#I beg people to please leave other people alone please 🙏🙏

[falling-mellow]

Literally please do not go and ruin peoples' fun time please?

[kennedyslvr]

hihi!!

could i request a vendetta leon x male (cis) reader?

maybe a kind of flirty and nice reader, cracking jokes to make leon embarrassed/shy

could turn nsfw 👀

and if so- can leon be kinda dominant but also desperate like i need that man to BEGGGG 🙏🙏

kinda like “please- i cant take anymore teasing, let me fuck you, pleasepleaseplease-“

so sorry if this is a mess

warnings: m.reader, sir kink, leon is kinda pervy, biting kink, begging by both people, old man leon is so silly

word count: 1187

note: i rlly hope u like this anon, got my meds in shape and i can finally write successfully!!!

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you were leon’s cute and energized partner, no one really knows how you two got along since your personalities should basically clash with one another. leon didn’t show it but he knew about your little antics towards him, you would constantly tease him with your physique, you would let your touch linger on him for a bit too long, and you would even laugh at his stupid jokes. leon would be lying if he said he hasn’t thought about shutting that pretty mouth of yours up, he constantly laid in his bed at ungodly hours of the night palming his cock pathetically. groaning your name while thinking about what your ass would feel like around his cock, how your mouth would feel, you drove him absolutely insane.

“leon you look terrible, did you sleep at all last night?” you asked, staring up at leon with fluttering lashes, it’s this early and you’re already teasing him!? “when you get to my age, you learn to think about other things other than sleeping.” he mumbled, obviously thinking about the way he came into a pair of your boxers that he had stolen from you. you let out a hum before stepping closer to leon, “what do you think about at night, old man?” his words got caught in his throat, what the hell was he going to tell you? ‘yeah i think about you choking on my cock while you beg me to flood your mouth and ass with cum!’ of course not!

“none of your business, kid.” he leaned in closer to you, making you smirk proudly. “do you think about me leon?” leon’s face starts to burn, he stood up straight while quickly turning away from you. “of course not, why would i ever-“ “don’t lie to me, leon.” you giggled making him still, he swore he was on the verge of passing out. you turned to you with an embarrassed look in his eyes, “i can hear you at night, you’re very loud y'know.”

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leon brought your dirty boxers to his face so he could inhale your sweet scent. he was such a pervert and he knew it, but he felt so good that he couldn’t care right now. you were in his mind always, you were like an annoying fruit fly that wouldn’t leave him alone. every pump of his hand made him groan loudly, promptly waking you up in the process. “what the hell…” you mumbled, thinking that someone must’ve stubbed their toe or something, but your guesses were very quickly proven wrong by leon calling out to you.

“fuck…so fucking tight, kid, fuck.” leon moaned out in ecstasy, your smell engulfed his senses making his whine into your stolen boxers. you pressed your ear against the wall to hear more of him, your own cock started to get painfully hard at the lewd sounds leon let slip from his mouth. you palmed at your sensitive cock, trying to keep it calm and to feel any type of friction.

leon sped up his movements, his hips bucking up to meet his hands, he was so desperate to reach his release that he continued to get louder. he didn’t care if he was loud right now, all he cared about were his filthy thoughts about you. “fuck baby, i’m gonna cum. you’re gonna make me fucking cum- fuck!” leon’s back arched off the bed as ropes of cum shot out of his cock, he stroked himself through his orgasm, whining and panting like a dog at the overstimulation.

“…shit.” you heard leon curse from your room, followed by footsteps and running water. this would be fun to tease him about tomorrow, you thought.

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leon hissed at your finger slowly moving down his torso, he grabbed your wrist making you flinch. “if you’re gonna touch me-“ he placed your hand over his hardened cock, “touch me right, baby.” leon grabbed the back of your neck to pull your mouth onto his, the kiss was sloppy and desperate. he pressed his cock desperately into your own, it was aggressive and made you whine. you pulled back from the kiss with a smirk on your face, “needy are we, sir?” “close your mouth.” he mumbled while slipping your pants down, fumbling to get his own pants off. he wanted to feel you close to him, he just wanted to feel every inch of your skin in his hands.

