#cheetah/reader

[strawberry-hachi]

Cheetahs are naturally anxious animals. Actually, they are so anxious that in captivity they must have support dogs so that they can socialize with other animals. Chigiri was never one for socializing and simply wanted to get to the top as fast as possible in whatever he did. Therefore, it comes as no surprise that when he got injured he closed himself away from everybody.

You had known each other ever since he entered middle school and so seeing him suddenly get so anxious as his sister brings you over was a new, if not surprising, development.

If anything, you thought all the growth and work you did to be his friend was in vain with the way he stared through you and refused to speak to you. It actually broke your heart a little to see that the effort you took to befriend him, all your one-sided conversations, your bad attempts at doing football, and even trading homework answers all went down the drain. You understood why, but it still hurt. Perhaps a little part of you had a crush on him, though you'd sooner die than admit it.

However, even though you were absolutely sure he hated your guts his sister convinced you to stay around at least until he healed. Obviously, you found his silence and glaring uncomfortable, especially since coming to the realization you liked him, but you eventually got used to it. It was different from the Chigiri you knew but you still cared for him. Even if it made your heart squeeze and cry over the fact he likely, probably, hated you, it didn't make you like him any less. You kind of hated him for it.

What you didn't know was how much he looked forward to his sister bringing you home after school so that you could help him with his physical therapy. That you were his only friend after he got injured and it meant so much to him that you just stayed.

Or that ever since he got injured all he could really think about besides football was you and overthinking every little thing you two did together. Trying to find something, anything, that hinted towards you liking him. Because he'd rather give up and die than be without you at this point.

That he always stuck next to you when you were around and how his anxiety and pains felt irrelevant when you were with him. How he would miss you the moment you left, his sister teasing him about his 'puppy crush'. How all he could really think about as he finally stepped back onto the grass with a newly constructed leg was getting you back.

Many cheetahs require their support dog and usually connect with them for life. Chigiri is no different. And even if he has to fight for that affection back, he isn't one to half-ass anything he is passionate about.

[braveclementine]

Germany

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OC Elizabeth Lightwood. I do not condone any copying of this.

You clung around Tony's neck as he flew across the skies. You had your Agent suit on, along with your breathing helmet and the special gloves that Tony had made. He'd upgraded them so the blasters were amazing. You also had your gun on your hip along with two knives in your boots.

You were flying across the sky to fight a man named Loki. He was already fighting Captain America and there was a jet in the sky so you knew there had to be anywhere from two to six people in it.

"Agent Romanoff, you miss me?" Tony teased as he hacked into the PA system. You looked down below and could see a man wearing red, white, and blue fighting a man who was wearing a helmet that sort've looked like it had antelope horns on it while also wearing green, black, and gold. He had a scepter as his weapon, which had a blue light in it.

Tony blasted the man as he came down and you leapt from his back as Tony crashed into the ground in his 'heroic pose'. You immediately drew your gun, leveling it with the man who had crashed into the steps behind him, the scepter clattering away from him.

Even from here you could hear the music Tony was blasting.

"Make a move Reindeer games." Tony threatened as he let his Iron man suit show off every gun and weapon it had attached to it.

Loki sat on the steps, one arm across his stomach. He was clearly looking for a way out, but even he didn't seem to be able to find a way out of this one. But you still didn't drop the gun.

As Captain America joined his side with his shield, there was a glow of gold and the armor disappeared. He raised his hands in what seemed like surrender.

"Good move." Tony said, powering down slightly and the quinjet started to hover above us. Captain America seemed to be breathing fairly heavily.

"Mr Stark." He finally said.

"Captain."

We stepped onto the Quinjet and let it take us back to the main ship, which Tony and you had not been to yet. You had restashed your pistol in your holster, sitting down across from Loki. Natasha meanwhile, was communicating with Fury over the coms. Steve and Tony were standing nearby to hear what was being said.

Steve and Tony started talking to each other. You didn't bother listening in, preferring to study the God in front of you.

It seemed strange to you, that this God- from space mind you- had come down very recently and Elizabeth had left soon after.

"Whose your soulmate?" You asked, staring straight into the Gods' eyes.

"Why do you care?" Loki sneered, straightening up from where he had been leaning forward. Tony cut angry eyes at the God.

But there was no time to answer, because there was a sudden flash of lightning and thunder rumbled so loudly it seemed to shake the entire jet.

"Where is this coming from?" Natasha asked from up front.

"What's the matter?" Steve asked as he caught the legitimately frightened look on Loki's face. "Are you scared of a little lightning?"

"I'm not overly fond of what follows."

Only about four seconds later, something heavy thumped on top of the flying jet. You were standing in seconds, pistol in your hands again, pointing it at the ceiling.

Tony put his helmet on, walking over to exit out of the back of the jet. You grabbed a hold as the air whipped through the jet.

"What are you doing?" You and Steve asked together but suddenly, the blond man that you had seen before on Tony's screens landed there with his hammer.

"You're Thor!" You said in delight, glad another Avenger was there. At least until he slammed his hammer into Tony's chest and sent him flying across the jet. You quickly shot at him, though he blocked every bullet with his hammer. In annoyance, you drew your knives, leaping at him.

You fought knife on hammer for only a few moments before he spun you around and muttered in your ear. "Stay out of this fight. I do not want to hurt you or your little one."

The next thing you knew, he had grabbed Loki by the throat, yanking him out of his seat, spinning the strap on his hammer and taking off.

"And now there's that guy." Tony groaned, getting up from the ground. "Stay here Y/N!"

"Another Asgardian?" Nat shouted back at us.

"That's guys a friendly?" Steve asked.

"Doesn't matter." Tony replied. "If he frees Loki or kills him, the Tesseract's lost."

"Stark we need a plan of attack!" Steve shouted as Tony once more made his way towards the exit of the jet. You held onto the straps once more, heeding both Thor and Tony's words. You would stay out of this fight in the meantime.

"I have a plan." Tony answered. "Attack."

Steve huffed, looking at you, and then went over and grabbed one of the parachutes.

"I'd sit this one out, cap." Natasha called from up front, messing with buttons.

"I don't see how I can." He said, putting it on.

"These guys come from legend. They're basically gods."

"There's only one God, ma'am." Steve said, tightening the straps on his parachute. "And I'm pretty sure he doesn't dress like that."

You smiled, Steve having gained your respect. His answer was spot on.

Steve grabbed his shield, and he hopped into a perfect dive out of the jet.

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Loki figured he was going to have a hard time getting out of this one alive. For one thing, Thor seemed pretty pissed off at him. He still had a tight grip on his neck and it was very uncomfortable. For another, there was a metal man, a man wearing striped pajamas, two pilots, and a fairly pretty Agent that were all for his arrest.

Oh, and his soulmate was getting closer and closer.

He didn't want a soulmate. He had known about his soulmate for about roughly two-ish Midgardian years now. But he had never come down to Midgard to find her. He didn't want to. If his soulmate was Midgardian, then he was going to have to watch her die in less than a hundred years. It wasn't worth it, no matter what the love might be like.

Loki was suddenly shaken from his thoughts as Thor threw him to the rocky surface, standing over him. Loki groaned in pain. And then he started to laugh, playing things off.

"Where is the Tesseract?" His brothers' deep voice spoke above him in seriousness.

Loki laughed, "I missed you too."

"Do I look to be in a gaming mood?" Thor thundered above him. Pun completely intended.

Loki also knew that he wasn't quite himself. Something, someone, was controlling him just slightly. Not enough to give it away, Loki felt that he had most of himself under control. But there was just enough. He didn't really want this, not that badly. Not to go to war with the entirety of Midgard or harm the people here. But Thanos and Ronan wanted it. . . and he was their weapon.

"You should thank me." Loki groaned out, starting to sit up. "With the bifrost gone, how much dark energy did the Allfather have to muster to conjure you here to your precious Earth?"

Thor dropped the hammer, a sound that sent a ring throughout the space and he gripped Loki's arm, pulling him up before keeping a tight hold on his hair.

"I thought you dead." Thor growled.

Loki felt a pang that didn't match what the mind control wanted him to feel. It was rare that the emotions didn't match, because the mind control knew what he wanted. But it also underestimated the familial love that Loki had for his family, even if he kept it hidden, kept it a facade.

"Did you mourn?" He almost spat out.

"We all did." Thor said, almost sounding surprise. "Our father-"

"Your father." Loki interrupted him in a menacing tone. He could remember the betrayal he had felt when Odin told him he was of Jotun birth. The fact that he would never be the Asgardian King, even with his bumbling fool of a brother.

And still the Soulmate grew closer.

"He did tell you my true parentage, did he not?" Loki asked coolly and Thor finally let him go. Loki shook himself a little, straightening out his clothes. He needed to get out of here before his soulmate came. Before he hurt her. Because he knew with the mind control, it was inevitable that the feelings of himself and them did not match. Loki walked away, holding his back.

"We were raised, together." Thor argued. "We played together, we fought together. Do you remember none of that?"

"I remember a shadow. Living in the shade of your greatness. I remember you tossing me into an abyss." Loki spat out, watching the hurt and confusion on Thor's face. These words. . . they were not his own. "I, who was, and should be King!"

"So you take the world I love as a recompense for your imagined slights?" Thor asked, growing angry. "No. The Earth is under my protection, Loki."

Loki started to laugh as Thor started forwards. "And you're doing a marvelous job with that." He replied sarcastically. "The humans slaughter each other in droves while you idly fret. I mean to rule them, as why should I not?"

"You think yourself above them?" Thor asked softly.

No.

"Well, yes." Loki said in a 'duh' voice.

"Then you miss the truth of ruling, brother." Thor scoffed. "A throne will suit you ill."

In anger, both his own and not his own, he slammed his fist against Thor's chest and pushed past him once more, going back up the edge of the cliff that he had been thrown upon. "I've seen worlds you've never known about!" He shouted. "I have grown, Odinson, in my exile." He sneered Thor's last name. "I have seen the true power of the tesseract, and when I wield it-"

"Who showed you this power?" Thor demanded. When Loki stayed silent, Thor continued, getting in Loki's face, "Who controls the would-be-king?"

