#since I didn't see anything on my dash yet

[jd-loves-fiction]

hii~ how are you, dear?

so.. how do you think leona or (and) malleus would react when they see someone flirting with mc and mc flirting back? (they are not a couple yet but already have feelings for each other. mc didn't flirt with the other people seriously, they were just playing)

🌑can you tell I have a favorite 💀🙃

❖ 𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐚 ❖

Oooh you're playing a dangerous game

Chances are Leona's been dropping HEAVY hints that he wants you

If you're not a beastman, there's a chance you haven't noticed but if whoever dared to flirt with you is a beastman and they still decided to do it...

They're about to find out why the lion's the king of the savanna

Leona's not the hesitant kind of guy when it comes to romance, if he wants you he'll make it very clear

But the moment he senses that you might not be interested, he'll back off

That being said, I do believe the actual first step into a relationship would have to be made by you

Reason being that Leona is quite comfortable in his loneliness and in the Sunset Savanna women tend to be the ones making moves

If you're not a woman, my opinion still stands since he's lazy and fine with romance pass him by

So this situation is actually very likely to happen before you get into a relationship

But he will be glaring straight through this pest with his poisonous green gaze until they piss off

If that doesn't happen, then his jealousy might actually persuade to do something like striding up to you and throwing an arm over your shoulders

He won't say anything since he feels he shouldn't need to, just waits for them to give into his glowering and scowling

This might be what triggers a confession, whether from you or him! :D

(The one who'd been flirting with you, however, might never know peace again💀🫡)

❖ 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐮𝐬 ❖

This might be an even more perilous situation (not that you'd notice)

While Leona likely has some experience with romance and therefore isn't all that surprised by this situation

Malleus however (in my opinion) is entirely inexperienced when it comes to love and so unprepared for this

All he feels is ugly green envy crawling around inside his chest

Why are they so close to you? Why would they say those things to you? Why would reciprocate? Do you not care for him as he does you??🥺

Bby is spiraling 💀

Pray Lilia is around (tho he usually is) to help him understand the situation

He'll understand that he just hasn't been clear enough with his advances and so will take this as an opportunity to make them crystal clear

By confessing to you right in front of the other person :)

By the time he's done they should be gone (if they didn't dash off immediately upon seeing THE Malleus Draconia approaching them)

He might become a little more possessive than usual after this occurrence

Can you blame him? He's not used to the feelings you awaken in him :(

Plus, dragons are very protective of their treasure 👀

[the-ancient-dragons]

Welcome back to Overcomplicating the Pyrrhian Tribes! This week: the beloved RainWings!!

You know what's up. Joy Ang and Tui are so cool and I am just me.

Details and explanation below!

Otherwise, next week are the chilly IceWings! See you then!!!

More overcomplicated dragons.

I knew the RainWings would be really important, and I think they turned out the best of all the ones I've done. I think they're my favourite because they are basically the perfect mix of extra realism spice without altering Joy's design too much. The SkyWing design is awesome and I love it to bits, but it is one of the two that are the farthest from canon.

As for the RainWing.... I had. So. Much. FUN. I heavily used chameleons and snakes - they're basically the two main species on my research board - but there is a dash of cuttlefish and frilled lizard in there. Where, you ask? Well if you look closely, all over the RainWing are little tiny flecks of darker colour. I found a beautiful reference of a close-up on a cuttlefish eye. Its skin is dotted in thousands of little marks and I thought that would be perfect for the RainWing, who can camouflage just as well as them. I don't know if it's been discussed in canon but I bet they could animate their scales more than just colour shifting - cuttlefish are known for using their rapidly shifting patterns to hypnotize prey. RainWings could do it too, sort of like Ka from Disney's 2D animated Jungle Book.

Speaking of Ka - snakes. I love snakes. The head structure of the RainWing here is very smooth and rounded with muscles based on snakes like the python. I was even going to originally draw them in a venom striking pose and got as far as completing the lineart, but ultimately decided it wouldn't fit the calm portraits of the other tribes.

Will you see it in the future? Hell yeah! Pure, unhinged, magical death spit. Looking at it now I might try to alter it to be a full piece of Glory attacking Scarlet or Crocodile.

In the striking pose you can see the frills much better, but I still took my time on this serene pose (this is where the frilled lizard influence comes in). If you notice that I've drawn every scale (every single scale) then, yes, I am insane. If you didn't know that yet, you know it now. You have to draw guide lines and follow them meticulously while you wonder why you don't make a scale brush, and then cry because you know the randomness and imperfections that come from drawing a thousand circles is how it looks natural. The eye area is actually my favourite part, since drawing dragon eyelids was the original inspiration for doing this. Did I mention that? I wanted to draw eyelids.

EYELIDS.

I digress. Besides the eyelids, I like the frills on the action pose, but this pose is where I like the body scales more. When zooming in on my chameleon colour refs, I noticed the very rhythmical distribution of their scales and figured I would give it a try. They actually do have extra large circular scales along their bodies, which is where I guess the canon RainWing design gets it from. Very clever, Joy!

Anyway, on this version, those small circular scales appear on the face. Not only that, but I added a bit of influence from the snouts of my ref chameleons by extending the nose bridges to wrap around the nose horn. They blend in so seamlessly and that's the reason why I love this design - it's subtle, barely there, mostly Joy but a little extra.

Wow, I talk too much. If you're here, thank you! It's not mandatory to read, but very appreciated. I heard once that visitors at an art gallery look at each piece an average of 2-3 seconds. Or was it 3-6? Idk, but it was shockingly short, and ever since then I've tried to encourage myself to pay more respect to other artists and glean their work for little details I skip after that quick glance. I could talk so much more about these designs but that would be like an hour long video, each, lol. If you have questions about anything, ask away!

[waywardsou2]

FatherFigure!Logan X Latebloomer!AdoptedMaleReader

I was not expecting this to end up being this long...but I guess it is. I'm really happy with how this turned out. I won't spoil it. But this reader's mutation is my favourite in any universe.

Summary: You were adopted by Logan on one of his errands out of the school. Charles has deduced that you were a mutant but your mutation has not presented itself yet. One day it does, and it's not pretty.

Tags: blood, slight gore, warning for graphic imagery, hurt/comfort, father Logan, mentions of Charles and Jean

Word Count: 1.4k

Logan was sitting in Charles' office. It had been a few weeks since he had decided to stay at the school permanently and had taken up the job offer as a history teacher.

To be fair he had been alive since before the civil war so there wasn't anyone more perfect for their job. Especially now that he was able to get a lot of his memories back.

Charles has become like somewhat of a father figure to Logan, if not a good friend and confidante at the very least.

Logan had not only chosen to stay so the he could have a free room and a purpose in life but also because of you.

He had found you on a missions, picked you up and taken you back to the school. Charles had let Logan know when he was in the area that there was a mutant who hadn't presented yet.

It was safest for you here. Just because there was no way to actually tell when or what your mutation might manifest into.

But as Logan and Charles talked Charles fell silent in the middle of their conversation. Logan's eyebrows twitched in question as Charles eyes went glassy before coming back to focus on Logan. A new found worry in his eyes.

"Charles?"

"His mutation has finally manifested...Logan go"

Logan didn't have to be told twice. He knew at some point your mutation would manifest but it was hard to say when. You were well past the age of your mutation manifesting physically but there's a late bloomer in every species.

Logan pushed his chair back, it squeaking across the floor as it scrapes along the wood. He dashes down the corridors, dodging kids left and right as he makes his way to your room.

As soon as he turns down the corridor your room is in he hears it.

A piercing scream that hurts his amplified senses. A sound makes his heart ache.

He gets to the door of your room and pushes it open.

He finds you on the floor, curled in on yourself. Your shirt ripped in the back and a spattering of blood on your shirt and the floor.

You look up to see Logan. Thank fuck he's here. Before you could say anything, you open your mouth and a scream replaces your words. A sharp throb of pain spreading across your back and into your spine once more.

Logan bends down in front of you and tries to sit you up but you stay tucked into yourself.

He checks you over, as much as he can without moving you but he doesn't need to look too hard. Now that he's closer, kneeling in front of you he can see what's happening.

Sticking out of the holes in your ripped shirt are two bones, partially covered in skin and what looks to be...no way are those feathers?

Are you growing wings?

He hadn't heard of a mutation like this before. One the alters bone structure and genetic make up well into adolescent development. He would have to get Jean to check you over but right now he knew you couldn't move.

He could see the bone moving, growing at an accelerated rate that should have taken a years naturally. The skin and feathers began growing over the bone as more and more of it began to grow and stick out of your skin. The flesh around it was torn and you were bleeding profusely. He was worried about the blood loss but there was no way to staunch the blood without interfering with your growing. He might make it worse if he tampered with it.

So instead he sat there with you. He pulled you over to him so you could still stay doubled over, but your head was resting on his lap as he curled his legs underneath himself. He kept his hand in your hair, stroking it and whispering comfort to you.

He was hard to hear over your crying and occasional cries of pain but his presence was enough. It meant everything to you.

But that feeling was too mingled with fear and pain and you couldn't fully process anything. You just let the tears fall down your face as you tried to stifle your screams. Biting down on your own lip until it bled so that you didn't frighten any of the other children.

Logan watched as the bones continued to grow from your back. Sticking out further and further until a second bond joined the first one creating the rest of the wingspan as more feathers, longer and stronger began sprouting from further down the wing.

It was a few hours before the mutation had fully manifested. You had long since stopped crying the tears staining your face. You lay breathing heavily with your head still in Logan's lap.

He hadn't left your side the entire time. You sniffed and tried to keep your breathing even but even though the pain was gone the panic was not going anywhere.

When Logan was sure it was all over he helped you sit up. Making sure you didn't sit on your new wings and didn't aggravate the injury.

"Can you stand? We need to get you to Jean."

You nodded. Your back felt strange. There was a new weight. A new neurological connection to a set of muscles that hadn't existed before. You could feel the wings, you were in tune to them. Having them felt as natural as having two arms. But moving them hurts. So you let them drag on the ground behind you, rather than holding them up.

Logan took your hand and helped you walk to Jeans lab. You felt dizzy, all the blood loss has made you woozy.

Your bedroom floor and Logan's jeans were stained with it. There was so much.

Logan looked at your wings as he walked beside you. They were a deep green. Something like the leaves of the forest he used to live in during the spring. It was a beautiful colour. It matched your eyes and your hair.

He felt your pain. Knowing what it was like to have your body rip itself open for a "gift" you didn't want.

He was going to be there for you every step of the way whilst you figured this out. He made a promise to take care of you and he was going to keep it. Even if that mean struggling through your manifestation.

