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Breaking Point | Part 2 of ‘You don’t belong here’
Who: Denver x reader
Wordcount: 3400
Summary: After a chaotic heist at the Royal Mint, you find yourself shot and fighting for your life. Denver, determined to prioritize saving you over the heist, resorts to extreme measures to ensure your safety. Will you survive this?
Warnings: Violence, sexual tension, injury, trauma, language
Part 2 of You don’t belong here, you can read it here: X
A loud bang echoed through the Royal Mint. Denver and Tokyo exchanged a confused look. ‘Was that a gunshot?’ Without wasting time, they ran toward the entrance hall where they had gathered the hostages. Taking two steps at a time as they ran down the stairs. ‘What the fuck is going on?’ Tokyo yelled towards Berlin when she saw Rio on his knees, hunched over your body. Oslo and Moscow held the hostages at gunpoint, here and there a cry sounded in disbelief. A smug grin hung on Berlin’s lips, a young woman stood trembling on her legs behind him. He was disgusting, using fear to fulfil his own needs. ‘I told her to stay in line, she should not meddle in other people’s business.’ Denver could not grasp the image before his eyes.
You lay motionless on the ground, Rio pressed his hands hard on your stomach and Nairobi looked in disbelief at Berlin casually holding a revolver in his hand. ‘He fucking shot her.’ When these words reached Denver’s ears he launched himself forward, toward the older gangster. ‘I’m going to fucking kill him!’ Denver was screaming at the top of his lungs. Tokyo did her best to stop her friend, clinging to his waist. But he was too strong. With a simple shove, he pushed her off him and she fell to the ground with a thud. Berlin pointed the gun at the young robber. “I warned her.” Denver seemed unimpressed and continued to run in his direction. Before Berlin had the chance to shoot at him, Denver had worked him to the ground and his fist collided with his jaw. ‘You piece of shit.’ Berlin resisted fiercely, allowing Denver only a few good hits at his face and body. ‘Enough!’ Tokyo crawled upright again and tried to pull Denver off of him with all her strength but it had no effect. ‘Denver stop, she needs you!’ It was Rio screaming over his shoulder to the frantic man. It wasn’t until Helsinki marched towards the two and pulled Denver backwards onto the ground with little effort that the fight stopped.
‘You need to calm down and help me carry her towards the office space where we stationed Arturo.’ The Serb remained calm and began handing out orders to the other group members. He went into his military mode. ‘You stay the fuck here because if I see you near her again I’ll fucking kill you myself, understood?’ Berlin could only nod irritably when he heard the Serb’s words. ‘Rio and Nairobi, keep a fucking eye on him and if he tries something funny shoot him in the leg.’ ‘Yes sir!’ Nairobi gave him a military salute. ‘Tolyo, Oslo, Moscow stay with the hostages.’
Denver quickly crawled back on his feet and ran toward you, still lying on the floor. ‘Baby, come on open your eyes.’ His hands were trembling as he gently placed them on your face. ‘You need to apply pressure where she was shot.’ Rio nodded towards your abdomen, blood flowed down his fingers. ‘Pressure.’ Denver mumbled to himself. As Denver applied pressure onto your stomach, memories of your moments together flooded his mind. The laughter, the shared glances, the intimacy you had discovered amid chaos. Denver, usually calm under pressure, found himself teetering on the edge of despair. ‘Please babe.’
Helsinki sank to his knees next to Rio, pushing his hands away so he could place a makeshift tourniquet onto the gaping hole in your abdomen. ‘Come on sweety let’s get you patched up.’ Denver gently placed you in his arms so he could carry you towards the office space which now served as a makeshift hospital. His heart raced as he carried your limp body, your blood stained his hands, and the gravity of the situation pressed down on him like a heavyweight. Berlin had jeopardised everything, he wasn’t done with him. The heist was already stressful and chaotic since Arturo got shot on the roof. But Denver couldn’t afford to lose you, he was going to do everything in his power to make sure you were going to make it.
‘Do you see the irony of it?’ Helsinki mumbled to him as they placed her body on a table next to Arturo. ‘She was supposed to patch us up, not the other way around.’ Denver gently stroked your hair; he was afraid you were going to break under his touch. ‘I swear to god that I’ll kill Berlin for this. The bastard.’ His eyes became watery and he blinked a few times so his vision was no longer blurred. Helsinki patted him on the back. ‘Come on, your girl needs you.’ A shaky sigh left his lips. ‘Okay, what do you need from me?’ Helsinki listed a series of materials he needed. In the confined space, he sought any medical supplies he could find. Realizing quickly that they didn’t have everything they needed. Helsinki tried his best to stabilize the girl he learned to love as a sister. ‘We’re going to do everything we can bro.’ Denver just nodded, he already knew what he was going to do.
Denver’s eyes were fixed on the makeshift hospital room, where Helsinki worked tirelessly to stabilize you. The urgency in the air was palpable, heightened by the earlier chaos of Arturo getting shot on the roof and of Berlin shooting you out of nowhere. Denver’s mind raced, a plan forming like a storm in his thoughts.
As Helsinki barked orders for supplies, Denver’s gaze shifted to the entrance of the Royal Mint. The deal with the police had brought surgeons to attend to Arturo, but Denver couldn’t let them focus solely on him. He had to make a bold move to ensure the surgeons would save you first.
Without a second thought, Denver bolted from the room, gun drawn, his heart pounding in his chest. He reached the entrance hall where the surgeons were setting up to attend to Arturo. Determination etched on his face, Denver intercepted the lead surgeon, a middle-aged man in a white coat. ‘Listen, you’re not working on Arturo first,’ Denver declared, his voice low and intense as he pressed the gun against the doctor’s temple. Nairobi gasped for air as she saw his move. ‘Denver, what the fuck are you doing?’. ‘She’s dying! I cannot let her die, I won’t let her die!’ Tears were welling up in his eyes again. The surgeon, taken aback, stammered, ‘But we’re here to help the hostages, that’s the deal with the police.’ Rio cautiously approached his friend. ‘Bro, think this through. We must be careful here, they are just aid workers doing their jobs.’ Denver shook his head. ‘No, they’re helping her first. Then they can help him.’ Rio raised his hands in surrender. ‘Okay, okay. I’ll go and get her here. Stay calm.’ Denver’s eyes bore into the surgeon’s around the table. “You’re going to help her first,” he pointed back toward the makeshift hospital. ‘She’s dying, and she doesn’t have time to wait for your bureaucratic protocols. Do you understand?!’
The surgeons hesitated, caught between the demand and their professional obligations. Denver, fueled by desperation and love, leaned in closer. ‘If you don’t help her, you’ll have a bloodbath on your hands. I’ll fucking kill them all.’ There was a tense moment of silence, and then they nodded, realizing the severity of the situation. Denver led him back to the room where Helsinki was working. The surgeon assessed the situation quickly, understanding the gravity of your condition.
‘Alright,’ the surgeon said, taking charge. "Hook her up to the monitor and prep a sterile field for the equipment. Now, someone assist me.’. Denver, feeling a mix of relief and determination, jumped in to assist. The room buzzed with urgency as the surgeon and the makeshift medical team worked together. Denver stole glances at you, hoping against hope that the medical intervention would be enough to save you.
As the surgeons worked to stabilise you, Denver couldn’t shake off the guilt and anger toward Berlin. He vowed silently to make the older gangster pay for what he had done. The heist had taken an even darker turn, and Denver was willing to break any rule, defy any expectation, to ensure the woman he loved would survive.
‘Clamp!’ The surgeon ordered his colleagues as he poked at you with tweezers. 'I can see the bullet, wait I-’ A clanging sound resounded as the bullet fell into the metal dish. Denver breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the metal ball on the table. ‘Needle and thread, I have to be quick.’. With determination, he began suturing the wound. 'Give her a bag of O- too, she’s going to need it.’ Denver watched with wide eyes as they hooked you up to an IV so you could get enough blood again. "Are you sure she can get O-? The surgeon nodded. 'Universal donor.’ ’ He muttered as he tied the last loop. ‘This is all we can do for her inside here, if you let her go outside with us we can guarantee her safety.’ Denver immediately shook his head. 'No, no if she goes out, she’ll get at least 30 years in prison. Is she stable?’ The surgeon nodded. 'Then she stays here.’
Helsinki moved the table you were lying on to the corner of the room. Denver followed on your heels. As soon as the Serbian led the surgeons toward Arturo, he sank down on his knees. 'We should have left while we still had the chance. I knew it. He dropped the weapon beside him and grasped his hair desperately. ‘You’re going to be okay, you have to be okay. I’m not walking out of here without you’.
You could hear what Denver was saying to you but you weren’t able to respond, you were in a strange twilight zone. You weren’t awake but you weren’t unconscious either, you had felt all the pain, it was burning. It was a strange state you were in.
Denver stormed down the stairs straight to the entrance hall with an assault rifle in hand. ‘Denv-’ Tokyo tried to reason with him but it was to no avail. He put his Dali mask back on and pointed the rifle at Berlin’s face who was sitting on the ground near the hostages. ‘Get up.’ A cocky grin appeared on his lips. ‘What didn’t your girl make it?’ Denver was seeing red. ‘I’m going to ask you one more time and if you don’t listen I’ll blow your brains out.’ He raised his hands in surrender and stood up. He didn’t want to risk it to see if he was bluffing or not. ‘Towards the entrance.’ Denver pointed his gun towards the massive door that was shielding them from the outside. ‘You’re kidding?’ He shook his head. ‘Rio, go open the fucking door.’ Rio didn’t waste a second and ran towards his computer. ‘Everyone up, masks on and weapons at the ready!’ Tokyo yelled towards the hostages. They all obeyed and stood in a V-shape behind Denver, all their weapons pointed at Berlin. Nairobi casually walked toward him and pulled the Dali mask from his hands. ‘Didn’t think so.’ She took her place next to Rio at the door. ‘Rio, now!’.
Before anyone could object, the young man opened the doors. 'Drive him out. The crowd stepped forward evenly with their weapons drawn so Berlin had no choice but to walk out of the bank. ‘Adios bastard!’ Nairobi shouted. The police did not understand what was happening, one of them was thrown out of the bank. Without a mask. Within seconds they had his name: Andrés de Fonollosa. The special units marched forward and charged him. His hands were harshly held behind his back and they dragged him into the interrogation tent. As Berlin looked over his shoulder one last time, Denver raised his middle finger at him. One last sign of envy.
Rio closed the doors before the police fully realized what just happened. When they were fully closed, Tokyo pulled off her mask. 'The professor is going to kill you. How are we ever supposed to get out of here alive?’ 'Calm down, we’ll find a solution to it. Besides, I don’t think I was the only one who wanted him out.’ Denver looked at the other gang members. Rio and Nairobi nodded in agreement; the others shrugged. 'He was just there to perform fear on the hostage takers, he had no real job. I’ll take over his duties. We’ll get out of here, with the money as agreed. Promise.’ Tokyo wearily stroked a hand through her hair. 'I hope you’re right Denver.’