"I AM A KING!"

"Not here." Thor shouted, grabbing him by the arms, "You give up the Tesseract! You give up this poisonous dream!" Thor's voice softened as he placed a brotherly grip on Loki's neck. "You come home." He pleaded.

Loki scoffed, shaking his head. "I don't have it."

In Thor's anger, he let go of Loki, his hammer flying to his hand. Afraid, Loki said, "You need the Cube to bring me home. But I've sent it off, I know not where."

Thor leveled the hammer with his chest. "Listen well brother."

Suddenly, the flying metal man collided with Thor and Loki blinked in just slight surprise. He hadn't even seen that coming. He smirked and said, "I'm listening."

He went to walk down the ravine and found that there was a beautiful big cat in front of him. The fur was sleek and spotted. The amber eyes were focused on him in a deep, almost understanding way. She was definitely a proud, strong animal.

He nearly touched the spot on his collarbone where her name was written. Had been there for some many years he had lost count. . . eight hundred and forty-six. The two different sides of him raged against each other. Longing vs unnecessary feelings.

She padded forward, nudging his hand with her head. He couldn't react, the feelings inside of him were bubbling up, going to burst. He scratched behind her ear with his fingers.

"You should go." He said, more kindness in his voice that he had thought possible with his mind being taken over. "You'll get hurt if you stay with me. I might even hurt you."

But she didn't move, standing by his side.

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"Do not touch me again." The God in front of Tony said as he got up. Tony let his face plate fall down so he could see his face.

"Then don't take my stuff." Tony answered.

"You have no idea what you're dealing with." Blondie continued.

"Uh." Tony pretended to look around. "Shakespeare in the park?" He stepped forwards as the God almost smirked. "Doth mother know you wear-eth her drapes?"

"This is beyond you, metal man. Loki will face Asgardian justice."

"He gives up the Cube, he's all yours. Until then-" His face plate slammed shut, "Stay out of the way. Tourist." Tony grunted, turning away.

He heard the man behind him grunt a little and caught another chest full of that stupid hammer than sent him crashing into a tree.

"Okay." Tony grouched. He was pissed off. First, Y/N was far to friendly with Agent Coulson. And then she greeted the blond dude by name. Yes, he trusted her beyond a doubt, but he hated watching her interact with other guys. He knew he had a jealousy streak, but it was pretty bad right now.

The two of them started to fight. He blasted Thor in the chest so it was the God's turn to crash into a tree. Thor reached for his hammer and called upon the lightning, striking Tony with it.

To Tony's immense surprise, though static sparked around him and seemed to be causing his machines to go haywire, after the lightning stopped, Jarvis informed him, "Power at four hundred percent capacity."

Well holy shit.

"How about that?" He muttered.

He blasted Thor even harder, but the God still managed to land on his feet. The two of them flew at each other, and they started to fight as they flew through the forest, crashing into trees, but neither of them letting go as they attempted to defeat the other.

They eventually crashed back to the ground once more, Thor throwing the first punch straight to the face plate, making Tony's head snap back.

Thor grabbed both his hands, starting to crush the metal there. Tony quickly blasted him to the side of the face, before headbutting him. Looking shocked, Thor headbutted him back so hard that Tony went flying off his feet.

He flew right back at Thor, grabbing him and tossing him across the clearing so that he crashed into one of the trees they had broken.

Thor got to his feet, looking angrier than he had ever before.

The two of them continued to fight before a very annoying "Hey!" sounded throughout the arena. A shield came flying through, hitting both Thor and Tony in the heads. He watched as the Cap put the shield back on his wrist. "That's enough."

"Now I don't know what you plan on doing here." Steve continued to address Thor as he leapt down from the broken tree he had been standing on.

"I've come here to put an end to Loki's schemes." Thor thundered.

"Then prove it. Put that hammer down."

"Uh yeah. . . no." Tony responded, looking at all of the information inside of his suit. "Bad call. He loves his hammer." Thor sent him flying before he could even finish the sentence.

"You want me to put the hammer down?" He heard Thor thunder again. Tony didn't get to see what happened, but there was a sudden sound like a huge church bell, a flash of brilliant blue light, and all of the trees around them cleared out.

Groaning, he sat up, looking around and saw that Steve was kneeling in the middle of what seemed like a flat crater, his shield above his head.

"Are we done here?" Steve finally asked as the three of them got to their feet.

Thor didn't answer.

But he also didn't attack.

[foggyxrayspecs]

Can I ask how much Cub is allowed to mark Yelena? And maybe how much Yelena enjoys marking Cub?

(There are two wolves inside me: one is desperate to have my entire neck covered in hickies. The other dies every time I can’t hide even the tiniest of hickies

Such a great set of questions! You can ask anything!

Can I ask how much Cub is allowed to mark Yelena? Yelena is a relatively private person. So, Cub is allowed to kiss, lick, and bite her neck, but they have been strictly instructed not to leave a mark.

(There was a long weekend when the two went particularly feral, and Yelena had to wear a shemagh tactical wrap as a scarf to work for a week. The Widows were merciless with their knowing looks and well-timed teasing remarks. Yelena hadn't stormed off from a table with a bottle in a long while, but she did that day.)

Cub is allowed to mark Yelena anywhere that her suit covers — favorite spots for both are the tops of her hips and inner thighs.

And maybe how much Yelena enjoys marking Cub? Yelena has grown to love Cub wearing the evidence of her possession. When she started suiting Cub with high-collared base layers in public, she began to take marking seriously. It became part of their ritual to reconnect after time apart, even if it was just for the day. Late at night, she pushes Cub on their back, tips their chin up, and leans down to slowly lick and suck in her marks, humming softly in response to Cub's low rumbles and soft whimpers.

[4townglazer]

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cheetah girls or 4*town?

[simp-for-the-masters]

I'd love to know what feral thoughts would go through Cheetah!Master if he saw you in shorts and a tank top during the heatwaves atm. Especially as they don't exactly seem used to the concept I'd having skin on show. To see his sensible dress code mindset dealing with feral Cheetah virus thoughts would be interesting to me.

Showing more skin than his Time Lord sensibilities find acceptable? No worries. He will cover you with his body

[kaleidoscope1967eyes]

how do you think luke would be with pets?

Thanks for the ask, anon! I don't know if any canon or legends material really touches on this, which is such a shame because I think he would be so good with animals!

Luke has always been a fan of all sorts of creatures. As a little boy on Tatooine, he loved playing with and riding his friend Windy's dewback. He did have a pet of his own growing up: the Lars family owned a spotted sandhound named, you guessed it, Sandy. Even though she was an old girl, Luke would always run around the farm with her and try to teach her tricks, and she'd always do her best to keep up with him.

Sandy was extremely protective of him, to the point where it cost her life; when he was around thirteen years old, a group of womp rats ambushed him while he was tending to some moisture vaporators, and she immediately rushed in to take all the fatal blows. It was absolutely devastating, but in a rare moment of vulnerability, Owen used the situation to teach Luke about the inevitability of loss and the importance of appreciating those you love in the moment--a skill that would ultimately be very relevant to his jedi training.

On the topic of jedi training, animals are naturally drawn to him due to his strong presence in the force. Sometimes this means an entire flock of jubba birds will land on him and all start singing, other times it means large, predatory creatures will locate him very easily and try to eat him. Luke absolutely hates fighting or attacking animals. He is forever haunted by the time he literally disarmed a wampa--he was only trying to scare it away, he didn't mean for it to actually make contact with his lightsaber. You remind him that even though he didn't have a choice, he still did the right thing by giving it a chance to live.

I know I've talked about this before, but Luke would be a total horse girl (boy). He's great with dewbacks and he's great with tauntauns, so he would definitely also be great with equinoids like pulgas, orbaks, and guarlaras. Even though horses are usually extra skittish around men, they're perfectly fine around him because they can sense just how kind and gentle he is. They especially appreciate that he's intuitive and empathetic enough to know never to raise his voice or make sudden movements around them.

After noticing Luke's knack for critters, you decide to get him a pet of his own. You end up getting him a rescue tooka cat you found in a shelter at Mos Espa: it's a playful, snuggly orange tabby that's missing its right paw. What a strange coincidence, you thought, gently picking it up. Luke deserves to know he's not alone.

When Luke came back to your shared quarters on Home One and saw a kitty on his bed, he was ecstatic. He literally started crying--thankfully, you had R2 there to record his reaction. Because you found it on Tatooine, Luke decided to call it "Lars" in honor of his family. They end up doing everything together: he goes to briefings with Lars stretched out on his shoulders, they go on joyrides in his x-wing together, etc. People get a huge kick out of how close they are--"guy who blew up the Death Star crying over a cat" ends up becoming a huge meme in the Rebellion.

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[themyscirah]

Philippus? Wym philippus this is a wholeass other woman?????? She's white?????? Guys come on now

ALSO cursed white Euboea in this same sequence.... homeboy she's Asian please stop

Joe Phillips I'm sorry but this is some shitty ass guest pencilling how can you not know anything abt what these people look like thats literally your job... you also just needed to read the issue before this to know?

Editors should have caught this one these are major Amazon characters

[pollenallergie]

girl dad billy puts the giantest of bows on his little girls head? I’m talking bigger than her whole head

- @cheesewritings

mhm yep, yes he does. and he makes them himself, so they’re not like the eyesore neon jojo siwa (no offense) 2011 justice (full offense… i remember that era well… it was awful) bows… no, they’re cute and timeless and classic like these:

she absolutely LOVES wearing them and begs billy to put one in her hair every single time he does her hair in the morning (which is pretty often because he’s got like pinterest-mom level hairstyling skills and he’s really good at getting her to sit mostly still while he does her hair).

[daisyfluffinq]

Skip ref sheet redesign! Tumblr people I don't think you've seen this guy yet but I love him very dearly.

He's very tall, 9'6" (he is a giraffe after all), and likes to be kind and helpful as much as possible! Maybe a little too much, for his own good.