The two of you got to Jeans lab and she had you lay face down on her table. She poked at your wings trying to move your ripped shirt and new wings aside so she could assess the damage. It hurt. Any movement hurt but if she didn't clean the wound it would hurt a lot more later on.

She has to cut you out of your shirt because the blood had dried into a sticky brown colour and she couldn't risk getting cotton in the gashes.

She explained to you what she had to do and you nodded accepting what was necessary.

Logan crouched down in front of you and you looked at him from the bench. Forcing out a smile before Jean got to work. You shoved your face down into the table hiding the expression of pain you could feel twisted into your features. You didn't want Logan to see that. But he grabbed your hand and held onto it. You squeezed it each time pain ebbed over your skin. And he squeezed back, letting you know he was still here.

After what felt like too long Jean announced she was done. She had to stitch up a gap that was unnecessary to your wings range of movement. The extra flesh that had been torn from the growth.

She informed you that you would have to come see her again the next day and that you would have to be careful how you slept and moved until everything had fully healed and your body had adjusted.

After that Logan leads you back up to your room and helps you into bed. You don't bother to get changed. You doubt that you would fit into any of your shirts now anyway. You crawled into bed and tried to find a comfortable position but it was hard. You didn't have enough room anymore.

You reached a hand out from your place on your bed. Feeling with your hand you try to find Logan in the darkness of your room. He takes your hand and with the little strength you have you try to pull him towards you.

He gets the message and sits down in your bed. Kicking off his boots and pulling you back to lay on his legs and chest. Acting as a full body pillow for you. Within moments the exhaustion of the day caught up with you and you were out like a light.

I'm so glad I could write this. Staying up till 2am was totally worth it gets this done. I'm so proud of it! If you like this then please consider sending in a request of your own. I would be happy to take them in

[pomefioredove]

hi dove! since you want requests, here’s one!

could i please have "are you cake? 'cause i want a piece of that." with lilia? maybe he’s trying to learn some slang to understand the youngsters more and decides to use it on his s/o?

but that’s just an idea, feel free to do whatever you like with the prompt! <3

I've gotten the most lilia requests from these prompts than anything else hehe... I see you guys

summary: "are you cake? 'cause i want a piece of that" type of post: short fic characters: lilia additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is not specified to be yuu, established relationship, short (more lilia content later dw), not proofread a part of this event

"Are you cake? 'Cause I want a piece of that,"

The reaction is immediate. You look at him from over your shoulder with a mystified expression, as if he had started speaking in tongues (which he does, sometimes).

It's enough to make him break character and giggle.

"Who taught you that?" you ask, turning to face him fully. "Cater again?"

Lilia tsks, waving his finger in your face. "I figured this one out all on my own. I'm not senile yet, you know,"

You roll your eyes and start walking down the hall, which he takes as a delicious invitation to tease you more.

He simply can't resist when it comes to you, and you know it.

Oh, you know him far too well.

"Aw... you didn't like it? Not even a little?" he feigns a pout, trailing alongside you. "I thought it was rather charming. Dashing, even! So much more colorful than the lines we had in my day..."

"Now I'm afraid to ask what those were," you sigh, though you're smiling.

He laughs again, amused by your attempt at acting annoyed. "I suppose I can spare you the burden of knowing. Shall I try another contemporary one?"

"Is it going to be corny?"

He smiles deviously. "Afraid so. I'm saving all my good ones for tonight, after all,"

[hitomisuzuya]

Hi Suzu! I hope you’re doing well. Lately I’m also extra infatuated with Aventurine, especially since I got his LC during his rerun recently! So I have a Husband!Aventurine x Wife!Reader request!

Husband!Aventurine who’s just had a long day at the company and came home to his wife wearing his favourite pair of lingerie.

Husband!Aventurine who ended up having sleepy sex with his wife. He’s tired, but this man could never say no his darling wife!

Husband!Aventurine who still give the best aftercare despite being so exhausted all day, and seeing him all tired, reader pampered him with all the rubs, and kisses he deserves.

husband!aventurine x fem!reader. soft smut. established marriage. creampie. riding. spoiling aventurine. a slight dash of breeding kink. aftercare.

upmost congrats! since he evaded on his first banner, i pulled him, his E1 and his lightcone. also, mind your shields extra everyone. i don't think hoyo has fixed the bug with him yet. 😭 i love this man oml

the ipc is demanding, this you knew. it was well past 2 system hours in the morning by the time aventurine returned home to you, his beautiful eyes hooded with exhaustion. you immediately went to your husband, helping him take off his jacket. "you are home. i missed you," you greeted in a way that never failed to make his heart flutter.

he sighed as you hung his jacket up. "sweetheart, what are you doing still awake? i insisted that you go to bed hours ago," he often frequently called to check in when he was working late. even his voice was heavy with exhaustion.

however, the feeling ebbed away a little seeing you in front of him now. the expensive silk robe he bought you just because was open, revealing his favorite lingerie that clung to your body in all the right ways. despite how tired he is, he couldn't ignore the growing ache in his cock either. "not that i don't enjoy your spectacular presentation though."

you put your arms around him, smiling softly up at him. "i didn't want to go bed without you," you blushed looking away shyly.

aventurine chuckled softly. "cute, but," he curled his fingers under your chin and tilting your head up to look at him, "but there is something else rattling around in your pretty head. i can tell."

"let me take care of you in bed tonight. you always work so hard, especially at the end of the year and i just wanted--" you begin, being cut off with a soft kiss to your lips.

you always look so cute when you are flustered. "how can i possibly say no to that?" pressing your body up against his, you more than felt how hard he is. all you want to do is take care of your husband. nothing else mattered to you.

you were already melting in aventurine's hands as he kissed you again, his lips never leaving yours as he guided you to the bedroom. his fingers were nothing but soft and delicate as he removed your robe and lingerie. even though he knew he could easily buy it again for you, he couldn't bear to rip anything off his delicate little wife.

"so responsive," he praised sleepily as he you shivered from his touches on your bare skin, goosebumps prickling on your skin as soft moans rose in your throat. your cheeks flushed, wet pooling between your legs hearing his praise.

he carefully set you on the bed, crawling up next to you. "i'm sorry, sweetheart. you'll have to be on top tonight," he generally liked being on top, watching your face contort with pleasure while he made you feel good.

"shh, it's okay," you said, putting your index finger on his lips as you straddled him. "let me take care you, my dear husband," you rolled your hips down, gliding your pussy on his cock as you guided it between your folds.

he groaned, his hips twitching to grind back into you. it always felt so heavenly for him to feel your wet warmth soaking onto his cock. his hands shook as he put them on your hips, gently helping guide your pace.

"you sound so beautiful," he said, watching your delicate hips rock as his length rubbed against your ever throbbing clit. your moans rising in octave a welcome symphony in his ears. it made him forget about the obnoxious grind of the day. "wifey," he teasingly added, firmly groping your ass.

you let out a shy squeak, butterflies fluttering in your stomach. "allow me, beautiful," he lifted you with a hand on your hip to guide his cock to your weeping entrance. "i should really be the one taking care of you," he moaned feeling your hole clench around just the tip of his cock.

you put your hands on his cheeks, and shook your head. "then take care of me. take care of me by cumming inside of me," your thumbs skimmed across his cheeks, firmly rolling your hips down to slowly push his cock inside of you. "who knows, you might put me in a delicate condition."

aventurine's cheeks flushed, not being able to help his moans as his cock stretched you apart. aeons, he'd hit the literal jackpot marrying you. his back arched off the bed, his hands tightening on your hips as you started to ride his cock. his hips tiredly bucked up into yours, his eyes marvelling at your way your breasts bounced in time with your rhythm.

"please, harder," he moaned, one hand wandering down to your puffy clit. you threw your head back, twitching in pleasure while his beautiful fingers worked over the sensitive nub. you increased your pace, his cock head rubbing and nudging into your sweet spot.

aventurine lost control a little. a gasp of pleasure tore from your throat as he suddenly started thrusting up into you, driving his cock more relentlessly into your sweet spot. his darling wife was working so hard to take care of him, the least he could do was return the favor and happily help you along in cumming.

he craved you feel you gush on his cock while he spilled his cum inside of you.

"that's it, sweetheart," he moaned in encouragement, "i'm so close," his cock throbbed almost unbearably inside of you. he writhed on the bed underneath you feeling you tighten your thigh muscles for tighter friction on his cock.

aventurine knew you were going to cum hearing the whimpers tinging into your moans. he pressed circles on your clit, pinching it for extra stimulation. his body twitched in utter bliss as your walls clutched tight and perfect on his cock.

he utterly overwhelmed your orgasm into breaking over you. if it wasn't for his steadying hand on your hip, you didn't know how you would've held yourself upright. you looked so breathtaking to him, twitching and shaking as you creamed on his cock, the cutest, shameless moans mingling with his.

the sight of you cumming, coupled with the feeling of your pussy sucking his cock in made him come undone. he held you still, lovingly fucking his cock up inside you to help you ride out your orgasm. you mewl in utter bliss as his cock emptied inside of you, his cum squelching together with yours.

you continued to bounce on aventurine's cock, determined for him to ride out his orgasm for as long as he wanted. he'd long lost himself in you and the tight feeling of you pussy. he was panting quietly by the time his hips stopped.

you blushed shyly feeling beads of cum drip from your pussy as he gently lifted you off his cock. "let me spoil you with something, sweetheart," he insisted, draping the blankets over you as you curled up next to him. "i brought home some lovely chamomile tea with melatonin in it. let me brew us a cup. it will help soothe us both to sleep."

looking up at him, you doubted he would even need the extra omph to sleep the tea would provide. "that would be lovely," you gave him a soft kiss on his lips.

with the expensive electric tea pot he had, it didn't take long for him to brew two cups of tea. it didn't take him long to fall asleep afterwards, with your fingers combing through his hair, resting his head on your chest.

[navybrat817]

Steve + 9. "Don't even think about getting out of the car."

Oh, Eva. 🫠

Direct Order

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Summary: Steve doesn't like that you ignored his direct order.

Word Count: Almost 900

Warnings: Arguing, slight angst, stubbornness, slight feels (it's me), Steve Rogers (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: Another overprotective prompt ficlet. Thanks, Eva! ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

The night air was cool and refreshing as you rolled the window down, but it went back up before you could appreciate the breeze against your skin. You shot Steve a glare who didn't acknowledge you as he drove. You didn't like uncomfortable silence, but you didn't attempt to fill the time with small talk. Not since he decided to rip you a new one in front of the team an hour ago.

You just wanted to go home.

“You have nothing to say?” Steve asked, his voice low. “Must be killing you to go this long without talking.”

You fought the urge to kick the dashboard since the car didn't do anything to you and smacking him could cause an accident. “And it must be killing you that I didn't fall in line today like a perfect little soldier,” you said with a sardonic smile. “Or would you prefer I act like a doll?”