Three days had passed and you still hadn’t awakened. The gang members had planned out a rotation so there was always someone sitting by your side. It was Denver’s turn. He held your hand and absently stroked your knuckles with his thumb. 'We haven’t discussed where we would go when we walk out of here.’ He muttered more to himself than to you. ‘I thought we were going to live on a remote island and party on the beach every night?’ Your voice was hoarse and your throat hurt from days of not speaking. ‘What happened?’ You tried to sit up but a hellish twinge of pain stopped you. Your face twisted in pain. Denver was in shock. ‘You’re awake,’ he muttered to himself, ‘you’re alive.’ He gently pushed you down so that you were back on the table. 'No, don’t move too much. Berlin shot you. Don’t worry I made him pay.’ Confusion was on your face. 'How long was I out for?’ Denver gently stroked hair out of your face. 'Three days, we leave in two hours.’ He stroked a strand of hair behind your ear. 'I’d never have left you behind, Helsinki and I made a stretcher.’ 'What happened to Berlin?’ Denver chuckled irritably, an angry expression crossed his face. 'We handed him over to the police. He crossed the line, we’re a team and he betrayed you.' Flashes of Berlin forcing a woman into sexual acts moved before your eyes again. 'I couldn’t let him have his way,’ you muttered. 'I know sweetheart, I know.’
You had completely forgotten about the Professor, how would he have reacted? "El Professor? Denver saw the question in your eyes. 'He was angry, but he understood our reaction. We couldn’t trust him anymore.’ You nodded gently, thankfully he wasn’t the most important link you thought to yourself. How could you have been so wrong about someone, he seemed to be a strong leader type when he was just a pervert.
'Would you like to try standing and walking around a bit?’ You bit the inside of your cheek and nodded. ‘Come on, I’ll help you.’ Denver stood up again and placed a strong arm around your shoulders to gently help you upright so you were in a sitting position. ‘Take a deep breath baby.’ He mumbled when he saw the painful grimace on your face. Air filled your lungs when you did what he said. You resisted the pain and swung your legs over the edge of the table. 'Put your arm around my shoulders so I can support you.’ Obediently, you did as he asked of you and clung to his neck. He gently wrapped one arm around your lower back and the other along the front of your hips. He was careful so he didn’t touch the gunshot wound. ‘On three, one, two, three.’ You got to your feet. It was a strange feeling, they felt very heavy but that was probably because you had been lying on an uncomfortable table for three days. Everything was a little stiff. Cautiously taking some steps, Denver did not leave your side afraid you would fall. ‘And?’ His voice was hoarse. ‘I’m a bit sore and not the good kind.’ His laughter roared through the room. 'I can take care of that in a few days when you’re feeling better.’ Blood rushed to your cheeks. 'Don’t be so vulgar.’ Before he could object, the office door flew open and Helsinki walked in. ‘You’re awake?’ A grin spread across his lips. ‘You’re awake!’ The Serb walked toward you but Denver raised his hand protectively. 'Gunshot wound and haven’t been awake for three days, be careful big boy.’ Helsinki rolled his eyes before gently wrapping his arms around your frame. 'Oh I am so glad you’re okay. I hadn’t doubted my ability for a moment but still.’ You laughed softly. ‘Thank you, I owe you my life.’ He shook his head. 'Well, I did a lot but if Denver hadn’t obliged the surgeons for Arturo to help you I don’t think we would be standing here now.’ You looked at Denver with a raised eyebrow. He had a sheepish expression on his face. ‘I might have held them at gunpoint until they agreed to operate on you,’ he admitted. Your mouth fell open in astonishment. ‘Dude, they’re EMT’s. You gotta show them some respect.’ He nodded. ‘I know, but I was panicking, and we couldn’t do everything because we didn’t have the right equipment. They were our only option. Your only option.’ You nodded. ‘Bring me to the others so we can leave here as soon as possible, please.’ The three of you walked towards the large entrance hall where everyone had gathered. ‘Havana!’ Nairobi exclaimed upon seeing you coming down the stairs. Tokyo and Rio turned around when they heard her scream. Moscow winked at his son, who couldn’t contain a grin. ‘Sorry I couldn’t help more,’ you mumbled as you stood among the others. Everyone expressed relief that you had pulled through and assured you that everything was going smoothly. ‘We’re leaving in 30 minutes.’ Helsinki announced. Everyone nodded. ‘Let’s do this.’
2 months later
The two of you lay side by side on the sun-soaked sands of the deserted island, the rhythmic sound of gentle waves providing a soothing backdrop. With the golden sun kissing your skin, you took turns applying sunscreen, laughter dancing in the air as you playfully teased each other. ‘Give me a kiss.’ It wasn’t a question, he ordered you but you didn’t mind. You crawled towards him and straddled his lap, one knee on each side of him. ‘Told you we would end up on an island.’ You mumbled before you pressed your lips softly on his. He hummed in agreement. You placed your arms loosely around his neck and his hands slowly crept up. First over your thighs until they found a spot above the edge of your bikini bottoms. You leaned back a little so you could look at him. 'I could do this forever. Just the two of us on a deserted island.’ He nodded in agreement. ‘I assumed this was forever from now.’ He had that boyish grin on his face that you loved so much. ‘If we’re really going to do this, then-’ You didn’t finish your sentence and kissed him again, more intensely than before. You fought for dominance as your tongues swirled around each other. He didn’t just give in. His hands moved a little higher and he played with the string of your bikini top. Tired of his wait-and-see attitude, you untied the string yourself, followed by the string at your neck, causing the top to fall between you. 'I thought you promised me I was going to be sore? Or am I remembering that wrong?’ He didn’t wait a second and pushed you back into the sand. His lips found the pulse point on your neck. He sucked it gently until the stinging sensation earned a moan from you, then soothed it with his tongue. 'Havana you drive me crazy.’ he mumbled against your neck. ‘Call me y/n, please call me y/n.’ He was stunned for a few seconds and pushed himself up on his arms so he could look at you. ‘Y/n’ he mumbled, a grin appearing on his face. ‘My actual name is Daniel, but everyone calls me Dani.’ You smiled back as you repeated his name. ‘That’s easier to scream when I’m fucking you.’ You laughed out loud. ‘I hope that’s a promise.’ Instead of answering, he pressed his lips hungrily to yours again.
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Silene Oliveira/Tokyo
been a long time since i last saw you.
this reminds me of the night we met.
don't flirt with me.
been a long time since i last saw you.
this reminds me of the night we met.
don't flirt with me.
Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader
Toledo was a beautiful city, not that you'd been given much of a chance to get acquainted with it before being hauled up to a large remote house per The Professor's instructions. But the scenery was beautiful, at least. The view atop the hill allowed for the perfect view of the setting sun, made all the better with beer and the distant sound of music playing from the patio. A perfect evening and a perfect view... ruined by a voice that made your heart clench with bitterness.
"Been a long time since I last saw you." Her light, airy, far too casual voice reached your ears. Your muscles automatically tensed, fingers tightening around your bottle, and the serenity of the view promptly faded. You bit your tongue and raised the bottle to your lips, finishing the contents and hoping the effects would soothe your mind. "(Y/N)- Or, well... It's Athens now, right? I guess I should get used to that name before the heist."
You stared straight forward, unable to bear the thought of looking at her without wanting to walk out of the whole operation. A face you once loved seeing, muddled with her actions and memories you'd rather forget. She was a reminder of the person who'd truly broken your heart and trust: René. The man who picked you up from juvie and promised to never abandon you like your parents had. The man who taught you everything you needed to know about heists, about guns, and thievery. The man you looked up to dearly and spilled everything to. The man who slept with your girlfriend nearly fifteen years ago. The man who'd been gunned down in the street only a couple weeks prior. Your brother, your confidant, your partner in crime, and the most disgusting man you'd ever known.
You still remembered that morning when you returned from a night out with friends, hungover as hell but alert enough to notice the scattered beer bottles on the table, the lack of chatter in the small rented apartment, and best of all, the sight of seventeen-year-old Silene in the arms of thirty-one-year old René. You would've found the surprise and horrified looks on their faces humorous if it hadn't been for the betrayal you felt. Half of the morning was spent arguing with René while Silene cried uncontrollably until you grabbed a few things and got into your car, speeding off down the street and never seeing either of them ever again.
You hardly mourned René when you saw his corpse and face on the news the day of his death. To you, he'd been dead since that fateful day. And you would've moved on, would've finally found some real peace at last, if The Professor hadn't sat beside you at the park a few days later while you watched your kid run around with his friends and offered you a job; A heist that'd leave you with more than enough euros to never work or be apart from your son ever again. Enough money to send him off to college, to find a nice place to settle down, and to live out the rest of your years doing whatever you wanted without having to worry about being arrested during 'work'.
"This reminds me of the night we met." Silene - No, the code names were necessary, she'd been right in that regard - Tokyo said, her finger dragging down your bicep. You rolled your shoulder to shrug her off, huffing out a soft scoff. "You remember that night? They wouldn't let me into the bar 'cause I was a kid but then you and René vouched-"
"We helped you, got you a fake id, let you stay with us when you had an argument with your mom, and the week after you said you loved me, you fucked my brother and now left him for dead. Don't pretend things between us are fine, Tokyo. Don't flirt with me. Don't talk to me like we're old friends. We're strangers. Nothing more, nothing less. If you're that desperate for dick then maybe go hop on Rio or Denver's." You sneered at her, brushing past her with another scoff and making your way back to the party, back to the rest of your colleagues and away from the woman who'd ruined your life.
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La casa de papel NSFW alphabet
Fandom - La casa de papel/Money Heist
Part 3 - From K-O
»» Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 4 ««
Pairing: Nairobi - Berlin - Denver - Tokyo - Professor - Alicia Sierra - x gender neutral reader
Genre: Smut, headcanons
Warning(s): Sexual content! MDNI. Sub/dom, (semi) public, possessiveness, mentions of mommy kinks,
Words: 1.7K
Summary: NSFW alphabet challenge D-F. What are the LCDP characters like in bed?
English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3
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Nairobi
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Sub/dom & authority (in which she is more of a soft domme)
Sex toys (...especially strap-ons 🤭)
Praise & degradation
Breeding
Semi/Public sex
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Preferably in bed
To provide you both comfort and give you good aftercare
Like I’ve said in earlier parts, she won’t mind being a bit risky and doing it in public places ;)
Especially to make you scream her name to let people know who you belong too
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Everything from big romantic/cheesy gestures
…To simple things such as you wearing skimpy clothes or trying to rile her up - she likes it when you act all needy and horny for her
A good, long foreplay gets her going too.
Teasing each other in public
Bonus: Homegirl ain’t scared to slide her hand down your underwears when at a restaurant just to see you flustered
“I can't wait to strip you out of those clothes later.”