“leon, can you sit for me?” you asked, flirtatious tone making leon’s ears go red. be grumbled a bit before sitting himself on the couch, you straddled his lap with a small smirk on your face, he looked at you with suspicious eyes. “hold on to something, sir.” “what the hell are you-“ his sentence was interrupted by a loud moan, as you dunk yourself down on his cock he brought his hands to your hips, squishing the skin in his hands. you held onto his shoulders with a shaky smile, trying to act tough while his cock was kissing your prostate was surprisingly difficult. leon was waiting for you to move, waiting to feel your insides glide around his cock, but nothing.

you were simply grinding his cock inside you, rolling your hips in small circles. leon leaned forward to capture your neck in his teeth, this was better than anything he’s ever imagined, for a moment he thought he was dreaming with how good your insides felt. he quickly got impatient though, trying to lift your hips up only to be met with a smack on the hand. “cmon baby, this is fucking torture.” he whined into your ear, “please let me fuck you, i cant do this grinding shit anymore. please please, pretty please?” he begged, still sucking and nibbling your neck, leaving pretty bruises.

“jeez, been awhile since you’ve gotten your dick wet huh-“ leon thrusted upwards making you moan out in shock, he got tired of waiting, he was going to go crazy if he didn’t have you right then and there. “god baby, you feel so good…so fucking tight f’me.” he groaned still pounding up into you, each thrust earned slutty moans and whimpers. you locked your arms around leon’s neck, trying to kiss him but he pulled away, “nuh uh, how do you ask?” he's so mean. you whined at his tone, you felt yourself get closer to your high, you were shaking and practically pleading with leon. “p-please kiss! i-i wanna kiss you wh-while we cum! please?” you begged making him smile, he quickly pulled your mouth into his with a groan. your body trembled as your orgasm tore through you, your back arched, chest hitting leon’s as you finally let go.

leon let you cuddle into him, he wrapped his strong arms around your shaking body. he whispered sweet nothings in your ears, drawing shapes into your back with. he smirked to himself, he let you simmer down for a second so he wouldn’t overwhelm you, he still hasn’t cum yet. plus, he still has to teach you a lesson about teasing him, he didn’t forget about that part at all.

[lumea-art]

Hey, guys! I'd like to address a personal issue which actually concerns everyone in this fandom. Please, read and react somehow🙏 For those on the bojere fanbook server, that's going to be pretty much the same as what you read yesterday. If I'm too direct or accidentally overshare, sorry, keep in mind that I'm autistic

So for quite a long time I felt secretly disliked in the fandom. I am a very anxious person, I hang on every piece of feedback that I get so it bothered me a lot. I wasn't allowed to participate in the Käärijä zine and they never explained why and I almost didn't get in the bojere fanbook as well but at least the mods were kind enough to communicate the issue

So the mods told me yesterday that people felt uncomfortable about me taking part in this and having me on the server. I felt very down the whole day and didn't understand shit until Moko and Due gave me the explanation. The issue was "radfem" in my bio on Twitter. They explained to me how my associating with radfem made them think I was potentially threatening to other people on the server, especially the queer folk. But the thing is I turned out to be quite different. I consider myself to be radfem cause I've had a lot of traumatic experience with men (SA, abusive relationship), I don't want any other women to go through something like I had to experience, I am with women, I'm fighting for our comfort and against the patriarchy. Also I am from Kazakhstan and we have big issues with women's rights here including all kinds of abuse and femicide for which men tend to not get in jail. You might have heard how our ex minister of Economics abused and k*lled his wife and didn't get in jail until the case reached the news. That's all, that's what it means TO ME to be radfem. So I guess this radfem is different to the one you're used to. I am not transphobic and I have never thought my views had anything to do with queer people. I have always been nothing but respectful towards queer people, online or irl. I have nonbinary friends who are comfortable with communicating with me. As a cis person, I may not understand something, but we tend to talk anything through in order to understand each other better, not waiting for any of us get hurt accidentally. So I suggest the same - if you need further clarification, you can ask me questions in reblog or dms and I'll answer. Also I'm open to literature suggestions to get to understand you guys better💕

