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iovesia · 1 year

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IN THIS DARKNESS.

❥⠀masterlist. ⠀:⠀ ( keanu reeves masterlist. & gif credit. )

synopsis : sfw & nsfw dating john wick headcanons.

warnings: fluff. breaking up. angst. smut. canon typical violence.

pairings : john wick 𝒙 fem!reader.

josie’s note .⁺ ˖ ⌒ holy fuckkkk, the new john wick movie ignited something in me. i was straight up biting my lip off in the movie theater. enjoy these little headcanons while i try to come up with an actual fic. your media consumption is your own responsibility, read the warnings and enjoy! — reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated !! ♡

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SFW.

Number #1 Gentleman™. Outside of his profession, he’s quite literally the nicest guy you’ll ever meet, and he'll really try to woo you when you first start dating.

Like, holding the door open for you, carrying your bags, giving you his jacket when you’re cold, paying for dinners, and even buying you expensive gifts.

This man is 100% loaded. Expect him to be buying you all kinds of trinkets and gifts. Whenever he notices you staring at something, or briefly mentions something, he’ll remember it forever.

John is super observational, he notices all the little things. His quietness (and lowkey awkwardness) make him an amazing listener. Because he lives such a chaotic life, in contrast to the one with you— he loves to listen to you ramble about everyday shenanigans.

He has a dry ass sense of humor.

Pet names consist of: sweet girl, and honey. He's a little old-timey like that.

Super protective over you. Like, second shadow level protective— man will not let you out of his sight. He's lost so much in his life, and after Helen, he just can't stand the thought of ever losing you.

While he would try to stay out of fights when he's around you, he'd wouldn't take shit from anyone who tried something with you. He's John Wick after all, so trust that he'd kick their ass.

Not a fan of PDA, and gets a little awkward about it in the early days of your relationship. Growing up in the Ruska Roma, physical affection wasn't exactly number one priority. So he's a little surprised (and touch-starved) when he notices how clingy you are.

Always walking his his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. Random sidenote, but I headcanon that John is warm all the time. Mans is a walking furnace.

You spend all your nights tangled in each others arms. He's always the big spoon, letting you rest your head against his chest and listening to his heartbeat as he encapsulates you with his strong arms.

John loves having you sit in his lap. The two of you could spend hours together, even if it was in silence, just enjoying each others loving embrace.

You end up getting a dog together, and you constantly tease John for his terrible choice in names.

"John, c'mon, don't be boring!" You giggle as you kneel down, rubbing the cheeks of the cutest pit bull you've ever seen. "We can't name the dog, Dog."

"You have any better ideas?" John smirks, kneeling down next to you, pressing his lips to the side of your head.

It'll take a while before he talks about his past and profession with you. He doesn't want to inadvertently drag you into his life of crime, and put you in any danger.

But, soon enough, the walls will lower and he'll let his guard down. John will confess secrets about himself, bit by bit.

It'll be on a random night, when you start tracing his tattoos with your finger. In a quiet whisper, you'll ask him what the one on his back means.

"Fortune favors the bold," he whispers with a raspy voice, his thumb rubbing your forearm, as you lean your head into the crook of his neck. "I got it when I was younger."

You always ask him to teach you some moves, and he's happy to do so, under the guise that it's for self-defense (and not at all that his muscles and figure look amazing when he's doing martial arts).

He can only keep running from the assassin life for so long, until it eventually comes to bite him in the ass. So to protect you, he forces himself to break up with you.

John, unfortunately, carries a large sense of self-loathing. He thinks and knows he doesn't deserve you. For the heinous things, he's done, he knew it was too good to be true.

You cry, and beg him to explain why he's doing this. But, in true John nature, he holds himself together and presses a soft kiss to your forehead before walking out.

You don't see him crumbling, and breaking down as he shuts the door behind him.

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NSFW.

Size kink. Size kink. Size. Kink.

John is 6'1, so you'll be climbing this man like a tree.

He loves how big his hands look, when he presses your wrists down on the bed, or when he grabs a handful of your breast.

Missionary position is his favorite. He loves the intimacy, and being as close to you as physically possible.

You wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him in closer as he leaves several hickeys along your collarbone— Lord, he can't get enough of it.

Corruption kink, I can't lie.

He's a big, scary, assassin— and his moral integrity is a little murky. John almost gets off on the idea of slowly corrupting you, and turning you into his dirty girl.

He is hung. That's all I have to say.

Again, super possessive. Do not ask him to share, he will shut that down.

For someone who never talks, he's suddenly dirty talking in your ear the whole time. His lips pressed against your ear, mumbling all kinds of things that make your cheeks burn.

"Hmm, what was that?" He hums, sending vibrations through your body. "Tell me what you want, sweet girl."

Breeding kink.

Not fully for the reason of wanting kids (although, he'd love to start a family with you and really settle down), but again for the intimacy.

He loves to mark you with his cum, another result of his total possessive protectiveness of you. You don't miss the way his eyes darken when he empties inside you, watching as it comes pouring out.

#john wick x reader #john wick imagine #john wick chapter 4 #john wick #keanu reeves x reader #keanu reeves imagine #keanu reeves #john wick 4 #jw4

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pparadiselost · 2 months

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your noa fanfic drove me crazy there is nothing i wouldn't do for you to write about ego 🧎

actaeon.

ego jinpachi x fem reader ego sets up the perfect trap to make you undeniably his. warning(s): nsfw, noncon, being filmed without consent, exhibitionism minors do not interact. author's note: hello there! thank you so much for sending in a request!! this one... got a little out of hand and gnarly, so if you'd prefer that i write a fic without the dark content, please shoot me another ask and i'll happily write up another fic for you!! (ノ*°▽°*)

ego jinpachi is distinctly aware of who he is as a person, and he’s distinctly aware of the privileges that come with his odd place as the coach of the blue lock project. he’s sworn under some legal masquerade to use his power only for the betterment of soccer’s future, as if anything other than his obsession with the sport flows inside his veins.

he knows his place as a heretic. he’s an outcast always looking in: the director but never the star, the god but never the devotee, the abyss but never the light. he’s seen the way people distances themselves away from him, be it anri or even veterans like noel. ego is perfectly content playing the role he does. his crazed behavior brings the end, and in his worldview, the ends always justify the means.

but that doesn’t mean he can’t enjoy the unforeseen pleasures that spring up along the thorny path. he’s a free man now, and he has the world at his disposal. fortune favors the bold, but happiness favors the hedons.

“you’re so sloppy,” he drawls in that condescending voice of his. if it weren’t for the slight edge to it, you would think it sounded robotic. his long cock is buried deep into you as you squirm in his lap, and his long arms hold you flush and captive against his chest.

you’re faced with the horrifying sight of every single one of ego’s giant monitors lit up, each one displaying you. they’re all relatively innocent moments from your life. you’re eating breakfast in one, scrolling through your phone on the other, paging through a book you picked up in another… things that, creepy as they may be, are candid snapshots of your average life.

except for the singular monitor facing center stage, seeming to mock you. you watch, stricken with fear, as the video plays a recording of you stuffing your fingers in your cunt, your pussy stretched out unmistakably on display. ego grins devilishly, and he thrusts in rhythm with the video of you masturbating.

“n-no… don’t do this to me-,” you squeak out. you need to clear your mind, need to speak reason into him, need to persuade him to get rid of these clips and to quit using all the cameras in the building for ill, and yet with his cock sliding in and out of you, it’s impossible for you to get any of your priorities straight. “d-don’t thrust into me like that-!”

“but you like it. you like it when i fuck you to a video of you getting off,” he giggles. you don’t need to be looking at him to envision the crazed gleam he’s bound to have in his eyes. you hate how much your pussy flutters and stretches around his cock, your juices making you gush every time you sink back down onto his lap.

his hands tweak at your nipples, and he pinches your hardened buds in rhythm with the video. every time your fingertips swirl at your sticky clit, he moves his hands accordingly. pleasure courses in hot flashes across your vision and your cunt, and your hips move lewdly on your own, against your better judgment.

