he makes regular trips here and stays with you in your apartment for days at a time. You even gave him his own key, so he can come and go as he pleases, you tell him often to think of it as his second home, but you don’t know if he sees it that way.

He had promised to be back tonight, or at least he promised he would try to be back tonight but it’s getting late, and you don’t know how much longer you can stay up waiting. You’ve already had a coffee, but it didn’t do much, you’re far too run down from work. You really miss him though and you’re actively fighting against your own body, eyes slipping shut before you jolt awake suddenly.

When your eyes slip shut for the tenth time, you realise you aren’t going to be able to stay awake for him. So, you get up from the lounge and tuck into bed, carefully listening for the sounds of him coming home. You don’t last long awake though, drifting to sleep almost as soon as your head hits your pillow.  

While you sleep, you feel… good. You’re thinking about Syzoth, of how nicely he fills you, how strong his arms are while he holds you down. It feels so real, the pleasure, it’s creeping up your spine and you shock yourself awake when you moan. You’re flat on your back and it takes you a few moments to register Syzoth between your thighs with his mouth on your pussy. He groans into you when he realises you’ve woken up, the vibrations run through your core and your cunt flutters around his tongue.

His arms are wrapped around your thighs and holding you open, his face pushed into your cunt, his tongue so far inside you that you’re seeing stars. You’re so sleepy and so wet, your pussy making obscene noises with how he laps at you. Your head rolls back along with your eyes, gasped whines leave your lips, your head swimming with the pleasure he’s giving you.

“I –hah– I missssed you,” you manage to huff out.

He only growls into you, not willing to part from your cunt. He’s too consumed by how wet you are, how good you smell, he would pull away to share the same sentiments, but he can’t, not until you cum in his mouth. He needs it, bad.

Your hand slides into his short hair, not pulling, just resting on his head, wanting to feel that he’s real. It feels like he pushes your legs apart more, bending you, stuffing his face into your cunt more. Animalistic sounds exiting him as he fucks his tongue into you, his nose pressed into your clit.

He eats you messily, your slick getting everywhere, on his face, down his chin, it’s running down your ass and onto the sheet of your bed. It’s starting to feel so good that you try to pull away from him, but his grip is tight and the groan he lets out tells you he’s displeased with your attempts to wiggle away.

Your breaths come harder and faster, your thighs twitch by his head and he makes a noise of excitement, incredibly ready for you to cum into his mouth, on his tongue. His tongue, it’s going to kill you, he’s ravenous for you and the way he’s fucking into you is going to have you seeing God early.

Your hands move to the headboard above you, pushing yourself down into him, he spreads you wider at it, raising himself up a bit, your waist bends with it. Your hips wiggle into him, trying to grind into his face, he slurps at your cunt, and you flush at the noises. He’s moaning into you, licking into your hole desperately, knowing you’re so close to cumming.

You gasp suddenly as your orgasm rips through you, his name choked out with the sounds you make. Syzoth growls into you happily, drinking down your cum, his arms holding you as open as he can get you. He pulls back but only to lick at your skin, he licks your slick from your inner thighs, from everywhere it leaked. When he stops, he still doesn’t pull away, he rests your lower half back on the bed properly but then lays his head against your inner thigh, nuzzling into you.

He presses a soft kiss to your thigh, his tongue licking at you lightly as he pulls away, “I missed you too.”

You’re still slightly dazed from your orgasm, blood pumping in your ears, you feel far away “When’d you get back?”

“Not long before you woke up,” he hums at you, his nose pressing into your skin and sniffing.

Your laugh is airy, “And you thought to give me head first?”

“Could smell you as soon as I walked inside,” he presses another kiss to your skin, “Couldn’t help myself…” He trails his lips up your body, pressing a full kiss to your lips when he reaches your face, “You smelled so good, needed to have you cumming in my mouth.”

You gasp at his words, heat flushing your skin, he takes the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth. His lips pulling the air from your lungs, your head dizzy. Your arms loop around his neck, pulling him to you, your legs wrap around his hips. His erection presses into your core, and you moan into the kiss.

He doesn’t part from your mouth, too lost in your kiss but he does move a hand to his pants, shimmying them down enough to free his cock. You’re so focused on how he’s kissing you that you don’t take any notice until he’s pressing the head of his dick into you. A keening moan leaves you as he slowly pushes inside. The stretch a lot, your cunt grips him tight, the only thing easing the glide is how wet and messy you are.

You pull back from his mouth, panted moans are huffed against his lips, his own growls leaving him as he slides home. His pelvis presses to yours and the primal sound he makes has your cunt clenching on him, your stomach fluttering with arousal.

He leans down onto his forearms, pressing into you as tightly as he can get, his mouth right by your ear. All the sounds he makes are crystal clear, they send shockwaves through you, your pussy dripping for him. He pulls back minutely before slamming back into you, his cock filling you so perfectly, you’ve been wishing he were here since he left, so needy for him.

“I was only gonna –ngh– gonna smell you, but when I pressed my face into your cunt, you –nghh– you moaned and I couldn’t ­­–mmph– help myself,” he admits to you.

Your fingers claw at his upper back, “It’s –hah– fine, I l–liked it –ngh–”

His body is pressed as tight as he can get to you, his hips piston into you, his thrusts shallow but harsh. The strength behind them earth shattering, your pussy quivers around him, your eyes crossing as you moan out his name.

He’s desperate, normally he’d fuck you fully, he’d fuck you with the intention of pulling you apart for him but tonight he can’t think straight. He was shocked by the complete need that overwhelmed him when he walked into your apartment. The scent of you sending him into a frenzy, his cock almost immediately hard at it.

“Shouldn’t have left –hah– should’ve been here –mmph– should’ve been between your legs –nghh–” his words are spoken between thrusts; his cock is devastating you.

Your stomach turns in on itself, your mind shattering with how close you are, “Sy–” you try warning him but are cut off by a whine.

“I know, you’re good, I’ve got you,” he presses a wet kiss to your cheek while he keeps fucking into you, his fat cock pulling you apart by your very being.

Your nails dig into the fabric of his shirt and pitiful whines leave you as you cum, sounds that Syzoth loves, he moans every time he hears them, his cock jerking inside you. Your cunt grips him tight, and he chokes, growled sounds leaving him as he cums with you.

His cock is twitching, emptying his cum into you, “Love how well you take me –mmph– how good you look full of my cum –nngh–” He pushes his cock into you completely, keeping you full of him, his hips grind into you to ride out your highs.