“You ignored my direct order,” he growled as he gripped the steering wheel. For a moment you thought he’d bend or rip it away. “What the hell were you thinking?”

You sneered before facing forward. “Jesus Christ, give it a rest. You berated me enough on the quinjet and I don't need to hear it again.”

He took his eyes off the road long enough for you to see the anger brewing. “Damn right I berated you because you never listen to me.”

The tension thickened. You didn't typically argue with Steve. You went against him once and now he was saying you never listened to him? Where the hell did he get off?

“Don’t you dare lecture me about not listening to you when you’re the one who never listens to anyone,” you argued, feeling a hint of satisfaction when he clenched his jaw. “And I made the right call. I stand by that.”

The mission was a success because of your decision.

“You don't make the calls. That isn't your job,” he snapped, the tires squealing as he made a rough turn. “You could've been hurt or worse. Don't you get that?! You can be so stubborn sometimes.”

“But I wasn't hurt! And me being stubborn? Pot meet fucking kettle, Rogers!”

“Captain,” he said through his perfect teeth.

“Captain,” you scoffed, your blood boiling. “You are not my Captain right now. You're just some guy who wormed his way into driving me home after running his mouth.”

You shrieked when he slammed on the brakes, bracing yourself on the dash when he ran a hand through his blonde hair and bitterly chuckled. It was a foreign sound coming from him. One that made you shut your mouth. “Some guy? Now I’m just some guy?”

Concern flickered across your face. Yeah, you were mad, but you didn't have to push. “Steve. I mean, Captain, I-”

“I’m not just some guy and I’m not just your Captain,” he cut you off, stopping you when you reached for the door handle. “Don't even think about getting out of the car. We’re not done yet.”

“Why should I stay? So you can snap at me some more?” You mumbled. “Would you treat Bucky or Sam or anyone else like this?”

It wasn't fair to try and make him feel bad. He was your leader for a reason and he gave you an order. You didn't follow it. He had every right to be pissed off. By all means he had the right to bench you, too.

But why was he taking it personally?

All the anger fell from Steve’s face as he leaned across the seat more. “I’m sorry.”

Your gaze softened, too. “Why are you sorry?”

“For snapping the way I did,” he said with a shake of his head. “You just scared me today. I get scared every time you go into the field, but that was the first time you…”

“Didn’t listen,” you finished for him, your heart pounding when you realized just how close he was. If he leaned in any closer, his lips would be against yours.

“And you are right. I have a hard time listening to others myself,” he said, smiling when you snorted. “But I don't give you orders for you to act like a perfect soldier or doll. Just like I don't give Bucky or Sam or anyone else orders just to have things done my way. I do it to keep you as safe as possible. It would break my heart if something happened to you, sweetheart.”

Your eyes went wide. “Did you just call me ‘sweetheart’?” You asked, your stomach doing a funny flip.

He chuckled, the sound much warmer than before. “So, you do listen.”

“Most of the time,” you teased, staring into his eyes. You could see how much he cared. No wonder he took this mission to heart.

“Arguing aside, you did well,” he praised, which sent heat to your cheeks.

“Thank you, Captain. I’m sorry I scared you.”

“I’ll forgive you for ignoring my orders if you let me walk you to your door.”

“And I'll forgive you for snapping at me in front of the team if you come inside and have a drink,” you countered.

You didn't expect him to move his mouth to your ear. “I’ll only come inside if you say ‘please’,” he whispered, sending a shiver down your spine. “And that's a direct order.”

Yes, sir. ❤️‍🔥 Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Steve Rogers Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[coralinnii]

Congrats on 2.7k! The villain(ess) saga is my bread and butter hehe.

Anyways Id like to request borderline desperate Jamil trying to figure out Readers fav food as they can and will literally eat anything without complaint(even Lilia's cooking lol). Thank you 💖

‧₊˚✧A Dash of Sweetness ‧₊˚✧

↳ Reader S/O who eats anything

feat: Jamil  genre: fluff (like shojou manga level sweetness) note: no pronouns used with the reader, idiots in love, kinda oblivious!reader, roughly 1k words,

Random storytime, my big bro once got hungry and cooked himself eggs while the rest of us were out, and no one told him the eggs went bad. He was absolutely fine the entire day and none of us would have known if not for my bro saying it’s weird that the egg he ate was green. Yet, he said the french toasts I made once were bland T_T

Anyway, this took a while because I honestly didn't know how this story will end up, hopefully you enjoy it ^_^

2.7K Followers Writing Event 2023

Jamil can deny all day and night, but he really likes to see you enjoy his cooking. For all the times he told you that he already has his hands full with Kalim, there was suspiciously always a warm lunchbox filled with aromatic meals made by yours truly. All for that bright smile of yours whenever you would finish off the “leftover” meal that Jamil would generously share with you. 

When Jamil realized that others have fed you, his hidden competitive nature rose. While there were many competent students with skills in the kitchen, within Jamil was a desire to see a special shine in your eyes when he cooks your favorite dish, a visual only for him.

But be it due to pride or embarrassment, Jamil doesn’t seem to be the type to be upfront with his intentions, nor does he take the straightforward tactic. Instead of asking you directly, he would ease his way through conversations with your friends just to find out your most favored dish per chance. But that turned out that that was harder than he expected. 

Day after day, Jamil would hand you a new type of dish and watch your reaction for the slightest hint of preference. Perhaps a raise of your eyebrows, a slower time to take in the taste, anything. He's racking his brain and looked for every sort of dish and recipes from all parts of Twisted Wonderland for the slight chance he comes across a dish to your absolute liking. But each time, you simply smiled graciously and thanked him for sharing with you, not that he disliked it since he did get to spend more time with you through all of this. 

But each attempt makes him all the more impatient, and curious. If you looked this beautiful just eating something good, Jamil wondered how you’d look if he served you your most favored dish? Would he see your eyes light up with joy, your body shaking with excitement, your cheeks so cutely puffy and full with every bite, maybe even bring him into a spontaneous embrace filled with so much gratitude, perhaps even a kiss…  

“I’m getting ahead of myself.” Jamil hid his face in embarrassment, but the burning ears and racing heart revealed how much he wanted to see that side of you.

You found it odd how often it’s been that Jamil was offering you leftover food this past week. You’re certainly not complaining but it’s always something new everyday. Sometimes Jamil would hand you a meal mixed with aromatic spices, other times an array of sugary sweet treats and pastries. It could be a simple stew that warms your soul one day, or it could be a unique cuisine with a variety of paired side dishes. 

But every day, you would notice that he would glance your way occasionally as you partake in this gracious meal, and it’s making you a bit antsy. 

“You’ve been watching me for a while.” Your voice seemed to break whatever concentration the Scarabia student had. “Is there something you’re expecting me to say?” 

Like a deer in headlights, Jamil flinched and felt a small wave of embarrassment when he realized he was caught watching you. He was sure that he was being discrete, but he supposed that as days went on he had gotten a tad bit restless and hasty. He got sloppy, he cursed to himself.

Quickly shaking his nerves away, he replied with a smile to ease you. “I’m simply glad the food is to your taste.” 

You were hardly convinced by that. Was he experimenting with dishes, you wondered. You tried to offer some insights and compliments which seemed to satisfy the long-haired upperclassman, but you felt a sneaky suspicion that he was hoping for something else. 

“Jamil, I’m really happy that you’ve been sharing all this food with me.” You said as you settled the lunchbox to your side. “But I don’t think I’m the best person if you're looking for a detailed review on food.”

Ah yes, Jamil was aware of your generous palate. While trying to discreetly find your preferences, Jamil first assumed you had a sweet tooth when you praised the Heartslabyul vice-housewarden for his sweets. But then, Jamil overheard you enjoying your visits to Mostro Lounge so perhaps you had a pension for seafood…Then, he was thrown for a loop when he heard from a giddy Lilia that he was delighted to see you have such a rigorous appetite, having tried and finished the beef-seafood-fruit stew he made for his dormmates. 

You...were not picky, to say the least.

You felt a pang of shame for your lack of refined judgment in cuisine. “Your food is really good. Sorry, I don't know what else I can say about it that is helpful to you.”

That’s it. Jamil saw an opening. “Perhaps, I could make your favorite food,” his voice sounded as though it was a spontaneous thought. “Then it would be something you can speak more on a personal level.” 

All other attempts to learn your food preferences failed in the past, but now there was an opportunity to learn firsthand from the source. It wasn’t strange, was it? It was simply the flow of the conversation, and all the long-haired upperclassman did was offer an option. What an auspicious break for Jamil.

But when Jamil looked to you to gauge your reaction, you surprised him. 

You stared at him, eyes wide with shock. Your lips quivered and shook, as though your body was nervously processing his words, which deeply worried Jamil. Has he somehow offended you? How?! 

Finally, you spoke. “You would make something…just for me?” 

“Yes, if that’s something alright with you?”

All this time, you were under the impression that Jamil was offering you food that couldn’t be finished, and you were content with taking whatever was offered, happy that the vice-housewarden thought of you in some way. But having Jamil make something homemade purposely with you in mind… to think of you as he makes the effort to do something, hoping you will enjoy it. A sweet gesture made for you, and you alone.

Feelings of butterflies filled you as your cheeks felt hot at such thoughts. You felt your lips quiver as a goofy smile crept its way onto your face, but you tried to hide your giddiness behind your fingers.

You thought for a bit, then softly you replied. “Curry would be nice.” 

Hmm? Jamil was surprised. That’s his favorite…  

“Then, we can eat together.” You smiled nervously. “I think sharing with someone you like makes food taste better.” 

Such a lovely sight of two shy fools. One was grinning oddly while the other was hiding his shamefully burning face behind his hood.

[sigmasemen]

WHEN THEY GIVE YOU THEIR COAT. (2/2)

multiple blue lock characters x reader

tags: established relationships, tooth rotting fluff, short headcanons

taglist: n/a currently.

characters: jingo raichi, meguru bachira, yo hiori, kurona ranze, sae itoshi, gin gagamaru, michael kaiser, kenyu yukimiya, alexis ness, gender neutral!reader.

word count: 2348

extra notes: reposted from my wattpad ^- ^ !! older work... you cannot get me to read this shit. had to post it in multiple parts sorry y'all!!

MICHAEL KAISER:

- Dating Kaiser was an entire rollercoaster, so getting around wasn't too hard. He had the money to afford limousine after limousine for you two, except when you two chose to go out on a hiking trip. "Good for training!" He said. He lied.

- Now here you two were, dashing home in the rain as makeup dripped down both of your faces. Kaiser had attempted to carry you, yet nearly slipped so you refused to get back in his arms.