[braveclementine]

Confrontation

Warnings: 18+readersonly, trigger warnings of physical/emotional abuse by parents

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OC Elizabeth Lightwood. I do not condone any copying of this.

"We don't have to do it today." Tony said, rubbing comforting circles on the back of your hand as the two of you sat in the car that was sitting across from your old house.

Looking at the house now, you weren't sure why you had been so scared of it in the first place. It was a little, two story run down place with a huge backyard with an expanse of forest. A rusty car sat in the driveway and the house was mostly silent.

At the same time, you knew it wasn't the house that scared you. It was the people inside. Your mother, father, and older brother that had decided he'd never move out. He had still yet to find his soulmate, and he had not turned animal either.

"No, the longer I put it off, the longer people will wonder why I put it off." You sighed. "I should have come here the day after the fight. Immediately. It's been two weeks. You know what happens when people wait to long for abuse cases like this. They lose."

"I have the best lawyers in the goddamn country. We're not going to lose." Tony growled. He wasn't growling at you, but in determination. He squeezed your hand. "If it makes things easier, I could just threaten them or even better, I could shoot them!"

You smiled a little but shook your head. "As much as I would love to see either of those things, taking it to court is the best option. Putting them behind bars for the rest of their lives will be satisfactory and fulfilling."

"If you say so. But maybe just a nice blast through the leg at least?" Tony asked.

You smiled a little, "We'll see. Now let's go before I chicken out again."

Tony wrapped an arm around your waist as the two of you made your way up the sidewalk. You could hear the dog barking in the house. It was an ugly little white thing that sort've looked like a mangily mop. It'd never really bothered you, but it never really liked you either. It mostly just ignored you.

"If the dog bites, I'm kicking it." Tony warned you.

"Be my guest." You replied. "It can be pretty mean."

Tony knocked on the door and you waited. You could hear your brother hollering through the house and your father's roar to answer it.

You weren't sure why you were coming here first. Natasha was actually helping behind the scenes to see if there was video evidence she could get. The original plan had been for you to go in by yourself, but Tony had refused. And you had been glad.

What was going to happen- and it made your insides turn- was he was going to leave for only a moment to go to the bathroom. You knew from experience that your parents could make quick work of you when a guest left the room for three minutes.

The door was yanked open and your father froze on the steps, his eyes wandering from you to Tony. His mouth dropped and then he straightened up. "Y/N, you're. . . home?"

You nodded, a tight smile coming across your face. Tony's hand tightened comfortingly around you.

Your father stepped back, yelling to your mother and brother to get down here. Your father shut the door behind the two of you. "You're Tony Stark." He said, eyeing Tony shrewdly. He stuck his hand out. "Mr. Y/L/N."

Tony shook his hand cordially. "Yes sir. Nice to meet you."

Tony was a fantastic actor. You knew how much he wanted to punch your father in your face.

Your father relaxed as it was 'clear' Tony knew nothing of your past life here. Your mother and brother paused on the stairs.

"Welcome home Y/N." Your mother said softly. You had been fooled many times with that 'safe' voice of hers.

"Hey mom." You replied awkwardly. You were not as good of an actress as Tony and it showed easily.

"Let's move this to the living room, shall we?" Your father offered.

Tony smiled brightly, but squeezed your hand in comfort once more. You led the way into the living room with Tony by your side. Your back prickled and you arched just slightly at the thought of all of them behind you.

You and Tony quickly took the smaller armchair on the far side of the room, while your parents settled down on the couch across from it, and your brother leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, scrutinizing the both of you.

"Are you actually Iron Man?" He asked quickly before anything else could be said.

"Yep." Tony said enthusiastically. "You a fan?"

"Totally!" Your brother said with great enthusiasm. "Of course, superheroes in general are pretty dope. Captain America is pretty great too, did you hear that they dug him out of ice a few years back?"

You felt Tony's entire body tense next to you. You could remember that he'd complained a few times about how his father was never bothered with him, because he was always trying to find Steve Rogers, a.k.a Captain America.

"I had heard that, but I have never met him." Tony replied with that same cheerfulness. "I'm sure I will meet him one day though. My father, Howard Stark, and him were good friends."

"Oh yeah, it's all in the museum and history books." Your brother grinned.

You couldn't help yourself. "You read history books?"

He smirked at you. You wondered if this was just an act that he was putting on because of Tony, or if he really wasn't all that upset with you. Now that you thought about it, he'd never actually done anything to you except sit by when your father or mother was hitting you. But he'd never actually tried to be friendly with you either.

"I read a lot Y/N. History books included."

That was definitely not something you knew, if he was being truthful anyways.

"Hey, you should see the collection I've made." Your brother said suddenly to Tony.

You squeezed Tony's hand in an 'okay' motion, knowing that this was a great time to get the truth out of your parents. Plus, it would be a longer time than if he was just saying he was going to the bathroom. Which scared you, but you also knew Nat and Fury were on the case.

"Sure, why not?" Tony asked casually, standing up. "It'll give your sister time with your parents too."

He gave you one last, slightly worried look, before him and your brother disappeared up the stairs.

"What are you playing at?" Your father asked immediately, already standing and looping his belt out of the loops of his pants. "Why the hell did you come back here you little bitch? Trying to intimidate me because you've got a billionaire as your soulmate. I wonder how you managed that."

You stood up, knowing that if this was a tape that was going to be shown in court, you wanted to be seen fighting back. But your entire body was shaking terribly as you tried to do so. "Y-You don't get to h-hurt me anymore."

Your father laughed, a deep bellow laugh, before lunging out with the belt.

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Tony was on tenterhooks, waiting for some sort of weird noise to come from downstairs that let him know Y/N was being hurt.

He had to admit, the brothers room was actually pretty cool. It was very smart looking, with several bookcases backed against the wall with stacks of books inside. There were several posters of Iron Man, Captain America, and even one of the Hulk on it. But there were also what looked like hand drawn blueprints of different machines.

"You draw these?" Tony couldn't help but ask.

"Oh yeah." Y/N's brothers responded, looking slightly taken aback. "Don't know how effective they are though. I don't have the resources to build them up and try them out. Don't know how my parents would feel about me going into engineering either."

If Tony hadn't hated the family so much, he might've offered to let him try an internship at Stark Industries.

Although. . . Y/N had never mentioned anything about her brother. It was always her father and mother.

"Look." Her brother suddenly said and Tony looked at him now because of the urgency in his voice. "I don't know why Y/N wanted to come back here. I don't know if you pressured her into wanting to meet our parents but you shouldn't have. They don't like her. Hell. . ."

Her brother started to pace back and forth and then blurted out, "They hit her. They abuse her. You need to leave and never come back."

"Why didn't you ever tell anyone?" Tony asked, surprised but angry.

"They would've taken her to one of those camps." Her brother mumbled. "And as much as I couldn't stand up for her, couldn't protect her, couldn't say anything to anyone about what was happening, I knew what she was facing here was ten times better than those camps. I had friends from those camps. Half of them died. The other half. . . well you don't even want to know. Please, take her and go. I just want her to be safe from here on out."

"Well you seem like a good enough kid." Tony muttered and saw there were tears in her brothers eyes, who quickly turned to look at his blueprints so Tony didn't see.

"No. I'm not." He said hoarsely. "If I was a good kid, I would've protected her. I only protected myself."

Suddenly, there was a harsh sound from downstairs, like leather on brick, but nothing else.

"Go." Her brother said.

Tony didn't need anything else. He'd recorded her brother's entire speech for evidence. And also his innocence.

Tony hurried from the bedroom, but couldn't help himself as he passed an open door that was clearly Y/N's bedroom. He hesitated to take a quick look around, and couldn't help but feel saddened by how sparse it was. He saw there was only one picture frame on the nightstand of Y/N and another girl who was about the same height as her with brown hair and eyes.

Grabbing the picture frame and the stuffed rabbit on the bed, he hurried down the stairs as the leather whistled through the air again.

He was quiet with his steps and managed to walk in to see her father holding Y/N down while she thrashed in his arms, sobbing, while the mother brought the belt down again.

He dashed forward, gritting his teeth as the belt wrapped around his arm. Her mother gasped and her father leapt up from where Y/N was laying.

Tony couldn't help it as his hand lashed out, the belt cracking over her father's face so harshly, that her father stumbled back, crying out. Blood trickled from the corner of his eye.

Tony helped Y/N to her feet, wrapping an arm around her waist.

"Don't you ever lay another finger on her again." Tony spat, throwing the belt at the mother, but still unable to actually bring himself to hit a woman. "C'mon sweetheart."

He rushed her out of the house and into the car. Once in the car, he pulled Y/N into his lap at the front seat of car, holding her tightly. "I'm sorry. I should have gotten there sooner."

"I'm okay." Y/N said shakily. "They had really only gotten started."

"I- I got something from your room." He admitted, pulling out the photo and stuffed animal. "I thought maybe you'd want them. They looked like they were important to you."

Y/N smiled and nodded, taking the two items from him. "The rabbit was my hospital present. My grandmother and grandfather of my father's side gave it to me the day I was born. They died when I was seven. I don't think they ever knew. . ."

Tony hugged her tighter.

"This is Elizabeth." Y/N said finally, pointing to the other girl in the picture. "She's kind've my only friend."

"She's the one that drove you to me. The one that became a cheetah?" He asked for confirmation.

"Yeah. I'm a little surprised that she became an animal though." Y/N admitted, wiping her face. "She never seemed like such a submissive or small person. I always though her soulmate would be the animal."

Suddenly, Y/N perked up, "Hey, do you think we could go and see her? She lives just down the street."

Tony smiled. "Of course sweetheart. Oh, and look."

Y/N and him looked out the window to see Nick Fury walking up to her parents front door.

Y/N just smiled. "Good."

🎃 :::::  🧡  ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━  🧡  ::::: 🎃

You knocked on the door of your best friend and her mother was the one to answer the door.

"Oh, Y/N." Her mother said in surprise and then looked past you to Tony Stark and both blushed, but frowned. "I'm sorry, but Elizabeth-"

"I know." You said. "I was just hoping I could see her."