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Threesomes or “sharing” you
It’s a big NO
You’re hers, and the thought of someone else touching you the way she does? It doesn’t sit right with her
Anything that makes you uncomfortable turns her off tbh
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Likes both equally
That’s why she likes 69ing with you lol
Very passionate when giving you
Will have you on the couch, leg spread wide whilst she goes down
And B O Y she’s good
When receiving, she loves bringing you to your knees
That way, she can place her legs over your shoulders for her own comfort
…And tease you by squeezing her thighs around you and force you in place
Very loud when receiving, and demanding
If you have longer hair she’ll pull it slightly and guide your head
And VERY praising afterwards
Berlin
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Bondage
Impact play
Dom/sub & discipline
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
The bed, the couch, against the kitchen counter/table…
Prefers a bit privacy
So anywhere at home where he can bend you over will do it
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Simply… You.
And his own fantasies.
Just imagining what he wants to do with you
Or what he wants YOU to do to him, gets him going.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Threesomes and cuckolding
Anything that has to do with sharing you
Seriously, he’ll get seriously offended if you suggest it 😭
Doesn’t like humiliation, neither on you or him
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Homeboy passionate AF
He adores and worships every single inch of you, so ofc he gives you a lot of attention… Down there ;)
He can spend hours giving you oral pleasure
Not only to satisfy you, but because he genuinely gets turned on from going down on someone. It brings him pleasure too
He loves receiving too
Will have you on your knees, loving the sight of you so submissive and eager to please him
Pushing into your warm mouth, rewarding you with praise and LOUD grunts and moans
He hates being the guy to fuck your face
…But if he gets too into it/eager? He’ll do it and not even feel sorry afterwards
He makes up for your gagging and sore throat afterwards tho 🤭
Denver
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Dirty talking
Roleplay
…Breeding ;)
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Anywhere, any time, ALL THE TIME.
He’s a horny guy, what can he say?
If you’re horny, he won’t let you be all bothered
If you’re in public he’ll find a somewhat private spot where you can take care of each other's “problems” ;)
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Y O U
He’s easy to turn on
Kinda pervy when it comes to you, just watching you suck on a lollipop or ice-cream will have him aroused tbh 😭
Nudes too
If you’re comfortable sending them ofc
It’s the biggest motivation EVER, he adores and loves worshiping your naked body
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
He’s not that kinky, so anything that is too “extreme” is not it.
Not that fond off BDSM etc
He’ll try it if you are into it, but it’s not for him
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He prefers receiving tbh
Your warm lips wrapped around his cock works like a charm.
Stressed? Sad? Happy? Angry? Blowjobs!!! 🤪
Still likes giving too
Especially when you show your appreciation with sweet moans
It boosts his ego to know he can make you sound like that
Just love to make you feel good.
Tokyo
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Worship & praise
Degradation
Sex toys
Semi/public sex
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Doesn’t matter really
If she wants you - she NEEDS you, right there, right now
Doesn’t mind fucking you in a dirty restroom if she’s horny for you
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Your presence alone is enough tbh
She is extremely attracted to you and everything you do turns her on
When you bend down to pick something up, smiling at her from across the room…
Touch is her love language, and she loves hugging you
Her hands wandering to your ass, thighs or stomach, feeling your body under her palms… It drives her crazy
Or if you do the same on her.
She melts under your touch and craves more.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Anything where you could end up hurt
Sure she likes to be a bit wild, but your comfort is still prioritized.
She hates the thought of you bruised up in any way (except from hickeys, which she loves giving and receiving)
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Prefers receiving
Just being able to sit back down and enjoy watching your mouth working on her pussy
Tokyo is the person to grind against your mouth
VERY loud too, and praising.
When giving - she likes surprising you
For example dropping to her knees when your least expect it and then work her way down
And she’s good at it too
Professor
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Authority
Roleplay
Dom/sub (in which he prefers being submissive)
Worship & praise
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Sergio is a classy man 💅
Prefers the bed, it’s the most comfy option, after all.
He prefers slow, passionate session in the bedroom
If he’s feeling extra wild he’ll do it in the couch or shower 🤭
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
You teasing him
…Or purposely trying to turn him on - It works.
When you make him feel hot and wanted.
Homeboy have low self-esteem, so you touching him, telling him he’s sexy/good-looking etc not only makes him feel good about himself…
But also flusters him and turns him on 🥹
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
I feel like he is pretty “vanilla”
He is more of a sub, so he prefers it if you are taking charge tho
Likes experimenting but a big no for him is:
Humiliation, pain and being rude/disrespectful towards you
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Prefers giving
He thinks it’s fascinating how you enjoy his oral skills so much
The first times were messy and awkward but he quickly learnt what you liked and improved his skills
His tongue and mouth *chefs kiss*
Could spend hours between your legs, watching you go crazy from something he’s doing
Won’t say no to receiving tho 👀
He’s not so picky, just you wanting to give him a blowjob turns him on
He’ll hold a gentle hand on the back of your head
You will earn some grunts and soft moans from his
Alicia Sierra
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
This one either makes a lot of sense, or not at all.
Mommy kink
Said it before, but she is a domme
She doesn’t necessarily ask you to call her “Mommy”
But still, she likes the thought of dominating you but doing so in a soft way
She’ll absolutely destroy you in bed, whilst whispering words of encouragement and getting turned on by your whimpers and moans
…And even by those pretty tears in your eyes as she edges and overstims you.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Bedroom
She prefers intimacy and privacy
Since she is a bit rougher she wants to provide you with some type of comfort, such as having you on bed, having a pillow behind your back or under your lower abdominal
Although, she’s keen on the idea of taking you in public places if you’re both in the mood, or if you’ve “been bad” ;)
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Turning her on is not a challenge
Wear something revealing - or better, nothing at all! - and she’s ready to take you.
You’re a treasure to her and so beautiful, how can she not be horny for you?
Makes sure to rile you up too
With her wearing tops to show off her cleavage, whispering to you how badly she wants to fuck you…
She also adores you being bratty. She sometimes ignores your need on purpose just to have you cry and turn into a whiny bitch to receive attention
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Yes, she likes being rough, but there are limits
She wouldn’t do something that could hurt you or inflict pain
Anything with blood etc is a big no for her
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Prefers giving
But she expects you to do something in return, to thank her.
Absolutely drives you insane with her skilled tongue and warm lips, finding all the right places and spots to make you scream her name
Knows how to make you cum quickly and her goal is to at least give you 1-2 orgasms
She’s demanding when receiving.
Will have you lay down and sit on your face, grinding it and guiding the movements of your tongue and lips
Loves making you a mess and watching your swollen lips and the way her juices drips on your chin
Rough, fast movements over you as she praises you
Swells with pride as she sees the mess she’s made out of her perfect partner, knowing that you’re hers, and hers only.
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Sinking Hope
Tokyo x F!Reader
Genre: ??
Warnings: Contains Money Heist Korea Spoilers, Alcohol, Swearing, Robbery, Guns, Shooting, Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Denial, Injuries, Blood, Death
Word Count: 4.4k
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Your legs draped off the edge of the drained pool, beer clad in your hand as you droned out the laughter of those behind you. Everything up until this moment had all been fun and games, but now it was the real deal. Tomorrow was the official beginning of the heist and quite possibly the end of your life. Everyone was enjoying their last night of freedom, but you couldn’t bring yourself to celebrate. Bringing the bottle to your lips, you took a swig of the bitter drink. “Hey kid! Are you even old enough to drink?” Nairobi yelled from behind you, a drunken chuckle flying past her lips. Huffing, you rose to your feet with a grunt, flipping her off before strolling away.
The ghost of a smile crept onto your face as you arrived in front of a familiar door, knocking on it three times. “Fuck off Rio!” Tokyo yelled, her voice coming out muffled. “It’s just me,” you spoke, the door swinging open a few moments later. “What’s up?” She questioned, moving aside to let you in when you offered her a bottle of beer. Shutting the door behind you, she plopped down on the bed, offering you a place by her side. Silently taking a seat, you stared blankly at the window ahead, eyes trained on the stars. “Are you ready for tomorrow?” Tokyo asked, lightly patting your back before taking a swig of beer. Merely humming in response, you placed the bottle on the floor, anxiously fiddling with your fingers.
“What are you worried about?” She interrogated, placing her own drink down as she turned to face you. “Everything,” you mumbled, nerves getting the best of you as you picked at the skin of your fingers. “As long as everyone does their job, it’ll all be fine,” Tokyo assured, sending you a tight lipped smile. “How can you possibly know that?” You question incredulously, leg jumping up and down with unease. “Because I believe in the professor,” she spoke with conviction, resting her hand atop your thigh. Shaking your head rapidly in uncertainty, you began to spiral, each thought worse than the previous. “Hey,” Tokyo muttered gently, cupping your cheeks, forcing you to meet her stern gaze.
“You trust me, right?” The older girl asked, caressing your cheeks with the pads of her thumbs in hopes of comforting you. Nodding hesitantly as you stared into her chocolate orbs that swirled with sincerity, gulping at the close proximity of your faces. “Then believe me when I say everything will be okay,” she proposed, sending you a small smile. Sighing, you reluctantly nodded your head, expecting her to let go, but she only gazed deeper into your eyes. “Tokyo?” You questioned, voice unsteady as you caught sight of something unfamiliar dancing in her eyes. She hummed distractedly, gaze flickering down to your lips, and then back to your eyes. “Tokyo…” You trailed off as her face began to inch closer to yours experimentally, lips lingering just short of yours.
She groaned in frustration as several drunken knocks interrupted just before she could capture your lips. “What is it?” Tokyo grit out in annoyance, yanking the door open to meet Rio’s innocent smile. “Tokyo!!” He shouted in excitement, words slurred as he stumbled into the room. Tripping over his own feet, he fell into Tokyo, slumping against the poor girl as she held him up with a grunt. “Idiot,” the older girl shook her head in disappointment, flicking him on the forehead. Rio whined in pain, wrapping his arms around her as he drunkenly babbled about how great she was. “I’m gonna get some fresh air,” you mumbled, waving sarcastically before slipping away. “Wait!” Tokyo yelled after you, followed by a thud and a loud yelp, but you were already out the door.
Walking aimlessly through the halls of the large building, you ran a frustrated hand through your hair when you realised you’d left your drink behind. “Hey!” Tokyo shouted after you, her voice echoing throughout the corridor as she jogged to catch up. “Hey?” You muttered in confusion, wondering what had happened to the drunk boy that followed her everywhere. “Why’d you leave?” She questioned, chest rising and falling rhythmically as she caught her breath. “Um, you looked busy,” you responded lamely, avoiding her piercing gaze. An awkward tension arose between the two of you as your mind wandered to your previous interaction. You could tell she was thinking the same by the way her eyes unconsciously travelled to your lips.
“What did you do with Rio?” You asked in an attempt to rid yourselves of the painfully awkward tension. “He passed out with half his body on the floor and the other half on my bed, so I just left him there.” Tokyo responded with a careless shrug, chuckling as your expression morphed into one of surprise. “By the time you get back he will have already vomited on your bed,” you shuddered at the thought, face scrunched up in disgust. “Oh, I’m not going back,” she mentioned casually, the ghost of a smile creeping onto her face. “Huh? Then where will you sleep?” You tilted your head in confusion, brows furrowed as you stared at her. “With you,” Tokyo stated simply, a smirk tugging at her lips as coughed in shock. “Come on,” she urged with a playful smile, grabbing you by the wrist and dragging you back towards the plethora of rooms.