His hips slow but he can’t help but jerk into you every now and again, every time he does, your pussy spasms on him and he sighs a moan at it. He slumps into you slightly, breathing heavily into your neck, you feel so light and heavy at the same time, you can’t even think about moving right now.

As much as you love having him on you, he’s starting to get heavy, “Could you roll off me, please?”

He rumbles out his disagreement, “No. Need to keep my cum inside you.”

Your reaction is visceral, your cunt clenches on him against your will, your heart rate raising. Syzoth hums into your skin, you can feel his smile against you. His hips start to lazily grind into you, his cock hardening again.

His tongue licks up the length of your neck, “Let’s see just how full of my cum you can get, mmm?”

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[aweina]

johnny cage tauntingly asking “you like that?” in your ear while he’s pounding into you knowing you’re completely fucked out your mind to even process his words while his tight grip around your delicate throat makes you incapable to speak.

[n3ptoonz]

Can you write about Smoke getting a new outfit and the reader keeps checking him out b cause he looks good in the outfit and eventually gets caught by Smoke so the reader bluntly admits that he looks good? ☺️

absolutely 😌

reader bluntly complimenting smoke blurb

warnings/tags: none really, smoke is a flirty mfer here 😝, reader's lines are in purple

the new outfit in question...mmm😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

you and tomas were training together in the shirai ryu dojo on an off day since it wasn't busy. you'd be doing much better if he didn't look...so damn good in that new uniform of his. it was custom made and tailored to his style to be more unique, which attracted your gaze everywhere else even more other than a gloved fist coming at you several times

he stood up and crossed his arms on purpose and watched your eyes trail up his body before snapping out of it once your eyes met. "distracted again?" he says in a slightly teasing manner as he waved his hands in your face. you brushed him off and got back into position like he wasn't completely right. this had to be the 3rd time today that you were caught staring

he playfully mentioned that you were doing it again, prompting you to bluntly tell him you'd be able to focus if he didn't look so good in his new attire. seeing those pearly gray eyes slightly widen in response made you think you might've been too forward when immediately he jokingly apologized for distracting you with his "massive arms" (i couldn't be any more obvious at this point)

the 4th instance he took advantage of the opportunity to tackle you onto the mat when you weren't paying attention, his hands on both sides of your head

"I should wear this more often." he mused. You, clearly stunned for a second, responded "Seems like that's the only way to get me off my game." (you tried to reply coolly but the flustered expression on your face did not help at all). He leaned closer, lips hovering just above yours by an inch.

"I'll take it."

[chukys-mouthguard]

back with another song related request but this time it’s when the party’s over by billie eilish, typical angst turns smut or fluff with jamie drysdale (or trevor zegras)

as usual can’t wait to see what you come up with and i hope you had a good weekend 🫶🏼

nothing is better

2k words

genre: angst; ending is suggestive of smut or fluff, whatever your heart interprets it to be

featuring: trevor zegras x female reader

request: yes

note: this was honestly hard for me because the song was really difficult to interpret, but hopefully i did alright 🫶🏼

Trevor’s finger hovered over the screen, debating on whether or not he wanted to toy with his emotions and call you. It was late. His eyes glancing at the clock, 2:42am. Surely you would be asleep.

Though his call wouldn’t necessarily be unexpected, he did this almost every time he went out with the boys. Getting drunk, missing you, and ending up at your place. The “relationship�� one that you surely should’ve expected from a young NHL star like Trevor. It was strictly sex, to put it bluntly. It’s what worked for you both, though you’d occasionally questioned why it couldn’t be more.

Trevor telling you he wasn’t ready, he couldn’t handle his schedule along with a relationship. And he never saw things with you being more than what they were.

But he was lying, to you and to himself.

He wanted to have everything and more with you. Date nights, to see you at his games wearing his jersey, posting tons of pictures of you on his social media to show you off. But he knew that he was only bound to hurt you. His schedule being so demanding, and you deserved a boyfriend that could be there for you whenever you needed them. Not one that would be gone weeks at a time, whose game days left no time available to be with you.

And while he knew a relationship would end with him breaking your heart, he couldn’t help but feel simply hooking up wasn’t any better. Knowing that you longed for more, and while he did too, he’d never give it to you. It seems cruel, unfair even for him to knowingly continue being friends with benefits. It wasn’t something he necessarily enjoyed doing, but he kept it going because it meant he could still have a part of you. Even if that was for only a few hours every now and then.

So he tapped your name on the screen, holding the phone to his ear as his fingers traced over his steering wheel while he waited to hear your voice.

“Trev, it’s almost 3 in the morning. Really?”

Your tone immediately told him it was wrong to call, but he couldn’t help that he’d wanted to see you. Not even for the sex, just to be with you. To fall asleep next to you and pretend for a little while that things were different. Until the morning came to pull him back to reality and he’d have to leave, not knowing when he’d see you again.

“I’m sorry, I can head home. I just, I wanted-“

“It’s fine, you can come over. Just, hurry up. Please.”

He could hear in your voice that you wanted to say no, to tell him another night would work better.

Anything.

But the second you’d heard his voice, to know he wanted to see you, even if it was just for sex, you folded. Taking any moments with Trevor you could, knowing all too well you’d regret it in the morning.

As much as you knew this would never be more than strictly sex, you kept it going because you were so sure it could be more one day. That Trevor would stop telling you he couldn’t handle it. That it was for the best because he would only hurt you in the end. But even in him trying his best to protect you, it broke your heart every time he’d walk out the door. Never knowing when you’d see him again, simply having to wait for a night that he reached out or you were desperate for him and he was free.

Though you couldn’t help but admit you felt dumb, letting yourself be stuck in a strictly sex situation with someone like Trevor. It was almost a classic trope that if your friends knew they’d criticize you for. Confirming your own thoughts of being stupid for holding onto something he’d clearly told you would never be more than what it was.

You never having discussed your feelings about it all with Trevor, just tucking them away because what was the point? Surely he cared somewhat, but not enough to be in a relationship with you so why bother boring him with your displeasure with the way things were?

A simple “here” text came from Trevor letting you know to head to the door. Opening it just as he prepared to knock.

The tan, brown haired boy smiling that signature grin down at you as he walked in. Wrapping you in a hug and kissing your head, lightly chomping on gum he’d probably popped in his mouth on the drive to eliminate any lingering taste of alcohol, remembering how you hated the taste of beer when kissing him.

“How are you? Missed you.”

The words tugged at your heartstrings, but you tried your best to ignore it, not reading much into it as it was something he’d always said.

“Tired, not really in the mood if I’m honest.”

He could see on your face you weren’t yourself, normally you were happy to see him, no matter the time. But it was clear you were upset, something clearly on your mind.