“feels good, doesn’t it?” he chuckles behind you. his voice sounds high-pitched and crazed, like he’s a schoolboy going crazy over a scrap of attention from his crush. you should be disgusted, you should be scared, and yet with each inch of his long cock that pushes in and out of your squeezing pussy, your mind threatens to go dangerously blank.

you shake your head weakly. sparks of heat and pleasure light up inside your brain. the dull stretch inside of your walls has your stomach doing backflips, his cockhead prodding deliciously at all of your deepest parts. “no- not you- you can’t do anything to me-”

he clicks his tongue, and when your head slumps against your chest, trying to retain your sanity by looking away from all the lewd videos of you he’s hoarded, he hisses as if you’ve scorned him. he grabs your face harshly, long and calloused fingers digging into the flesh of your face and neck, and he wrenches your eyes upwards so that you can’t look away from the screen.

you hate it. your vision blurs when tears glaze over your eyes, but that can’t save you from the video. your legs are spread shamelessly open, your drenched pussy fully out on view as you toy with yourself. your face is twisted into a clear moan, lips parted as you gasp and cry out in pleasure, fingers buried deep inside of your cunt. your juices drool generously out of your clenching hole, and your thighs quiver uncontrollably as you masturbate.

“see? i have all of this and more,” ego murmurs. the glee in his tone is unmistakable. “i know how you like to touch yourself, how you like to be fucked. it’s cute that you think you can hide anything from me. you’re more feisty than you let on, aren’t you?”

he thrusts harshly up into you, his heavy balls slapping up against your clit. you barely bite back a strangled cry, electric sparks springing up inside of your chest. something tight pulls at your core, heat swirling like a slow whirlpool. you grit your teeth, and your breathing grows shallows. the friction of his cock rubbing into your gummy walls feels sinfully good, and his almost inhuman length makes it ridiculously easy for his tip to ghost over all of your sensitive parts.

it’s a lethal combination. his dick is just as long and tall as the rest of him is, not too thick but so long and enough to fill you up perfectly. each pump of his cock into you has you seeing stars, your nerves twitching and collapsing under the mounting pressure inside of your pussy. maybe it’s that, but maybe it’s also all the time he’s spent in the shadows, learning every inch of your body through the illicit videos and streams he’s collected of you, memorizing every quirk, every kink you have, making sure he knows by heart the best way to get you to crumble under his touch.

he was a feral beast that had been lying in wait, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce. all you needed to do was to let your guard down for a split second, and he took full advantage of it to expose every single one of your weaknesses.

“don’t your worry. i’ll prove to you that i mean everything i say. there’s nothing i hate more than someone that can’t live up to their bragging. results… results are the only things that matter in this world—,” his sick laughter snaps you back out of your grief, “—even if that means making you cum until you’re a fucked out mess.”

he grips at your thighs, spreading your legs open a bit further in his lap so he can fuck his cock even deeper into you. your head feels heavy, a loaded scream locked in your throat when his tip starts fucking into your deep spots. you swear he’s hitting at your cervix, his cockhead trying to pry the entrance to your womb open so he can defile you thoroughly. you wouldn’t put it past him; ego was never the kind of guy to be satisfied with only doing the job halfway. it was always all or nothing with him.

pleasure consumes you from the inside out, his length stretching you out obscenely. your tight walls were massaging him so expertly, and ego can almost delude himself into believing that your cunt was made just to fit around his dick. you were made for him, made to be his perfect mate, and all the times he spent pleasuring himself to the illicit videos he took of you couldn’t even come close to actually getting his paws all over you.

“right here, isn’t it?” he thrusts up harshly into you, and you jerk back against his chest when heat slams down onto your skin. he’s abusing your g-spot, relentlessly bullying your sweet spots. helpess cries escape from you unwillingly as he fucks into you at his pace, his thrusts too sharp and too quick for you to relax into it, but your brain eagerly soaks up the friction. your cunt is begging for cock, wanting the addictive feeling of being filled up disrespectfully like you were just some loose toy, keeping you at constant odds with your shattered rationale.

ego giggles in your ear, and you know his words are right. he does genuinely have you struggling futilely in the palm of his hand. you’re overwhelmed by all of the sensations around you: the haunting image of your fingers stuffed in your pussy flickering behind your eyes like a mocking vision. your hole was unknowingly milking him over and over, the shame and embarrassment of having to watch yourself fingering yourself while getting fucked making your pussy fall victim to all of the confusing pleasures.

“i can feel you getting tighter and tighter. i’m making you feel good,” he mocks you. his hands keep squeezing at your boobs, mesmerized by the soft flesh of your chest. his balls slap up against your skin, just waiting to spill his seed into your pussy and make you his forever. he sounds so pleased with himself. “you love to act like you’re all high and mighty, but we’re the same, you and i. it’s why i think you’re perfect for me. you’re just as dirty, just as much of a freak, and it’s my job to make sure you know that.”

tightness flares in your gut as if it’s mocking you. you don’t want to cum, don’t want to break that final boundary, don’t want to admit to yourself that you’re fully getting off of being manhandled and disgraced like this. but your body was never yours this entire time, and whatever madness possesses you right now only cares about the long dick sliding in and out of you.

“are you gonna cum? you’re gonna cum, aren’t you? filthy girl.” he twists your nipples harshly as if to emphasize his last few words. you feel so heavy and so weak all at once, broken down bit by bit and torn apart like a sheet of paper. how could you even dream of fighting back? you grit your teeth, not wanting to think about the frothy ring of ivory forming at the base of his cock, where your entrance is enticingly stretched out. “cumming from having a guy like me defile you… cumming from getting fucked while i play a video of you playing with yourself… filthy, filthy girl.”

tears had dotted over your vision a long time ago, and this was already a battle for you to lose the moment you got roped into his trap. your pride grips at your mind one last time, and you flex your thighs, wishing yourself the strength to forgive yourself when the worst of this would be over. even if intuitively, you knew that this was nothing more than the beginning to a wretched, wicked fall from grace, you wanted to take what little your remaining sanity could afford you.

you muster up the firmest voice you can. “you’re the absolute worst- you’re the scummiest man i know!”the lanky man simply laughs again, unaffected by your hurled insults. “oh, please. you’re just too predictable? you think i don’t know that? you think i wouldn’t consider myself scummy and awful after i’ve filmed you for so long in secret? what a stupid whore you are. it’s a good thing you have that pretty body of yours. otherwise, you’d really be nothing more than an unsalvageable excuse for a human being. naïve, gullible, all too easy for me to take advantage of…”

he pauses for a moment, and he leans in. horror settles in your psyche again when you can feel his hot breath fanning over the curve of your ear, and he presses a sickeningly gentle kiss right behind your ear.

“and if i’m the scummy one,” he murmurs contemplatively, “what does that make you? you’re the one getting off on it. you say you’re not, but your body doesn’t lie to me. i can feel every little fucking thing that slutty pussy of yours is doing whenever i fuck myself into you.”

your stomach twists, painfully and needily, and your legs shake as his cockhead keeps ramming into your sweet spot. his tip bullies you right where you like it most, and your vision glazes over, threatening to go hazy and leave you at the mercy of this terrible man. you’re gonna cum—you can feel it. you can feel the heat building up inside of your core, the depraved tension just about to break.

you clench your eyes shut and brace yourself. your walls are greedily sucking onto his length, the wet noises of your bodies coming together echoing across the room. your toes curl as the pleasure overtakes your mind, and it feels like a second pulse is forming in your cunt, your body no longer willing to listen to you.

you grit your teeth and throw your head back against ego’s shoulder, much to his delight. “...nngh-!”

your pussy clamps down on his cock, milking him with all it has. it feels like something deep inside your stomach is exploding, and heat grips you all over. your nerves all feel as if they’ve been lit on fire. pleasure floods your brain as your pussy quivers and throbs. you hate that it feels good, a pleasure so blinding that your vision spins and it feels like you’re losing your center of gravity. any lingering strength escapes from your body as you shamelessly orgasm all over the cock that’s stuffed deep inside you, your walls fluttering all around his length and drooling around it as if it's the most delicious thing your cunt has felt.

even as your high consumes you entirely, ego continues to fuck his hips upwards into you, threatening to break your body in half over his dick. you let out an incoherent cry, thrashing weakly against his frame. “n-nooo… d-don’t…!”