- Around 10 minutes of moving, you realized how deep in this trail you were. It seemed Kaiser noticed too, as he sighed and finally paused.

- "Follow me!" He grasped your hand and ran you to a small cave. It was the sort of thing you saw in those stereotypical movies. It even made you wonder if Kaiser had purposefully planned this. Still, you got in.

- "Seriously? A cave?"

- He laughed, "Well, I'm not sure we have much of a choice, now do we?" He reached towards his own front and quickly unzipped his jacket to put around your shoulders. 

- "For you."

- You pause and softly laugh, "I'm not some damsel in distress. Besides, this is soaked too."

- Kaiser just shrugged, getting closer to your warmth and leaning his head against your's. His arms soon wrapped around you as well. "Well, I might as well warm you up with my body."

- It wasn't like you had any complaints with that.

KENYU YUKIMIYA:

- You weren't aware of who Yukimiya was beyond Blue Lock before this. He was one of the top 6 to you, one of the people who had been an essential part to the U20 match. Honestly? You hadn't ran into anyone from Blue Lock since this break had started.

- However, you had chosen to go outside now of all times in a brightly lit street with gleaming lights hitting your eyes. Even so, it was raining. It dropped off the signs and right onto your faces. You were one of the few people that didn't have an umbrella and didn't see any holders in sight.

- So, for 10 minutes, you walked through the freezing cold rain. You allowed the rain to make your shirt stick to your skin and make you shiver. The dissatisfactory feeling haunted you as you walked past a bowling place.

- Your eyes eventually landed on Yukimiya. You didn't expect to see him of all people out here, but it wasn't the best time for you. You didn't look good at all.

- But, of course, he had to notice you. His eyes narrowed as he saw you, giving a short chuckle and walking over to pull off his bright orange scarf over your head and dark grey coat over your shoulders without a word.

- He paused, "You shouldn't get yourself like this, you might not be able to face off against everyone in Blue Lock."

- "Wouldn't that be better for you?"

- "It would, I would just hate to see you like this." He reached up and pushed through your wet hair, "You should focus on getting home. It's getting dark."

- You paused to stare at him, before nodding, "Right, thank you Kenyu."

- "It's my pleasure. I'll see you tomorrow?" He smiled, starting to walk off yet looking over his shoulder to wave.

- And you matched that, tightening the coat around you to make a dash for your place once more.

ALEXIS NESS:

- Oh how Ness is so doting over you. Every little thing, he wants to make sure you're perfectly pampered and feel special during the entire date! He's planned it out in his head for months, researched this festival multiple times, he won't let anything go wrong!

- Until it rains.

- You remembered being under one of the tents as it started to pour down. You just sighed and looked at your boyfriend. Yet he seemed pissed. He was biting his lip, staring at the ground and having issues with calming himself. 

- You take his hand and laugh. For a second, he doesn't notice. Until you slip his jacket off his shoulders and pull it onto your head, covering yourself from the rain.

- Ness then notices, he seems confused until you speak again. "Oh my! Thank you Alexis for giving me your jacket."

- He pauses, softening his bite as his eyes light up. "Of course!" He adjusts it, holding it on your head and wrapped his upper body around you. "Let's make a run for it to our car, alright?"

- And minutes later, Ness is running and getting soaked while you're comfortable underneath his jacket. "Thank you..." 

- "For what?"

- "For saving my perfect date." He smiled and pressed a kiss onto your forehead.

[wooskirbyplushie]

Meddle About ~ J.YH

✰ Synopsis: bestfriend!Yunho x reader | You happen to run into an old childhood best friend at a bar and hope to rekindle in more ways than one...

✰ Word count: 1k

✰ mdni/18+

✰ Warnings: drinking, no smut but it's suggestive, mentions of cigarettes (let me know if i missed anything else)

✰ Italics are used for inner thoughts, bold italics are used to emphasize words

✰ a/n: In all honestly i wrote this for my friend's birthday, and because like half of my friend's are Yunho biases so I figured why not. This short is based off of the song Meddle About by Chase Atlantic, just because it's one of my favorites, so anyone else who happens to be an Atiny and a C4 fan, this is for you! (also @freakjjunie so you can't say I didn't tag you)

If I could figure it out, id take you back to my house so we could meddle about ~

It was a Friday night and you were dragged to yet another night club with your friends. The air was stiff, with the smell of cigarettes, music blasting with the bass heavy against the soles of your feet. Your friends danced against some strangers on the floor while you opted for the more sane option of sitting at the bar. A tumbler glass of whisky sat in front of you, ice slowly melting into the contents of the glass, with condensation building up on the outside. You picked the glass up and briefly swirled it around before taking a sip, letting the alcohol burn your throat before sitting it back down on the counter.

You took a turn to look at the dance floor, watching how your friends lost themselves to the music, dancing against random guys that wanted nothing more than to get int their pants and dash. You rolled your eyes at the thought and turned back around in your chair, still lost in your thoughts until a voice reached above the music and snatched you out of them.

“Y/n ?? Is that you?”

Your ears perked up at the sudden call, recognizing the voice but not being able to put a face to it. Turning in your chair once again, you locked eyes with your old childhood best friend. Jeong Yunho.

“Yun?? Holy shit, it’s been what, like 6 years?”

Yunho walked over to your spot at the bar, a glass in his hand, and a slight smile on his face. “Yeah just about.. Crazy that we found each other again at a rank nightclub.” He says with a chuckle. “How have you been though? Everything okay?”

You laughed with him about the state that you found each other, sighing about the time you lost with each other. “I’ve been… okay. Uh what about you? You and your girlfriend still together?” You ask, taking another swig of your drink. But when you see Yunho shift awkwardly, you know you struck a nerve on accident.

“Well we actually broke up a few months ago… I guess high school sweethearts wasn’t the word for us.” He says with a dry chuckle, adjusting the way he leaned against the bar. Shit I didn’t mean-

“Get out your head y/n. You didn’t know so it’s not your fault, okay? But uh what about you? Any boyfriend I might have to fight?”

You snorted in response. Honestly that should’ve been enough response to that question. “I haven’t dated since freshman year of college, Yun. Not my thing apparently.”

“I’m sure the right guy will come around.” Yunho replied while making a mental note of what you said. It was then that you finally looked up to get a good look at him. I mean Yunho was always attractive, that’s why you got so much hate in high school for being such close friends with him; because every girl wanted to be you to get close to him.

He had on his class ring he won from your senior year football championship, along with a few other random rings he collected over the years. His leather jacket and loose tshirt adorning the muscles chiseled under his clothes with his chain sitting right in the middle of his chest. His pants were black with rips up until his thighs, with a pair of gray and blue Nikes on. Yeah you could thank yourself for his taste in sneakers.

Even in the dark club, he still looked extremely attractive. His side profile glistened with the led lights softly hitting his face, and you were not proud to say how hot you thought he looked at this angle. Especially with him towering over you while you sat in the bar chair and he stood only a few inches away from you.

Oh I wanna see you undress now, I wanna hear you confess now ~

Chat is it wrong to find your friend attractive?

“Y/n? Did you hear me?”

Crap. “No sorry, what’d you say?”

“Did you wanna dance with me? For old times sake.”

Fuck it…

****

And somehow you ended up in the midst of the dance floor with your hips swaying against Yunho’s while his hands traveled all over your body. His cologne had a woody undertone mixed with his natural body scent and it filled your lungs to the brim, suffocating you in the most delicious way. His presence was like a drug and you were addicted; you wanted more and more of him as time went on.

Was it wrong to think of him in that light…?

You caught a glance of your friends across the room with the same guys from earlier, looking like they were getting ready to leave. You had other plans though, and they included a private room, a bottle of champagne, and Yunho. You assumed that he was feeling the same way because it wasn’t long before Yunho spun you to face him, hands still feeling you all over. It was taking everything in you to not let out an embarrassing moan at the way he felt touching your hips and ass.

“Yun…” You warned, it sounding more needy than anything. His head dipped down to your neck in response. “Yes princess?” He obviously wanted you on top of him, why else would he use that name.

Oh for fucks sake.

“Need you… Please Yun?” You said while gripping onto his jacket with one hand, other hand tangled in his hair.

You got me down on my knees, it’s getting harder to breathe out ~

He smirked at your request, you not knowing that you played right into his plan. Yunho grabbed your hand and led you through the crowd, out to his car.

“Yes ma’am.”

[lemotmo]

I might actually die from anticipation. Anyway I agree with all of this! We're getting Buddie canon!!

Q. The last 5 minutes of that episode felt like they were at warp speed. But the Buddie stuff we got was so good!!! I can't actually believe those scenes are canon! I'm very annoyed at the Ryan stuff and dear god the Lou stuff, but everything else was so good! I feel like I'm flying!

A. The last 5 minutes gave me whiplash, anon, I agree. Any other time I would have said the Buddie scene at the end should have been cut and moved to the beginning of the next episode because it didn't really fit, and they did have to rush through the Maddie rescue to get it into the episode. But the context of that scene was necessary for upcoming episodes, and since I believe we're getting some kind of time jump as we open episode 11, they didn't really have a choice. The scene needed to be there and it was a PERFECT Buddie scene.

I will touch the Lou nonsense in this one ask, and I won't answer another one. For me personally it feels like trolling. He knew exactly what kind of pic to post and it's absolutely the kind of immature bullshit he finds funny. He could have been doing anything. 911 is not the only thing that shoots on that lot. ABC isn't the only studio who uses that lot. I think he knew exactly what he was doing and he found it funny. That's my personal take. Tommy serves no narrative purpose anymore. The Tommy part of Buck's brain officially died last night. There is no story reason to bring him back for a scene. Does that mean Tim won't? Nope, but if he does it would be for the sole purpose of having the audience see Buck actively choose Eddie. It would be used as a way to give Buck back the agency he kind of lost during their breakup. That would be the only reason he was there. And it's not necessary. Now it's possible Tim is tired and so he has written in a scene that would explicitly have Buck say out loud he doesn't want him, and it was never about him. That's also not unlike Tim. So it's one of those options, but I still personally feel like he was just attention seeking and it's nothing.