Also regarding Russian-Ukranian issue in case anyone has a problem with it

Since I'm openly Russian speaking (though being from Kazakhstan and half Ukrainian myself), Ukrainians might have an issue with me and I perfectly understand why so I try not to bother them. However, some of them didn't want to leave me and my friends alone. You might have seen this big Russian-Ukranian fight on twitter in April, mostly taking place in JO fandom. The thing is that (again) people don't dig deep and assume I am pro Russian since I speak Russian and happen to not be able to speak Ukrainian or Kazakh (in Kazakhstan we mostly speak Russian). Me and my Russian speaking friends were bullied, our personal info was leaked without our permission and one of us got threatened to be physically hurt once she arrives to a JO gig we are all going to. Of course I protected my friends and myself, maybe not in the best way possible. Luckily, we were able to talk everything through with the guys and no one means to hurt anyone anymore. I suggested doing commissions for donations and I still do that if you're interested. I am pro Ukrainian and pro Palestinian and genocides suck

If someone doesn't want to communicate with me for whatever reason, just don't, what's the problem. But don't limit a person before clarifying things, I beg you. Please, I really want to be on good terms with everyone. I wish peace to everyone 🙏

[hopeyblogs]

Mind feeding into my guilty pleasures with More tyler babe content 🙏 I LOVE HIM UR HONOUR

I would be honoured to feed your guilty pleasures bby! <33 I'm your girl! ⇢Masterlist

Such a doting boyfriend, caring, you're his baby.

he's so cheery, he radiates sunlight. His soft smiles is infectious.

hugs, hugs, hugs. Bearhugs, long hugs. His hands needs to be on your body. A hug a day keeps you smiling all day <3

"hi sweets, miss you so much" grabby hands pulling you into his embrace and kissing you deeply.

"hi ty. miss you too" mumbling through kisses.

"mhm. you're so pretty" not letting go of your lips.

He's a patient and calm guy

He begs for your attention by staring at you until you realises.

He'll smother you in kisses once he gets you

"Ty stop staring, you're gonna have dry eyes" no answer just keep staring.

Puffing out a small sigh. "Fine, what do you need baby?"

"you." he shrugs. You did ask.

overprotective. Your happiness and safety comes first

Hates seeing you other than happy with him

Say the word he'll settle each of your problems. Always with you if possible.

You were sitting on one of the park benches waiting for him to buy something. A guy approaches and hits on you.

"What's a girl doing here all alone huh?"

"I'm with my boyfriend. Thank you for asking"

"a sassy one, I bet you i could control that attitude huh? You'll like that huh?" creepily snakes his hands on your thighs.

Slapping his hand away and standing up away from him.

"Get the fuck away from my girl" Tyler grabs the guy collar shoving the creep away from you.

He immediately pulls you away to somewhere of private, concern flooding him.

"You ok sweets? Did he do anything?" he holds you softly trying to find anything wrong.

"I'm ok ty, he just touched my thighs"

He wasn't one to mess with. He's pissed and it wasn't a good look

Out into the night he makes the move to find the guy who harrased you

The next day, news comes that the guy who harrased you suddenly died?

"Ty baby, look. The guy yesterday, he was found dead in his house. What a weird coincidence"

"mhm yeah. Atleast we know he's not gonna bother other people anymore right?" he queries while kissing your forehead.

He's so devoted to you. You're his and he's yours <3

His socials is just filled with you. Proudly showing off his girl to his friends.