She tugged you into your room as if it were her own, letting go only to make herself comfortable on your single bed that was far too small for two people. “I can sleep on the floor if you’d like,” you offered, scratching the back of your neck in discomfort. “Get over here, idiot,” Tokyo grinned at your awkwardness, pulling you on to the bed. You landed with half your body atop hers, a grunt leaving your lips as you attempted to brace yourself. Your eyes were blown wide in shock as you stared down at her, blinking owlishly as smirked up at you. “Sorry,” you muttered apologetically, rolling off her to stare up at the ceiling. Your shoulder was pressed firmly against hers, crammed in together on the bed.
“Idiot,” Tokyo grumbled, roughly tugging you into her side, your head landing atop her chest. You tensed in her hold, tilting your head to stare up at her in surprise. “What?” She asked, raising a perfectly sculpted brow, tightening her grip on your waist. “Nothing,” you mumbled shyly, heat rushing to your cheeks as you dropped your head back to her chest. You whined at the feeling of her chest rumbling with laughter, burying your face into the crook of her neck in embarrassment. “Good night,” she whispered, a teasing grin spreading across her face. “Night,” you mumbled, eyes fluttering closed as you allowed yourself to succumb to sleep, far too comfortable in her arms for your own good.
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This wasn’t supposed to happen. No one was meant to die, everyone should’ve made it out alive, whether they were hostages or robbers. No lives should’ve been lost, but it had all gone horribly wrong. You paced anxiously through the halls, hands trembling by your sides. One of the hostages had been shot, you distinctly remembered the deafening bang that echoed throughout the establishment. Your heart thrashed wildly in your chest, eyes unblinking as your chest rose and fell rapidly. Flinching as a nearby door slammed shut, sounding far too similar to the gunshot that had ended someone's life mere minutes ago. Beginning to feel light headed, you braced yourself against the wall, squeezing your eyes tightly shut.
Your legs trembled, knees weakening significantly as you slid down the wall. Hearing your own gun clatter to the floor made your chest tighten, ear ringing as you pulled your knees up to your chest. Swallowing harshly as you gasped for air, feeling your throat begin to constrict. An innocent person had lost their life and you had played a part in their death. Tears streamed endlessly down your cheeks, sobs ripping from your throat as a vision of Misun’s lifeless face appeared in your mind. “Y/n!” Tokyo shouted in alarm upon finding you curled up in the hall, body rocking back and forwards. Crouching down beside you, she brushed the hair from your face, reaching down to grasp your hand on her own.
She didn’t care that you squeezed her hand so tight it hurt, she just needed you to know that she was there. Tokyo brought your other hand to her chest, letting you feel the steady rise and fall of her chest. Her forehead creased in a frown as another broken sob bubbled from your lips, eyes still held tightly shut. “Come on, let me see those pretty eyes,” she whispered, a proud, encouraging grin spreading across her face as your eyes hesitantly fluttered open. “Good girl, you’re doing great. Can you breathe with me?” Tokyo questioned as gently as possible, afraid that her voice may startle you. Blinking back the tears that blurred your vision, you nodded your head stiffly, feeling your lungs begin to burn.
“Just like that,” she smiled, releasing a sigh of relief as you began to calm down, sobs turning into small hiccups. She took your chin between her thumb and forefinger upon noticing your fearful gaze lock onto her gun, tilting your head to meet her gaze instead. “Everything’s gonna be okay,” she assured, sending you a tight lipped smile. “You think you can stand for me? I’ve got something to show you,” Tokyo mentioned, her unusually warm gaze bringing you an odd sense of comfort. You hummed with a reluctant nod, not trusting your voice enough to speak. “Here, I’ll help you,” she rose to her feet, offering you her hand. You let her pull you up with a firm tug, her arm snaking around your waist as a precaution.
You tried not to let your mind wander as she guided you through the complex corridors, focusing on the way her fingers pressed into your hip with a firmness that kept you grounded. “We’re here,” Tokyo whispered in your ear, breath tickling your skin. Lifting your gaze, you found yourself blinking in surprise at the sight of Denver standing before you. You gulped audibly upon catching a glimpse of the blood splatters that adorned his neck, stiffening in Tokyo’s hold. “It’s not what you think,” she assured, nodding her head towards the ajar door. Hesitantly peeking inside, a gasp of disbelief flew past your lips, there sat Misun, alive and breathing. “Are you sure she should be here?” Denver questioned, looking at the wounded girl in unease. “I trust her,” Tokyo stated, the ghost of a smile tugging at her lips as she glanced at you.
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Fuck, why did things keep going so awfully wrong? There was an agent inside and he planned on killing Tokyo. The mere thought had your stomach churning uncomfortably, lungs burning as you sprinted through the establishment. You didn’t have time to think about what the several gunshots that echoed throughout the building could mean for her life. Adrenaline fueled you to push harder, moving at a speed in which you never knew you could. Rounding the corner, you crashed straight into an unsuspecting person, toppling over and bringing them down with you. “Easy there,” a familiar voice spoke with a chuckle, your eyes wide as you gazed up at Tokyo. “You’re alive!” You cried out in relief, tackling her to the ground in a hug.
“Not for long if you keep squeezing me so tightly,” she coughed, shooting you an amused grin as you retracted yourself from her. “Sorry,” you muttered, eyes searching her body for any sustained injuries. “I’m fine,” Tokyo huffed, but you ignored her, frowning deeply upon catching sight of a dark red patch of blood on her shirt. “It’s not mine,” she assured, reaching out to grasp your hand. “You promise you’re not hurt?” You asked, eyes swirling with concern. “I promise, I’m not easy to kill,” she smirked, panicking as your eyes turned glassy. “Don’t even joke about that! I thought you were dead,” you sniffled, glaring up at her. “I couldn’t leave you,” she teased, patting your head with an affectionate smile as you clung onto her for dear life.
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You stared at the scene before you with wide eyes, watching as Berlin began to push Tokyo towards the open door. Parting your lips to take the claim you were the traitor, the words dying on the tip of your tongue as Nairobi jumped in front of them in a panic. “I’m the traitor,” she announced, a breath of relief slipping past your lips as everything came screeching to a halt. The matter was resolved in mere moments, but nothing was ever that easy when it came to the heist. Your brows furrowed in confusion as Tokyo revealed her plan to leave was still in motion, your head cocked to the side as she spoke to the group. Gnawing on the inside of your cheek as you watched a look of reluctance crossed her features, gaze conflicted as she continued. You knew it was important to get in contact with the professor, but you just wished it didn’t have to be her.
Reaching out to tug on her arm, you discreetly tugged her away from the scene for a brief moment. “You’re really leaving?” You asked, knowing it was a stupid question. Tokyo hummed in affirmation, shoulders tense as she glanced at the door in unease. “You promised everything would be okay,” you whispered, voice breaking mid-sentence. “And it will be,” she spoke with conviction, unsure as to who she was trying to convince. “I believe you,” you muttered, eyes filling with unshed tears as you allowed yourself to pretend that it was all fine for a brief moment. “I’ll come back for you, I promise,” she said, glancing down to your joined hands, lacing your fingers together.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” you responded with a sad smile, letting the tears freely cascade down your cheeks. “I mean it. I’m not leaving you, not now, not ever.” Tokyo promised, her chocolate brown orbs that swirled with sincerity leaving you no choice but to believe her. “I’ll hold you to that,” you pointed an accusatory finger at her. “I’ll kill you myself if you don’t make it back,” you sniffled, a watery chuckle leaving your parted pink lips that she wanted nothing more than to kiss. “I guess this is goodbye,” Tokyo mumbled, squeezing your hand gently before reluctantly letting it go. “Don’t take too long,” you demanded, leaning up to press a lingering kiss to her cheek that felt painfully final. She blinked in surprise, nodding dumbly as a blush dusted her cheeks, desperately trying to remain stoic.
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You stared anxiously at Tokyo who stood stiffly in the hall, shoulders tensed and face blank. Nothing looked out of the ordinary, but you knew something was bothering the usually composed girl. Approaching her carefully, you offered her a small smile in hopes of easing her worries. “I’m glad you made it back safely,” you spoke, earning a distracted hum in response as she stared over your shoulder, refusing to meet your gaze. This definitely wasn’t the reunion you’d imagined, but everything about this heist so far had been unexpected, this was no different. “What are you thinking about?” You questioned with a frown, staring up at her in concern. “It’s not important right now,” she mumbled, tongue poking the inside of her cheek in mild annoyance.
“Are you worried about the new plan?” You asked, trying to meet her gaze, but to no avail. Huffing, she ran a hand through her hair in frustration as you continued to press her for answers. “Talk to me,” you pleaded, her jaw clenching in vexation. “Stop,” Tokyo muttered, hands curling into fists by her sides. “Look at me,” you begged, her harsh glare meeting your wide eyes. “I said stop,” she growled, taking a menacing step toward you. “Not until you tell me what’s wrong,” you shook your head in refusal, taking one step backwards for each step she forwards. “Everything’s fucking wrong!” She yelled, finally breaking as she backed you up against the cold wall with a painful thud.
“Oslo’s dead, Moscow’s dying, we have to be out of here in a day and the tunnel’s nowhere near finished!” She listed off every problem, eyes distant and filled with rage as she gripped your collar, keeping you pressed firmly against the wall. “Tokyo..” You trailed off with furrowed brows, trying to keep your composure. “You know why I’m so mad?” She snarled, grabbing your wrist as you attempted to push her away gently. “It’s because even when all that shit is going on, all I can fucking think about is you.” Tokyo yelled in frustration, lips twisted in a scowl as she tightened her grip on you in anger. “Tokyo, you’re hurting me,” you mumbled, but she ignored you, nails digging into your skin, leaving crescent shaped indents in her wake.
“I can’t stop thinking about how it could’ve been you that got shot and not Moscow. Fuck, I don’t know what I’d do with myself.” Tokyo gritted out, face hovering mere inches from yours. Gently prying her hand off your wrist, you reached up to cup her cheek, staring up into her chocolate orbs that swirled with uncertainty. You swallowed harshly as her gaze travelled to your mouth, licking her lips unconsciously. Rising to your tippy toes, you hesitantly began to lean closer, lips lingering just short of hers. Tokyo’s eyes were unfocussed as she gazed at you hungrily, lips barely brushing against yours before she jerked back. “Fuck,” she muttered, running her hands through her hair in distress.
“You distract me,” she admitted, eyes trained ahead thoughtfully, voice strained. You sucked your bottom lip between your teeth as she sent you a sideways glance. “I don’t have time for distractions,” Tokyo uttered with no ounce of emotion, eyes dull, her cold, piercing gaze sending a chill down your spine. She turned away before you could even begin to protest her claims, retreating down the corridor. Your eyes shined hopefully as she glanced over her shoulder, staring at you blankly. “Get back to work,” Tokyo ordered, shoving her hands into her pockets as she disappeared round the corner, leaving you hurt and confused, head spinning as thoughts raced through your head at a speed you couldn’t comprehend.