I haven't seen the Ryan stuff personally, thank god. Yay for my dash curation! I've heard about it from mutuals and asks but I haven't physically seen it myself. That being said, streaming services have obliterated an entire generation's ability to watch television. They genuinely don't know how to watch a television show. They don't understand how to WATCH. They want immediate satisfaction and answers and bullet point explanations for everything. The show has made it clear where this thing is headed. There is no more room for doubt. They are two characters on the same path going towards the same conclusion, however Buck is further along on the path. Eddie is still behind him because Eddie's route on the path has a detour (Christopher and Texas). That means Oliver can make acting choices and interview answer choices that Ryan cannot make yet. Oliver has fully made the turn. He is 100% playing Buck as in love with Eddie. And Buck is going to fully realize it either in episode 11 or 12. It's coming quickly for Buck. Eddie is not at that stage yet though so Ryan has to be more subtle. Ryan played the truck scene (the fact that scene is canon makes me want to climb the wall, twirl my hair, and kick my feet), and the goodbye scene perfectly. He was perfect in those scenes. Not only could you see the weight on him you could feel the weight on him. The uncertainty. The confusion about everything. The dialogue was loud but everything Ryan did with the dialogue, and silently without any dialogue was louder. He didn't look at Buck in the truck when he said 'it's not nothing'. He was awkward at the uhaul when it was time to say their goodbyes. They both played that scene so pitch perfect it gave me goosebumps. He allowed all the emotions Eddie was feeling to play out on his face. The subtle shift with his eyebrows during their hug was heartbreaking because it was Eddie taking a moment to realize what he's walking away from, and all the different emotions happening inside of him in that moment. There is a part of Eddie that knows. Ryan's playing it like that. Ryan is playing it as if Eddie was forced to choose between his son and Buck and he chose his son, as he should have, but that doesn't mean that leaving Buck isn't breaking his heart. And he doesn't have the mental strength to examine that more closely just yet. He's just trying to convince himself that what he's doing is right and for the best so it doesn't matter that he's hurting himself to make this choice. Ryan demonstrated all of that in that scene and anyone who's trying to argue otherwise is lying to themselves. And Eddie looked back! Abby never looked back, but Eddie did!! He looked back at Buck! That entire scene was god tier and I need people to understand that.

I also need people to understand that these scenes are not for the fandom. Obviously we eat them up, but their not for us. These scenes are for the general audience. These scenes are walking the general audience through the tonal and emotional shift in their relationship. They are very romantic coded. The dialogue, the music, the acting choices from both Oliver and Ryan. This is the show's way of making sure the audience as a whole understands and recognizes that their dynamic is changing. The audience is getting to witness the shift for both of them in real time. I desperately need people to understand how fucking good that is. We are getting to watch both men realize what's happening between them in real time and on an individual level. It's their love story! One episode at a time!!What they're doing is glorious and genuinely beautiful. Please don't take this for granted because this doesn't happen often. If you're not capable of following the story as it's told, which includes a week between episodes, and other storylines getting focus as well, then wait for the season to finish and binge the season at that point. But I am begging you all to learn how to watch a television show the way they were intended to be watched. Because that's what's happening here. We're getting ANTICIPATION!!! And LONGING!!! And I'm vibrating out of my skin! 🩷

Thank you Nonny!

Yeah, I agree with Ali on the Buddie of it all. We know where this is going, so let's just enjoy the ride. You know?

Seems I'm the only one who liked how they handled those last 5 minutes of the episode. I think it was a really clever way to go about things in order to make some time for the final Buddie goodbye scene.

I already said what I wanted to say about T and the Ryan stuff. I don't wish to talk about it anymore for today. I just want to enjoy my Buddie high for the remainder of this day. 😋

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[yanderes-galore]

I'd like to ask for a Lego monkie kid Mk with your prompts 6, 12 and 14.

Sure! I love MK, such a sweetheart... despite the tendency to... oh I don't know... trap his partner?

Yandere! MK Prompts 6, 12, 14

"A good partner must be willing to make sacrifices for their beloved! Don't you agree?"

"You were never meant to see that! Oh, what have I done...."

"It's too dangerous in the world. You need me, you should know that!"

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Stalking, Isolation, Attempted Imprisonment/Kidnapping, Delusional behavior, Overprotective behavior, Consensual turned forced relationship.

You love your boyfriend... he's always your sweetheart.

How could you not? MK has always attended to your every need. He's a hero, beloved by many. MK has always vowed to keep you safe....

You'd never suspect him of anything.

Everyone expects heroes to be perfect. Unfortunately, it's exactly the opposite. Ever since MK's had to deal with the issues around his town... He's never been the same.

Around you, he's all giddy and excited. However, all the traumatic experiences MK has gone through has hardened him. How could he not worry about potential threats?

Especially when it comes to you....

MK knew he had to do something as your partner. After all, how can he protect you if he doesn't have his eye on you? The idea of losing you... well...

It stresses MK out more than anything.

MK does his best to show nothing's wrong around you. After all, he's your hero, he loves you. It's his job to have you loved, cared for... and most importantly... safe.

MK's paranoia only seemed to worsen the longer he dated you. The longer he was with you, the more he was attached. Horrible events are always bound to happen when it comes to MK....

At first, his obsession over your safety started by just following you around.

Watching your daily life or clinging to your side was originally how he tried to soothe his fears. Although, even that wasn't enough for MK. Eventually... He wanted to have a future with you...

But such hopes were quickly dashed once you found out his little plan to keep you safe.

"You were never meant to see that! Oh, what have I done...."

It was bound to happen, really. You, as his partner, were going to find out about your boyfriend's imperfections eventually. Although, it wasn't anything small...

You had found a whole room in his house dedicated to you, surrounded with your interests and all sorts of different notes... along with a large bed... all meant for you.

"It isn't ready yet, baby... But, um, I was meant to sorta... ease you into it...?" MK panics, unable to look at your distressed gaze.

"Ease me into what...?" You ask shakily, looking around the room. It's your favorite color and everything. Is this the reason he didn't want you over at his house for a long time...?

"Ease you into, y'know, living with me...?" MK asks shyly, fidgeting with his hands.

"MK... it's a bit too soon—" You try to speak, but you're still in shock... and the look in his eyes doesn't help.

"A good partner must be willing to make sacrifices for their beloved! Don't you agree?" MK desperately blurts out, caging you in the room. You panic, was he trying to trap you here...?

"I get that, but-" You try to speak but MK doesn't give you time to recover.

"If you live with me, I can keep you safe! That way we can both sleep easy at night... and I can make sure nothing hurts you!" MK forces a smile, but you can see the desperation in his eyes. "C'mon, baby... It's perfect!"

"MK... You didn't need to do all this behind my back! I'm fine... I can be okay at my own home! We probably shouldn’t live together so soon...." You try to talk him down, getting close to slip by the door.

Mk, however, pushes you back and locks the door to your new room...

Your new home.

"It's too dangerous in the world. You need me, you should know that!" MK pleads, stepping closer as you back away.

You try to find a way to avoid him but there's no use. The room has no windows you can open and MK has the door locked. You try your best to plead, but MK doesn't listen.

"Babe, please..."

"You've SEEN what I deal with out there, right?" MK states sternly, glaring at you as you back yourself near the bed. "Lady Bone Demon, Azure Lion... I've had to deal with calamity after calamity since becoming Monkey King's student!"

You're practically on the bed at this point as MK stands in front of you. There's annoyance in his eyes, but desperation glistens the most. There's no reasoning with your boyfriend...

Is he even your boyfriend at this point...?

"You... just don't understand, baby." MK tries to reason, gaze softening once he sees your fear. "You don't understand the world's dangers... but I do."

MK gets on the bed, sitting between your legs as he cups your cheeks. His gaze and smile are soft, but you feel threatened in his grip. MK, your perfect boyfriend who you used to trust...

Scares you more than any demon could.

"This is why I made this room for you. This is why I need to protect you. I'm meant to be a hero... and you're meant to be my partner. Baby... living here won't be so bad!" MK grins, acting like you two are going to be married or something.

"Just... Let me protect you...." MK whispers, leaning in closer to ghost his lips over your own.

"Let me love you like your boyfriend should...."

It's then you wonder if any of this is real. You wonder if this is all some nightmare your brain conjured due to MK's odd behavior. Maybe you're not really trapped and this is a sign to reconsider your relationship with MK—

Yet, the moment you feel MK's lips on your own, you know it's real...

That thought alone is enough to make you cry.

[zablife]

Focus (Part 2)

Johnny Davis x female reader

Summary: After Johnny urges you to leave the dangerous life of the Vandals, you return home to concentrate on your studies. However, a call from Kathy draws your attention back to the man you swore to forget.

A/N: This was requested by the lovely @solomons-finest-rum who also provided Kathy's dialogue. It was the perfect inspo for part 2 of my Johnny fic Focus!

Warnings: mention of fighting

Read Part 1 here.

You hardly noticed the trills echoing down the hall, engrossed in your textbook. You’d fallen behind in your classes since the trip with Danny and now you were working hard to catch up. It wasn’t until your roommate called, “Y/n, phone’s for you!” that you registered the noise. 

With chattering girls lining the hallway of your dorm, you held the receiver to your ear in an attempt to hear the caller. Your grip tightened for a moment as you spoke, wondering if Johnny might be checking up on you. However, your hopes were dashed the moment you heard Kathy’s honeyed voice with that unmistakable accent.

“Hey hun, how are ya?” she asked, a note of hesitancy in her greeting.

“I’m okay, I guess. How bout you?” you countered, waiting for the formality of it all to end and have her tell you what was really going on. When Kathy remained silent, you prodded, “What’s this all about, Kathy? I haven’t heard from you in months.”

“I know and I’m sorry about that, I really am,” she rushed out in uneven breath, conveying there was something more important on her mind. “Just thought you would want to know.”

“Know what?” you asked, a feeling of dread pooling in your stomach.

“It’s Johnny,” she admitted and you could hear the anxiety peaking in her voice as though you were the last hope.

You swallowed harshly as you reminded yourself to do as he said and stay out of his life. “I don’t have anything to say to him," you stated effecting a cool indifference.

“Please, you gotta talk to him. Nothin’ is the same since you left. The man is a mess for God’s sake!” she pleaded.

“He was always a mess, Kathy,” you reminded her softly, fingers tangling in the phone cord as you turned away from prying eyes.

“Listen, he stabbed a guy last night for giving him a look. A look!” she emphasized.

Without thinking of your promise to remain indifferent, you sputtered, “Is h-he…alright?” 

"Yeah, he ain't hurt, but he needs you," Kathy insisted.

"I don't know about that," you whispered, thinking of his swift departure from your hospital bed the moment he decided he was finished with you.

"That's where you're wrong," she countered, adding quickly, "I'm coming thru town tomorrow at noon and if you want to come with me, I'd be glad to take you to see him."

Your heart raced at the prospect, hand flying to your hair as you wondered when you'd last had it set. Biting your lip in anxious indecision, you finally nodded into the receiver slowly.

"Well, honey?" Kathy finally asked, unable to read your pensive silence.

"I-I'll come," you decided, affecting a firm tone that belied the sense of fear blooming in the pit of your stomach.

"I'm real glad to hear you say that," Kathy admitted, her relieved sigh crossing the line in a hiss of static.

"See you tomorrow," you ended the call with a small grin.