"She's out in the backyard if you want to go through the side gate." Her mother said and then closed the door again.

You were always used to her mother's ways. She didn't really like anyone except her daughter and family.

You and Tony headed through the gate and you saw the beautiful, sleek furred cheetah lounging in the sunlight. She got up when she heard you approaching and then meowed in happiness and ran towards you guys.

"Hey Elizabeth." You said happily, bending down to hug her.

Elizabeth's eyes seemed rather mischievous.

"So no soulmate yet?" You asked.

Her eyes actually seemed to roll and she headed back towards the porch and nudged the computer that was there. With some direction of hers, you found a Word document that had the lines:

𝕄𝕪  𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕖  𝕚𝕤  𝕒𝕝𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕪  𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕟 .  𝔹𝕦𝕥  𝕥𝕙𝕖  𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖  𝕗𝕠𝕣  𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘  𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞  𝕘𝕠𝕖𝕤  𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥  𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠  𝕥𝕙𝕖  𝕒𝕚𝕣 .  𝕀  𝕕𝕠𝕟 ' 𝕥  𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨  𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥  𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤  𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕤 .

"Huh." You said while Tony responded, "So you're soulmated to an alien."

She rolled her eyes again and you said, "Aliens don't exist Tony."

"Hey, why don't you come with us?" Tony suggested. "We'll introduce you to Fury. I bet he'll know what to do."

You stared at him in surprise and then that expression quickly shifted into love.

Elizabeth took a moment and then she dipped her grand head. Then she turned to the keyboard and typed:

𝕁𝕦𝕤𝕥  𝕨𝕒𝕚𝕥  𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝  𝕞𝕠𝕞  𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕤  𝕠𝕦𝕥

[osachiyo]

ᴀᴛ ᴍʏ ʟɪᴍɪᴛ ! | ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ ᴋᴇɴᴛᴏ

⟣ ──┈ · · · + ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ ➣ nanami x fem!reader

⟣ ──┈ · · · + ᴄᴡ ➣ nsfw content (mdni or I'll beat you), brat!reader, hard dom!nanami, hairpulling, pussy slapping, spanking, fingering, throat fucking, bathroom sex, degradation, teasing, jealousy, 1.3k+ words of filth

⟣ ──┈ · · · + ᴀ/ɴ ➣ I'M SO SORRY FOR HOLDING THIS UP FOR SO DAMN LONG this man makes me so damn feral it's not even funny.. this is for my angel @nanamibeloved (hope I did ur man justice rylie !!)

⟣ ──┈ · · · + sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ ➣ during your house warming party, you have the genius idea of flirting with your husband's co-worker, how wrong could it go, right?

Kento was pissed, to say the least. You guys threw a house warming party tonight, just for you to cling onto satoru's arm the entire goddamn night. It was infuriating, and downright insulting to your husband, Kento. He was way too prideful to show it though, brushing you both off with a wave of his hand as he sips on his drink.

Somehow he lasted until dinner, you being seated next to Satoru, tits pressed up against his arm as you giggle at his stupid jokes. You were supposed to sit next to him, not the white haired dumbass. He was gonna be patient, though. There will be plenty of time to punish you later− "oh my, 'toru your muscles are so big!" You giggled, shamelessly feeling your husband's co-worker up in front of him as Satoru's lips stretched to reveal a sleazy smirk, and your lover decided he had enough. Cursing under his breath, Kento formed a polite smile, excusing himself from the dinner table before discreetly glaring at your direction, silently demanding you go with him. You smirked to yourself, this is exactly what you wanted.

You were slammed against the bathroom door as soon as you locked the door. You looked up to see your husband towering over you, a menacing aura surrounding him, it intimidated and turned you on at the same time, your thighs clenching together, god− you wanted him so bad.

"on your knees," Kento's jaw was clenched, palms flat against the door, effectively trapping you in. Scoffing, you tugged on his cheetah print tie, yanking him closer to you, "why don't you make me?" You could almost see the vein popping out of his forehead, "so you're playing that game, huh? fine, have it your way." Was the last thing he uttered before you were pushed down to your knees, a large veiny hand tangled in your roots as you winced in pain. "ow! kento− it took me like 3 hours to style my hai−" you were cut off by your husband's hardened length slapping against your cheek, effectively shutting you up. "I don't want to hear your blabbering," he sighed, pushing the bulbous tip past your lips as he shuddered in delight. "now, get to work, slut." You whined at the derogatory name, licking the underside of his cock before taking him in your mouth again, suckling lightly on the tip. He hissed when you slowly started to take him fully into your mouth, fingers tangled in your hair tightening with each inch you swallow. You took half of him before abruptly pulling off− his brows twitched in annoyance and he breaths a quiet "enough" before slamming into your mouth forcefully, the mushroom tip reaching the very back of your throat as you sputter and gag on it, not expecting him to be so rough. he keeps going till your lips touch the small tuff of dirty blonde hair near his base before pulling out almost completely− then brutally thrusting back into the wet heat of your mouth.

It went like that for what felt like an eternity− brutally thrusting in and out, in and out until you were on the verge of passing out, your hands that were previously slapping and scratching at his muscular thighs now went almost limp beside you before he pulled out with a groan. He felt a pang of guilt in his heart when he saw you coughing and breathing heavily, saliva and precum dripping down your chin in webs, trying your best to get air back in your lungs. But all of that guilt quickly disappeared once you looked up at him with a cocky but weak smirk, tears gathered in your lashes− "that all you got? I'm disappointed."

Oh you were such a vixen, and that's exactly what he loved about you. He was going to break you.

Even as he pushed you onto the marbel sink, large hands prying your thighs apart and he could practically smell your arousal− saliva pooling in his mouth. God, he needed to taste you. Right now.

And he did− thumb sliding your panties to the side as his tongue licks a fat stripe up your cunt, savouring your bitter sweet taste on his eager tongue. The tip of his tongue gently circled your swollen clit, your hands clawing at the smooth marble as you arch further into his mouth− only to be put back in place as he presses down on your lower tummy, looking up at you from between your legs, his saliva and your slick coating his chin as he peers up at you with those beautiful, brown eyes that held jealousy, lust and most importantly− so much love and adoration for you. The look in his eyes let you know that this was indeed, the man you fell in love with. The sweet, caring Ken−

Your thoughts got cut off by him slipping his tongue into your hole, groaning lowly at the taste− his fingers digging into the fat of your thighs; rough and calloused from his ruthless years of jujutsu. He'd never get tired of your addicting taste on his skilled tongue, it was almost like dopamine to him− the feeling of your clit throbbing against his tongue as he slurped everything you had to offer. "god, could never get tired of this pussy," he groaned lowly into your cunt, the vibrations from his gravelly voice against your sensitive core made your head spin− how was he so fucking good at this? Every time felt like the first time with him and you loved it− you both did, really.

He loved how your thighs trembled pathetically as he blew on your clit, two thick fingers slipping in to massage your inner walls. His tongue lapping and sucking softly on your little bud before biting it gently, laughing cruelly when you tried to close your thighs around his head. "darling, you're only making things worse for yourself," he sighed calmly before brutally cracking a hand down on your inner thigh, making the soft flesh jiggle and sting as you let out a pained yelp, a fresh wave of tears gathering in your pitiful eyes.

"s' mean.." you sniffled, timidly wiping your tears with the back of your hand, broken gasps emitting from your mouth as he lands soft slaps on your pussy, webs of slick sticking to his fingers as they collide with your aching cunt. "didn't you want this?" He scoffed, two fingers spreading your lips apart and licking his lips at your hole clenching on nothing as it gushed more of your sweet essence− pooling on the fancy marble. "wanted to be taught a lesson− and fucked stupid? huh?" he swiftly landed two spanks right on your clit− a loud cry leaving your mouth and he glared at you with those brown− almost fully black now eyes, effectively getting you to quiet down. You didn't want to see what happens if you angered him further. You honestly didn't expect him to be this rough.

But you couldn't get yourself to complain when he flipped you around, taking his beloved tie off and binding your hands behind you− tight. He easily picked you up and pushed you against the door once again, face smushed against the high quality wood as he pushed your panties down to your knees in one fluid motion− quickly lining up with your entrance before pushing the fat tip in, making the both of you let out quiet moans. Your nails were digging into the sweaty palms of your hand at this point− yelping in surprise when he grabbed your hair and yanked your face to the side before enveloping your parted lips in a kiss. The kiss was much sweeter and gentle compared to his borderline brutal thrusts− a perfect balance, if you will.

Your ass recoiled with each slam of his hips against it, nasty squelching sounds filling the walls as you tried your very best to stay quiet. But unfortunately for you, your husband wasn't having any of that. Instead of shushing and telling you to keep quiet− he encouraged you to be louder− to scream his name until your lungs burned. He wanted you to be so damn loud so that fucker Satoru would know that you're his− that you're Kento's and he would make sure of it.

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[roosterforme]

Wild Rooster Chase | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley thinks about you more than he should, and his feelings for you run deeper than they ought to. You've never given him an indication that you want to take the teasing touches and playful flirtation to the next level, so he never pressed his luck. When you surprise him by sending a text message that could change everything, he's ready to chase you all over San Diego for some answers.

Warnings: adult language, fluff, angst, drinking

Length: 5700 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

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"What are you ladies doing here?" Bradley asked as you walked in with Halo and Phoenix on either side of you. "Thought tonight was the bachelorette party?"

"The Hard Deck is our first stop of the evening," you informed him as you planted your palm on his chest with a smirk, and he let you push him away from the bar. "We couldn't miss out on letting you guys see how nicely we clean up."

"Oh yeah?" he asked, as if he wasn't actively ogling you in your mini dress and high heels. He'd never been one to hide it, and he'd never been one to check out the other two, either. But that didn't mean he was going to act on it, because he was absolutely convinced this was just a game for you. One that he loved participating in. One that he knew was never going to go anywhere real.

"Yeah," you verified with a laugh. "We look hot."

"An indisputable fact," he whispered as he pretended like you were actually pushing him further out of your way. He'd move wherever you wanted him to, as long as you just kept touching him.