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Your mind was hazy throughout the rushed preparation, clouded with thoughts of Tokyo as you worked mindlessly. Catching yourself unconsciously bringing your fingers to your lips, remembering the feeling of her lips brushing against your before they were abruptly ripped away. Shaking your head in disapproval, you focused on the task at hand. Tokyo had made it abundantly clear that she wanted nothing to do with you, the thought leaving your heart aching painfully in your chest. The look in her eyes told you there was nothing you could do to convince her otherwise, so all you could do was obey her wishes. “You alright kid?” Nairobi approached you out of concern, placing a hand on your shoulder. Just as you parted your lips to dismiss her worries, the sound of repetitive gunfire halted you.
The two of you looked to each other with eyes wide in alarm, “they’re early,” you rushed out in a panic. You began running towards the sound without a second thought, Nairobi hot on your tail, increasing your pace upon hearing Rio’s screams of agony. Nothing could have prepared you for the sight of Tokyo laying deathly still in Rio’s arms as he cried out her name. Ignoring Nairobi’s shouts of protest, you rushed to her side, tears springing to your eyes as you desperately tried to shake her awake. Paying no mind to the faint sting in your side as shattered glass scattered all around you, Tokyo being your only concern. With a shaky hand, you pressed your fingers to her neck, struggling to find her pulse. A choked sob ripped from your lips as her eyes abruptly snapped open, Rio pulling her into a tight hug as her chest heaved up and down.
Meeting her gaze over his shoulder for a brief moment, your eyes glassy as she stared blankly at you. “Let’s hurry and get out of here,” she ordered, avoiding your gaze as her eyes swirled with guilt. “Tokyo..” You muttered, voice unsteady as you watched her with furrowed brows. Rising to her feet, she rushed to Nairobi’s aid, beginning to shoot back at the shielded men. Following her with a frown, you did the same. Perhaps once you got out of this place you would sit down and have a proper conversation, but that could wait for now. You shot blindly at the armed officers, disregarding the now searing pain in your abdomen, ducking down and covering your mouth as tear gas fogged your vision.
You stumbled through the gas, the now unbearable pain in your side almost brought you to your knees. “Come on,” Tokyo yelled, pulling you through the exit by your sleeve as you coughed. Sweat trickled down your unhealthily pale face, legs burning as you tried to keep up with the rest, barely making it to the safe. Your breaths were sharp and unsteady as you were ushered down the ladder, Tokyo following closely behind you as you staggered through the tunnel. Legs shaking unsteadily as you stumbled towards the professor, their exchange falling deaf in your ears as you kept your gaze firmly on Tokyo, afraid of what you might find if you looked down to your stomach. All you knew was that something was seriously wrong.
“Tokyo,” you uttered weakly, grasping her hand before she could jump into the water. “What is it?” She questioned harshly, whipping her head around to face you. Her brows furrowed in confusion as you collapsed against her, a firm grip on your hips kept you from falling. “I’m sorry,” you murmured, slumping in her hold as she looked down to you with wide eyes. “No no no,” she muttered in disbelief, shaking her head rapidly in refusal as her eyes travelled to the blood that seeped through your jumpsuit. Tokyo’s eyes blurred with tears as she gently lowered you to the ground, cradling your body in her arms. “How bad is it?” You asked, the older girl clenching her jaw as she swallowed a sob that threatened to bubble from her throat.
Assessing your wound with a frown, she glanced back at you with her bottom lips sucked between her teeth. “You’re gonna be fine, we’re both making it out of this alive.” She declared, nose twitching as she sniffled, a sad smile adorning your lips as she lied. “What will we do when we get out?” You asked, fighting to keep your eyes from fluttering shut as you exhaled sharply. Tokyo’s lips tugged upwards in a thoughtful smile as she gazed down at you with glassy eyes. “You always said you wanted to travel the world,” she reminisced, a grin spreading across your face as you recalled the night you’d stayed up all night talking about everything and anything. Humming in content, your eyes began to droop, the urge to succumb to ‘sleep’ becoming much harder to resist in Tokyo’s comforting hold.
“Why did it have to be you?” Tokyo finally broke, reaching down to brush the hair from your face, gently caressing your cheek with the pad of her thumb. “I’m sorry,” you apologised, forehead creasing in a frown. “I should be the one saying that,” she complained, blinking back unshed tears as your breaths began to quicken. “It doesn’t matter now. I already forgave you,” you replied, struggling to get the words out. “You should save your breath,” Tokyo ordered, a stray tear cascading down her cheeks. “We never stood a chance, did we?” You managed to stutter out, a deep frown plastered on her features. Your hand trembled as you reached up to swipe the tears from her cheeks, she leaned down to meet you halfway with a sniffle.
“We can still-” She stopped as your breaths became ragged, your hand dropping to your side limply. “Tokyo, I’m scared,” you confessed weakly, head lulling to the side as your fingers twitched. “It’s okay, I’m here,” she assured, reaching for your trembling hand, giving it a calming squeeze. Her heart clenched in her chest as you tried to return the gesture with a weak grip, tears freely flowing down her cheeks. “I know it’s bad timing-” you coughed, wincing in pain, eyes barely open. “But I think I love you,” you admitted with a watery chuckle, voice almost inaudible, but she heard you loud and clear. “I don’t expect you to-” you began, but she abruptly surged forwards, lips smashing against yours in a bruising kiss.
You finally allowed your eyes to flutter shut, faintly aware of the salty taste of your tears as her soft lips moved against yours. A blissful sigh escaped your parted lips as she deepened the kiss, her hands cupping your cheeks as she desperately tried to convey her feelings. “I love you too,” Tokyo whispered against your lips, forehead pressed to your as her eyes fluttered open. You remain unmoving, the hint of a content smile plastered on her sickly pale face. “Y/n?” She questioned, lips quivering as she stared down at your peaceful expression with eyes that shone with fresh tears. “Y/n?!” Tokyo cried out, shaking your shoulders in a desperate attempt to wake you. “No..” She muttered in disbelief, voice cracking as a sob ripped from her throat.
Nairobi and Helsinki approached her carefully, tears of their own threatening to fall. “We have to go,” the older woman muttered regretfully, looking down to your lifeless body with a frown. Helsinki reluctantly pulled Tokyo up from the ground, dragging her away from you as she thrashed in his grip. She didn’t care if she was being unreasonable, she promised she would never leave you, she wanted to stay by your side, heist be damned. “Can’t you do something?!” Tokyo pleaded with Rio, but he only shook his head gravely, unable to meet her pained gaze. “Y/n wouldn’t want this, she would have wanted you to live,” Nairobi said, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. Tokyo stared at you from afar, watching as you faded into the darkness as she was hauled further into the water.
“I don’t want to live without her,” Tokyo whispered weakly with teary eyes, a heart wrenching sob ripping from her throat.
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Me 🤝 wanting to write for fandoms no one reads or writes anymore
So I'm adding now new fandoms and characters
Money Heist
'cause I'm rewatching my comfort show
Alicia Sierra
Berlin
Denver
El Professor
Lisbon
Nairobi
Palermo
Rio
Tokyo
Station 19
Andrea Herera
Maya Bishop
Victoria Hughes
#money heist#money heist x reader#la casa de papel x reader#la casa de papel#alicia sierra x reader#berlin x reader#tokyo x reader#rio x reader#palermo x reader#nairobi x reader#denver x reader#professor x reader#lisbon x reader#station 19#station 19 x reader#andrea herrera x reader#jack gibson x reader#maya bishop x reader#victoria hughes x reader
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money heist korea fics? anyone?
#berlin#money heist#money heist korea#money heist joint economic area#moneyheistkoreaxreader#rio x reader#money heist korea x reader#berlin x reader#tokyo x reader#nairobi x reader#denver x reader
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Australia and Italy II
Pairing: Tokyo x fem!reader
Summary: After an explosive fight, Sydney and Palermo are officially broken up. While Sydney is heartbroken by her ex-partner's words, Palermo once again mourns Berlìn's death. The woman then finds love, care and comfort in another person's arms, who makes her feel everything that Palermo did and didn't.
Warnings: angst, fluff, major character death, SPOILERS
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Sydney felt humiliated, heartbroken, lied to.
She walked away from his room, holding back her cries because of the echo in the corridors. She walked through the whole bank, until she found a fairly lonely corner and sat in it. There, she sobbed and cried. She cried herself to sleep, a part of her knowing that they wouldn't find her even if they looked for her. She needed to be alone. Her scars were opened badly and she needed time to heal.
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Palermo sat on the couch, looking at the floor, zoned out. Someone knocked on the door and entered. Tokyo poked her head in.
"Palermo, we can't find Sydney, do you happen to know where she is?" she asked.
He just shook him head, holding back from saying too much.
"For Christ's sake, you're a terrible boyfriend. You don't even care to know where she is." She said in disgust.
"I'm not her boyfriend. Not anymore." He said.
"...what?" she said in shock. "What did you do to her?!"
"I screwed her up really bad. I told her some really cruel things. And now we're not together anymore." he replied.
"You're disgusting. You threw away this amazing girl who openly admitted to me that she would die for you, when it's clear that you wouldn't even do the bare minimum for her. Tell me, have you ever dried her tears? Have you ever been with her without having Berlìn on your mind for even a split second? Have you ever brought her chocolate or taken care of her when she was on her period?" She scoffed, throwing her hands up in the air. "Honestly, I judge her for not breaking up with you sooner."
With that, Tokyo closed the door behind her, leaving Palermo with a feeling of guilt at the pit of his stomach.
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"Sydney? Sydney, where are you?" she heard a female voice call her and froze, holding her breath in hopes of going unnoticed. Someone opened the door and she lifted her gaze to see someone walking closer to her. Tokyo.
"Hey." she said soothingly and sat down next to her. "Something happened with Palermo?"
Sydney nodded. "I don't wanna talk about it. Not now."
"That's okay. Come here." Tokyo opened her arms and she plopped down into her embrace. She had no tears left to cry. She just laid her head on her lap and looked at the ceiling. But she also noticed how she felt a spark run up her body when their bare skin brushed together.
"Whenever you're ready, we can go back with the others, okay?" She nodded and nuzzled into her touch. "I know he told you some really terrible things. Whatever he told you, don't listen to him. He's a shitty person and an even shittier boyfriend. You're way too good for him."
Sydney smiled, moved. Palermo had never said that to her, and anything similar was a lie.
"Thank you." she said softly.
...
After a day of complete loneliness, only allowing Tokyo in, Sydney started warming back up to her life again. When she came back to the center of the Bank, the others were relieved and gave her lots of affection, while Palermo stood on the corner, facing away, as if punishing himself.
Sydney still kept away from the others, but still spent time in the same room, all the while pretending Palermo wasn't there to save herself some pain. The only person she'd talk to was Tokyo, who always knew exactly what to say to calm her down.