"Tomorrow," she agreed. "You're doin' the right thing," she rushed out before you hung up.

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You'd been in town for two hours and your heart still hadn't stopped racing at the prospect of running into Johnny. He was probably working, you reasoned. No sense upsetting yourself when he wasn't even around. However, Kathy's retelling of recent events had set you on edge, unsure what to expect from the man you'd once trusted implicitly. It sounded as though he was losing his mind.

"Is it true he pulled a knife on somebody?" you asked Brucie when you ran into him at the garage.

Brucie averted his eyes, before hanging his head. You could tell from his posture he didn't want to give Johnny away and yet, you also sensed a desperation in him.

"He hasn't been the same since you left, Y/n," Brucie eventually confided. "I wanted to tell ya...honesty, I did, but he kept sayin' everything was fine."

You nodded sympathetically. "Is it a mistake to show up at the bar tonight?" you asked with trepidation.

Brucie let out a long sigh before admitting, "I think that's what he's been waitin' for."

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You changed your clothes a few times before settling on a denim mini skirt and patterned top. It was sweet and demure, leaving just enough to the imagination. When Kathy came into your room, she agreed you looked stunning.

"Oh, honey, he's gonna love that!" she exclaimed with her signature optimism.

"I'm not trying to get him back," you clarified in a stern voice.

Kathy nodded back at you, knowing it was best to bite her tongue.

She took your hand in hers, giving your sweaty palm a squeeze before leading you toward her waiting car.

"Don't be nervous," she advised.

"M not nervous," you insisted, gulping as you fixed her with a long stare.

"Okay," she agreed, opening the door for you.

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The bar was crowded, more than you remembered for a Friday night and Kathy informed you a few new motorcycle gangs were in town. You quickly noted that Johnny was holding court in the back with an impressive amount of men surrounding him. It made you nervous to approach while he was doing business so you hung back, fingers wandering over the jukebox buttons as you tried to remain inconspicuous.

As the strains of "Lonely Room" played you couldn't help but gaze across the room at Johnny.

He recognized the song instantly, his chin jerking up in response to the first strains of music. When he caught your eye, he excused himself from the cloud of smoke and conversation to make his way toward you.

"Y/n," he exclaimed drinking you in with a hungry gaze and you found yourself hoping he hadn't had the same appetite since you'd been away.

"Hi Johnny," you replied on a low breath, somehow unable to manage anything more when faced with his imposing form.

"Can I get you a drink?" he asked, a note of hope in his voice as he waited to see if you wanted anything more to do with him.

"I'd like that," you agreed with a nervous smile as you claimed a chair far from the pool tables and the raucous noise.

Johnny soon returned from the bar with two cold bottles of beer, sliding one across the table to you.

"What brings you back to town?" he asked, cocking his head to the side as he studied your nervous expression.

"Kathy asked me," you answered vaguely.

"So you're in town to see...Kathy?" he asked, eyes boring a hole into you as he waited for some sign of the affectionate girl he once knew.

You nodded quickly in reply, placing the bottle to your lips in an attempt to appear casual.

Johnny leaned forward, the pad of his thumb resting over his chin as he asked, "You sure it ain't cause you're still in love with me?"

You nearly choked on the mouthful of now warm beer pooling in your mouth, unsure how to reply. Swallowing it down, you placed the bottle down with a thud, gaze fixed on Johnny. “Love's never meant much to me,” you confessed breathlessly, fingers tracing the beads of condensation sliding down your beer bottle.

“You ain’t a very good liar, sweetheart,” Johnny chuckled, watching your hand clench suddenly as irrefutable proof. 

Your eyes locked with his for a moment, ready to protest before pushing away from the table. Deciding not to give in, you simply shrugged as you rose from the table. “I made it this far without it.”

Johnny jumped from his spot across from you, capturing your elbow in a tight hold. You could practically feel his body vibrating with energy as he stood face to face with you in some sort of challenge.

“What do you want from me, Johnny?” you demanded, eyes glistening with unshed tears.

"Nothin," he replied too quickly for your liking, dropping your arm as a shadow of despair crossed his brow.

"That's not true is it?" you asked, watching his features contort in pain.

Johnny's blue green eyes fixed on your grief stricken face, holding you hostage as he took one long, deep breath.

"I ain't learned to live without you," he admitted sorrowfully.

Taking a step closer to him, you ran your hands against his stubbled cheeks, staring into his eyes with purpose. "You asked me to go, Johnny, remember?"

"I know I did," he nodded gently, relishing the feeling of your hands against his skin. "And I'm so sorry. It was a mistake. I was only tryin' to keep you safe cause I never loved anyone like I love you."

You inhaled sharply at his admission, lower lip trembling and fat tears escaping down your cheeks as you he spoke the words you'd longed to hear.

"Don't cry, darlin'," he begged, swiping the pad of his thumb over your cheek. "I want to make it up to you, I swear."

You stood frozen to the spot, emotions overwhelming you. Kathy stared intently from across the room, waiting to see if you needed her, but you gave her a soft shake of your head to indicate you were alright. Everything seemed right with the world now that you had Johnny.

Looking up at him, you beamed with happiness. "I'm ready to start fresh," you told him confidently.

With a whoop of excitement, he picked you up and spun you around, eager to embark on this second chance with you.

"You wanna go for a ride?" he asked, eyes shimmering in the dim light.

"Thought you'd never ask," you grinned with a giggle. And he pulled you from the bar toward his waiting bike, a new adventure on the horizon.

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Diavolo's Kinktober 2024: Jealous

Jealous 

Pronouns: She/Her

It had been a couple of days since MC had seen her prince, with meetings, mountains of paperwork, and her own job as the brothers' Devil-sitter keeping them apart. While she spent time with most of the brothers, MC spent a lot more time with Lucifer, helping him with his work and the small tasks he needed her to do. One day, MC finally accompanied Lucifer to the Demon Lord's Castle. Excitement filled her as she hoped to see Diavolo, but her hopes were dashed when Barbatos informed her that Diavolo was out on business and not yet back.

Lucifer and MC decided to head to his office to drop off the paperwork since they didn't know when Diavolo would return.

A deep sigh escaped MC's lips as she set down the final piece of paperwork, fatigue washing over her after a long day. “MC,” Lucifer started, turning to her, “I want to thank you for all your hard work. Especially the help you've given me. I just want you to know that the time we spend together, even when it's just work, makes my day better.” Lucifer looked deeply into MC's eyes, a softness reserved only for her shining in his gaze as he leaned down to pull her into a hug. The warmth of his embrace and his cologne brought her comfort as she held him back. She had been feeling lonely lately, and her mind wandered to her darling red-headed prince, his bright eyes and laughter illuminating the room like his vibrant personality.

A tinge of guilt and sadness hit her. She knew Lucifer's feelings for her, and while she saw him as just a brother, she was aware that letting the hug last too long—even if the physical contact felt nice—could give him the wrong idea. So, she finally pulled away.

“I think I'm going to stay behind and wait for Diavolo. I haven't seen him in a couple of days, and I want to check in to see if he needs anything,” MC said.

Lucifer nodded in understanding before heading to the door. “Okay, MC. If you need someone to walk you home, let me know,” he offered before exiting the room and shutting the door behind him with a soft click.

MC turned her attention back to Diavolo’s desk, the sight of the mountains of paperwork making her chest ache. She was sure he had been far too busy, with no end in sight. She walked up to the large window, eyeing the flowers she had gotten him earlier in the week before things had gotten chaotic. She traced her fingers along the petals as she examined the bouquet, a smile spreading across her lips as she thought of him.

At that moment, Mc hears the click of the door and footsteps approaching. She can see Diavolo walking toward her in the reflection; her breath catches in her throat, excitement filling her body.

She feels him step behind her, his breath hot against her skin as he leans in. "Want to tell me what that was, Mc?" he whispers in her ear, his voice calm despite the question.

"What was what?" Mc asks, not really sure what he is referring to since, as far as she is aware, he just got here.

Diavolo breathes out a low chuckle, his large hand slithering around Mc's waist as his face buries in her neck, sending goosebumps up her arms. "I saw you with Lucifer," he pauses as his lips trail up her neck to her ear. "That hug was a little too long for my liking," he breathes in her ear. A gasp leaves her lips as his hot breath sends chills up her spine. "I know I shouldn't be jealous, but considering you've been spending all your time with the brothers," Diavolo pauses once more to give a light nip at her ear, his tongue lapping at the sensitive skin before pulling away with a plop. "But how can I not, when I haven't gotten to see you?" His hands slide up to her neck, gripping it lightly as he grinds against her rear.

"D-Diavolo," Mc mumbles as she presses her ass against him, her body tingling as she rubs her legs together despite the friction, her cunt throbbing. "Please," she whines, the feeling of him nipping at her skin driving her crazy.

"Who do you belong to?" Diavolo says in a low growl before sucking harshly on Mc's neck, leaving a mark.

A cry tears from Mc's throat at the action as she grinds her ass harder against his clothed, hardened cock. "Y-you," she manages to stutter, "I'm yours."

Mc feels his hand move to the back of her neck, pushing her face down onto the table, pulling her hips up as one hand pulls down her pants just enough to expose her panties.

“Look at you, so needy for me. Have you missed me that much?” Diavolo says as he caresses your clothed, wet sex.

“Yes, I did, please. Please take me,” Mc begs, her hips trying to grind against his hand, only to be kept in place by Diavolo's firm hand on her hips.

He pulls her panties to the side, lightly sliding his fingers up and down her pussy, gathering the slick that has formed before placing his fingers in his mouth, licking them clean and pulling them out with a plop. “You taste incredible,” he purrs, pulling a needy whine from her throat as her cunt throbs and squeezes, desperate to be filled.

Diavolo runs tight circles around Mc's clit, making her body tremble and shake as her hips jolt forward involuntarily. “Tell me, Mc,” Diavolo says before pausing to remove his hand from her ass to release his cock. “Do you miss my cock?” he asks, sliding his throbbing member between her folds, the delicious heat feeling incredible against her clit as he glides against her wetness. “Yes, I miss it. I miss your cock, Diavolo.”

Diavolo pushes her head roughly against the table, his hand gripping her hips with a bruising hold as he thrusts into her in one swift motion, not giving her time to adjust. He pulls her hips, slamming back onto his cock at a quick, unforgiving pace. Mc cries out as he splits her open over and over again.

“You're MINE,” Diavolo hisses through gritted teeth, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he feels her walls milking his cock. His own orgasm approaches quickly as he pounds into her pussy, cries of pleasure and the sound of slapping skin the only sounds in the room. He bites into her back as he cum hard inside her, her walls clamping down on him as she cums all over his cock. His thrusts continue until he is fully spent, not a drop left to give her.