“So, let’s talk.”

You laughed, crossing your arms over your chest as he pulled out a chair and sat at your island. Talking wasn’t something you did, and you weren’t sure what his intentions were. It was late, he didn’t come for this, why would he come for this?

“Talk? That’s why you called me at 3am, to talk?”

“Well you’re not in the mood, I’m not gonna make you sleep with me if you don’t want to. So, what’s wrong?”

His tone was a bit snarky as he shrugged, waiting for you to explain yourself to him. But you knew there was no point, the second you’d start he would cut you off and tell you we’ve been here before, you know my feelings about it.

“It doesn’t matter. You don’t care.”

Shaking your head you retreated to your bedroom, figuring if he didn't want to sleep with you he’d leave. But instead he followed you, grabbing your hand to get your attention.

“I do care, why the hell do you think I don’t?”

“Because you only talk to me for sex Trevor!”

Your words echoing through the apartment as he dropped your hand. This wasn’t a side he’d seen from you before, even in previous times where you’d brought up wanting more. It was clear to him you weren’t happy.

“That’s, that’s not entirely true. I mean, sure it’s sex nothing more serious. But to say I only talk to you for that? That’s bullshit.”

“Name 5 times you’ve called or texted where sex wasn’t your main reason for doing it?”

Counting to ten in your head you waited, Trevor not able to formulate a response. Telling you all you needed to know.

“Exactly my fucking point. Just, go home Trevor.”

Climbing into bed you’d hoped he would get the hint and leave, but that small part of him that so desperately longed for more with you stopped him from walking out. Knowing he’d lose you for good if he did.

“You think I don’t want it to be more than just sex? You think I like the way things are?”

“You tell me that you like things this way!”

“Because I’m lying y/n! I’m lying to you and to myself!”

His shouting caught you off guard, Trevor sitting at the foot of your bed and resting his head in his hands. Trying his best to figure out what to say, but knowing it wasn’t going to be the right thing.

“Lying? So you just think this is some type of game? To toy with my emotions like that and lie that you don’t want those things with me?”

His fingers gripped at his hair as he knew this was going to do the opposite of fix things. This would be it, because it was clear he was no good for you. He cared too much about not caring at all. To pretend that he had all these reasons for not being with you, when in reality it was simply that he was afraid to hurt you. Lying just to avoid the negatives, when there was no guarantee they’d even come, it was wrong.

“No, I, it’s not a game to me at all. I just, I can’t give you more. I told you from the start if we took things further you’d end up hurt. And i care too much about you to do that.”

“And what do you call this? Cause this shit hurts. To know we could’ve had those things, but because you were too scared of something that wasn’t even guaranteed to happen, you just used me? What the fuck Trevor.”

He saw the pain in your eyes, tears welling up in them as you tried your best to be strong. Ignoring the thoughts of you were right after all or the fact that you ended up looking like a fool for believing you could change his mind.

“I, I couldn’t lose you. Even if I only got you for a few hours every now and then, I couldn’t lose that. Lose you. So yeah, I lied to you and myself, I lied to convince myself that I couldn’t be more for you. That I wasn’t good for you. And, you let me in, but I still hurt you. The point of me saying all of it was so you didn’t get hurt. I’m sorry, I really am. But please don’t think I didn’t care, because in reality I cared so fucking much.”

His words meant nothing to you at this point, to know you could've had everything you wanted with him. That he’d been hiding the fact that he wanted the same thing. It broke you. The way he would do what he could to always convince you not to walk away. And you let him stay, walk all over you. You let him hurt you like this.

“I fucking hate you Trevor.”

Wiping the tears from your face you stood up, crossing your arms as you waited for him to get the hint it was time to leave. His eyes regretful as he saw how hurt you were, reaching for your hand but you retreated.

He couldn’t see you this way, not because of him. Though this is exactly how he’d imagined, it didn’t mean it hurt any less.

“Please, don’t hate me.”

His voice above a whisper as he stood up, pulling you into his chest and fighting off your attempts to break free. Eventually giving in and crying into his embrace. His hands tracing circles on your back as he attempted to calm you down. Giving you time to breathe before he’d pulled away, taking your face in his hands.

He searched your eyes for any clue as to what was going through your head, but all he could see was the hurt behind them. It broke his heart to know that he caused this. That you could say you hated him. He never wanted that, he never imagined things would turn out this way.

Pulling you in for a kiss was all he thought to do, hoping that you’d reciprocate and take back the words you’d said. The moment his lips touched yours you felt yourself falling deeper into the hole he’d dug. Wanting so badly to stand firm in your feelings, but knowing you’d miss him the second he left you.

Trevor rested his forehead on yours as he held your hands, trying to convince himself that this was it. That it was time to walk away and give you the freedom you deserved. The freedom to no longer be hurt by him.

“I just, I can’t leave you like this, upset and saying you hate me.”

His voice was soft, wavering as you could tell he was trying to ignore any emotions he’d felt. Clearly trying to convince himself that he needed to be done, but failing.

“Then don’t leave.”

[somewhat-insane]

Hello hello!! I hope you’re doing well!

If requests are open, would you be willing to write a blurb of MK getting glimpsed and scolded by his boyfriend after the events of S5? Maybe MK’s never seen him cry before either, so it’s a bit of a shock how he’s clinging to MK and bawling his eyes out and begging him not to do something like that again! I love auger/comfort and this last season hurt me lmao

Thank you so much and I hope you have an awesome day!!

Well, hello hello to you too!! I am doing well but seeing this ask made me do even better! I've never written a blurb before but I'll try my best! I have trouble writing short things because I'm always scared of them being too short, but hopefully, this lives up to your expectations!

~Don't You Dare~

Tags: Male/Masc!Reader x MK, hurt/comfort, blurb, established relationship

!!Warnings!!: Season 5 spoilers, profanity

He's stunned. He didn't know what to expect returning to you after trying to sacrifice himself but he hadn't expected you, his normally stoic and level-headed boyfriend, to be in tears and clinging to him like you never planned to let him go. Once he blinked back to his senses, he immediately tried to console you, but you weren't having any of it.

You pulled back to grab him by the shoulders, the tears still streaming down your face contrasted with the fiery glare you leveled him with as you hissed, "what the hell were you thinking!?"

Truthfully, he expected a scolding. He'd already received one from nearly everyone else and it only made sense to receive one from you, but he hadn't expected...

Your hands move to his face and you lean your forehead against his. He could feel you trembling as you desperately tried to suck in air amidst your sobs.