Palermo, on the other hand, was out of control. He failed to value what the girl felt for him and it pushed him over the edge. First, he rebelled and tried to leave the Bank, as he lost his love for the plan. As they were forced to tie him up, he was concerningly talking to Gandìa more often than not. He had lost control, he had lost sight of his priorities, starting when he threw her away for someone that had died over a year ago.
...
One night, Sydney was on watch with Tokyo. Everybody was asleep except for the two women, and after weeks of stress and days of heartbreak, Sydney finally felt relaxed.
"Are you feeling any better?" Tokyo asked her gently. She didn't want to push her because she knew wounds take time to heal.
"A bit, yes. I think getting away from him helped me see straight. With him, the atmosphere was toxic, and he neglected me a lot." She replied, sighing in content.
"I know. I'm really sorry." She smiled sweetly.
A moment of comfortable silence fell over them, until Sydney broke it.
"I'm ready to talk about it." she blurted out and the two sat down.
Then she told Tokyo everything from the very beginning: their first meeting, their first kiss, their relationship, his bond with Andrès, everything that led up to their breakup. And Tokyo was feeling extremely involved. Hearing everything he had done to her made her heart clench in her chest, cover her mouth with her hand and hold back tears of sympathy.
When she was done, Tokyo had heard enough.
"I could kill him if you want me to." she joked, but in a half-serious tone.
"No, please don't," she chuckled. "He made the plan, we need him alive."
"Can I at least beat him up? Please?" She tilted her head.
"No, Tokyo," she laughed. "You already told him off. And he's going crazy, too. He's had enough."
"How do you still care about him? He told you to die, after he made you believe you were the center of his world. He wanted to get close to Berlìn all this time." She said.
"I know. But I don't want to focus on him. I'm just glad I got out of it." she responded.
Tokyo cupped her cheek with one hand, which made her blush furiously, and suddenly she was glad the dark hid her flushed face. "You look gorgeous." she said softly as she admired how the moonlight bounced off her eyes. Sydney leaned into her hand, kissing her palm and smiling at her. She was suddenly surprised at how Tokyo made her feel, it was new, it was different, a breath of fresh air after two years of toxicity. She inched closer to her face, up to where she could feel her warm breath fanning over her lips.
"Can... can I..?" Tokyo asked, and Sydney nodded her head once. And there, under the glistening moonlight and silent and cozy atmosphere of the room, their lips met in a gentle kiss, filled with care and compassion. Her stomach was bursting with fireworks as Tokyo showed her the love she needed all her life. She suddenly pulled away, a hint of shame in her eyes.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. I don't want to rush you into anything. You just take your time, okay? And when you're ready, I'll be here waiting for you so I can show you everything that idiot didn't." She said.
Sydney smiled and took her face in her hands. "Thank you for being so considerate."
...
A week passed and Sydney was ready to start dating Tokyo, to which the latter responded wonderfully. The new couple started getting intimate in front of the team as well, which made them all thrilled, except for Palermo.
He forced himself to act indifferent to their relationship, but in reality he hated every bit of it. He hated how every time he turned around to face them, they were either hugging, kissing, holding hands or one had an arm wrapped around the other. He hated how happy Sydney looked with her. He hated that his ex had started dating the one who staged a coup against him. He hated how Tokyo showed him how she should have been treated. But most importantly, he hated that he was the cause of all this.
And one day, he had had enough. He pulled Sydney away to talk in private, to Tokyo's dismay.
When Palermo closed the door, she crossed her arms and looked at him impatiently. "What do you want, Martín?"
"Why are you going out with Tokyo?" He asked.
"You really had the nerve to come here and ask me that, after everything you've said to me?" She laughed humorlessly. "God, you're impossible."
"I'm really sorry. I know you probably don't want to hear any of it, but I am. With all my heart." He said sincerely, a hint of desperation in his voice.
"They say that from every relationship you learn something. Well, you've taught me more than anybody I've ever dated. And I've had enough now. You're right, I should be in Andrés' place now, I wish I hadn't existed so that I wasn't an obstacle to you and him. I really hope that he loved you back. You deserve happiness and love as well." Sydney replied.
At those words, Palermo's heart clenched. He had broken her, maybe even far beyond reparation. He desperately wanted to give her a hug and to never let go, to whisper apologies and compliments in her ear and then kiss and fuck her senseless, just like he did when they first got together. But now it was hopeless. He had a chance with her, and he blew it. Now it was Tokyo's turn. And deep down, he hoped she wouldn't make the same mistake he did and let her go.
As she realized she left him speechless, she walked out the door without saying anything.
...
"You told Gandía how to escape?! Are you out of your mind?! What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Sydney yelled at Palermo, who looked at her like a beaten-up dog. She threw her arms in the air, and decided that she had never been this angry. "Now he kidnapped Tokyo. It wasn't enough for you to ruin me, you had to ruin my relationship too. Of course you did."
She was worried sick for her. Gandía was a crazy psychopath, he could have done anything to Tokyo by now: she could be wounded, she could be dying, she could be already dead. She prayed to whoever was watching her to save Tokyo, to bring her back alive, if not untouched. And she was incredibly angry at Palermo. If Tokyo died, she would have spent the rest of her life hating him, resenting him until her very last breath.
"Nothing is going to happen to her, Sydney. It's a part of the plan." He said calmly, so calmly that he winced at himself.
"Oh, how reassuring. It's a pity, because I don't remember you running it by me!" She exclaimed exasperated and stormed out of the room, slamming the door in his face.
...
Battle of the Bank of Spain, days later
She was crouched next to Tokyo as the Browning machine gun fired shots at the police. A layer of blood ran from her jaw down her neck and she was exhausted.
"Sydney, leave. Go with Denver." She suddenly said, and the woman didn't move an inch.
"No." She replied strictly, recharging the gun as they hid behind the trench.
"Yes. Go, now. Get to safety, you'll be better off there." She said.
"No. I've lost enough people, and I'm not planning on losing you, too." Sydney said.
"Go. Now. I'm not asking you. I'm telling you." She weakly pushed her away, but she resisted easily.
"Only if you come with me." She said, her eyes filling with tears.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart." Tokyo replied, also choking up as she stroked her partner's cheeks. "Don't be sad. I'll be going on a trip. A trip to somewhere better. But it's the first day of you new life. You've got a lot of lives to live, baby."
"No," she whimpered, clutching her to her chest.
"You need to leave, because it's party time." She said and grabbed onto the sniper, firing shots at the militaries.
"NO! TOKYO!" She yelled, trying to grab her hand and pull her away. "NO!"
Tokyo had had enough. She grabbed Sydney and forced her down the chute. "Goodbye, my love. Good luck on your next life."
Sydney sobbed as she let go of the sheets, falling down and bouncing up on a mattress. Denver immediately rushed to her and held her tightly as she cried desperately. They could hear shots, then she yelled as she got hit, which made Sydney cry harder. The Browning shot suddenly stopped, which could only mean one thing.
"TOKYO!" She yelled, crying loudly. She could barely breathe as a pause in the fight was heard, but was broken for good as seconds later, an explosion rang out.
She felt numb. Both emotionally and physically. She desperately wanted to hate Palermo for this, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She just felt so empty, so unmotivated that she couldn't even feel rancor towards the person whose decision could have avoided all this.
She had lost count of the people she had lost in robberies, but she hoped that Tokyo would be the last.
...
End of the heist
They had gotten out alive.
Sydney wished Tokyo could have been there to live this wonderful moment: the team finally collecting fake passports and boarding the helicopter.
When she saw Martìn looking at her apologetically, she walked to him with a soft smile on her face, one that avoided any sort of hostility. "Well, now we're even. I'm responsible for the love of your life's death and you're responsible for the death of mine."
"No, don't say that. It wasn't your fault. I shouldn't have blamed you. I'm sorry." he dismissed and grabbed her hands in his bigger ones.
To his surprise, she gave him a hug. It took him a few seconds to respond, but he soon wrapped his arms tightly around her. "I probably know the answer to this, but... do you think you could give me another chance? Please?"
She sighed, shaking her head softly. "No, honey. I'm sorry."
He pressed his lips into a thin line, disappointed but not surprised at all. "I understand why. I think I would have judged you if you had said yes."
She laughed and gave him another hug. "Goodbye, Martìn."
#lcdp#la casa de papel x reader#lcdp palermo#lcdp x reader#tokyo x reader#netflix#money heist x reader#money heist
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They deserved it
-masterlist of the story-
/y-n pov/
As we left the room I started giving orders.
"Berlin you will go with us, Denver you are with victims"
We went to our side he went to his. As we entered the now my office i was waiting for them to tell me everything.
Aguni stepped in front.
"Aguni! Your right hand!!"
"You may speak"
"Police will get in soon, victims tried to run away, they failed. They were punish for that!!"
"Good"
Aguni nodded and got back to others.
"How much of the time we have?" I asked.
"3 hours boss", Hatter said.
"Shit", i said.
I took the phone and called Arisu, but the person who picked it up wasn't the person i was looking for.
"Hello my love", she said.
"Mom..??" I said.
"Yes baby. I got here to help."
"Give me Arisu"
As she wanted to say something i heard explosion. Police got inside. I got down I saw my people laying on the gorund.
"OI!!!" I said.
They got there heads up and we saw that there are no victims. Power was down and police wasn't there?
"Boss what happened??" Aguni said.
I was so confused. How did everyone just disappear? As I wanted to say something some people got into building and some woman's voice
"Welcome to game. Difficulty: 2 of ♣️. Game's name: Blue and Red. We have two teams blue and red. First team who finds the mask wins. Time:2h. Time starts"
We didn't understand anything. One girl came to us.
"Look at your phone it will show you which team you are".
We looked at the phone and all of us were red. The girl was blue team.
"Oh looks like we are not in the same team. If you want to live, you need to win this. When times go out a laser will kill all of us if someone doesn't find the mask. If someone finds it than that team will live, other will die. If you win you get days on your visa. If you ran out of days you die" She said.
We just nodded and started looking for that mask. After hour and half Hatter found it and we won. Others got killed.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~time skip~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
We are here for over a year now. We created a Beach. Place where people can stay when they get to this world. Even Arisu and others came to this world. For our safety we dress only in swimsuits, well Militants don't have to but others need to wear. I changed my clothes. If i feel like wearing swimsuit than I will wear it that day, if I don't i will wear clothes. I don't feel like being boss here so I let Hatter be one. But if I see that he is getting out of control I get it into my hands.
I was hanging out with Kuina, Arisu, Chishiya and Usagi and of course Militants came to us.
"(Name) we need you" Aguni said.
I looked at them and Niragi was looking at my boobs of course.
"Hey my eyes are here love" I said.
He looked at my eyes and just smirked. I got up and went with them.
"What?" I said.
"Berlin wants to see you, he said he needs you" Aguni said.
I can see Niragi was a little bit jealous.
"Alright you are free now. You can go" I said.
Everyone went there ways except Niragi.
"What?" I asked and took cigarette.
"At least change your outfit princess" he said a little bit worried.
"Why??"
I knew why I gad swimsuit on that day I understand why but i just wanted to llay a little.
"Don't play with me or..." He said.
"Or what?" I asked and came closer.