"Shoo," you scolded, looking up at him as your knee bumped his leg. "I need to buy some drinks, and you're in my way."

He covered your hand with his big one and immediately stopped moving. "Nice try, Blaze," he said with a grin as you attempted and failed to get him to budge more. "But I'm definitely buying you all a round for Callie's big night." He tossed his credit card onto the bar and draped one arm around Halo and the other around you before leaning in close to you and whispering, "And you always look nice. Even in your flight suits."

"What can I get for you ladies? And Rooster?" Penny asked, cutting him off just as he had you rolling your eyes. "Wait... he's not going out for Halo's bachelorette night, is he?"

"Absolutely not," you told her, tilting your head to look up at him with a devilish grin that made him a little nervous. His arm was still heavy across your shoulders as you said, "He's just here to buy us three Johnnie Walkers. Blue Label. Neat." 

"What?" His voice was strangled, and his eyes were wide. "That's over a hundred bucks!"

"But it's what we want. Isn't it, ladies?" you asked Halo and Phoenix as you tried not to laugh.

"It is," Halo confirmed. "And I'm the one getting married next weekend." 

When Bradley moaned and nodded at Penny, you gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks, Rooster. You're the sweetest."

"You mean I'm a sucker," he said, finally releasing both of you. "So where are you headed after this?"

Halo accepted her expensive Scotch as she said, "Cowboy Star for a steak dinner."

Bradley snorted. "Don't forget to take Jake with you," he said, nodding to where the other guys were hanging out near the dart board. 

"No boys allowed," you reminded him. "Especially not since we're taking Halo to Cheetahs after dinner."

"Strippers?" he asked as you picked up your Johnnie Walker. "Looking at hot, naked chicks? Sounds fun. What else?"

"Dancing at Pleasure Town!" Phoenix said, taking the last Scotch and holding it up. You and Halo both tapped your glasses to hers.

"Thanks, Rooster!" you said before taking a sip. He just shook his head as you pressed your lips to the glass, but a few seconds later, he ran his index finger along your arm and leaned a little closer again.

"Hey, you call or text me if you need anything, okay? I'll keep my phone on all night for you girls."

A chill seemed to run through your body, and just the mere thought of you calling him in the middle of the night left his mouth dry with need.

You chewed on your lip and looked up at him. "I'll let you know if I need you."

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I'll let you know if I need you.

Bradley couldn't stop thinking about that sentence. If you ever told him you needed or even wanted him for anything, he'd be there instantly. He wasn't afraid to admit to himself that he'd had a crush on you from the first day you arrived at Top Gun. He was sure you knew it, too. But there were some things he just didn't want to mess with. Your call sign was Blaze for a reason, after all. Too fucking hot to handle. Too damn enticing to be interested in him.

So he did what he always did on Saturday nights. Found the second cutest girl at the bar and tried his luck. 

It was two hours later and three drinks in with the redhead, and he knew he could probably get as lucky as he wanted to. Her hand was on his thigh, inching closer to the hem of his tropical print shirt, and she was all smiles.

"Let's play something on the jukebox," she told him, and he agreed as he followed after her. To his dismay, she picked your favorite song, and now he was having a bit of a hard time staying focused on the task at hand as she tucked herself against the wall and pulled him closer by his shirt.

"You like this song?" he asked, glancing at the jukebox like he expected you to be standing there. 

She shrugged and said, "Not really. I just pushed some random buttons," with a little giggle. "Now, come here."

Alright, so her lips were soft, and her tongue tasted like bourbon. She placed his hands on her hips, and he gave a little test squeeze which resulted in her tongue in his mouth. But the song was pulling up some other memories of you and him dancing together on New Year's Eve. When he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, it was almost a relief to pull away.

"Hey," she complained, reaching for him as he unlocked his phone. "I'm over here, Rooster."

"Sorry," he muttered, looking at her briefly, but he really wasn't. The text he got was from you. He held up one finger and took a step back as he opened it up. 

Blaze: Full disclosure, I'm drunk. And I'll probably regret this in the morning, but... I think about kissing you all the time.

"What the fuck?" Bradley said out loud as his eyes scanned the message again. It was a joke. It had to be. Or else he was reading it wrong? "Holy shit."

When he finally looked up, the redhead was pouting with her arms crossed. He needed another opinion, and he'd already lost interest in her anyway. He held up his phone and asked, "What does this mean?"

He watched her eyes as she read it, and a little crease appeared on her forehead. "It says get a life, jerk." She went walking off toward her friends as Bradley looked around for someone else to help him out. The guys were all playing pool and darts, but he didn't trust them as far as he could throw them anyway.

"Hey, Penny," he called out, cutting off several people who were trying to order drinks. He leaned all the way across the bar top to where she was pouring a martini. "Tell me I'm not losing my mind."

When he held up his phone, she squinted at the screen, and then her eyes went wide as she smiled at him. "I think someone overdid it and finally stated the obvious."

He was sweating now, afraid he was going to get this all wrong. "Like you think this is actually how she feels?"

She laughed and handed off the martini before pouring some wine. "Well, I don't want to speculate on someone else's behalf..."

"Bartenders are supposed to speculate," he told her, ready to climb over the bar and chase her down as she turned away from him to serve the wine. "It's your god given obligation."

She glanced at him over her shoulder. "Well, then, merely speculating, I would say that the way the two of you cozy up with each other seems a little more than platonic."

He shook his head. "No, that's probably just me you're reading in the scenario." But she was shaking her head back and forth as well. "It's her, too?" Now she was nodding as she reached for a pint glass. "Like she might actually want to make something happen here?"

"Speculation," Penny told him. "But I think you should find out for sure."

He could call you. He pushed himself away from the bar, found a nice, quieter corner, and he tapped your number in his phone.

'Hi, it's me. I can't answer my phone, probably because I'm flying a seventy million dollar aircraft at the moment. Leave a message.'

"Damn it," he groaned, already thinking about how nice it would be to sling his arm around your shoulders and lean all the way in next time. Let his lips meet yours instead of hitting the brakes like he'd trained himself to do. "Wait!" he said to nobody in particular now that he'd walked away from Penny. "Cowboy Star!"

Bradley had the fortitude to keep his phone out and use the rideshare app he had downloaded. He was definitely not sober enough to do this in the Bronco, and he couldn't stop fantasizing about your song playing on the jukebox while he had your body pressed up against the wall. He needed to get to you and get some questions answered. 

He chose the closest driver in the app, and while he was waiting for Julian in his white Toyota Camry to arrive, he read your text again.

Blaze: Full disclosure, I'm drunk. And I'll probably regret this in the morning, but... I think about kissing you all the time.

"Is she so serious right now?" he asked the night air as he waited in the parking lot. "Is she so fucking serious about this? I think about it, too!  A lot!" he practically shouted as he responded to your text.

Blaze, call me back. Are you talking about a kiss on the cheek? Or something more? We need to discuss ASAP.

"Hey, are you Bradley?"

He looked up to see the white Toyota was just sitting there. You had his head so messed up at the moment, he hadn't even noticed it.

"Julian?"

"Yeah, man," the driver replied, and Bradley quickly climbed in the backseat. "You're heading to Cowboy Star?"

"Yeah," he grunted as he buckled his seatbelt.

"I love it there," he said as he pulled out onto the road that ran parallel to the beach. "My wife got me the porterhouse for my birthday."

Bradley stared at his phone screen, hoping you'd write back or call him. "I'm not actually going for dinner. I'm trying to find a girl."

Julian whistled and shook his head. "Man, you should have just stayed at that bar."

He tipped his head back and groaned. "It's a very specific girl. And she's out with some friends for a bachelorette party."

"You know dudes aren't really supposed to go to those things, right?"

Bradley rubbed his free hand across his face and said, "I know, but she sent me this text that is very thought provoking." 

"What's it say?"

He kind of felt like an idiot telling his story to his Uber driver, but he still wasn't sure he was understanding your words correctly. It just didn't make sense. 

"Julian, I am very firmly in the friend zone with this hot girl from work, and tonight she sent me this message: Full disclosure, I'm drunk. And I'll probably regret this in the morning, but... I think about kissing you all the time."

"Bro," Julian said as he hit the accelerator a little harder. "You're so in, man."

"Am I?" Bradley asked, squeezing his phone and wondering why you weren't calling him back. "Like, this girl is smoking hot. She's cool as hell, too. And we flirt a bit, but it never goes anywhere. And now she's not answering me."

"Just hang on." Julian went a little faster still. "I'll get you there so you can sweep her off her feet."

Bradley hung onto the door handle, not even sure he knew how to sweep you off your feet. What kinds of guys did you usually go for? He'd be lying if he said he never noticed that your last boyfriend kind of looked like him. And in general, you seemed to have a thing for guys with brown hair who were pretty tall. 

"Shit," he grunted, just torturing himself by imagining he could be the one holding your hand and making you laugh. "Are we almost there?"

"Hell yeah, dude. Next block up."

When Julian stopped at to the curb, Bradley lunged out onto the sidewalk as he shouted, "Thank you!"

"Good luck!"

The restaurant was absolutely packed, and even the line to talk to the host was long. After a few seconds, he simply walked to the front and cut everyone else off.

"Hey!" complained the woman who was now behind him as he cleared his throat and addressed the host. 

"Excuse me, but do you know if there are still three hot women here eating dinner together?" he asked the host who gave him a bland look. "They were all in tight little dresses. One was red, one was blue, and one was like a gold color. And one of them was wearing a bachelorette sash!"

"Oh," he replied with a little smirk. "Those three." Bradley didn't appreciate the way his little grin grew as he said, "Hot is certainly the right word to describe them."

"Are they still here?" he asked impatiently, trying to look past him into the dining room now.

"No. They left about an hour ago."

"Fuck," he groaned, pushing away from the podium and storming back outside into the night. He found a spot on the busy sidewalk where he could stand, and he tried to call you again. 

'Hi, it's me. I can't answer my phone, because I'm probably flying a seventy million dollar aircraft at the moment. Leave a message.'