he laughs, his voice raspy and evil. “you came, didn’t you? don’t fucking lie to me. i told you i can feel everything, can’t i? that pretty little pussy of yours came from getting fucked by my cock. and to think you were going on and on about how you hated me that much… you’re not above getting dicked down, are you now? that’s what i thought… you really do look the prettiest when you’ve been fucked out like this.”

you don’t even have it in yourself to fight back against him. his cock weighs heavy inside of you, still thrusting rapidly into you despite the overstimulation that starts to claw at your weary insides. it’s too much; he’s moving too much at his own peace without any consideration as to whether or not you can fully keep up. but you don’t have any remaining fight to do anything to defend yourself, and it’s all you can do to even keep your head upright as he pistons his hips into you as if you’re his personal sex toy.

he twitches dangerously inside you, savoring the newfound tightness of your walls from fucking you straight through your orgasm. you’re sobbing softly, unable to form full thoughts and just crying out, praying that this whole thing will stop soon so you can tend to whatever remnants of your shattered psyche you can salvage. he’s close too: you can feel the way his cock throbs and shudders inside of you as he drags his inches in and out, the way his balls tense up against the curve of your ass, his ragged breathing and his muttered threats of stuffing your cunt up so full with his cum that not even contraception can save you from being marked inside and out by him.

you brace yourself. it should be over once he’s done having his fun with you.

but instead, he pauses. you peel your eyelids open at the sudden stop, and you gasp when he leans forward in the seat he has you trapped in between. he’s still buried deep inside you, his cockhead pressed up dangerously against the entrance to your womb, but he reaches for the controls of his monitor.

you know better than to think he has anything good in mind by reaching for his technology. but ego is faster, smarter, in all ways better at thinking a step ahead of you, and after pressing a button, he quickly traps you in between his long limbs to keep you from moving. you whimper pathetically, your legs spread out to reveal your stretched out cunt being continuously speared on his dick.

“shhhh,” he chuckles, the maniacal gleam in his eyes twinkling with an unmatched madness. horror swirls again inside of your gut when you hear the mechanic whirring of a camera, and your fears are confirmed when the giant camera lens atop his many desktop monitors swings towards the two of you, seemingly focusing straight onto your fucked out, restrained form, getting fucked out helpessly like some scene straight out of a porno.

in another move of faux affection, he kisses the shell of your ear. “letting you get off with only getting creampied is too predictable, don’t you agree? just you wait, my filthy girl… in a few seconds, that camera is going to display everything we’re doing to the entire facility… those hungry, hungry boys are going to see you bouncing up and down on my cock, and they’re going to see every second of me filling up that little hole of yours with my cum.”

you don’t want to accept this ridiculous truth. this has to be a bad dream, a manifestation of your nightmares that you just can’t wake up from, and yet the painful aches at your thighs and inside your pussy tell you otherwise. this is the reality you’re trapped in, and you can’t run away from it.

“you’ll be all mine forever,” ego whispers as the cameras buzz to life, sealing your fate entirely. “i just have to make sure the entire world knows it.”

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#blue lock #blue lock x reader #blue lock smut #bllk #bllk x reader #bllk smut #jinpachi ego #x reader #fem reader #my writing

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shotmrmiller · 1 month

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expanding on the konig ask // it turned a bit nsfw sorry

könig would mistake your simple kindness as a crush.

he'd been slightly startled when you gently rapped on his office door to ask him if he wanted a cup of warm caffeine before breakfast since you're already getting one for yourself. (he hasn't a clue that horangi had practically begged for one too.)

then was the one time you'd offered to stitch the tear in his hood. he'd sputtered, completely taken aback by how brazen you'd been. "nein." he'd stiffly walked away apple-cheeked; hands balled into fists in his pockets. (no one knows how to sew for shit, you're the team medic of both bodies and clothing.)

then you bring him an apple pastry. the pencil (könig, please. we are in 2k24 use a pen) snaps in his hand when you choke out, "apfel strudel". his mother tongue rolling off of yours is truly too much and when you leave, he fists himself under his desk with the butchered words echoing inside his head. shame roils in his gut after— post-nut clarity hitting like nothing else— and with a snarl, he wipes the thick cum off of his hand on his pants while using the other to eat the treat that you so kindly baked for him. (the pastry was cold and made of tart green apples which he's hated since he was a lad.)

and now, with your head resting on his padded shoulder, dozing off. his tongue is tied in a knot and there's a lump in his throat because no one's ever really dared to be so forward with him. not only is he a walking pussy deterrent— what with his height and creepy, blank stare— but he's also a colonel; your superior. he can only have him under you in one way and that's under his command. so he makes his choice. once the helo lands back at base, könig taps the side of your helmet with his finger and mutedly asks you to meet him in his office.

"i am flattered, ja? but you must cease this behavior."

"sir?"

he clenches his jaw, crooked teeth gnashing together in determination. he won't let your pretty, round face deter him from his duty to his country, the team, nor you. it simply wouldn't be fair. he's your leader so it's up to him to put a stop to this. könig refuses to acknowledge the look of disappointment on your face. (delusional. you look confused because you literally have no idea what he's talking about.)

"the food—"

"you didn't like it? the apfel strudel?" he chokes on his spit when you say it and turns around to pound at his chest. he doesn't hear how you had told fender to not order that dessert. 'just because it's austrian doesn't mean the colonel will like it.'

he's fortunate to have such a tall backrest on his office chair because his cock is already at half-mast and your dulcet voice reverberating off the plain walls of his small office is doing him no favors. könig stands directly behind it and dismisses you with a wave of his hand and a hoarse command.

how tantalizing you are, so bold to be showcasing your talent in home economics just like a frigatebird puffing its chest out to attract a mate. his grip on the chair tightens, the leather protesting with a soft creak.

it's just a crush. time will erode these frail sentiments you've come to have for him (for him! an old, ugly man whose virginity has practically grown back since the last time he slept with someone was a paid sex worker years ago) and so he'll just ignore them.

(he doesn't. he fucks his pillow every night— jaw trembling and saliva pooling— thinking it's you taking him instead and confuses your s/o as a relative.)

#könig x reader #könig call of duty #könig mw2

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moronkombat · 7 months

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Hiii!

Can you pretty please do some hcs for my beloved Shang Tsung?

I thought about these themes:

- his reaction when you ask for one of his rings, to remember him when apart from each other

- Him proposing (🥹)

- Waking up with him

But also can be anything no your mind, i love your writing!!! And I’m too damn obsessed with Shangy ✨, i just need to consume ANYTHING about him.

Thank you!! 🥰 And I’m sorry about the lenght of the ask 🥲

No worries about the length! I love writing about Shang Tsung!

You knew Shang Tsung before he ever encountered Damashi. In fact, you were one of the first people to know him

You've known him since childhood but you were not close until you both grew a little older as your childhoods were very different

He lived in poverty but you did not. You were not wealthy but your family had enough and tended to stay away from those less fortunate

Your meeting was by chance but both of you were grateful to have met each other

The two of you grow close, meeting each other often in secret to avoid detection from those who would keep you apart

Eventually a friendship blossoms and then a flower blooms with a connection far deeper but this flower is doomed. It cannot grow in the different soils that you're from

Shang Tsung knows this and he also knows he will never be worth anything if he stays in a place where people know his face

He decides he must leave and you cannot go with him. You both know this but it is difficult to accept

You know when he is going to leave. He tells you his plan to go and travel. He will make something more of himself and when he does, he will come back for you

You want to believe, you really do but you worry this may be the last time you ever see him

You feel bold then, eyes falling to one of those rings he wears. It one of the only nice treasures he owns. He notices your gaze and his finger would twitch

"I will miss you" Are all the words you can find, while eyes of tears look at the tarnished silver.