They stay like that for a few moments to catch their breath before Diavolo stands up, pulling out and tucking her panties and shorts back into place. He helps her to her feet, her legs a little wobbly as he holds her steady, his touch gentle on her hips. Leaning down for a kiss, he whispers, “I have truly missed you, Mc.”

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For Worse or For Better

Arranged Marriages

Ft. Diluc, Itto, Childe, Kaeya, Zhongli

Diluc:

Your parents were wonderfully close to Crepus, so you knew Diluc from young

He'd always been well-mannered and lovely

That much didn't change even after his trauma

It did hurt when he started shutting you out though

And yes, you did try to call off the engagement that had been set up before Crepus died because you felt he wanted to distance himself from you

You'd only kept it to honour the man's wishes and because Diluc seemed adamant about you

Like, he actually said he would not have anyone else

Not that he pressured you into it though

More of letting you know you didn't have to end it because he most definitely did want you

"Make no mistake, you will be the only person I recite my vows to at the altar. If you long for another, then so be it, but if you want me, then it shall be so."

Itto:

How did this happen?

No, like, fr, how??? Itto doesn't seem like the type to have any thoughts for social climbing and you...well what do you gain from marrying Itto?

Apparently your mother had heard Kujou Sara speak highly of Kuki Shinobu, and since Shinobu worked for Itto, surely he must be a man of even greater talent and character

Now you were having dinner with an extremely boisterous man who ate for three

By the shogun you hoped the bill wouldn't amount to too much

When he suggested a dine and dash? Boy, you were about to just walk right into a cell yourself

It was truly some grace of God that Shinobu came by with Sara and covered your tab (only for you, they made sure to tell Itto off for putting you in such a situation)

"Real sorry about that, honey," the oni said sheepishly. You wanted to hmgive him a piece of your mind, really, when you were certain you'd never hear the end of it at home of you'd gotten a criminal record, but when he slipped his hand in yours, a sheepish grin as he looked at you hopefully, as though pleasing for forgiveness, you found it rather difficult to stay mad.

Childe:

People would kill to be you

The dashing young harbinger?? Who's great with kids??? And very much a family man????

There was only one issue: he hadn't met you yet

His family had written to him about you, eagerly telling him how they were sure they'd found him the perfect match

And he wasn't about to shoot them down when they were so hopeful he'd finally have someone when he was travelling and doing the Fatui's dirty work all the time

So when they'd warmly welcomed you into their home for a simple dinner, you hadn't expected to walk in and see a feast prepared with an empty seat beside yours

You waited for a bit with everyone, wondering who the extra seat was for

And when Childe walked in with a sack full of gifts for all his family members, you sat there awkwardly

Was it an endearing sight? Definitely. But you felt out of place as he pulled out one item after another for everyone

You were certain you wouldn't receive anything, hence the surprise when he sat beside you and handed you a small box

"A little engagement gift for you," he winked. Your mouth hung open, thoughts racing through your mind full of things you wanted to say but weren't sure how - especially not in front of such a crowd, all of whom aww'ed at his gesture. It was after dinner when you'd gotten him alone in the kitchen washing the dishes that you addressed it.

"Engaged? We've only just met Tartaglia."

He tsked at you, playfully leaning in as though he was going to kiss your cheek. When you froze, he grinned by your ear.

"My whole family likes you well enough, and from everything they've told me, I like you well enough too. But if you insist, ice a week before I have to head off. I'm sure I could sweep you off your feet by then, unless you'd like to come with."

Kaeya:

Oh you thought you got lucky when your childhood betrothed grew up to be the charming cavalry captain

Until you realised that charm would never be extended to you because he was just a goofball with you

It was cute though, him picking flower petals with you to determine how your relationship will go

He had a habit of leaving the plucked flower and its final petal with the result on your pillow

(it was always "forever in love" because if it wasn't, he'd just pluck another flower)

You sighed with a laugh at the familiar sight of the plucked flower when you felt arms around your waist as Kaeya embraced you from behind.

You wondered bitterly if there was something wrong between the two of you; you never had that flutter of butterflies in your gut when he was around. Not once did he make your heart leap out of your chest, or cause your lungs to constrict in a way you were sure would suffocate you. Was it a mistake? Yet it didn't feel wrong. There was a frost to his touch that cooled you, calmed you, and almost (most ironically) warmed you.

Zhongli:

Under no circumstances would you ever meet someone who quite commanded the respect and attention of those around him like Rex Lapis did

So when the hooded figure stood before the citizens who so worshiped him, some overly devoted follower enthusiastically proposed a raffle to offer the god a spouse to serve and dote upon him on behalf of the nation

Before he'd even had the chance to decline the offer, the crowd erupted in cheers of agreement, and the flustered god was ushered into a seat as eligible spouses presented themselves before him

You truly had not anticipated the glint that flashed across his eyes as he ever so slightly raised his hood to make eye contact with you

It had been less than a second, and yet all too long as your lungs failed you, the startling amber glow leaving you winded

"I quite like you," he drawled in a low, rumbling hum as he rose from his seat. You looked around, ascertaining that no one else had seen his face, but he didn't seem to like that, as he tilted your chin to have you look at him. Once again, you were faced with the startling gleam of his eyes, so reptilian and sharp. You screwed your eyes shut as he leaned in, the sunlight reflected off his canines. His lips were warm, surprisingly, as they pressed against your forehead.

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A Chibs "Filip" Telford and OC Plus Size Reader smut fic (based title off the U2 song) fic between chapters smut and fluff mostly smut )

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ALL I Want is You

(Chibs X Plus Size Reader smut)

Sighing you pick up the phone and chibs sniffing alittle and trying to calm your breathing as you hear the phone dialing " hello" he answers half asleep considering it's late and you hiccup and try not to start crying again " Chibs it's me can you come pick me up please I know you had a date with Jarry but I need you to pick me up" your voice shakes and you sigh and start crying again" the bars closing and I need a ride home the guy split " you mumble and huff" just wanna go home I didn't want to ride with a stranger " you cry and he's stumbling around panting put of breath alittle " sure angel I'll be right there just stay there ok" he says softly and sweet still sleepy

About 20 minutes later you see and hear his car pull up and sigh and immediately relax and hug him so tight as he gets out " thank you I know you told Jarry you wanted to have the apartment to yourself but I didn't have anyone else to call" you mumbke and look down wiping your eyes " what do you mean I never said you had to leave for the night for me and Jarry ' he looks at you confused and wipes your cheeks and rubs them gently" what's going on Lass you've been so distant lately " he hugs you again pulling you closer running his hands over your soft wider hips and pulls you closer and you sigh and pull away" what do you mean I'm distant you have your girlfriend now thats why we don't do anything at all anymore " you sigh" thats why I'm out here getting hit on and left before I can even get to the guys place and laid " you say pissed and back " she's made It very clear I'm not welcome in the apartment anymore when she's there or around even though I'm your roommate " you sigh and walk over opening your day" just take me home please I'm sure she's real happy I called and I'll hear all about it before you wake up in the morning ' you growl ans huff annoyed trying to open the door but he pulls you back and grips your hand " she's not my girlfriend and definitely not anymore after tonight it's over" he says pissed and open the door for you closinf it walking to the other side .

"Why now why is it over because me that just makes her hate me and push at me even more don't make it about me now" you glare at him" don't ruin something jusf because me don't act like you care or still have feelings for me "" you say pissed and alottle louder" I waited and waited and flirted and moved in and cooked and snuggled and more thinking I was close and closer to getting you to ask me out or better yet maybe we were just going straight to relationship without you even asking since you made it clear and stopped everyone that talked to me and flirted for 7 FUCKING YEARS" You yell pissed pushing at him" but why would you she's gorgeous she's skinny she's perfect for you just how you like them just like Fiona " you mumble and kick the floor hitting the dash getting quite and he sighs running his hands through his hair " you don't know what yer talkin about y/n she's not my girlfriend we aren't a couple " he sighs and huffs" FILIP I DONT FUCKING CARE!" You scream" just for fuck sake take me home i don't fuckin care what you do who or what you fuck " you say throwing your purse in the floor and he growls pissed pulling away and driving off.

Throwing his keys on the table you shove and storm past him before you see her and have to hear about it and chibs grabs your arms pushing you agaisng the wall" we aren't even close to done" he looks down at you speaking lowly and his voice thicker and raspy, you shiver and look up at him blushing alittle and try to stay pissed as you glare ip at him" don't wanna get caught by the sheriff maybe we should talk after princess Jarry leaves" you stare up at him not backing down" she's not here so we're gonna talk now " he pulls away and throws his kute on the couch" she's not coming here again she pushed too much and wanted too much I'm not gonna be a criminal dating a sheriff " he sits fown and looks up" is this why you've been sleeping around with any guy that crosses your path' he asks lighting a cigarette " yep just being a filthy crow eater as Jarry said" you walk back to your room slamming the door and thinking it's over undressing trying to find pj's and the door slams open" quit walking away from me " he growls and looks you up and down as he backs you into a corner " what you jealous someone's fucking me after 7 years of not fucking shit from you" you push him back in just your bra ans panties " someone's gotta have the balls ans im not waiting anymore " you scream and push him baxk onto the wall" I WAITED FOR YOU" You scream and smaxk at his chest and smacking him lightly staring to cry trying so hard not to" I thought we were something already so when I saw Jarry forgive me but my stupid little pathetic heart broke a fuckin heart I gave to you BEFORE I HAD FEELINGS FOR YOU" you smack him and instantly regret it touching his cheek lightly " sorry " you whisper " sorry they're just stupid feelings they'll go away like yours " you mumble sad and feel so bad " please leave me alone I can't talk anymore tonight I'm so exhausted just let me sleep " you say so numb and sit down sighing " go please " your voice breaks and his face softens " please Filip just let me sleep I can't do this right now I don't have anywhere else to go" you cry pushing him out the door lightly " please ill leave tomorrow I'm sorry I'm sorry I hit you" you hiccup and shut the door sobbing softly but loud enough he hears it..

1 week later:

Tensions have been high ever since that night you never did finish the talk and chibs kept making himself busy with work so you just let it go; cleaning the house in just a reaper shirt and some old boxers you have music blasting and don't hear chibs pull up and come in. You jump feeling him spin you around to face him still in his kute and leathers and you blush looking up at him nervously inches from his lips and you're about to say something but are cut off feeling his lips on yours, moaning into the kiss you grip the sides of his kute pulling him closer as he effortlessly picks you up laying you on the table ibfront of him making you gasp pulling away blushing looking at him as you pant " shut up" he mumbles brushing his lips agaisnt yours " my turn to talk" he growls and grips your hips pulling you to the edge of the table kissing you hungrily growling and panting lifting and gripping your thick thighs wrapping them around his waist as he goes to take off the jacket and the gun holster " no please leave it on' you mumbke agaisnt his lips moaning so softly looking up through your eyelashes " leave the gloves on too" you smirk and bite your lip feeling alittle more confident undoing his belt and pants " let me finish my argument I've been holding this in for years " you pant and bite his bottom lip smirking up at him as you slide your hand into his pants gripping him and stroking him slowly and lazily sitting up more and walking him back to the couch " sit " you smirk and pull your hand out licking the precum off your palm pulling his pants down as you sink to your knees " let me get you relaxed before you talk" you look up at him so sweet licking your lios as you stroke him" dreamed of this " you bite your lip and slowly start sucking and kissing and licking the tip so softly anf innocent never taking your eyes off his.