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A/N: Im back. I will try to write more parts, but i have writing block now so im so sorry for not having part sooner.💓
#niragi alice in borderland#alice in borderland#niragi x reader#lacasa de papel#tokyo lacasa de papel#berlin x reader#tokyo x reader#Nairobi x reader#nairobi#lacasa de papel rio#rio x reader#chishiya x reader#arisu#usagi#kuina#niragi#aguni#professor#hatter
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Imagine being dean winchester's (supernatural) daughter and being part of the tokyo manji gang (tokyo revengers)
#supernatural#supernatural x reader#dean winchester x daughter reader#tokyo x reader#badass reader#imagine
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i would let this man bang me so hard with no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen door to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I grasp for air, scream and huff, upside down on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on the chair, being carried, against a wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in a car, on the motorcycle, in the bed of a trunk, in a trampoline, in a bounce house, inside a pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, having the most toe curling, toe clenching, back arching, legs shaking, fist clenching, muffled sounds, ear ringing, mouth drooling, nose drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, can't take it anymore, legs divorcing and breaking in half, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, fireworks, sheet gripping, knuckle cracking, jaw dropping, soul snatching, over stimulating, ovulating, vile, sloppy, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, Beasley, devilishly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, black hole cresting, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, body numbing, can't walk, head nodding, volcano erupting, sweat rolling. Voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, skin peeling, pussy popping, back cuts, heavenly, devils tango, and still worth it.
#jjk choso#choso smut#choso kamo#gojo satoru#jjk#jjk x reader#jjk gojo#jujutsu kaisen#geto suguru#sukuna#jjk itadori#choso x reader#jujutsu kaisen choso#jjk smut#tokyo rev izana#gojo x reader#jujutsu gojo#megumi fushiguro#toji fushiguro#shibuya arc#jujutsu geto#jujutsu sorcerer#jujutsu nanami#jujustsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu satoru#jujutsu toji#jujutsu megumi#jujutsu itadori#okkotsu yuuta#inumaki toge
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tokyo revengers ⇢ YOU’RE TOO DRUNK TO RECOGNIZE YOUR BOYFRIEND
ft. manjiro “mikey” sano, ken “draken” ryuguji, keisuke baji, takashi mitsuya, rindou haitani, ran haitani & shuji hanma
warnings: alcohol and a very hammered reader. the boys are more responsible than you <3
this is one of the rare occurrences wherein MIKEY actually shares his food. when you’ve finally given up on fighting him for the last bottle of alcohol, you start whining about your sudden hunger so he slides his plate of nachos over to you. he watches you eye it for a second before you drag your gaze up to him. “i have a boyfriend you know?” you tell him, your attempt to be menacing coming out pathetically as the attitude dripping from your tone is dampened by your slurred speech. mikey doesn’t need the club to be well lit. the strobe lights already illuminate your face enough for him to get a clear view of your glassy eyes and flushed cheeks. “i know,” he confirms with a tinge of exasperation, “because it’s me. mikey. your boyfriend.” he emphasizes his last words, his last effort to knock some sense into you but you only let out a cackle which catches him off guard. “nice try but mikey never shares his food.”
“that’s enough.” DRAKEN snatches the last of your many drinks for the night before you can gulp it down. being the perceptive boyfriend he is, he can already hear the complaint that’s about to slip from your tongue so he’s quick to pull you by the wrist, up from your seat and out the door. “where are you taking me?” you ask as clearly as your drunken state can let you—not so much but enough for your boyfriend to understand. “home.” at his curt reply, you yank your hand from his grip with a strength that startles even toman’s former vice president. “what the hell are you doing?” draken hisses lest you make a scene in public. “i’m calling my boyfriend,” you warn him, “bet he can kick your ass.” “yeah? i’d like to see him try.” he dismisses your empty threat, reaching for you once more to guide you to the exit but upon hearing a few whispers from prying strangers who are clearly getting the wrong idea, he stops in his tracks and turns to no one in particular, no longer caring about whatever commotion he may cause as his voice booms over the loud music: “i’m the boyfriend!”
“let me go!” you relentlessly thrash around, yelling out threats of calling your boyfriend, while BAJI—the boyfriend in question—pulls you into an empty alleyway to avoid any possible public humiliation for the both of you. “fuck,” he huffs out a breath, “when did you get this strong?” some time in the night, he’s tuned you out telling him off, on a sole mission to stop you from drinking more than you already have. and he’s relieved he managed to get you out of the bar—that is until he hears a weird noise coming from you. “wh-” baji doesn’t get the chance to utter a single word as you begin to throw up. in a panic, he hastily puts your hair up with his spare tie before rubbing soothing circles on your back. your hair looks real messy, he notes, but that’s the least of his worries. “you feeling better?” he checks on you after a while, only to be met by more retching, making him grumble to himself, “and i get an earful when i drink too much.”
MITSUYA is helping you get on your feet—sweet boyfriend he is—but as soon as you find your footing, you give him a hefty shove. “i have a boyfriend, jackass!” you seethe, too drunk to recognize him, and all he can do is sigh as he regains his balance. “yes. me.” something clicks in your brain at his response and you squint your eyes to get a better look at him. “takashi?” “hi, love.” and just like that, you perk up, your mouth stretching into a wide grin. “taka,” you squeal, excitement coursing through your veins when you recognize your boyfriend, “hiiiii~” he laughs at the shift in your tone and takes the opportunity to slide an arm around your waist once more. “let’s get you home okay?” “mhm.” you wrap your arms around him and he lifts you with ease. mitsuya assumes you’re fast asleep until a few minutes later, you mumble something against his skin, “someone tried to flirt with me but i said no.” a chuckle bubbles past his lips as he adjusts his hold on you. “really?” “mhm,” you nod into his neck as you snuggle closer, “i only love you.” “i love you more.” “love you most,” you reply before soft snores fall from your lips and your breathing evens out.
you’re rambling about RINDOU to rindou himself, going on and on about the reasons that made you fall in love with him. and while you’re occasionally interrupted by your hiccups, he patiently listens to your every word then he hears a “but.” the ways you describe him next are less flattering, less romantic—how he tries so hard to act indifferent to your cooing as if the tips of his ears don’t instantly turn red. or how he has a permanent scowl etched on his face. and other things you already tell him even when you’re sober. “he’s really lucky he doesn’t have any wrinkles yet,” you add with a giggle. “you’re really annoying when you’re drunk, you know that?” rindou deadpans. despite the lack of lighting in the club, he doesn’t miss the shock washing over you, your eyes getting mistier by the second. “what?” your voice comes out shaky and your bottom lip starts to wobble, making rindou release another groan. “for fuck’s sake.”
in spite of your insistence to stay at the club, RAN easily managed to drag you to his car. this isn’t his first rodeo. as an older brother, he has had to deal with rindou when he was blackout drunk. “where are we going?” you mumble as you begin to stir in the passenger seat. “home.” “i wanna see ran.” your boyfriend throws you a quick glance—your eyes remain closed and the rest of your words are incomprehensible—before he focuses back on the road. amused by your drunken state, he plays along. “alright, we’re going to ran.” the stretch of silence that follows is cut short when you speak again, “i’m thirsty.” so ran makes a quick stop at a convenience store, coming back shortly with a bottle in hand. he unscrews the cap before he gives you the drink, “careful.” you take a big gulp, instantly grimacing at the taste and it elicits a snort from your boyfriend. “what is this?” “water.”
“want more,” you slur. across from you, HANMA watches as you clumsily reach for the empty shot glasses on the table, flipping them upside down as if more alcohol will magically appear. he’s not going to lie—he finds it funny. entertaining, even. and if the circumstances were any different, he would’ve even encouraged this behavior. but he’s your boyfriend now and if there’s one thing he truly cares about, it’s you. drunk out of your wits, you don’t notice when hanma slides out of the booth until he’s soon presenting two more glasses to you. even though the contents are the same, he asks you to choose, “which one?” “hmm… that.” before you can get your hands on your drink, hanma intercepts and downs it in one go. you’re about to protest when he throws you over his shoulder and chugs the other drink out of your sight before heading for the exit. “let’s go.”
#tokyo revengers headcanons#tokrev headcanons#tokrev x reader#tokyo revengers x reader#tokrev fluff#tokyo revengers fluff#mikey x reader#mikey fluff#manjiro sano x reader#ken ryuguji x reader#draken x reader#draken fluff#baji x reader#baji keisuke x reader#baji fluff#mitsuya x reader#mitsuya takashi x reader#mitsuya fluff#rindou x reader#rindou haitani x reader#rindou haitani fluff#ran x reader#ran haitani x reader#ran haitani fluff#hanma shuji x reader#hanma x reader#hanma fluff
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onsen incident — gojo satoru
synopsis. gojo satoru gets everything he wants and right now he really wants to go to an onsen with you.
contents. fluff, lovesick!gojo, he's just a cute loser, highschool!gojo (first year), he needs to be locked up asap
notes. this is part ii to indulge me? and a piece in the series, but can be read alone.
you’re not sure how you ended up here. one moment you were exorcizing a grade one curse that rampaged a small town with gojo and now you find yourself back at the ryokan you had stayed at the prior night. except this time around you have an overly excited gojo, still at a high from the successful mission.
“suguru mentioned how nice the onsens here were,” he brings up innocently, his lips curving into a sly grin. you spare him a side glance.
“we should be heading back to the airport to return to tokyo,” you asserted, eyes trained on the entrance of the onsen— a wooden paneled door leading to the private hot spring that came with the room you and gojo had unknowingly reserved.
gojo stretched leisurely, his body arched like a cat as he yawns, “i don’t know about you but i’m beat! that curse wore out all my energy and a quick dip in an onsen is just what this body needs.” he opens one eye, gauging your reaction.
you don’t buy his act. “you exorcised the curse instantaneously, gojo.”
but gojo doesn’t back down easily, “yeah, well that took up a lot of cursed energy and now i’m drained,” he reasons. the white haired male solidifies his argument by collapsing on you just to show how fatigued he was. his dramatic show nearly sends you tumbling.
annoyance simmered in you, arms folding over your chest. the flight back to tokyo was in a couple of hours, and you had hoped to be able to go sightseeing.
but gojo’s sky-blue eyes plead silently as they look up at you, unblinking. his pink lips start to quiver. it was hard to deny him when he was basically begging. as comical as his dramatics were, you could almost argue how hard it was to resist his unwavering gaze. plus, he was the one that completed the mission singlehandedly.
“fine.” you yielded. “thirty minutes and then we leave.”
he perks up happily.
“great! let’s go!” without wasting a moment, he seizes your hand and practically skips to the entrance.
you recoiled, nearly shrieking, “you pervert! i’m not going in there with you! i’m going to go sightseeing.”
gojo looks at you like you’ve sprouted two heads.
“... then what’s the point of the onsen?” he looked at you incredulously. it deeply troubled you that someone so conniving could look so innocent.
your response is caught in your throat, leaving you flustered and unable to make eye contact. arms remained crossed, you mutter, “you’re insane if you think i’m stepping foot in an onsen with you.”
gojo’s tongue prodded at his cheek, lost in thought, “they do say you have to be insane to be a jujutsu sorcerer." he looks at you all enthused, "don’t be shy now, we’ve already slept together after all.” there’s a teasing lilt in his voice.