"Don't- don't ever fucking do anything like that ever again... please..."

"I- I didn't- I thought-" He sighed guiding your hands off of his face so he could look you in the eyes, "I thought it was the best choice. I- I wanted you to be able to live on without-"

"Don't you dare say what I think you're gonna say," you huff, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him close, "I don't think a life without you here is a life worth living at all."

"Hrk-" He sputters, "D-Don't say that! You-"

"I mean it! Now that I've gotten to see your stupid smile," you say, pulling back and squishing his cheeks, "I'm addicted and you're stuck with me."

"But- the fate of the world-!"

"The world can burn, I'm not letting any stupid deity who thinks they know what's right take you away from me, got it?"

He can't help but snort at that, a shocked chuckle bubbling up from his chest, "babe-"

"Ah-bu-bu," you interrupt, squishing his cheeks again, "do you got it?"

He sighs and rolls his eyes fondly, his voice muffled due to his squished cheeks, "yes, I've got it."

"Good," you say fondly, pressing a small kiss to his forehead, "now, call off from work for the next week because you owe me so many cuddles."

"Babe-!"

~

I'm unsure how well this turned out, but thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it!

[mrstsung]

Shang tsung imagine/blurb/hcs:

*note: after some kind words from a mutual. And fellow shang fan. I'm making something to cheer me up and if anyone else feels the same. I'm not gonna let my brain be mean to me. And keep doing what i love*

Cw: i guess maybe warnings of anxiety,mental illness,and or just brain being mean? Either way reader is feeling down. So shang tsung is helping reader cheer up. Angst,hurt comfort? Slightly spicy mention

Reader is technically gn

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Imagine:

You weren't feeling so well and you're sitting down by shang's island shoreline. You often come down to the beach to meditate or think. But usually you're accompanied by a guard or by shang,your lover, himself. But this time,you're alone. All with your thoughts,they ate at you. Doubt spilled into your mind as tears fell. Why must your brain hate you?

Shang was worried when he didn't see you come into the bed chambers you both shared. Usually you're not out this late. Let alone,outside the main palace. Perhaps you're at the private teahouse? Shang wondered.

*(To put perspective,i hc shang's main palace keep,where he lives and is the living quarters for him,his lover and his personal guards,warriors and servents. All of the others usually stay in a separate area and smaller buildings near the dock port. The palace gardens lead to a pathway leading down a staircase behind the main keep,where a beachside tea house is,shang uses this teahouse as a personal one. Instead of the ones used by kombatants during tournaments. This teahouse is secluded,quiet,and peaceful. It is a mix between Japanese,and Chinese architecture. The reason being is him and raiden often do business when discussing anything related to tournaments. Despite being rivals and sort of enemies. They are respectful of one another and often discuss things as would any master of the martial arts would or even as an emperor or lords of their respective domains. In short. They aint always barking at each others throats,so to have them in petty squabbles all the time is boring and pointless. Anyways. You often might come to this teahouse to get away so to speak.)*

Shang tsung got on his silk red robe. A garment that was decorated by images of dragons and Phoenixes. Etched in gold and yellow. The flame patterns danced along with shades of deep purple and indigo at its base. A fine clothing fit for a man such as he. Simple black slippers he wore as he stepped out the doors to the bed chambers. Into the garden. He followed the stone path through the gardens,enveloped in moonlight. It danced through the trees. The warm summer air,not too hot surprisingly despite being an island. But there had been rain recently,so it was much cooler,but not by much. There was sweet smells of flowers. Tropical hibiscus,Asian lilies,and little lotuses in the pond all filled the night air. Soft sounds of crickets,frogs and other nighttime summer creatures also sang. As shang tsung made his way to the staircase,he heard soft whimpers from below,at the bottom. He swiftly but carefully descended the stairs. As he got closer. He saw you on a large rock. Weeping. The rock was adjacent to the teahouse. He carefully approached you.

"My dear? What are these tears? Why are you out here by yourself this late in the hour? Is something wrong?"

Shang asked softly but in a concerned manner.

As you struggle to make eye contact. And in a small cracked voiced stated

"I just don't understand why you love me? Why would you choose to spare me? I'm not the best warrior,even with your training. I'm constantly worried,i second guess myself,I'm a mess,im not as beautiful/handsome as some people,im just so...meh,i feel like I'm not worthy of anything even kindness. I just don't get it. Besides you could find better I'm sure,a better person than boring,average me."

You lay your head back down on your crossed arms,over your legs you propped them upon. Still crying.

Shang was taken aback. Where did this come from?! His beloved? Doubtful of his love? Who would dare put those thoughts into your head!? But shang tsung thought about it. Perhaps it is not of another,but of a troubled mind. One filled with the anxieties and stresses and struggles of life itself. He walked over to you,first removing the slippers as not to track sand. Barefoot he walked on the warm sand. When he got to you he placed his hand under your head,lifted your chin with his fingers and spoke with the most earnest,soft,and loving voice.

"My dear sweet y/n. Why did i spare you? Simply because i chose to,i could have killed you,taken your soul,and that would be it. But i didn't. But in that choosing i found one of the most kindest of souls. A soul so genuine and true. And you never once tried to be anything but what you are. Your training has served you well,as you are alive aren't you? *chuckles* obviously the woes of kpmbat has not forsaken you yet? Why? Because you're warrior spirit isn't one of physical prowess. It is not of duty of honor. It is simply love. And love is the most powerful energy of all. Love for life,love for being,and the perseverance of it despite of the world around you. You study hard,love hard,and even play hard. You have the soul of a champion,regardless of frivolous titles given by gods. You are a beautiful soul. Inside and out. You worry of others before yourself,you always put others before you. Even when it's hard to. You stuck at my side,even when You had every right to leave. But here,you remain. I'm obviously doing something right my dear. I know that the dark clouds of your mind get to you,but they too will pass. And that beautiful bright glow from you will shine once again. Even now as i look at your tear soaked face,red,and all full of sorrow."

You couldn't help but giggle at that,he always knew exactly what to say.

Shang continues as he sits beside you,comforting you the best way that he could.

"My darling,i simply adore you,all of you. Even the messy parts as you said. Hell I'm messy myself, *chuckles* I'm a sorcerer of soul magic and dark arts after all. But even a devil such as i can appreciate a flower that blooms in adversity. It is the most beautiful,and the most colorful and bright. And no matter what your mind may tell you,your soul never lies. Just as you have been there for me,i will be there for you. And you are deserving just as much as any other. Even more so as I'm concerned. And you are already worthy. Words fail me to truly encapsulate how my heart feels for you. But what i adore the most is your company,simply put. I admire your presence,your existence is enough. But i prefer it more when you're filled with innocent wonder,joyful laughter,and full of life and love. A hunger for knowledge and a pursuit for purpose. Your strive for perfection isn't the way. What is, my love,is the strive to be better than you were yesterday. But if words are not enough to show you i indeed love you. Than perhaps this would suffice..."