You moan and whimper gaging lightly as you take his thick cock in your mouth tearing up as you look back up at him moving alittle faster as you stroke what you can't fit in your mouth as he growls and moans lowly gripping your hair in his gloved hand slowly moving his hips with you as he watches in awe and so so lazily his eyes almost closed as his head falls back and his mouth hangs open grunting and growling as you start getting sloppier and louder as you gag and drool taking him deeper and he whimpers so softly and lowly you almost don't hear it and you smirk and tighten your throat looking up at him drooling and smirking around him" fuckin Jesus Christ princess " he pants and growls his accent deeper and thicker " perfect little angel " he strokes your cheek witb his leather gloved thumb as he slowly holds and pushes you down deeper and growls so loud and deep twitching in your throat " are you gonna swallow princess " he smirks and grips your chin bucking making you gag more as he smirks layinf his back" such a good little lass" he taps your cheeks and pulls you off smirking " as much as I wanna cum in that sweet soft mouth of yours I wanna fuck my point across to you" he pulls you up and smaxks your ass " strip" he smirks and his hands grope and grip all over your hips and ass kissing youe stomach through your shirt. He growls and impatiently starts sliding your shorts down rubbing and gripping your thighs as he looks up and kisses yoir stomach slowly sliding the shirt up and you shake your head pushing It down shy ans blush looking at him so innocent and nervous " can we leave it on" you whisper shy and shake your head and straddle him making out with him as you grind and rub agaisnt the tip whimpering so needy and desperate kissing and sucking at chibs neck leaving little marks " please please I need you chibs " you moan so softly anf innocent making him growl and grope at anything he can grip and he growls and rips the shirt open staring at you looking you up and down as he kisses and sucks on your chest and leaves little hickeys all over your tits and neck panting and gripping our hips grinding you against his tip as he growls and lays you down on the couch" chibs are you sure " you blush covering yourself alittle looking up at him blushing alittle and he chuckles.

Chibs sits up and puls you back in his lap kissing you softer with so much love making you melt into him" please let me do this before I mess up ans almost lose you again Lass I cant lose you " chibs whispers leaning in giving your lips little kisses " I've loved you since I met you when you were just lost and in either the wrong place at the wrong time or the right place " he jokes and kisses your nose " please please let me finish this I have 7 years to catch up on and this us gonna be a long marathon " he chuckles joking and you melt kissing him softly laying back looking up at him spreading your legs showing him everything blushing more and rubbing yourself as you look at him bitinf your lip moaning and whinning ' come here Filip " you moan softly and wrap your legs back around his waist " I knoe this is a romantic moment " you kiss chibs moaning and panting " but as many times as I've seen you come home dressed like this I need you to fuck me like it's your last night alive " you panf and moan softly scratching at his baxk through the leather jacket " so fuckin hot chibs " you whimper and can't stop looking at him fresh off a run sweaty smelling of smoke ans leather witb his guns on and holstered " fuck me pleasw ' you whine pulling him down kissinf him as you grip the baxk of his neck and chibs moans ans smirks pushinf the tip in so slowly growlinf and panting intk the kiss pulling away looking down as he pushes deeper ' mmn fuck lass you're perfect made just for me " he growls against your ear and your neck smirking and chuckling as he thrusts so hard all the way in growling and you gasp grippinf the straps of his holsters guns still in them and you smirk" mm fuck you're so big Filip" you whimper as your eyes roll back along with your head " mmm please move Filip fuck me don't make me beg " you buck your hips pulsing around him to tease him qnd ger him going " don't hold back fuck your stress away I'm all yours to use " you moan breathy and lay back onnthe couch sliding your. Hands up his hips and up his stomach qnd scrathinf at his sides ans happy trail " mmm fuck baby " you whimper biting your lip and roll your hips slowly against him" oh my god " you whimper and breathe so shakey " please I need you to fuck me till I can't walk I need it "you groab and arch as he watches and touches you all over with his gloves making yoi shiver and your nipples harden under his gloved palm" choke me "you pant and pulse so tight jusr from his touches " and smack me" you whimper shivering and grip his hips and pull him down " come on I won't break I've wanted you to fuck me everyday every way possible " you moan and kiss him softly and suck on his tongue lightly before pulling away and he growls and grips your chin with his gloved hand makinc you smirk as he starts fucking into you as hard and deep as he can grunting and growling sliding his hand to your neck" new a pretty sweet thing like you would be a dirty girl' he growls in your ear with his accent thicker and starts to speed up.

Gasping you grip the couch arching and pushing against him moaninf his name so loud sure the neighbors can hear and you lean into his touch taking his thumb into your mouth succking and licking the leather whimpering and getting so tight around him pulsing tighter getting closer and closer" mmm oh Filip please please oh god " you gasp moaninf as you drool and suck on his thumb looking at him trying to keep your eyes from crossing as he brushes and pounds into your sweet spot '" so close aren't you love ' he growls ans grunts sliding his hand. Away from your mouth and rubs. Your clit. With the same thumb you sucked and growls' squeezing me so tight such a good girl ' he moan sofflt in your ear sucking on your neck goinf faster and harder hitting your spot more and more as he rubs your clit faster grunting and panting in your ear as you feel his hips get sloppier with each thrust " please daddy please " we mumble and whimper so softly not thinking he heard and he groans ans growls speddinf up even more making you gasp getting so tigbt he can barely move " say it again say it " he growls and grips your chin forcing your eyes to him as you smirk" Filip" you moan and whimper so innocent gasping and sxratching at. His hips as he slams into you and he growls ans taps your cheeks with a smack not a hard one a light one enough to get attention and you gasp. And moan screaming what he wanted to hear so bad as you squeal and shake squirting and moaning " DADDY!!" You cry out shaking so hard so sensitive trying to close your legs and push him ans hus hand away and he chuckles growling" stay stil baby girl " he growls pinning your hands pounding into you as. Hard as he's ever fucked any girl " mine ye say it " he grunts and twitches against your spot growlinf and. Bucking harder gripping your neck" say yer mine lass, who's yer daddy" he growls so low in your ear grunting and biting yoir neck as he squeezes tighter around your neck " y y yours Filip you're daddy" you gasp ans shake ans squeeze him so tight so sensitive from coming qnd he growls ans grunts pushing as deep as he can cumming right into you panting and lazily kissing your neck qnd shoulders " good girl'"he pants twitching and softening inside you panting " so the whole kute and gloves and hostler does it for ye" he smirks cocky and rolls off. You lighting a cigarette " so all those times I saw you starinf was thay what you wanted '" he smirks blowing the smoke up" A Good Glasgowenian humpin" he chuckles voice low and gruff " all you had to so was ask daddy" he winks and kisses you softly and cocky.

THE END!!!

[spooky-bunnys]

Bonten didn't know what to do right now. (Name) has been letting off extremely sour pheromones all day. Sanzu wasn't here yet, so they knew he was more likely the reason behind it.

But when he came in? They could figure out what was going on, from the scent coming off him. It was a female Omega in heat. The scent was practically rolling off the Alpha. It didn't take them long to add it together.

Especially since (Name) had asked Bonten, to keep them separated. From the broken look he had, and the way he avoided Sanzu. They knew exactly what happened, Sanzu had cheated on his Omega.

They knew it wasn't there business, but the sour smell was getting to be too much. "Hey (Name), could you do us a favor and get lunch? We were thinking (favorite food)." The Omega slightly perked up at the mention of his favorite food.

As Bonten's secretary/personal assistant, (Name) was always running errands for the gang members. When (Name) had gotten everyone's orders, as he quickly left, Mikey sent Kokonoi with him. For "insurance" purposes.

Once the Omega was out of the building, the others turned and started at the bubblegum hair Alpha. "What?" They continued to stare. "What did you do?" The Alpha shrugged. "We had a fight last night. So I went to the club and stayed there." Mikey gave him a blank look.

"What'd you fight about? Your cheating problem, or your drug problem?" Sanzu looked shocked. "How'd you-?" Takeomi cut him off with an annoyed look. "We can smell the Omega on you. It's like you fucking bathed in the scent." Sanzu shuffled uncomfortably.

"Does that mean-" "He knows dumbass." Sanzu flinched. "I-I didn't mean-" Rindou cut him off this time. "You didn't mean to cheat? You were high? Listen druggie, if you cheat drunk or high, it's still cheating." Sanzu frowned. "He'll come back. He always does."

Ran coughed out a laugh. "You do know Kokonoi is already trying to shoot his shot right?" Sanzu froze. "What?" Kakucho shared a look with Mikey. "Sanzu did you seriously not know? Everything you fuck up, Kokonoi is there to comfort him."

Sanzu growled standing up. "He's after my Omega!" Mochi rolled his eyes and huffed. "He's not your Omega anymore. Haven't you been to your office? He left his courting collar and extra key on your desk." Sanzu quickly dashed out of the meeting room, practically tearing his office door off its hinges.

There they were sitting on top of his paper work. The collar Sanzu had given (Name) when they stared to court, and beside that the extra key to his penthouse. Sanzu's heart broke. He softly grabbed the items. Was (Name) truly done with him?

The other members shook their heads. "He had a wonderful Omega, and he just completely fucks it up." The others nodded. "I don't know why (Name) dealt with it for so long honestly." Ran had a thinking face. His brother shrugged. "Maybe (Name) truly loved him. I don't see how, but maybe he did and was hoping he'd change."

Takeomi sighed. He brother threw away the best relationship he could've ever had. The other listened carefully hearing Sanzu destroy his office. Mikey shook his head. "He did this to himself. Nobody to blame but him. Anyways back to the meeting."

They continued the meeting only stopping, when (Name) brought them lunch. They noticed how cheerful he was, the sour scent now gone. It made them feel better. Although from the winde grin Kokonoi had, they could guess why (Name)'s mood was better.

They were glad, he didn't deserve to get hurt. He deserved happiness and love. (Name) happily talked about the adventure he and Kokonoi had. Ignoring the fact that Bonten's 2nd was missing. Which they didn't say anything about.

Until he talked about the car chase they had.