There's a moment of conflict then but slowly he would remove one and present it to you. You're stunned and open your mouth to refuse but there is a pause. You decide, to say nothing, and to accept his gift with a nod

You're not there to wish him a goodbye. He leaves without you knowing where he's gone and when he's left. It better this way though. You both so keenly aware that if you happened upon his leaving, you'd try to stop him

Years would go by and there is no word from him and the people of your village don't even seem to notice his absence. You do though, you're painfully aware

Over those long years you reject many who would have your hand. You are faithful to Shang Tsung's promise to return for you. There are times when the hope is almost lost but it takes but a look at the ring he has given you and the hope blooms again

Your family is frustrated, however, they want you to marry and settle down. Such is the way of things but you refuse and people see you as foolish but you don't care

It is a seemingly quiet day when he returns. A day like any other and when he finds you, all he had to do is say your name and your heart stops beating. He kept his promise

He does not come empty handed and soon after you have embraced, he is presenting something small to you. It is but a small box but inside it carries the greatest gift

"I've gotten you a far better one than the last, don't you think? Would you wear it for me?" Is all he has to ask. You know what this question truly means and your heart flies out of your chest. You are his and he is yours

Your family doesn't even remember Shang Tsung so when this stranger proposed to their favored child, they are quick to put up a fuss. You have none of it

The two of you marry privately and you return the ring he had given to you all that time ago. You don't need it anymore, after all

He is usually first to rise in the mornings and so you do not often wake up next to him. When Shang Tsung awakes he is swift to begin his day. He has done this for many years now. However, in those rare beginnings of sunlight, your eyes open first and you see him sleeping next to you.

Those moments are your favorite. He is completely unguarded and raw. There is no better way to see him than this

Your fingers dance so very carefully over his features and everything feels right. This is how things are meant to be and you will never let this change. Not ever

Thank you for requesting Shang Tsung! I see him as either soft or possessive. There is no in between LOL

#mortal kombat #mk1 2023 #mortal kombat fanworks #mk1 #mortal kombat headcanons #mortal kombat x reader #shang tsung #shang tsung x reader

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ivymarquis · 8 months

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Under My Skin

Pairing| Kyle “Gaz” Garrick x F!Reader Rating| M Content/Warnings| Angst, smut, miscommunication trope, two idiots in love

My contribution to @glitterypirateduck’s Gazfest! Squeaking in at the last second as per usual because nothing motivates me like a deadline

One Shot + “You’re not going out in that”

The setting would be romantic in another situation.

Rain is not at all an uncommon sight, especially at this time of year. All day the weather’s been dreary and drizzling.

Here, now that the sun dips below the horizon as the rain picks up- the dull lighting is cozy and you’ve gone and done the exact same thing you always do.

You’ll never figure it out, will you?

That would require learning from your mistakes, though, and Kyle Garrick is one habit you can’t bring yourself to break.

But when you’re on your back underneath him, knees drawn up as your ankles lock behind his waist-

You can trick yourself into thinking this is more than what it is.

What had started as a one night stand has become a situationship of sorts. He doesn’t tell you the dirty details of his job but his phone can go off at any point and that’s the end of the time you had with him.

His absence gnaws at you far more than you’ll ever care to admit- that would break the rules. Even with him buried as far in you as he can be, the anxiety of knowing this won’t last interferes with your ability to enjoy the present.

Everything you want is tangible and in your hands. You want him, and for tonight- for right now- you have him.

He holds you like he’s missed you over the past weeks.

You both said you wanted to keep this simple with no strings attached. That was before when you hadn’t known him as a person. Before, bit by bit, you learn his quirks and idiosyncrasies.

Simple has, at some point and without warning, packed her bags and runs clear out the door- never to be seen or heard from again. There are most assuredly strings where there should not be.

Fortune favors the bold but you are a coward. Too afraid to ask for what you want- what you delude yourself into thinking you can take in another life.

So you try.

Try to ignore the voice in the back of your head. Try to ignore that little incessant something eating away at you.

Try to enjoy the time you have with him, because you’ll never know if the last time is the last time.

It would be easier, you think, if he was like any number of your prior partners. Greedy. Self centered.

Kyle is giving and kind and attentive.

He reads your body language and verbal cues as easily as a book- knocks the air out of your lung with each stroke once he’s hit his stride. You’re helpless to do much more than cling to him, nails marking up his back in pleasure. If anything the scratches seem to spur him on.

“Kyle please- oh fuck-” your eyes squeeze shut in pleasure as he gets you almost to the precipice.

The rain builds outside much like you do.

“You getting close, doll?” It’s a rhetorical question, surely. Kyle knows your tells at this point, the way your body clutches and clings to his, the way you have to force your breathing to be steady.

“Yes!” Your answer is a wail that, were you in your right mind, would be embarrassing. As it is, your only focus is on the growing knot in your gut, the fire stoked with each wet thrust of his hips against the back of your thighs.

“Come on then, pretty girl,” he goads, one hand slipping between your bodies as the other supports both of your weight. “Cum for me, be a good girl,”

You would do anything for him. If you had a shred of shame or dignity left it would be embarrassing. As it is, he’s got you wound so tight it takes virtually nothing- just a few firm, steady circles of his thumb around your clit- to get you seeing white and clutching to him with a whine.

Your thighs are shaking as he works you through your orgasm, lips locked with yours as his thrusts sharpen for a few cants before stilling entirely as he fills the condom he barely remembered to put on earlier.

He’s always slow to work the pair of you down. You relish in the attention, how his warm hands span the length of your back, roaming down to squeeze the flesh of your hip or cup your bottom before trailing his fingertips back up and leaving you a trembling mess.

It’s later, once the pair of you have cleaned up that you start gathering your things. The rain still pelts down outside- you’ll need to be careful, but you’re certain you can make it home in one piece.

Neither of you stay the night at the others. You have your fun, pray he doesn’t get a phone call in the middle of things, get your clothes, and leave.

“Where are you going?”

You pause, finishing righting yourself after bending over to grab your bra.

“Home?” It shouldn’t be a question. You are going home. You’ve always gone home.

He shakes his head.

“You’re not going out in that.” Decision made, case closed, conversation over. Like it’s the most normal thing in the world. That you routinely wait out bad weather with him.

“Here, I’ve got a shirt you can borrow somewhere,”

You stare at him like a deer in headlights. Not that the thought of him being kind to you is such an unimaginable concept.

But there are boundaries- rules of engagement- that the pair of you agreed to at the beginning of this all these months ago. To keep things unmuddled and uncomplicated.

It’s a simple interaction, the way you follow him to his closet. You could easily insist on wearing your clothes- there’s nothing wrong with them.

But there’s a gesture in the way he hands you a shirt that’s several sizes too big for you.

Maybe Kyle wants more too.

#kyle garrick #kyle garrick x reader #cod x reader #gazfest #my writing #kyle definitely was not watching the weather app and planning in advance for this #he'd never do such a thing

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luveternals · 6 months

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paring: 1. simon 'ghost' riley x mercenary male reader rating: mature, MDNI cw: implied killing, mention of killing, tell me if I missed anything (a little rushed bc I'm trying to build a schedule here ;^; sorry! I'll fix it later, promise.) ~ ~ ~

It’s the perfect night for a kill.

The moon shines bright up above, but it’s a pale wonder in comparison to the lights hanging over the city square. You’re sitting at one of the tables set near the center for the event.

Your target is a nobody, a goon bold enough to try his fortune, lucky enough to succeed. Feeling generous, you let him have his moment, let him bask in the attention. Before you'll rip it away, hands stained with his blood.

The guy doesn’t seem a threat to anyone but himself, and you have to wonder what he could have possibly done to have you, of all people, be sent after him. Sometimes not asking questions does make your job harder.

But the money is convenient, and you're not giving that up.

You stand, empty glass abandoned on the table, let your lips spread into a lazy grin, and move to blend in with the crowd.

The man sits at the bar, the conversation with his admirers forgotten in favor of the fresh refill of his sparkling drink the bartender sets in front of him. “This one’s for you,” you imagine the bartender say, “offered by the anonymous stranger over there with the charming smile.”

It’s not hard to step to the counter and steal a seat right next to his while he stares at the glass. His eyes are glazed over when he meets your gaze, alcohol burning a pleasurable chill through his vein.

Face flushed, pupils dictated, and lips pulls into an awkward grin, he leans against the counter. “My luck really isn't over yet, eh,” he slurps and raises his drink to tip it your way, “Don’t need anyone to pay for me, but why pass the chance to meet the handsome man that comes with the free drink?”