Shang tsung then placed his hand upon your cheek,and kissed you passionately. With all the yearning and intensity that ached in his heart to soothe the storm in yours.

All melted away,no more worry,all doubt ceased. All that was. Was you and him. The sounds of the ocean waves crashing softly,the crickets nearby the paths end. All was calm. Your tears of sorrow turned to tears of joy. How silly you felt for doubting your lover shang,let alone yourself.

Of course he loved you. And he loved you in his own way. As did you.

You both sat and talked a few more hours in the teahouse over some tea. Laughing at old stories,on occasion making flirtatious comments,thus leading into a spicier moment. And you both fell asleep soundly in the teahouse.

By morning you awoke to being wrapped only in shangs silk robe.

He with just his silken pants and hair pulled back. Sat at the opening,doors slid open. The warm summer sun outside,hot but ocean air came through the teahouse so it was cool enough.

You just sat there admiring the view. Of both your lover,and the sea. You went over to sit next to him. And layed you head on his shoulder.

He kissed your forehead. And as you both gazed at the ocean. All of your troubles were gone,you were ready to take on anything the day offered you.

Shang helped make you stand proud and firm in who you are. And for shang? Well you get to see his softer side,not many get that chance. How lucky are you?

🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍

This was highly self indulgent. Sorry if it's longer than what i originally planned. But i got so sucked in as i was writing it.

Again no matter if others also self ship with shang, i know that my self ship is unique. And i gotta remind myself that and not be discouraged by this. And i love writing for him. And even if its very self indulgent.

I shouldn't be afraid to post my work. Even if one person likes it. Even if it gets zero recognition. I created something,and i need to remind myself. This is how i grow. Both as an artist and person. Those that matter don't mind,and those that mind dont matter,so to speak. And im glad that people do like my work. Even if its super self indulgent and specific at times.

Again sorry for rambles. Ugh.

Admin is in the feels ok?

I feel shang would want me to keep creating. And keep doing what i love. Him. Lol.

Anyways. I hope you like this. And i hope that this could cheer you up too if you're ever feeling down about yourself.

It helped me when writing it. <3

With love as always

🐍💚 -mrstsung

Hope y'all have a nice day/night.

[sorrowfulmuse]

i simply LOVED your smoke headcanons and i came to ask if you could also do some Syzoth headcanons with Mileena and Kitana's younger sister!

♡:: syzoth (reptile) x princess!reader

✩ i already had this written out and didn’t save my draft :(( anyways it i wanted to make this to feel like fall so imagine it’s autumn in edenia. please enjoy, remember to like and reblog!

�� syzoth and you..<3

• i wouldn’t say (i am going to say) he is obsessed with you (not in a weird way obliviously), obsessed as in that he LOVES everything about you

• ur older sisters were iffy about him at first (i’ll explain why soon) but the thing is that kitana would see that you share the same feelings towards syzoth & hates how you mope around when you’re not allowed to see him as often

• and she would be a little more sympathetic than mileena, so she would suggest syzoth to be your personal bodyguard during events or anything regarding leaving the temple (god bless her) since he showed he knows how to protect and handle himself in a battle (she still hasn’t gotten over their fight lol)

• it’s not that mileena doesn’t feel have any ill feelings towards syzoth but it’s just that YOURE the baby of the family, of course she’s gonna be extra protective of you!!

• anyways back to you n syzoth<3,

• he would most definitely share his culture with you and share stories of his family, childhood and so forth! he’s opening a new chapter of his life and it’s with you, of course he wants you to know everything about him like he wants to know everything about you

• i think he most favorite things about you is your flaws and your insecurities, like don’t get me wrong.. he doesn’t down play both of them but it’s just that you are so beautiful in his eyes, every detail he notices about you is what boosts his serotonin for you

• syzoth dotes on you every chance he gets when you finish your royal duties (because he misses being by you and just misses being in your company) your hand is CONSTANTLY held by his no matter what afterward

• syzoth knows it won’t be easy either.. trying to romance a royal and win the hearts of her citizens due to cultural and appearance differences but he loves you sm, that he’ll do anything for you

• anything? i mean ANYTHING, he even begged the chance to be worthy of your hand to your father and mother (ermac i believe) instead of going to your sisters because your parents approval means the absolute world not only to him but to you

• of course you didn’t know anything about this until ermac had brought up this in a conversation during a family meeting (and to say your older sisters weren’t happy.. is an understatement)

• of course your parents approved but having an ear beating by your sisters was worth it, not long after you immediately ran to syzoth about the good news!!!

• you both took it slow at first especially when it came to the public, always made sure your dates consisted only at night watching the beautiful lanterns light the lakes near you.

• "now, we have the rest of our lives together my flower. let’s make the most of it."

[msmk11]

Wish You Were Sober

Haymitch x gn!reader

WC: 1k

CW: booze, addiction, Haymitch is drunk (what else is new), a little fluff at the beginning, ANGSTY ENDING

Summary: We can't always get what we want

Day 15 of mk's mad dash

“I thought I’d find you here.”

Haymitch gives you a half smile, “You always know how to find me.”

“Or you’re just really predictable,” you tease, joining your blonde friend in the swaying long grass. It’s late and dark, but you’ve been here enough times that you could walk around blindly. 

“I think you’re just obsessed with me,” he says with a smirk. 

You shove Haymitch’s head gently, “You wish I was, you freak. God, so full of yourself.”

“But you love me.”

He tries to sound confident, but you can hear a hint of uncertainty in his tone nonetheless. It’s something you’ve always noticed about Haymitch- how even when he acts like he’s the most confident guy in the room, it’s only that- an act. It’s a mask that hides the insecurity buried underneath, brought about by an absent father and a tired mother pulled in one too many directions to be attentive. 

“You know I do…” you pause, “love you, I mean.”

There’s no cocky answer this time from the boy beside you. Suddenly, the air feels a lot heavier. The burden of what’s to come tomorrow- the reaping for the second Quarter Quell- weighs upon both of you like a boulder. This Quell’s twist? Double the number of tributes. The odds really weren’t in either of your favors. 

“I’m not making it out unscathed tomorrow,” Haymitch suddenly says quietly.