He wanted to scream, but he calmly said, "Blaze, it's Rooster. Call me back." When he hung up, he opened the rideshare app again, and he luckily saw Julian on the map immediately and tapped on his little icon. "Come on, Julian," he muttered, already looking down the street for the trusty Toyota to make its return. "Yes!"

Bradley threw himself into the backseat once again as the driver asked, "That was quick, bro. What happened?"

"They already left for the strip club," he groaned.

"Cheetahs?" Julian asked, tapping at his own phone before he started driving again. "Not gonna pretend I've never been there before."

Bradley tried to call you again, and once again he got to hear your voice tell him you weren't available. "I just don't understand why she's telling me this now, you know? I've known her for almost two years."

"Two years in the friend zone? Bro, do you have no game?"

"Julian, do not test me right now," Bradley said with a laugh. He held up his thumb and index finger and added, "I was this close to sealing the deal with another girl at the Hard Deck when I got the text from her."

"Ohhhh. So you're in love with her. Understood, my man."

Bradley sat back against the seat and stared out the window as the city lights streaked past. In love. Was he? You always seemed too perfect to get involved with. But love? Is that why he never pushed for more? 

"Damn," he muttered. "Maybe." Was the fear of crashing and burning what was ultimately holding him back? 

That was when Julian pulled a slick u-turn and coasted into the parking lot of Cheetahs which was advertising fully nude girls. He should have been concerned that suddenly the only girl he wanted to see that way was you. "Thanks, Julian," he said as he hopped out and slammed the door closed.

"You got this!"

Well at least Julian thought he could pull off something impossible tonight.

"Whoa, I'm going to need to see some ID." 

Bradley realized that his path was suddenly blocked by an absolutely massive bouncer with a bushy beard. 

"Come on," he complained, digging his wallet out of his back pocket. "I'm thirty-five."

"No ID, no entrance."

"Yeah, yeah. Understood," he said trying to get his driver's license free as one of the strippers walked outside for a break. He craned his neck to see through the open door as the loud music filtered out before the door closed.

"Hey, Cherry," the bouncer grunted, and Bradley looked down at the stripper who was leaning against the wall wearing a pink wig, the tiniest g-string and some pasties. 

She was looking at Bradley a little skeptically as she replied, "Hey, Murph." She kicked a rock out into the parking lot as she told Bradley, "You're getting here awfully late. All of the private rooms have been reserved for the rest of the night."

"I'm not here for that. I'm just looking for some girls," he replied, waiting patiently while Murph inspected his ID.

"Yeah," she said with a laugh. "We've got plenty of those. The hottest ones in San Diego, if you believe the neon sign above your head."

"No," he told her, really not in the mood to recount his story again. "I'm looking for some women I work with."

Now Cherry looked downright unconvinced as she asked, "Are you a stripper?"

Bradley accepted his driver's license back and gave Cherry a hesitant look. "Well, no, I'm not."

"Didn't think so," she muttered, and Bradley stopped in his tracks before he even reached for the door handle.

"Excuse me?" he asked, giving her a much more scathing look. "What's that supposed to mean? I'd be a fantastic stripper."

She shook her head and adjusted her tiny underwear. "You don't have the right build for it."

Bradley burst out into sardonic laughter. "Cherry, you must be joking," he said as he tucked his wallet away and flexed his biceps. "I could totally be a stripper."

"What song would you dance to?" she asked in an accusatory tone. 

"Sweet Emotion," he told her immediately. Yeah, he'd thought about it before, and yeah, he knew he'd absolutely kill it up on stage. But she just made a face in response. "What's wrong with my song?"

"Nothing, I guess, but there's no way you'd be raking in the tip money."

Bradley pointed across the parking lot to Hard D Boys, the male club that was associated with Cheetahs, and said, "Just for that, I'm coming back for their open auditions night, because you have no idea what you're talking about." She shrugged, and he shook his head. "I don't have time for this. Have you seen three hot women? A red dress, a blue dress and a gold dress? Like short dresses?" he asked, tapping his thigh with his hand to indicate that your dress left little to his imagination. "They are like around this tall?" he added, sticking his hand in the air around your height.

"Sorry, Mr. Sweet Emotion, but I only take note of the biggest tippers."

Bradley groaned and pushed the door open, and the music was so loud, it wasn't even worth trying to ask the bartenders if they'd seen you. As soon as his eyes adjusted to the dark, he walked around the cavernous club, trying to locate you three, but it was mostly men. And then he had the disturbing thought that maybe some guys tried to pick you up.

"Why are you doing this to me, Blaze?" he whispered to himself as he walked back through every corner he could find. He even asked a woman to check if you were in the ladies' restroom. He came up empty handed again. 

"God damn it," he said once he was back outside with Murph.

"To be fair," Murph said as he lit up a cigarette, "I think you'd make an okay stripper."

"Thank you for that," Bradley told him sincerely as he tapped his rideshare app again, but then he heard a horn honking and looked up. It was Julian, hanging out his car window. He'd waited for him. 

"She's not here?"

"No, Julian. She's not here!" he said as he rushed toward the Toyota and climbed in.

"Well, where are we going next?"

Bradley closed his eyes and thought about what Phoenix had said earlier at the Hard Deck. "Pleasure Town. They were going dancing at Pleasure Town."

"On it," Julian told him and shifted into drive.

It was after midnight now. Pleasure Town wasn't too far away, but he'd be lucky to even find you in there on the weekend. But if he did, you'd be dancing like crazy with the biggest smile on your face, pretending you liked the music they were playing while you thought about your own playlists instead. You'd be drinking some neon colored cocktail and trying to talk the girls into leaving to get cookies from that place that was open all night. You'd maybe even be checking your phone and finally, finally texting him back.

"Yeah, you're right, Julian."

"About what, my man?"

Bradley rubbed his hands over his face. "I'm in love with her."

Julian reached his arm back at a red light, and Bradley fist bumped him. "Yeah, that's what I'm talking about! I could tell right away. Don't worry. We'll find her."

But it got harder to be hopeful the longer he was in the dance club. There was barely any room to walk around, and there were dozens of women in little dresses that looked like the one you were wearing, but none of them had your face or your smile. You weren't here. 

He stood on the dance floor and read your text one more time.

Full disclosure, I'm drunk. And I'll probably regret this in the morning, but... I think about kissing you all the time.

He wanted to know what kissing you would feel like. Now that you opened his mind to something more, he'd never be able to stop thinking about it. But this time, he let himself finally focus on the word regret in your message.You'd regret what you said in the morning. He knew you; he knew you would never go for the idea sober. But he texted you one more time anyway.

Blaze, please call me when you get this. It doesn't matter what time it is. Just call.

When he walked back out into the cool, night air, Julian was right there at the curb waiting with a hopeful look on his face. "Bro, is she here?" When Bradley didn't respond, his face melted into sadness. "Or did she say the 'just friends' shit?"

"She's not here," he replied, once again climbing in the back of the now familiar car.

"We going somewhere else now? The pursuit continues?"

Bradley grimaced and said, "I think I should just throw in the towel and regroup. Can you take me back to the Hard Deck? I'm definitely sober enough to drive home now."

But even Julian sounded disappointed now. "Of course, dude. Anything you want."

"Thanks," Bradley grunted, watching as the city lights faded a bit as they got closer to the beach. When Julian parked near the Bronco, he said, "I appreciate all your help tonight."

He gave Bradley another fist bump. "You gotta start fresh tomorrow, man. And you can't leave me hanging, okay? I need a wedding invitation."

Bradley chuckled as he climbed out for the last time. "I'm about to leave you the biggest tip."

He tapped two hundred bucks into the app as Julian drove off shouting, "Good luck!"

With nothing else he could do right now, he climbed in the Bronco, cranked the engine and started to drive himself home for the night. He was tempted to swing by your place or at least try to call you one more time, but he decided to let you get some sleep before you started to regret your message. That way he'd have a little more time with this hopeful feeling in his chest.

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There was pounding. There was so much pounding. Maybe someone turned the music up even louder at Cheetahs? Or were you at Pleasure Town now? "Make them turn it down," you moaned, trying to cover your ears. That's when you realized you were in your bed. At home. Someone was knocking on your front door.

"Wait," you croaked as loudly as you could, your ears still buzzing from the loud music all night long. The bachelorette evening had been highly successful. Halo had a great time. But now you were hungover and not in the mood to deal with anyone. 

As you climbed out of bed, you grabbed your phone from the nightstand to check the time. The battery was almost dead, and you had a bunch of missed texts and calls, but you couldn't even focus on that until the pounding ceased.

"Please stop," you whined, flinging your door open before you even checked to see who it was. When you saw him it felt like someone poured warm caramel sauce on your heart or shoved you hard into a wall made out of soft foam: he always made you feel good and gooey and squishy in the most heart pounding, confusing way. "Rooster."

When he moved slightly, he stopped blocking the sunlight behind him and you squinted your eyes and groaned as you took a step back. "Blaze," he said in that raspy as sin voice as he blessedly closed your front door behind him. "You have a hangover."

You nodded, but even that was too much. "What gave it away?" you asked him softly, still holding your phone.

He snorted. "Well, for starters, you're still wearing your dress from last night."

"Oh." You hadn't realized that as you looked down at yourself for confirmation. "We went pretty hard. I can't even remember much after you bought us the Johnnie Walker at the Hard Deck."

He remained quiet until you looked back up at his face. "You... remember texting me?" His tone was one you'd never heard before, and it took you a few seconds to realize he was nervous. On edge. Hesitant. He was never any of those things with you, and you didn't like this at all.

"I texted you?" When you lifted your phone higher, you started to wonder why he hadn't hugged you when you opened the door. He usually always did. He swallowed hard, and you watched the scars along his neck as his Adam's apple bobbed.

"You really don't remember?"

Now he just sounded really fucking sad, and for some reason your brain was screaming at you that there was something you were definitely supposed to recall from last night. Something about Bradley. You left him at the Hard Deck after he paid for the Scotch, and then you went to dinner and drank more while you thought about him the whole time. But there was definitely something else.