“i wonder, is a simple close up of my face all you’d expected to get alongside it?” you say, amused.

He perks up and sits up. “Well,” he says stretching the word, “are you offering anything else? Would love t’know,” he leams forward and runs his gaze down your body.

You press your lips into a thin line and have to fight for it not to turn into a grimace. At least he wasn’t dumb enough to just reach over and touch.

“I think we should move somewhere else so you can find out, hmm?”

You don’t know how people do it, to use your body to get what you want out of your victim. But in such a crowded space and so in the open, there is little else you could do to get him to move somewhere more secluded.

Besides meeting your target here does have its own little perks. Especially for someone with his own little bounty on the back of his head.

There are too many people to keep track of unless your following your target close up or from a high vantage point.

“After you,” you say and when he turns away to leave, you turn your head and shift your attention upwards. There’s a hotel facing right towards the square, windows sparkling as they reflect the event's lights.

You don’t have to scan the building to find your own hunter.

The light of his own room have been left off, strategically placed between other empty rooms to avoid suspicion. But years of this life have taught you where to look and when you send a wink his way through the lens of his scope, you know he had him.

You turn back around to follow your own target, exposing your back to a possible bullet to the neck.

He won't shoot anyway.

Not now, not here. Not when it would send the people into a panic. Not when you are more valuable alive than dead — if they ever get their hands on you in the first place, of course.

It’s a perfect night for a kill, yes. And perhaps, for a close up to a different face as well. One that is hidden behind a mask, which despite, his believes, doesn’t add to his anonymity. You think it only adds to his fame, really.

Killing is inconvenient.

Despite the money it can land you if you have the right contacts and skill set, killing is inconvenient.

The body you are left with. The blood that clings to every surface like a witness. And all other clues and tracks you might leave behind if you're not careful.

Setting things right as if you’re innocent is what takes up most of the work and time. The planning, the actually doing the act, the aftermath.

It’s late into the night when you finish the deed. It’s late into the night when a white skull appears from the shadows, the moonlight spilling into the room from the balcony accentuates every detail.

He leans against the wall and watches you in silence. You'd be impressed that he found you, if you hadn't lead him here yourself.

“Is this how you make friends?” you ask, leaning back against the kitchen island of your new, little safe place for the night. “Creep on them from the darkest shadows?”

“You knew I was there,” he says, voice flat and gaze burning from inside the eye holes.

“Did I?” you say and let out a chuckle, “and you let me go through with my job after all. I’m surprised.”

You push yourself off the island and step forward, closer. Slow and calculate.

He watches you, but doesn’t twitch a muscle when you stop at stabbing distance. “I wonder. Is my employer joining forces with you to pay his debt to me?” you say. “Or do you need my service and my target tonight was a simple nuisance to you?”

“We don’t work with criminals.”

“Of course not,” you say with a dangerous grin, “so, who's my new target? Mind you, I have a different price for you.”

He crosses his arms and squints at you in suspicion. “Which is?”

“I think you can figure it out yourself. I like money, but I don’t have any real need for it.”

Infamous Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley. He would be quite the price instead, you think.

Whoever the new bounty is, their days are over.

~ ~ ~ a/n: just telling ya, reader isn't the same as the last story, not crazy! Just in for the fun XD disclaimer: I don't know bananas about military nor cod. just here for the fun too :)

#story day #simon ghost riley #x top male reader #call of duty #top male reader #dom male reader #cod x reader #cod mw2 #male reader #cod mwii #ghost mw2 #modern warfare #cod #top reader #x reader #reader insert #ghost x reader

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kandisheek · 4 months

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Prompts, you say? 🤔

Stony & the phrase "you never saw me"

Here you go, sorry for the wait!

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Steve was waiting in Tony's office with a stack of papers for them to go through when Tony rushed in, held up a hand before Steve could even mutter a greeting and hissed, “You never saw me.”

Then Steve bore witness to Tony Stark, tech giant and billionaire, crawling underneath his desk like a child.

“What –“ Steve said right before the door banged open again.

“Where is he?” Pepper shouted, her usually composed face dotted with bright red cheeks. Steve knew her anger wasn't directed at him, but he still hunched his shoulders in defense when she whipped around to him and gave him a glare. “Did you see him?”

“No, ma'am,” Steve said, carefully not looking at the desk. He raised the folders in his arms. “I'm waiting for him too.”

“I swear to god,” Pepper spat, marching back out with her heels clicking a fierce rhythm against the floor. “Where are you? Tony!”

The door fell shut behind her, and Steve waited for a few tense seconds while Pepper's footsteps faded in the distance. Then he turned towards the desk. “She's gone.”

“Oh thank god,” Tony sighed, head popping up over the edge with a genuinely terrified look on his face. “She would've killed me.”

“What did you do?” Steve asked, but Tony waved him off, climbing into his chair with an ungainly shuffle and a groan, rubbing his hip.

“It's fine, it'll blow over.” Tony grinned at him. “You really did me a solid there. Thanks, Cap.”

“You shouldn't hide from Pepper,” Steve said, despite the fact that he'd just helped him do exactly that. He couldn't even explain why he hadn't ratted Tony out. “If she's looking for you, it's probably important.”

“Ah, but you're more important,” Tony said with a wink that made Steve's heart twinge. “How can I help you, Cap? Anything you want, I owe you one.”

Steve ignored the flutter in his stomach in favor of lifting the papers in his hand. “Go through these with me? Fury needs them on his desk by tomorrow.”

“Seriously?” Tony sighed, though he was still smirking. “A carte blanche from Tony Stark, and you want to do paper work? I thought you were more creative than that.”

The look in Tony's eyes was a challenge and a dare, and Steve reacted on impulse, drawing himself up to his full height.

“Well, if anything goes, how about dinner tonight?”

Tony blinked but seemed to catch himself barely a second later. “Sure, whatever, I'd cash out for that anyway. Burgers?”

“I was thinking Italian. You could wear that nice suit from our last charity ball.” Steve smiled. “You looked real handsome in it. Don't know if I told you. And I'll pay, since I'm the one asking you out.”

Tony's eyes narrowed as they darted over Steve's face like he was looking for something. “Well, this all sounds like rather more than dinner now, Cap. Careful, I might get ideas.”

“I do mean a date,” Steve said, secretly reveling in the way Tony's face slackened in shock. “You did say carte blanche, right? If anything goes, then I want a date.”

Tony looked like he was about to say something before he seemed to change his mind, his expression dropping back into his signature smirk. “Well, if that's what you want, I'll knock your socks off, darling. You'll get the full Stark ride, satisfaction guaranteed.”

“Looking forward to it.” Steve deliberately kept his face neutral as he slid the papers onto Tony's desk. “Can you look through these some time today? We'll discuss them later.”

“Shop talk is distasteful on the first date, Captain,” Tony drawled, and Steve smiled at him.

“Don't worry. No business, strictly pleasure.” He allowed himself a wink before he turned and walked away to the sound of Tony spluttering behind him. Steve held in his grin until the door fell shut, his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn't believe he'd done that just now, but it seemed as though fortune favored the bold.

Sure, Tony probably thought he was joking, but that was alright. Steve had a full night to convince Tony that he was serious. And if it all went well, Steve might even get that Stark ride Tony had promised. He was pretty sure he had this in the bag.

They didn't call him a master strategist for nothing.

#marvel #stony #fanfic #snippet #steve tony #fanfic asks

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concreteparasite · 9 months

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I have horrible taste in men so naturally Double ended up being my favorite lmao, what are some facts you can share with us about him?

Double is a total psycho. I intentionally keep his more recentish backstory with MC kinda vague because I want people to be able to spin their own stories about MC and Double's interactions.

Here is some lore that isn't really touched on in the game:

- Double and MC are childhood sweethearts. Double has a really bad time growing up and because of it latched onto MC when they showed him kindness (defended him from bullying) Double sees MC as his one only 'family member' which is why he is PISSED when MC ditches him, he has abandonment issues stemmed DEEP from childhood and everything he has done up to that point is to guarantee MC won't leave him. So MC leaving him was next level betrayal for him.