“Don’t say that,” you protest, tears already welling in your eyes, “You don’t know that. There’s tons of kids that could be reaped instead of you.”

The blonde looks at you so somberly, more serious than you’ve ever seen him before, “I just have this gut feeling, okay? I just know.”

Haymitch’s gut instincts are rarely wrong, so your tears begin to fall.

You rest your head on his shoulder, “Please be wrong. For once, please be wrong.”

As you cry into his shoulder, you feel your friend’s arm wrap around you and pull you into him closer. He rubs a comforting, circular pattern up and down your side and you take some deep breaths.

His hand stills, “Can you- can you do something for me?”

You look up at him softly.

“Will you kiss me?”

You’re a little dumbfounded, and the smirk that plays across his lips tells you he knows it too. 

“Can’t always get what we want,” you tease with a watery chuckle. 

But of course you can’t actually say no to Haymitch, so when he gently cups your jaw and pulls your lips to his, you don’t resist.

You open your eyes and stare out at the empty field stretching miles before you. You’re completely and utterly alone. Haymitch- your Haymitch- isn’t next to you or holding you or kissing you. That memory feels so faint and distant now, almost as if it never happened. But you know it did, and you hold it close to you dearly. It’s the only bit of hope you have left to cling onto. 

You’ve been gone long enough, and you know it’s time to return back to the village, as much as you don’t want to. So desperately you want to just go back home and crawl into your bed, returning to the peace of your beautiful dreams, but you know you can’t. You have things to do and a life to live- one that you can’t let pass by just because you favor your memories. 

The walk to the Victor’s Village is brisk and basically muscle memory at this point. You don’t bother knocking on Haymitch’s door because you know it’s already unlocked. He doesn’t bother with locks because, “who’d bother trying to attack a victor besides a peacekeeper?”

You slip your shoes off at the door out of habit, but it’s not like it really matters with how filthy the floors have become anyways. 

“Haymitch,” you yell out, shutting the door firmly, “where are you?”

You’re met with silence, as usual, so you make your way into the kitchen. He’s right where you’d left him yesterday, collapsed at the wooden table, asleep, open bottle of whiskey near his hand. You know better than to shake him awake because he will instinctually try and attack you, so you go over to the stove and bang together two pots. 

This does the trick and Haymitch jolts up, a stream of curses leaving his mouth. 

When he adjusts to consciousness, he looks over and glares at you, “what the hell was that for?”

You cross your arms and lean back against the stove, “You were out like a light Haymitch, and I’d rather keep my head, so banging around some pots was the best answer.”

“Could’ve just let me sleep, sweetheart,” he spits bitterly. 

You scoff, “Haymitch, it’s one in the afternoon, you need to get off your ass.”

“God you are such a nagger. You make up tenfold for all the years my parents neglected me.”

“Sorry I’m the only one who has stuck around to take care of you.”

Haymitch gets up and stalks towards you. He stands so close that you can smell the booze on his breath, “That’s cause fucking Snow killed everyone else, in case you forgot.”

“Not all your friends and neighbors, Haymitch. You pushed them away all by yourself.”

“You want a fucking trophy or something? Congratulations, you’ve wasted your life looking after a piece of shit, hopeless case who doesn’t give a fuck about you most of the time because he’s too drunk to care. Well done.”

Tears spring to your eyes at his confession. You already knew it, but to hear it out loud? It kills. 

Haymitch doesn’t love you anymore. 

What the fuck had you done with your life?

“You know what I want, Haymitch? I just want you to be happy. My biggest wish? I wish you were sober.”

Your lifelong best friend and the love of your life stands before you, suddenly looking more sober than you’ve seen him in a long time. 

“But I guess we can’t always get what we want.”

[gaiathemexicanbeauty]

"can you stay?"

(bingo challenge prompt #1 :D)

pairing: mk (monkie kid) x reader word count: 467 warnings: kinda suggestive if you squint! only one bed, sick reader, unrequited love, mk is crushing on you HARD

mk looks over at you, blankets wrapped around your figure and almost pleading eyes staring up at him. his heart jumps in his chest at that; why was the room so hot all of a sudden? there wasn't anything crazy about this, mk slept in the same bed with mei all the time without a hitch (if kicking mk in her sleep didn't count as a hitch). what was so different about this?

totally not because the idea of even touching your hand made mk daydream about you two sharing a domestic life or the smell of your shampoo in your hair when you got too close would make him think about you all day. not that. you blow your nose and break the silence, pouting softly as you look down at the tissue box on your lap. "you're right. i don't want you to get sick." you say with a sigh, making mk look at you with a start.

"i'll stay!" you look up at him now when he says that, his cheeks burning red and his gaze locking on anything but you; if you weren't so sick, you'd probably give him more of a hard time. "really? you don't mind?" you say with a weak smile, coughing as mk gives you a quick smile and nods. "you'd d-do the same for me, right?" he laughs nervously, swallowing thickly; why do you keep looking at him like you were almost in disbelief that he'd agree? with the moment of silence that settles, you take the chance to turn off the bedside lamp next to you; you don't even get to blink before mk is laying in bed, his back turned to you.

you smile to yourself at the sight of mk stiffly (although trying not to appear that way) laying next to you, humming softly as you poke him in the back. he jumps when you do that, peeking over his shoulder and instantly regretting it. you have that same look in your eyes, tempting him to come closer. he doesn't have to ask what you want, turning to face you and closing his eyes in an attempt to calm down his heart that was practically soaring out of his chest. you waste no time in wrapping yourself around him, one of your legs hooking over his and your arms around torso. you giggle at the full body shiver from him when you bury your face in his neck, your nose brushing the skin where his neck and shoulder meets.

"mk?" he doesn't respond, his breath unsteady and his heart not calming down for even a second. his hands find your waist uncertainly, shaky but not undetermined to pull you closer. you smile before finally letting yourself drift into sleep to the sound of mk's heartbeat.

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i can't remember the last time i wrote something for monkie kid, i miss the show SOOOO MUCHHH

ANYWHO thank you all for reading this :3 it feels so goo to start writing again after a good while of really only writing academic papers, its a nice practice to keep up my creativity!

the next prompt:

"what makes you think you can..?"