"No. I really don't remember," you whispered, annoyed with yourself. You felt like it was somehow your fault that his lips were pressed in a tight line and his brow was creased.

"It's not important," he replied, all businesslike now. "Can I see your phone for a minute?"

"Yeah," you told him, handing it over and watching while he punched in your passcode. "What did you end up doing all night?"

He sighed and looked at you. "I ended up following you around to no avail."

"Why?" you asked, still clearly missing a piece of this whole puzzle as he started tapping your phone screen with his thumb. 

"That's not important either," he whispered, and you decided you didn't like any of this. 

You snatched your phone out of his hand and wrapped your arms around his neck. Almost reluctantly, he hugged you back before reaching his hand up to where you were holding your phone, trying to get it again. "What do you want my phone for so badly?"

He was acting strange, and when he said nothing in response, you lunged out of his grasp and tapped on your text thread with him. 

"Blaze," he barked out, but it was too late. You read what you'd sent him last night.

Full disclosure, I'm drunk. And I'll probably regret this in the morning, but... I think about kissing you all the time.

"Oh my god!" you screeched. "I didn't delete that?! I hit send!" You couldn't even meet his eyes now as you tried to figure out how to get him to leave so you could cry in peace.

"Blaze, it's okay," he promised, but you knew it wasn't.

"You were going to delete that message. And the ones you sent to me after it," you accused. "Weren't you?" When he just stared at you silently, you realized he was trying to save you from being embarrassed, but it was way too late for that. He didn't want you. He was never going to want you.

"No hard feelings," he said softly. "Go ahead and delete it yourself. We can pretend this never happened."

"No hard feelings?" you practically wailed, afraid you were going to cry in front of him. "I just ruined everything. You were never supposed to know how I feel about you, Bradley."

As soon as you ducked your head away from him, his fingers were under your chin tipping your face up so you were looking him in his impossibly endearing brown eyes. "I need you to explain this to me. Okay?" He took your phone gently from your hand and held it up with the message displayed. "Please, Blaze. Did you mean it? Is that how you think about me?" When you nodded slightly, he readjusted his hand on your face so he was cupping your cheek instead. "Baby, I followed you everywhere last night. I called you and texted you and rode around in a white Toyota with Julian for hours on end."

"Who's Julian?" you ask softly as Bradley slid your phone into his jeans pocket.

"He's my new friend," he replied, which cleared up exactly nothing for you. "I went on this insane chase from Cowboy Star to Cheetahs to Pleasure Town just to try find out if there was even the slightest chance that you really meant what you said."

He closed the distance between your bodies as he stroked his thumb along your cheek. "It was supposed to be my little secret," you whispered. "I just typed it out to see how it would look. I read it in my head and imagined how you might take it. It was supposed to get deleted. You were never supposed to know."

"Is it really so bad that I do?"

His question hung in the air between you, and once again you nodded. "Yes, Bradley. Yes, because it's going to complicate everything now. Work, and our friends, and hanging out at the bar. It's all ruined. Because you'll never look at me the same way you used to."

"Blaze," he rasped. "Baby, I don't want to look at you the same way I used to. Like I was never going to measure up. Like I could never be what you wanted."

You gasped as your eyes went wide. "What are you saying?"

He groaned and pressed his lips to your forehead, and you melted against him. "I'm saying that I chased you all over the city last night hoping like hell that you meant what you said. And that you didn't regret it."

Your head was spinning, but not from the hangover as you thought about how it could feel to be with this man. "You want this?" you asked in awe as your hands eased up along his chest to slip around his neck again.

"Desperately. And if you think you want to see where it goes, we can take it slow, you know?" he asked, his brown eyes hopeful once again. "We don't have to rush into anything crazy."

But you knew you were already kind of crazy about him. You had been for a long time. So you whispered, "I think I could fall in love with you," and his lips came crashing to yours. You moaned into his mouth. His lips and his mustache were even better than all those times you'd imagined kissing him. His huge hands were bunching up the fabric of your dress at your hips. You wanted every part of your body to be touching him from now until forever.

This was how good it felt when you and he stopped pulling your punches. When you both stopped pumping the brakes. You raked your hands through his wavy hair, gasping for breath as you asked, "Did you really try to find me last night?"

"Of course," he promised as you kissed along his mustache and across his cheek. "It was enlightening. I learned a lot about myself. Hey, do you think I'd be a good stripper?"

"God, Rooster," you groaned just thinking about it. "You'd be an excellent stripper."

"I fucking knew it," he grunted, half guiding you and half carrying you to your bedroom. "Listen, we should cuddle right now, but I'm going to need you to come to Hard D Boys with me one night. I'm pretty sure it's just to prove a point, but you never know."

You really weren't positive what he was talking about now, but it didn't matter. His lips were on your neck, and his weight was pressing you down onto your bed, and he was saying the most wonderful thing.

"I know for sure I could fall in love with you."

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He's such a simp, he would chase you anywhere. Imagine taking your brand new boyfriend to his stripper audition just because he has to prove a point. I mean, I wouldn't complain lol. Thanks for reading! And thanks to @beyondthesefourwalls and @thedroneranger

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[simp-for-the-masters]

Given Cheetah!Master has stronger instincts and senses than usual. I suspect he'd definitely use them to his advantage, especially intimately. Feral man would know if you were horny before you did and, with your consent, would happily help you whatever way you'd like. The fun is when you're horny during a plan and he pulls you off to one side and fucks you against the walll because your scent is driving him wild so he has to claim you. If you have something to do, he'll obviously let you do that, but you'll be in his lap so he can slip his hand into your underwear to finger you when either you're too aroused to focus or he just wants to make you squirm in his lap as he makes you cum for him.

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[rafecameronssl4t]

Just a friend || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Summary: based off season 4 ep 2 with the scene between Rafe x Hollis x Sofia

Warnings: nothing rlly

Word count: 1,308

A/n: I know I said I was on a break but just did my final exam for my law course for the year 😝 thank fuck! ALSO send thru any requests u have for the new season 🤗🤗 writing a bunch to post for when i do come back fully 💗

MASTERLIST

The evening air was warm and humid, typical of a late summer night in the Outer Banks. The Kooks had gathered at one of the island’s most luxurious estates for a party that oozed exclusivity. You were dressed in a new cheetah print set, the fabric of it hugging your body just right, making you feel confident as you walked through the crowd with your drink in hand.

Across the yard, you noticed him leaning casually against a table, his broad shoulders and clean-cut look commanding attention. But what caught your eye more was the woman standing next to him. She was older, probably in her late thirties or early forties, with a certain allure that radiated confidence.

Her blonde hair stopped below her ears, and she was smiling at Rafe in a way that made your stomach twist a little. You slowed your steps, eyes narrowing as you observed their conversation. Her hand rested on his arm, just for a moment too long. He was smiling at something she said, that charming smile that you knew all too well lighting up his face.

Jealousy began to bubble up inside you, and before you could stop yourself, you made your way over to them. The closer you got, the more clearly you could hear their conversation, though their words were light—nothing out of the ordinary. Still, the way she was looking at him didn’t sit right with you. “Hey, Rafe,” you interrupted, stepping between them, your tone casual but laced with something more.

You gave the woman a polite smile, but your focus was entirely on Rafe, waiting for him to introduce you. He glanced down at you, his eyes flickering with amusement before turning back to the woman. “Oh, this is my friend, Y/n. Y/n this is Mrs. uh... Miss Robinson. Hollis” Rafe said, barely sparing you a second glance as he introduced you with that casual tone, like your presence was nothing out of the ordinary.

Your friend. The word stung, and you fought to keep the irritation off your face, offering the woman a tight-lipped smile. She didn’t seem to notice the tension in your posture, only giving you a polite nod before turning back to Rafe. “Nice to meet you,” You say, being polite as you push down the feelings. "Pleasure is mine, Y/n," she said in a silky voice, her eyes still lingering on him.

“I hope we can stay in touch?” The woman says. “Yeah, sure” Rafe replied with a smile, his voice low and smooth. You stood there, feeling like an outsider as the two exchanged one last glance before she turned to leave, her heels clicking softly against the stone patio. Once she was gone, you turned to Rafe, eyebrows raised, not even trying to hide the edge in your voice.

“Who was that?” you asked, your finger tapping on the table as you looked up at him. Rafe took a sip of his drink, leaning back against the table with a relaxed smirk playing on his lips. “Uh Hollis Robinson. Biggest realtor on the island,” he said nonchalantly. “And, you know, the biggest cougar too.” You blinked, letting that sink in.

“Oh,” you said, your tone flat, but you couldn’t ignore the prickling feeling of jealousy creeping up your spine. You knew Rafe was teasing—he always did—but something about the way she’d looked at him, and the fact that he introduced you as just a friend, was digging under your skin. He noticed the shift in your expression immediately and that smirk only widened.

“What?” he asked, his voice dripping with amusement, “you jealous?” You let out a soft scoff, rolling your eyes at him. “Should I be, friend?” you shot back, your voice mocking as you threw his words back at him. You crossed your arms tighter, trying to hide the heat rising in your chest. Rafe chuckled, that lazy grin of his not faltering for a second. “I mean…” he started, glancing in the direction Hollis had gone, his tone teasing before he glances down at your body.

“Depends on what she’s offering.” Your eyes widened slightly in disbelief, and you instinctively reached out to shove his chest, a playful but annoyed push. He barely budged, still grinning like he found the whole situation entertaining. “You’re such an ass,” you muttered, rolling your eyes again, though this time a small smile tugged at your lips.

“I’m joking, babe, I’m joking,” Rafe laughed, grabbing your wrist gently before you could turn away from him. “Come on, you know that.” You tried to maintain your annoyed expression, but when his arms wrapped around your waist and he pulled you into him, the warmth of his body melting the last of your resistance, you let out a sigh.

“I hate you,” you mumbled against his chest, your voice muffled as you pressed your cheek to his shirt. He chuckled softly, resting his chin on top of your head as his arms held you close. “No, you don’t,” he said with that infuriating confidence, his voice soft but teasing as always. “You just hate that I get under your skin.”