Double was very sweet on MC as a kid he was bullied and MC stood up for him. Then when Double's affections were not received (or more likely) misunderstood he ended up using his ability to gain fame amongst their peers and started teasing, bulling and butting heads with MC while in middleschool. In highschool he kinda watched from afar and swooped in to become friends with MC senior year, where after they kinda just stayed together, college and on. In Double's mind it was always only MC all along. Which is why he says "more than family"

- I was thinking about making small character bios (but ultimately decided not to so I didn't feature creep) but in Double's bio for 'attraction' I was going to write: "Fortune favors the bold, and so does Double". Meaning that Double is attracted to bold personalities, someone that will push back against him and won't back down until they get what they want. Which is why by being rude to him or blunt towards him you will gain love points lol. Double likes a bad bitch.

- Double doesn't really feel 'love' in the same way most people do. He feels desperation , possessiveness, and anger, but 'love' is something that is a very...distant feeling for someone like him. He is a manipulator and ultimately a selfish person. He doesn't care much about MC's wellbeing, just that they will stay around.

- On Double's ending he leaves the front door open for MC to see if they will get away. He wants to watch them escape with their own determination. He is also smart enough to know that if he hangs around the apartment for too long Binary Star will find him and kill him. Ultimately, Double values his own life above everything else, so he isn't willing to bat the hornets nest unless he knows MC still has some force of will in them to get away. And that they are far enough away that they won't be under the watchful eye of Binary Star.

- Double studied architecture in college before he and MC dropped out into a life of crime. MC needed the money, so Double was game to help, as his ability (teleportation) is very useful.

- Double's weapon of choice is a black fixed blade tactical bowie knife.

- Double is 5'10

I left MC's ability (or lack thereof) vague because I wanted the player to decide if their MC had an ability or not and what it was.

Anyways, there's some facts off the top of my head. Anything else you are wondering, feel free to ask 💕

#binary star hero #binarystarhero #bsh #bshvn #binarystarherovn #binary star hero vn #bsh doublevision

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battletrio · 16 days

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... CAN THE PEOPLE SHE CARES ABOUT STOP DYING? PLEASE? She is not taking John's death well at all. It's somewhere between Finnick and Prim's death. She can still manage to take care of herself on her own but she's doing so without paying her actions any real attention. Her mind is instead stuck on thoughts of what could have been done differently; if anything could have been done differently so he wouldn't have died. Yes, that includes thinking she'd rather have died in his place (depending on how, exactly, John meets his end. If it was merely an accident, she probably won't think it should have been her but it being an accident doesn't make it any less painful.) (prompt)

THIS MAKES ME SO EMOTIONAL. He wouldn't want her to blame herself. It's not her fault.

#mockingjaybroken #fortune favors the bold (asks)

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theidiotwhowritesthings · 11 months

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INEVITABLE [7]

din djarin x female!reader

warnings: language, discussion of illegal trade goods

word count: 2,600

Summary: It was like fate or destiny had planned from the beginning for you to be on the run from the law. With the words ‘I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in cold’ adorning your rib cage you always wondered what was worse: Knowing you were bound to being wanted or realizing your soulmate was a cursed bounty hunter. You had a mission to finish and no bounty hunter, soulmate or not, was going to stop you.

[a/n: the next one is gonna be much longer than these short updates im sorry]

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07: A FAVOR FOR A FRIEND

"fortune favors the bold."

“Din, this place is a shit hole.”

He couldn’t find the words to reply, and it wasn’t because he didn’t agree. Thyreps was a shit hole. Nobody came to this world because they wanted to⏤ it was a world of poor convenience. Din was speechless because every time he heard you say his name it felt like his heart would get stuck in his throat. A pathetic and sad reaction that he wished he could get over, but even after two days of traveling to Thyreps he had not. In fact, since he was already being pathetic, Din could admit that with every single time he heard you say it he grew more obsessed with the sound of it leaving your lips.

“Din?”

“Yeah.” Din grunted out. He cleared his throat and gave a small nod as the two of you stared out of the ship's glass to the orange and red world below. “You’re not wrong. Imagine Jakku, but worse.”

“Maker.” You scoffed and leaned back in your seat. “I didn’t think a place worse than Jakku existed.”

“Unfortunately, there is.”

“Gross.”

Din chuckled under his breath at your obvious disgust at the world. He couldn’t even offer comfort because your reaction had been entirely accurate. Din hated Thyreps. The last time he had visited had been ages ago, before Grogu even, and it was because he had followed a quarry there. He navigated the Razor Crest down to the capital city’s main tarmac. It wasn’t overly large or busy, but that’s because Thyreps wasn’t overly large or busy.

“What exactly will the Reaper be able to give you?” Din asked as he rose from the pilot chair and hit a few buttons to lock up the Crest’s console. “Viktor’s location?”

“Nah. Viktor is in Canto Bight.” You replied.

Din’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He shook his head. “Then why don’t I just take you there? We can do what needs to be done.”

There was a pause of silence that made him nervous. He watched as you pasted on a false smile before responding. “He’s not where we can reach him. Viktor is hiding underground with the 1% of the galaxy that’s escaping trouble. You need a pass to get in and only a few souls have access to that sort of thing. That’s what the Reaper is gonna give me. Information on how to get one so I can sneak in and kill Viktor.” Briefly, your voice steeled. “And I meant that. Me. I will sneak in, and I will kill Viktor. Not us.” Din realized the mistake he had made with his words and he stiffened. “I appreciate your help with this, Din, but I’ve come too far to let someone else cut in and pull the trigger before I can.”

“Right. I didn’t mean⏤”

“Viktor is my monster to get rid of.” You finished then turned to leave the cockpit.

Din hesitated to allow you the space to slip away into the cargo hold alone. That was stupid and reckless of him. The atmosphere with you had gotten so comfortable, especially with you using his name, that Din forgot that you were still skittish with this topic. He meant his words. There was nothing he wanted more than to rip Viktor to shreds with his bare hands. It had been a long time since a person evoked such a visceral rage in him, but this stranger had. Despite that, Din knew what this journey meant to you. He would never take that closure from you.

After another beat, Din followed after you and climbed down into the cargo hold. The ramp had been opened and he saw you lift a groggy Grogu from the hammock to hold. The boy had been sleeping and with the way he curled into your arms, Din could tell he was still far from fully awake. Din would be lying if he said he didn’t like seeing you and Grogu together. The boy was growing more and more attached to you, and you seemed so good with him. Din’s only fear was that Grogu was getting too attached. When the mission ended, Viktor was dead, and you left it would be devastating to the boy. Din had already stupidly gotten more attached to you than he should.

“Hey⏤” He began.

You cut in first. “I’m sorry.” Grogu was resting his head on your shoulder and you were rubbing his back while you spoke. “I didn’t mean to snap at you like that. I know what you meant in general, and I really do appreciate your help.” You twisted your lips and gave him a small shrug. “My first instinct tends to be either sarcasm or hostility.”

Din let out a soft laugh. “No. It’s fine. I…I should have worded that better.” He came closer at the sound of his voice made Grogu turn with grabby hands. You chuckled at the sight and met him halfway so Din could scoop the boy out of your arms and cradle him to his own chest. “I know how much this means to you. I do. I’d never take it from you, mirdala runi.”

“I know.” You nodded and he could feel the sincerity in your words followed by an awkward shift where you tried to backpedal. You rubbed the back of your neck and began to walk to the ramp. “So, uh, what are we waiting for? Let’s go explore this garbage planet and find this guy, yeah?”

“Yeah.” Din chuckled. With Grogu in one arm, he rooted through his weapon closet to arm himself. A few steps away you were playing with the strap of your bag and waiting. When he finished, he nodded for you to follow and once the two of you were out in the heat of Thyreps on the tarmac rather than the Crest he hit a button on his vambrance to lift the ramp and lock it. “If we find my source then she can tell us where the Reaper is right now.”

“I can’t imagine this city has many cantinas.” You replied then chuckled. “Hell, there can’t be many on the entire planet.”

“No, but I thought we might save ourselves the time of sitting in every single one for a few hours.” Din teased with a small smile.

You lightly shoved your shoulder into his, “Ha. Funny, bucket head.” Din glanced over at you in amusement. Your smile had taken that very real quality to it that he loved to see. “The Mandalorian has jokes. What a riot.”