“we slept in the same bed– not together! don’t you go spreading that around now,” you jump to cup a hand over his mouth. you feel him grin underneath the palm of your hand.
“same thwing,” gojo’s voice is muffled, but he doesn’t bother taking your soft hand off his face.
“it is not,” you furrow your eyebrows.
“it can be.” he wiggles his eyebrows, a boyish smile growing.
you remove your hand from his face, “have you no shame?”
“not a shred,” he declares cheerfully. “come on, we’re wasting precious time standing here. i can feel the steaming water calling our names.”
“i’ve told you already, gojo. i’m not going to a hot spring naked with you.”
he waves his hand dismissively, “you don’t have to be naked, it’s not unheard of for people to go in with a towel.”
you sigh exasperatedly at his stubborn disposition, “it would still be highly inappropriate.”
“as inappropriate as cuddling with your classmate while he’s naked and unconscious?” he raises an eyebrow suggestively. gojo was once again referring to the previous night’s moment of vulnerability.
you stiffen.
“it was not like that and you know it. for all i know, you were the one cuddling me,” you retorted, crossing your arms with a huff.
gojo raises his hands in defense, “how about we call it even and hop in the hot spring together as a compromise?”
“that doesn’t make any sense.”
“it makes perfect sense. just two classmates relieving the weight of the world off their shoulders.”
you hate that he’s starting to convince you.
the knowing smile creeping on gojo’s face signals that he’s sensed your weakening resolve. he decides to deal the finishing blow.
“this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. with busy lives like ours, who knows the next time we will be able to visit one of the world’s best hot springs?” he gestures dramatically. reluctantly, you start to give into his words.
“fine. but if i see you indecent, i will kill you.” you point a finger threateningly at gojo.
he simply chuckles, “kinky.”
operation satoru x [name]!!!!
gojosatowu
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shoko.ieiri
what the actual hell gojo.
i did not need to see a picture of you with nothing but a towel on. ts is disgusting.
getosugu
where is [name]? i thought you guys were returning from your mission today.
gojosatowu
heh
the two of us are going to take a little dip in kyushu’s world famous onsens haha :3
shoko.ieiri
WHAT
getosugu
you?? [name]?? onsen?? together??
gojo satoru explain
hello?
shoko.ieiri
where is [name] you dirty pervert
i swear i’ll murder you if you pull any dirty tricks
answer now
gojosatowu
gotta go!
ive been dreaming of this day ><
shoko.ieiri
don’t you go ignoring us!!
you’re already settled in the hot spring by the time gojo arrives. with a snug towel secured tightly around your body, you are submerged underwater from the chest down. the steam curls lazily into the air, casting a dreamlike haze around you.
“for someone that was excited about the onsen, you came awfully late,” you quipped at the snow-haired boy. his signature glasses are absent, allowing you complete access to his azure eyes. on the other hand, gojo is granted the opportunity of seeing you in all of your natural beauty.
gojo enters the steaming water just a couple of feet away from you, “had to calm myself before seeing you.” he sighs contentedly when the water envelopes him. it was true. his nerves were a lot calmer when he was fighting the grade one curse than the short walk from the changing room to the hot spring.
you can't help but roll your eyes at his obvious flirtation attempt, but you decide to let it slide.
the conversation lapses into silence, an awkward veil settling between you. you were starting to regret ever entertaining gojo’s invitation to the onsen. to escape the discomfort, you divert your gaze to the steam rising from the water's surface and the surrounding rocks. the trees around you start to look interesting as you focus on not letting you eyes stray on gojo’s solid buil—
breaking the silence, gojo interjects, "did ya think i looked cool taking down that curse?"
your eyes shift from the rocks to gojo’s face, “it was quite impressive how you were able to crush the curse with your infinity.” you have heard of stories of gojo’s strength, but seeing it with your very own eyes was truly incredible.
he preens under your praise, a faint blush coloring his cheeks.
"perhaps i deserve a reward," he suggests, his voice taking on a playful tone.
you entertain the idea, your curiosity piqued. "i suppose you do."
a deeper flush tinges gojo's cheeks, and he averts his gaze. without warning, he points at his cheek, anticipating something. you tilt your head, puzzled by his unspoken request. he keeps pointing to his cheek, poking it multiple times.
“…”
“give me a kiss!”
the water ripples with how fast you lean back, “huh? no way.”
undeterred, gojo shakes his head. "fine then. i guess i'll have to kiss you.”
your eyes widen as he leans closer, and you instinctively scoot away, surprised by his boldness. "what? no!"
“eh?! why not? i went total snowagumon on that curse!”
“that’s your job gojo,” you respond matter-of-factly. you’re a bit taken aback by his digimon reference. how dorky.
gojo clicks his tongue, feigning indignation as he looks away. “hmph. can’t even get appreciation for keeping the world in balance.”
you let out a resigned sigh, realizing he's being dramatic again. it almost feels like dealing with a child. but you suppose you’ll play right into his hands this time– and this time only. he has worked hard on this mission, taking on all the work while you watch idly from the sidelines.
hesitantly, you inch closer towards his frame. the distance closes as you lean towards his face. it was only a split second, but your lips placed a chaste kiss on his cheek.
you watch what once was a pink blush blossomed into something deeper. gojo sits up a little straighter and you notice how the corner of his lips are slightly upward.
“gojo, are you oka–”
“satoru. call me satoru,” he interjected, sounding breathless, his eyes locking on yours.
you look at him, uncertain. “isn’t that a bit too informal? we’ve only known each other for a couple of months.”
“if it was up to me, we’d be married by now,” satoru closes his eyes nonchalantly, sinking deeply into the water until half of his face is under. he blows a series of bubbles. he really was a child.
your laughter rings out melodiously as you throw your head back, finding his remark utterly amusing. “you’re actually ridiculous.”
satoru watches you with a soft smile, his heart feeling lighter. it was criminal how cute you were. if this was his reward for exorcizing a measly grade one curse, he was willing to wipe out all special grades on the earth just to receive your praise again. maybe next time you'll even kiss him on the lips (he'll die a happy man if that happens).
"i am, aren't i?" he muses, basking in the joy of the moment.
extra notes. i lowk hate this but due to popular demand i had to write it. ps i dont even know anything abt digimon i js know gojo likes it gn (forgive me if my digimon reference was totally wrong)
#kt.writes.·:*¨༺#gojo then goes to ask you if he was a good cuddler#you dont answer the question and he's pouty all the way back to tokyo#gojo x reader#gojou satoru x reader#gojo satoru x y/n#gojo satoru x you#gojo satoru x reader#gojou satoru x you#gojo fluff#jjk fluff#jujutsu kaisen fluff#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk x reader#gojou x reader#remember spring days!au
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Money Heist Korea
Tokyo
Sinking Hope 💥❄️
Falling for someone in amidst a high-stakes heist is never a good idea.
#Money Heist Korea#money heist korea joint economic area#tokyo x reader#money heist korea x reader#money heist Tokyo#money heist Korea imagines#tokyo imagines
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suggestions or ideas on the fics please 🤲
(i'm not very good at writing but i'll try my best !!)
p.s. sorry if this is late but i only write for fem reader!
#moneyheistkoreaxreader#money heist korea x reader#money heist#money heist joint economic area#money heist korea#berlin x reader#rio x reader#tokyo x reader#denver x reader#nairobi x reader
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A/n wrote this at 5am so I apologize for any errors! <3 also it's poorly written but I hope you guys still like it.
Yk what fucking drives me crazy the most?
Sweet innocent looking men that treats you so well, I'm talking like he writes you cute poems, follows you around everywhere like a lost puppy and gets all flustered and shy when you want to go to Victoria secret to get new bras and panties but he still goes in with you anyways with his hand clinging onto your arm instead of just leaving because anything for you, the way his face melts into your hand whenever you'd cup his cheeks, looking at you with those innocent puppy dog eyes then he kisses your hand. Like he's just such a cutie you know? He'd let you do his makeup and let you baby him and feed him. Literally just anything you want he'd do it and lets you do. Whatever makes you happy.
And that same sweet innocent guy would have you against the wall, his strong arms holding you up, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs as he slams his hips against you, each thrust pushing you higher against the wall as he let you drop back down on his fat cock after, and he's even noisier than you are, loud whimpers and groans escaping his lips as he looks at your face, feeling satisfied and happy that his thick cock is the reason for your cute fucked out expression and sweet moans that are like music to his ears. Your nails leaving long red marks on his shoulders and back that he's sooo proud of having, he loves it when you do that, it's like a reward to him for making you feel good. His big strong arms pressing your legs back even further up as your knees raised up by your shoulders, giving him a deeper angle as his cock brushed against the right spots inside you that made you see stars to the point where you can't even think straight.
"O-oh fuck! baby, need you to cum ple-ase, fuck! please, wanna see you make a mess on my cock please I'm begging you princess", his voice cracks as he whimpers it out to you. The sweet and innocent needy tone in his voice compared to his rough pounding like he fucking hates you and had to prove it was all it took for you to cream around him, nails digging deeply into his back as he's practically making out with your neck, kissing and sucking on the tender flesh, leaving a bunch of purple and red marks that's definitely going to make him all fluttered and shy when he sees them in a few hours, remembering about what happened earlier. His eyes rolling back as he feels you coating his cock with your cum and dripping all over him.
"Ngh! Oh fuck, Tha-nk you! Thank you so much, gon-na cum!". He cries out. Your toes curling as he sped up his pace, hammering his cock in a reckless pace into your poor cunt, his thick cock head kissing your cervix with each one of his deep thrusts as he greedily chases his orgasm. He made sure to have his cock so deep inside of you to the hilt so he can fill you up full of his cum as he painted your tight walls white, thick ropes of cum spurting out of his cock, stuffing your hungry cunt full as he lets out a shaky groan while planting his face in your neck. He starts breathing heavily, panting against your neck as you felt his cock twitching inside of you. And you know what? He slowly pulls it out of you, being sooo careful that he doesn't spill any cum as he grips on your thighs even tighter before getting on his knees and eating all of his cum out of your filthy stuffed cunt like the good boy he is, after all its his mess and well, yours also but he doesn't mind! he just wants to make it easier for you to clean you know? :(
Choso, Izuku, Armin, Toge, Zentisu, Kirishima, Yuuji, Kaneki.
#Jujutsu kaisen#Choso kamo#choso smut#choso x reader#yuuji itadori#jujutsu kaisen yuuji#yuuji smut#yuuji x reader#itadori smut#izuku midoriya#izuku smut#deku x reader#deku smut#my hero acedamia#kirishima eijirou#kirishima smut#eijirou x reader#attack on titan#armin x reader#armin smut#armin arlert#demom slayer#zenitsu smut#zenitsu agatsuma#zenitsu x reader#tokyo ghoul#kaneki ken#kaneki smut#kaneki x reader#toge x reader
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