You couldn’t argue with that. There was something about Rafe that always managed to push your buttons, and as much as you wanted to stay mad at him, moments like this made it impossible. His arms around you, his teasing words… It was almost like he knew exactly what you needed to hear.

You rolled your eyes one last time, but your voice was softer now. “You really are the worst, you know that?” Rafe just laughed again, his arms tightening slightly around you. “Yeah, but you love me anyway.” You didn’t respond, but the way you let yourself relax against him said enough.

Rafe’s eyes sparkled with amusement as he watched you, and for a second, you thought about pushing him away again. But the warmth of his embrace and that stupid grin on his face kept you rooted where you stood. "Hollis Robinson, huh? a cougar?" you muttered, looking up at him.

Rafe shrugged, clearly unfazed. "Yep. She’s been around forever. Works her charm with all the guys." You look away, biting your lip lightly, "Well, did she?" You lock eyes with him as he furrows his eyebrows lightly. "Did what?" He questions with a hint of confusion in his tone.

You trail your hands up his chest, stopping at his neck, Rafe's eyes followed. "Y'know... Work her charm on you." Rafe smirked, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't turned on right now. "Dunno, guess so," He teased, his voice low and playful. You scoffed, shoving his chest harder this time, though he barely flinched.

"Jerk," you snapped, the annoyance now mixing with a hint of amusement you couldn’t fully suppress. Rafe laughed, catching your wrist in his hand again, but this time he held on tighter, pulling you closer with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Relax, baby. She's like the same age as Rose and that's fucking weird."

The sincerity in his voice, however playful, made your frustration melt away just a little. His arms snaked around your waist once more, pulling you back into the warmth of his chest. "I’m not that easy to replace," you muttered, still annoyed but leaning into him slightly. "No one’s saying you are," Rafe chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"Now, come on, admit it—you hate it when I mess with you, but you love me." You let out a sigh, a small smile creeping back onto your face despite your best efforts. "You’re impossible," you mumbled against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your cheek. He squeezed you a little tighter, his breath warm against your hair. "Yeah, but you wouldn’t want me any other way."

[jungaji]

CATCH THAT GOMDO! ᵔⰙᵔ | l.hc

synopsis: neo city zoo and aequarium have been fierce competitors for years, fighting to outshine each other. what would happen to the two attractions when you decide to pocket a cute bear keychain lying near the jellyfish display for yourself, blissfully unaware that it belongs to the infamous zookeeper, lee haechan?

pairing: zookeeper!haechan x aquarist fem!reader

genre: social media au (some written parts), rivals to lovers, fluff, humour!!!, slight angst, slow slow slow burn

warnings: explicit language, suggestive/death jokes

authors note: hi hi ive always enjoyed reading smaus so i decided to take a leap and make my own! english is not my first language so please excuse any mistakes i make,, i hope you have fun reading! >.<

status: ongoing (260924)

taglist: open please send an ask to be added jic i miss your reply! :]

MASTERLIST

profiles one | profiles two

prologue

01 | lost and found

02 | we hate him too

03 | haechan's plan

04 | silly mark

05 | ugly ass fishes

06 | too far

07 | the world is healed

08 | apologies

09 | perchance

10 | cheetah lee

11 | we're over

12 | iced americano

13 | what the flip

14 | jaemin wannabes

15 | whats going on mark

16 | dumbasses

17 | minion language

18 | freaky friend

19 | whats a dehet

20 | our son

bonus chapters

01 | gomdo lee's rival

reblogs, likes and replies are appreciated! feel free to send constructive feedback/thoughts in my asks ʕ -ᴥ•ʔ

[hxney-lemcn]

When You Nerd Out (Biology Edition) — Overblots x gn! reader

summery: the overblots find out you're more of a nerd than they realized...

tw: mentions of bugs (not really but I digress), mentions of arachnids (literally just the name of one lol), mentions of reptiles (idk maybe people are scared of them), mentions of snakes.

a/n: a reptile show is happening soon and I've been looking into so many reptiles/invertebrates/amphibians I had to get this out of my system somehow. What better way then to ramble to fictional characters? (Help me)

wc: 1.2k (~180 per character)

Master List

❥ Riddle Roseheart

When Riddle first met you, you were downtrodden, having just been thrown into a new world filled with magic and flair that yours didn’t. Your grades weren’t the best (but far from the worst), and you always seemed tired no matter what. So when your eyes lit up when he showed you the flamingo and hedgehog cages/pens he was surprised at the amount of facts that spilled from your lips. From how flamingos get their color to how hedgehogs are carnivores. Or how you could even ramble on about flowers and plants, like how tea garden roses are the most short lived species. From then on, Riddle would come to you for even the smallest of things. Did you want to feed the animals with him? This rose bush is wilting, are there any tips to bring it back? Do you know the meaning behind the colors of roses? No particular reason for that last question…just don’t question the bouquet of white and red roses mixed with baby’s breath that show up on your doorstep the next day.

❥ Leona Kingscholar

It was hard not to notice when you seemed to be on the brink of exploding. How you’d stare at awe in Leona’s presence, as you should. But your eyes would always wander to his ears, teeth, tail, nails. It got to a point that he felt like you were mentally dissecting him. It was his downfall to growl out a short “what”, as you started to pile on questions to the beastman prince. “Are your nails sharper than a humans?”, “How much better can you hear?”, “Does your tail help you balance?” All Leona could do was stare at you with boredom. Who knew his herbivore was a nerd? He supposes he could humor you for a little bit. Press his sharp nails lightly into your skin, a teasing smile as he asks if you’d like a test. Perhaps a nibble to show you how well his canines work? It all goes awry when you start taking interest in other beastmen, who cares about the cheetah or leopard bestmen when you have a lion prince right here?

❥ Azul Ashengrotto

Azul never thought twice about where he’s come from. He’s seen many kinds of merpeople, many kinds of fish or crustaceans or sharks. But he knew land dwellers didn’t have that, which is why he has the giant aquarium in his lounge. He got used to the awed expressions as well, more focused on swindling the poor souls. So when your jaw dropped and how you clearly restrained yourself from running up to the giant aquarium, Azul felt giddy. He could offer you something most couldn’t. He’d watch as you’d point out a fish or ray that you saw and explain how much you loved the color or how magnificent it looked. When you brought up how smart you thought octopi are, it was over. His heart couldn’t take it. You know he was an octopus merperson right? You were basically complimenting him without realizing it. He couldn’t get over how you stared in wonder at the blue ringed octopus that was waving back at you. And oh sevens you were giggling at it? He wasn’t getting jealous over another octopus, no way…

❥ Jamil Viper

Jamil noticed the excited look in your eyes when you learned his last name was Viper, but nothing had happened at the time. It wasn’t until Kalim had you rambling about animals did Jamil realize just how much you seemed to love snakes. How you named your favorite in a heartbeat to how you scrutinized the ones you looked into as pets. It wasn’t until Kalim started to offer to buy you all those snakes and more did he have to step in. Yet Jamil felt flustered when your gaze landed on him, your eyes that had been filled with fondness while rambling about snakes had only seemed to get brighter when looking at him. Reluctantly, Jamil let you drag him to a reptile show, something Kalim had pushed him to do. For his own sanity, Jamil ignored the giant pouch of money Kalim tried to stealthily hand you, instead, focusing on your awed expression at the variety of animals. He couldn’t help but watch the snakes in awe with you, and when you asked him if he wanted to help you set up an enclosure for one…who was he to say no?

❥ Vil Schoenheit

Vil is a busy man. With photo and movie shoots to interviews to taking care of himself, there isn’t much time to stop and smell the roses. But with you, he tries to make time, and it's like a breath of fresh air every time. It was nice to sit outside and bask in the sun (with sunscreen of course) and talk with you. Something had clearly caught your eye when you dropped from the bench to scoop something off the ground. Vil thought he knew you well enough…apparently not. He hadn’t expected to see you shove a rolly polly, pill bug, potato bug, whatever you want to call them into his face…okay maybe he’s exaggerating. You held the little thing far enough away that it wasn’t all too startling. He swore he never saw you so excited about something, or how you rambled that they weren’t bugs, but crustaceans that live on land. The way you gently held the critter to how fondly you looked at the curled up thing made Vil’s heart flutter. You always seemed to find beauty in things most would shudder at. How odd.

❥ Idia Shroud

Idia had no idea how you managed, but you had convinced him to get a plant. You had called it a zz plant, and thought it would be perfect to liven his room up as it didn’t need direct sunlight. He watched the plant as it sat next to a grow light, it needed something since he didn’t have any windows. The dark purple leaves were pretty, you were right. As much as he tried to keep up with watering, he would forget, but Ortho seemed to have it covered. When little leaves started sprouting, Idia felt proud, a weird feeling he wasn’t used to. When you came over and saw how well it was doing you beamed. That stupid fluttery feeling filled him as you praised him, not to mention it mixing with feeling proud. Not a good combo, as now he was thinking of asking you if there’s any other plant you may recommend, just to get you rambling once more about different plants that could thrive in his little cave of a room.

❥ Malleus Draconia

Although Malleus loves to hear your voice, you always seem content to hear him ramble. The way your eyes watched intently, trying to find what he was pointing out on a gargoyle, or how you’d ask questions about the differences of a gargoyle and grotesque. At first, he was concerned when you gasped, had you gotten hurt somehow? Yet he found you excitedly pointing out a house gecko that stood near the gargoyle he was talking about. He watched you in awe as your eyes glittered, and how you were basically jumping up and down. Then you started going on about geckos, reptiles, and all sorts of odd things people keep as pets. The way you basically swooned at the thought of owning a crested gecko or a crocodile skink, Malleus was ready to hand you all the money you needed. He is the best and worst, as he’ll never tell you no and fund your hobby till your heart’s content. Just make sure to pay attention to him too, yeah? Unlike skinks or tarantula’s, he likes your affection. Plus, he’s the best reptile of them all, no? He’d gladly show you his dragon form.