PSSTT here's the link to the bingo masterlist to find all the prompts in one spot ;3

[mitskicodedwukong]

✨ REDSON, SIX-EARED MACAQUE, & SUN WUKONG WITH AN ADHD S/O ✨

» three-thirty (AJR) « 0:45 ─〇───── 4:07

╔⏤⏤⏤⏤╝🍑╚⏤⏤⏤⏤╗ AUTHOR'S NOTE ╚⏤⏤⏤⏤╗🍑╔⏤⏤⏤╝ ➤ This is reposted from my old account, @nothyenlowz :3 ➤ These are headcanons. ➤ This is romantic. ➤ Reader is afab & uses she/her! ➤ I don't think I went as in depth as I could have been I still hope it's accurate and you enjoy it! ➤ TRIGGER WARNINGS include profanity, a little bit of angst, and minor violence. ➤ Word count: 1,361

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❝ You wanna skip it if it's wordy, but fit the whole song in three-thirty .❞

╔⏤⏤⏤⏤╝╚⏤⏤⏤⏤╗ REDSON 🔥 ╚⏤⏤⏤⏤╗╔⏤⏤⏤⏤╝

➤ before he finds out you have ADHD, i imagine he's confused by your behavior at best and frustrated by it at worst.

➤ your daydreaming and procrastination can be annoying for him, someone who's always about work, work, work. when you're talking to him about your fixations, he gets irritated because either he 1.) has no idea what you're talking about or 2.) thinks you're making fun of him since he often rambles about his inventions in a similar manner.

➤ he just doesn't understand why you're doing those things and neither do you. it causes a lot of struggles for you both initially, leading to shit communication and hurt feelings.

➤ when you're finally diagnosed, redson listens very closely. now your quirks are starting to make sense, but you still don't have as much information as he'd like. he researches ADHD in AFAB people rather meticulously on his own time (sometimes interrupted by his own anger at the lacking information for females), and by the end of it, he has a much improved understanding.

➤ and boy does he feel shitty. hindsight is 20/20 or something.

➤ the idea that he blew up at you for things out of your control makes him feel ashamed, especially when some of those things (like info-dumping) are signs of affection. so you don't see him for a while, partially due to some unhealthy self-punishment on his end, and also because he's trying to come up with a solution—that being a way to make it up to you, of course, not "fix" you.

➤ when redson stops avoiding you, he takes you out on a date with all your favorite activities and thoroughly apologizes to you. he promises to adjust his behavior to accommodate and support you.

➤ (which might have made you cry, considering you've always been treated like you're the problem.)

➤ true to his word, redson changes a lot. he leaves little notes for you as reminders, sets alarms for you, helps you finish or do tasks you don't have the energy for, etc. he even starts prompting info-dumping, reading up on the source material so he can ask questions.

➤ he also does his very best to educate himself on masking and burnout so he can a.) keep you from going there or b.) recognize the signs when you are there and help you. i like to imagine he made a sensory room for you that has all your favorite things and you can just go there to chill and unwind.

➤ he's also super protective over you. if people make fun of your stims, say you talk a lot, undermine your sensory issues, etc., he will DESTROY them. no way in hell is he letting you be disrespected like that. verbal smackdown, here we come.

➤ ultimately, it's a learning process. but it's one he's more than willing to thoroughly explore for you.

╔⏤⏤⏤⏤⏤╝╚⏤⏤⏤⏤⏤╗ SIX-EARED MACAQUE 🔮 ╚⏤⏤⏤⏤⏤╗╔⏤⏤⏤⏤⏤╝

➤ HONESTLY i headcanon macaque as autistic, so i feel like he had a feeling that you were ADHD before you did.

➤ probably made jokes like "it's the ADHD lol" for certain behaviors until you decided to do some research on it and were like "🧍‍♂️ yeah so—"

➤ not surprised at all when you're diagnosed, obviously. he uses the opportunity to show you coping mechanisms he's learned (though some have to be tweaked for your needs since autism isn't ADHD), and even begins to unmask more around you (which was inevitable anyway tbh, but it's easier now that he doesn't feel so different from you).

➤ since macaque thrives under routine/structure, he often handles reminders. he also keeps you on track, verbally and physically, if you have things to do. ALSO is super on you about eating, since he likes cooking.

➤ macaque's experienced dozens of burnouts in his long life, so he knows how awful they are. he can sniff out a burnout a mile away so i'd like to think that you don't experience many while with him because he's really good at pacing the both of you/being aware of your emotional and mental state. the dojo's pretty chill like 90% of the time due to his own sensory issues so it's a good place to unwind and relax.

➤ you guys have picked up so many phrases from each other. he'll be working on a script for a shadow play while you're cleaning and he'll just hear you laugh and go, "wow, didn't see that one comin'." it definitely flusters him that he's included in your echolalia.

➤ macaque rambles to you about theatrical pieces from various cultures. if you introduce him to new ones, tell him something he doesn't know about a piece he's already familiar with, etc. he'll kiss you istg. anyway this is to say the feeling is mutual and he probably ends up getting into some of the media/hobbies you tell him about!

➤ you guys mutually bully each other lmao. you'll be trying to do some work, get to talking to him about whatever comes to you, and then suddenly it's three hours later. you're like "FUCK" and he just laughs at you (you get him back, of course, and it's all in good fun).

➤ he barely thinks beating anyone who talks shit about you is an overreaction, but if you don't like it then you'll just have a clone stick around in your shadow or something to scare the shit out of anyone who decides to open their mouth to you.

➤ in summary, macaque is very helpful and teaches you coping skills when it comes to sensory issues + overload.

╔⏤⏤⏤⏤╝❀╚⏤⏤⏤⏤╗ SUN WUKONG 🍑 ╚⏤⏤⏤⏤╗❀╔⏤⏤⏤⏤╝

➤ first off, i headcanon Wukong as ADHD, too.

➤ with that said, i feel like Wukong just... assumed you knew you were ADHD and rolled with it.

➤ like you guys constantly quoted/repeated each other/shows and stimmed at/with each other. you'd get in loops. you'd adapt each other's phrases/stims. neurotypicals don't do that.

➤ it's genuinely amusing thinking about you two just repeating the same things at each other. it's such a serotonin boost and it makes you both laugh. same for when you stim together, especially hand-flapping and jumping up and down.

➤ you're both trash at remembering stuff but fortunately you seem to have an awful lot of capacity for the other—meaning you remind wukong he has a session with MK today because he forgot, and he reminds you that you agreed to make noodles with pigsy today because you forgot.

➤ i don't think remembering to eat or drink is a big problem for you, since wukong is a big comfort eater and shares his snacks with you so you kinda just... roll with it lol.

➤ wukong has a bunch of homemade stim tools. once he sees that you're interested, he makes some more for you. even after your diagnosis, you don't try "professionally" made stim toys—you just don't need them when wukong's work so well.

➤ you guys spend hours talking about your interests, ping-ponging off each other. like: "OH, did you know x?" "NO, but did you hear about x?" x1000.