“You’re not the only one with a sense of humor.” Din hummed.

“I never said I was. I just said my sense of humor was funnier than yours.”

“I’m pretty sure there’s a difference between being funnier and being less humble.”

You laughed in response and Din knew that sound was in tough competition with hearing you say his name. Din had never prided himself on being funny. He tended to be dry with his humor and people either got that or they didn’t. Being able to make you laugh, his soulmate, made his heart hum in content.

Din led you into the city and as they walked down the mildly crowded city streets, Grogu began to rouse and wake up more. Now he spun his gaze in different directions to curiously take in their surroundings. As the three of them passed a few market stands, you paused to buy two kabobs with an unfamiliar meat and vegetable on it. You handed one to Grogu who didn’t hesitate to dig in while nibbling on the other yourself.

There was an old boxing gym near the center of the city. It was one of the only buildings Din was familiar with so finding it hadn’t been too difficult. Leading you inside, Din scanned the room for a familiar face. The gym was filled with people training or working out, but off to the side leaning against the wall was his old friend. Though the term ‘friend’ was technically relative.

“Ari.” He called out and the woman’s head snapped to meet him with a curious gaze. However, her dark eyebrows furrowed at the sight of him. “I need a favor.”

Ari’s blue eyes suddenly widened in recognition and she pushed off the wall to approach. Her dark hair was messily pulled up into a ponytail and she clapped her hands with a laugh. “Mando! Maker, how the hell are ya?” She continued to drift closer until she stood not too far away. Ari motioned to him. “I like this new look. Shiny.”

“I need a favor.” Din repeated.

“Yeah, yeah, I heard you the first time. Geez, always business with this one.” Ari snickered. She glanced at you and Din quickly made introductions. Ari gave him a skeptical look, “I never had you pegged as the type to indulge in the slave trade, Mando.”

Din felt the blood leave his face at even the thought of what Ari was thinking. He spluttered to explain, but you let out a sharp laugh and shook your head. “He isn’t. I’m just a tag along he picked up.”

“Good. I don’t tolerate that kind of shit in my house.” Ari nodded. She pointed to Grogu next. “And what the fuck is that?”

Din bristled at the tone, but he bit back on his temper. He knew Ari didn’t mean harm. She was just blunt and crass and a giant pain in his ass on the best of days. “This is Grogu.” At his name, Grogu turned and offered the woman a small wave as he finished off the last of his kabob. “He’s my son.”

“That’s not a real name, but sure.” Ari raised an eyebrow at him. “I thought you were human though, weren't you? What the hell did you fuck to get⏤”

“Ari.” Din snapped. “The favor.”

Ari rolled her eyes and motioned for them to follow her. Din blew out a sigh, and you leaned in closer to speak. “So, she’s…interesting.”

“She’s a smuggler. Runs her crew from this place.” Din explained.

“How’d you meet her?”

“She was a quarry.” Din said. He met her long before he crossed paths with Grogu. Din had picked her up with full intentions to turn her in, but the woman offered him an ingot of beskar for a ride to Jakku. Knowing she picked places like Jakku and Thyreps to reside made him question her already questionable sanity.

You chuckled and he watched as you pointed to yourself, then to Grogu, then to Ari who walked a few feet ahead. “Do you ever actually turn in any of your quarries?” Din laughed and ignored the surprised look that Ari threw over her shoulder at him. “I’m kind of serious.”

The Ari woman had led them into what looked like a small back office. She sat behind the desk and Din motioned for you to take the only seat in front of the desk. Din. It still felt unusual to know his name even days after he gave it. You fell into the seat, and Din lowered Grogu to rest in your lap while he rested his hands on the chair’s back so he could lean there.

“Alright. Favor?” Ari asked.

Din nodded once and you let him take the lead since he knew this woman better than you did. “Yes. We need to find the Reaper.”

“Ew.” Ari blanched. “Who the hell wants to find him?”

You lifted a hand with a sheepish smile. “That’s me, I suppose. I need info from him.” Ari paused and motioned to you with her hand obviously fishing for more. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat before nodding. “Well, I need a pass in order to get into Canto Bight’s underground.”

“The Golden Ring?” Ari scoffed. “Yeah, okay, you do need Reaper for that. Unfortunately for you.” She leaned back in her seat and crossed her arms. “You need to go to Reti.”

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, and apparently Din was equally as confused by this information. He spoke up from behind you. “Why do we need to go there? I thought the Reaper hangs around in one of the cantinas here. There’s nothing on Thyrep’s moon but dust and trouble.”

“Correct.” Ari nodded. “However, if you want a favor from me then I need a favor from you.”

“You owe me one.” Din scoffed.

“No.” She dragged the word out. “We became even when I gave sent you a message on that one quarry you were searching for way back.” You glanced over your shoulder at Din whose shoulders seemed to slump in realization. “Exactly. This’ll be easy though. Tit for tat.”

Din sighed irritably, “What do you want?”

“There’s a smuggling camp on Reti. A Twi’lek named Dorsil stole some goods I planned to fence myself. I want my stuff back, is all.”

“What stuff?”

“Just some weaponry parts.”

You could feel Din stiffen behind you as he repeated his words once more. “What stuff?”

Ari shot both of you a sheepish smile. “Disruptor cores.”

“Are you out of your kriffing mind?” Din snapped. You didn’t know enough about the weapon parts to understand the issue. Din shifted so he stood behind you rather than behind as he continued to argue. “Cores don’t travel well.”

“Yeah, I’m fully aware of that, Mando.” Ari scoffed. “I’d go get them myself, but…”

You raised an eyebrow, “But what?”

“But I don’t wanna, and I got you two here looking for a favor.” Ari replied. “It’s like kismet.” Her eyes glanced back to Din and a grin adorned her features. “So? How bad do you need the Reaper?”

Din was silent for a moment before he nodded once. “Get me the coordinates.”

Ari pumped her fist once before rifling through her desk looking for something. You stood up and set a hand on Din’s arm. Grogu squirmed to be let down so you set him on the chair before pushing Din aside. “How dangerous is this?”

“It’s risky, but if done right everything will be fine.”

“You could say that about literally anything, bucket head.” You replied. “Give it to me straight.”

Din blew out a soft sigh, “Cores are highly volatile before they’re built into the weapon. It’s like carrying around a box of explosives. In theory, it should be fine, but under the right conditions⏤ or wrong conditions, I guess I should say⏤ they’re quick to ignite.”

You twisted your lips. “If you think it’s too dangerous⏤”

“No. We’re getting you the Reaper’s location.”

“I don’t want to put you or Grogu at risk for this.” You argued back and surprisingly it tasted of the truth. For so long, you assumed there wasn’t a price you wouldn’t be willing to pay for the information, but it seemed you had been wrong. You found the line in the sand you couldn’t cross.

Din set his gloved hand over yours on his arm and shook his head. “Everything is going to be alright. I promise, ner mirdala runi. I will get you the Reaper’s location.”

Ari called out that she had the information on hand, and he turned his attention back to her. You crossed your arms in thought. Of course you wanted to know where this man was. He was the next step in getting to Viktor. However, you couldn’t shake this foreboding feeling in your stomach that this was a bad idea.

mando'a translations

ner mirdala runi: my clever soul

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Hi! I've never asked one of these before like ever haha so im kinda nervous (ik i shouldnt be) but can you call me Butterfly 🦋 Anon, and can you start a miniseries with duncan tdi x juvie bestfriend! reader? I'd just absolutely adore to read it because I'm going through a TD phase right now haha

... me too butterfly 🦋.. me too

Fortune favors the Bold ⛓

TDI! Duncan x Juvie Bestfriend! Reader ⛓

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You stared at the gray wall as you had done for the past three years. Last night you had been moved to solidarity when you had bitten a guards thumb off after he had shoved Duncan into a wall when 'recess' had ended. Duncan had laughed so hard he had ended up in solidarity too, sadly he was on the male side of the jail.

It was around three in the morning you had guessed when you heard a whisper of "Hey, princess." You felt your body tense, that wasn't a voice you recongnized.

Your eyes looked up from the spot where you layed on the cold floor only to be met with the face of a pale man with black hair who obviously did not work there. "Are you bestfriends with that crazy dickhead with the greenhair?" The man asked without an explanation. You nodded slowly.