➤ you guys also bully each other. "Hey Great Sage you forgot do the dishes again, you crusty bitch"; "says the dumbass who started folding laundry and then did a fashion show with the monkeys".

➤ like macaque, wukong's had his fair share of burnouts. unfortunately, he's not super good at preventing them or even realizing he's in them until it's been a few months, but you guys take care of each other if the other is struggling. you're also very aware of the other's limits so if one of you is pushing it, you can help each other step back.

➤ wukong learned a great deal of patience and mercy from his journey, so people being unkind to him doesn't really bother him. plus, he barely leaves his mountain as is—but if one of those times, someone doesn't to be a dick while you're stimming or something? best case scenario, he has some very choice words—worst case scenario, bro's taking it upon himself to remind the public why you should be more considerate of who you're snarking to.

➤ basically, nothing changes after you get diagnosed lol. you and wukong are very happy ADHD gremlins who are celebrating your neurodivergency :)

❝ I thought I had the ADHD, but that's a real thing (and I'm just lazy) .❞

[heavenlyvision]

grinding on syzoth pairing: syzoth/reader wc: 600 warnings: smut, grinding, p in v penetration, creampie, afab!reader, no use of pronouns or y/n a/n; i can't stop thinking about him right now, i'm so sorry (no i'm not). this is short and i have so much more to say but i have to revise for my exam tomorrow and then sleep LMAO,,,, enjoy :P MDNI | SMUT UNDER CUT

⟢ sitting in Syzoth’s lap, lips trailing along his neck and cheeks, kissing him everywhere you can reach but never his lips, leaving small marks in his sensitive skin, your own buzzing with how he sighs and hums at the feel of your teeth lightly grazing him. ⟢ slightly grinding down into him, teasing him, never giving him enough pressure to feel any kind of relief, his hands digging into the skin of your hips, leaving indents of his nails behind, his grip tightening the longer you lick and bite at him without giving him the pleasure he’s silently begging for ⟢ your lips moving to brush against his but not kissing him, moving back when he leans in, your breaths huffed and intermingling as both your arousals spike ⟢ finally, you kiss him just as he’s about to ask for something, your tongue in his mouth, exploring him, licking at him ⟢ his frustration with your teasing hitting a peak as he kisses you back fervently, sucking on your tongue as he pulls back, his hands no longer idly holding but pulling you down into him, dragging your weight back and forth on his clothed cock ⟢ his eyes getting hazy when he’s finally feeling the stimulation he craved, head lulling on his shoulders, gaze glazed over and heated as he watches how you let him move you how he needs ⟢ you assist his movements, not fighting it, giving into him, enjoying the pleasured look on his face too much to take this away from him now ⟢ the longer he pushes you down into him the more annoyed he gets with all the clothes in the way, he ends up tearing your clothes off of you in his frustration, leaving you naked in his lap ⟢ he hastily pulls out his cock, needing to feel how slick you are for him, needing the heat of your cunt rutting up and down his length, he doesn’t fuck you open, enjoying the languid back and forth of your pussy rocking on his dick ⟢ his expression becoming more fucked out like this, feeling how your cunt drools on him has him fighting to watch the scene unfold, eyes wanting to roll back in his head ⟢ he gets increasingly more desperate, his hands on you quickening your pace, grinding you down into him as he thrusts his hips up, his heavy dick dragging through your folds and catching on your clit has your thighs shaking ⟢ the sounds he pulls from you making him hiss, his mind running a million miles a second, thinking of how much more vocal he could get you to be for him, how much he enjoys having you on top of him, how warm your skin is and how he always wants to be touching you ⟢ just as you’re both teetering on the edge, he fucks inside you, carefully, trying not to hurt you but his size not really making that possible, with how wet everything is though, the ache is dulled, that and the feeling of being so full outweighing the sting of taking him ⟢ he grinds up into you as he drags you down, your clit rubbing into his pelvis, the stimulation making you go cross eyed ⟢ it doesn’t take either of you long to finish, his dick jerking and twitching inside you as he dumps his cum deep inside your pussy ⟢ small animalistic sounds pour from him as he keeps pulling you down into him, your cunt spasming from your orgasm and the overstimulation, only able to make small, whimpered sounds at him in protest ⟢ he wraps you in his arms and holds you close, whispering to you about how good you did and how perfect you are ⟢ his whole body envelops yours; he’s revelling in the heat pouring off your skin, never wanting to part from you

[aweina]

smoke will shyly yet lovingly call you mistress but will begrudgingly call bi-han grandmaster because he’s a complete ass to him.

[n3ptoonz]

That's great! Takeda is my absolute favorite in MK, he's been my main in X and he's going to be my main now.

Can I ask for MK1 Takeda being shirtless in front of his girlfriend for the first time and she's really impressed by his irezumi and wants to reassure him about it? whenever you feel like it thx <3

Also, on this topic, I feel like MK1 Takeda definitely has full-body irezumi. Kenshi's only got them on his arms but Takeda has it on his legs and backside too

i like the way you think nonnie 🤭‼️

f!reader reacting to shirtless takeda for the first time blurb

no warnings, established relationship, reassurance; full-body irezumi mentioned, treating his wounds after he fights, idc that he's different in this timeline he's still my bbg.

he's so gorgeous bro

takeda stumbled into your house, disheveled and beat up yet still managing to give a small smile in your presence. as if that would make you worry any less. you're used to this though. he gets into some sort of trouble, absolutely whoops ass (usually), then somehow finds his way back.

he had injuries around his ribs and lower back so he really had no other choice but to take his armor and tank top off. he was a little reluctant to but after a few seconds he stripped his top half bare, awaiting how you react to the smooth patterned ink on his skin. "Wow." was the first word that came out your mouth. "Cool isn't it?" he said in a quieter voice, trying to mask that he thinks you'll have a bad reaction.

obviously you wouldn't though! him being a former yakuza was something he told you later on in the relationship. you nodded in silence still admiring him. you rounded to his back, littered with scars and even more intricate ink. "Cool isn't even the word." you breathed out. "This is amazing..." which was like a breath of fresh air for him after hearing you verbalize it.

after you treated his ribs and lower back, then came his thighs. this time he eagerly removed the bottom half of his armor to show you the rest of his irezumi, leaving him now in literally just his boxers and a little cold. one look at your returned look of awe made him so happy. even have him an ego boost.

neither of you thought that you'd be sitting for hours after patching him up listening to stories upon stories, how long the tattooing process was, and the history of the irezumi too. nobody has ever seen or heard takeda talk this much!