"If I got you out of here and buy you freedom for at least nine weeks will you promise to wreak havoc on a group of teenagers for me?" The man asked a wild smile on your face. Huh.. he reminded you of your brother.

"Hell yeah." You smirked and Chris nearly whooped with excitment if he could get to cons with issues on his show someone was sure to die!

Think about the ratings!

He unlocked the door to solidarity and helped you out, quickly hiding you underneath a delievery cart where you were met with the eyes of your bestfriend.

"Hey, scorpion." Duncan smiled. "Hey tiger." You smiled right back. This strange man had no idea what he was in for. Did he even read Duncan's file (much less, yours?)

Duncan had commited arson, fraud, armed robbery, and assault. (Someone was trying to mess with his girl, okay??)

You had commited armed robbery, manslaughter, and assault. The manslaughter wasn't exactly your fault but thats a story for another day.

Chris smiled to himself as he pushed his two new pet projects. He had bought himself a tiger who was willing to burn the world for a girl, and a scorpion with a twitchy trigger finger. God, he would love if someone fucked up on the show and got either of you hurt so the other would go crazy. He giggled.

This was going to be the BEST week ever.

Chris dropped the two of you off in a hotel, just to make sure you wouldn't escape he sicced Chef Hatchet on you. But neither of you wanted to leave.

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Disclaimer: not a native Thai speaker, still learning 🙏 ...also, not an expert on tarot and astrology btw djsdhsj

Fortune favors the bold

- XXI The World (-> Earth/Ongsa) = accomplishment, seizing opportunities the universe presents, confidence in one's place in the world - XIX The Sun (-> Sun) = joy, positivity, enlightenment, light illuminating the truth - X Wheel of Fortune = destiny, soulmates, change, growth, the wheel turning in one's favor

ก็เหมือนกับโลกที่มันต้องมีแสงสว่างจากพระอาทิตย์ไง /gaaw meuuan gap lohk thee man dtawng mee saaeng sa waang jaak phra aa thit ngai/ -> โลก /lohk/ = Earth, the world -> แสงสว่าง /saaeng sa waang/ = (bright/brilliant) light

And that's what she's been doing all episode 🥺♥ Sun's brightness and warmth give her confidence!

ชอบสิ /chaawp si/

AAAAAAAAHHHHH this can be read as both 'They/That person does like you' and 'I do like you'

ถึงดวงอาทิตย์ของเรา จากโลกของเธอ /theung duaang aa thit khaawng rao, jaak lohk khaawng ter/

Sun's horoscope

How is Sun a Gemini, you may ask? It's me, I asked, so I went and researched it for everyone lol

In astrology, there's two ways to divide the ecliptic into the 12 signs - tropical and sidereal.

(source)

Western astrology generally follows the tropical zodiac which is based on the Northern hemisphere's seasonal cycle, lining up the equinoxes and solstices with the ecliptic. Vedic/Hindu astrology follows the sidereal zodiac which is based on the observable sky and thus accounts for the Earth's axial precession and the seemingly backwards movement of fixed stars over time, caused by the Earth's axial tilt of ✨ 23.5 degrees ✨

All of this to say- Sun is a Gemini in sidereal astrology!

First contact

Aylin's coming out of her shell!! I loved her this episode, trying to make friends, expressing herself more and being genuinely funny.

มนุษย์พี่นี่โคตรไร้สาระ /ma noot phi nee khoht rai saa ra/ เมื่อกี้น้องว่าไงนะ /meuua gee nong waa ngai na/

-> ไร้สาระ /rai saa ra/ = nonsensical, lacking meaning/substance, which got subbed as "That's bull." earlier in the same scene??, combined with โคตร /khoht/ here, which is an impolite colloquial intensifier, sounds like "You're full of crap, senior human." lmao

1) ฉันกับยัยเจริญพรจะคอยช่วยแกแล้วกัน /chan gap yai Charoenporn ja khaawy chuuay gae laaeo gan/ 2) เจริญพร /ja reern phaawn/ = Yes.

2) Charoen's full first name is เจริญพร /ja reern phaawn/: เจริญ /ja reern/ = to prosper, prosperous, to pray/chant; พร /phaawn/ = blessing, benediction เจริญพร /ja reern phaawn/ is a word used by Buddhist monks for 'yes'/assent/response, just like ครับ /khrap/ or ค่ะ /kha/ are used, for example. There's a whole set of vocabulary/register that's specifically used by and with monks and in the context of Buddhism. 1) Tin calls Charoen ยัยเจริญพร /yai Charoenporn/ several times this episode lmao - ยัย /yai/ stems from ยาย /yaai/ = grandma, and can be used in a friendly way to call a woman or derogatorily (kinda like 'hag', I guess?) It's all in the context but that can be said about a lot of things in Thai language djsdhsjh It's comparable to colloquial ไอ้ /ai/, a prefix for mostly male names, e.g. ไอ้ติณห์ Ai'Tin, to call someone in a friendly or- cursing way:

ไอ้มนุษย์บุลลี่ /ai ma noot bully/

Obligatory 1st person pronoun moments because there's only the two three*, she doesn't use any otherwise:

1) เรา /rao/, 2) calls herself alien again, 3) ข้า /khaa/, which sounds old timey *edited to add her fortune teller shtick

Quick translation of the preview texts

Well... I like [the roses?] That's nice You liking [?] makes me happy Thank you so much, Earth Earth, it'll be my birthday in a few days. If I asked you for one thing, would you give it to me? What is it? Can we meet?

#23.5 degrees #23.5 spoilers #thai gl #ongsasun #aylinluna #milklove #viewjune #milk pansa #love pattranite #view benyapa #june wanwimol #ford arun #earn preeyaphat #local woman harps on about linguistics #i've lost sight of this post's flow with how many times i rearranged and added stuff so if this reads as incoherent- welp.

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Hate To Love You - Synopsis & Masterlist

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader, Charles Leclerc x OFC, Charles Leclerc x Lily Wilson

Warnings: enemies to lovers

Author’s Note: You don’t need to have read Man’s World to enjoy this spin off!

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Synopsis

World Championship Titles

2021: Georgia Leclerc, Bugatti

2022: Georgia Leclerc, Bugatti

2023: Charles Leclerc, Ferrari

2024: Georgia Leclerc, Bugatti

In 2021 Bugatti entered the F1 world – as the 11th Formula 1 team. With a goal of bringing equality to formula 1, CEO and Team Principal Isabelle Binotto, wife of the famous Ferrari Principal Mattia Binotto, had decided to bring a predominantly female team to the paddock- including two female drivers – Georgia Leclerc, twin sister to Charles Leclerc and Lily Wilson, an upcoming racer and W-series champion. Bugatti has had several years of success, with Georgia Leclerc taking home 3 world championships for the team, with Lily coming in second in the 2024 championship fight.

It’s now the beginning of the 2025 season and Lily Wilson is officially a Mercedes driver, replacing Sir Lewis Hamilton after his retirement. Being the first female driver to drive for one of the top male-dominated teams, Lily knows she has to push even harder than she did at Bugatti. There’s only one problem - a certain Monagasque Ferrari driver has his sights on the World Drivers Championship, and he’s not backing down. As things begin to heat up on the track, Lily finds herself at war with someone she used to call a friend - Charles Leclerc.

Charles would be easy to ignore if Lily hadn’t asked his sister, 3x World Champion Georgia Leclerc, to be her personal coach for the season after Georgia discovered she was pregnant at the end of last season. Much to Lily’s chagrin, Charles seems to be everywhere his sister is, along with his inflated ego and rude personality.

As tensions rise between the Mercedes and Ferrari drivers, they start to find themselves dealing with their hatred towards one another in an unexpected place - the bedroom. Can Lily and Charles keep their feelings in check as they compete to win the world title?

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Chapters:

Prologue - 4800 Words

Chapter 1 - Fortune Favors The Bold - 5100 Words

Chapter 2 - A Spoon Full of Sugar - 4700 Words

Chapter 3 - Hell Hath No Fury - 3100

Chapter 4 - Saved by the Wolff - 4800

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