Does not hesitate to defend you when his friends makes fun of you for being a freak.

"Dude really? A freak from Nevermore? Thought you hated them" One of the guys laughs.

"Yeah i know right. You stooped so low for a girl like that??"

"Call my girl a freak again, I'll have you looking like a freak" he was pissed.

After that incident, he cuts all contacts with all his friends.

he knows all your likes and dislikes.

he'll do anything to keep you happy, his attention is always on you

Late night calls, dates or even delivering some food for you

Ringing floating through your dorm, picking the phone up. It was Tyler.

"Hi sweets, how's your studies?" he asks. Such a dad fr

"It's good. Taking a break right now, eating some chips" you replied

"Do you want some food? I can send some" he offers

"Nonono need ty, I'm not really hungry just tired yk" declining his offer.

"Alright then, I'll leave you to rest a bit ok? Love you"

"Love you too babe"

Few minutes later he's texting you to meet him at the greenhouse that's connected to the forest. You obeyed anyways.

"Tyler why did you ask me to meet you here? It's dangerous!" you asked.

"Here, i got some leftovers dinner. I made em" He puts a container into your hands.

"I told you I'm not hungry! Tyler don't trouble yourself please"

"so? i want to. Love you anyways" he shrugs off.

You heaved a small sigh just asked him to go back home before anything bad happens. He's your loverboy <3

[safety-writes-noms]

YES HELLO I would like to hear more about the silly little siren and his hapless conversation partner (if u have anything) plz

HI! :D okay so aguile is awful at talking to people since he’s never really gotten to. Sirens are super rare and they’re pretty solitary creatures, usually only meeting up with each other so they can mate and then split up again. Then once the eggs hatch, they’re usually taken care of for the first few years before they’re left to fend for themselves. Aguile’s been alone for most of his lifetime but has been desperately searching for someone to talk to and connect with. He’s very friendly toward ships happening to pass by his territory but surprise surprise, the little humans don’t want to talk to him! It makes him very sad so whenever a human actually does want to chat, he’s beyond excited and loves it :D if they have to leave he’ll be sad but beg them to come back sometime. Most of the time though, ships tend to attack him (ouch!) or just avoid him entirely. Of course he doesn’t really help his case when he sees a helpless little guy and immediately wants to put them in his brood pouch so they’ll be nice and warm while he ferries them back to a local island, earning him a rather fearsome reputation

and the human is just meant to be a stand in for anyone who wants to envision themselves in :D I was thinking of making him a human friend tho so idk

Please talk to him he loves it 🙏

[specialinterestshows]

Request 🫡🫡

Finn and Damian secret dating au where they’ve almost been caught a million times but somehow they always manage to find some kind of excuse or something so no one figures it out and they constantly find random excuses so they can be alone together and it’s all going well until finn has a noticeable hickey on his neck and rhea immediately puts everything together and rushes to Damian to yell at him for not telling her sooner .. also before the secrets out a little bit of jealous finn and or jealous Damian would be 🙏🙏 because I read the two parts of the other Damian and finn one and just something about jealousy really is something else but obviously you don’t have to you are the writer and I trust ur vision completely 🫡🙏

Love this request!

The following is the first section of Tryst Of Fate, a three-part Finn Balor x Damian Priest secret dating fic, with a tarot theme, because I��m a slut for a good theme. Each section will have some meanings of the card mentioned in each respective chapter title, with the more relevant meanings highlighted. This is NOT meant to be in any way comprehensive on tarot and any meanings therein.

Warnings for this section: Dirty talk, begging, teasing, hair pulling, jealousy, choking

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Tryst Of Fate (Part 1/3): The Devil

Temptation, seduction, materialism / Freedom, lack of will, resentment

It was having to come up with excuses to leave the group, just the two of them-

No, no, it was having to restrain himself during and right after tag-team and group matches. That was definitely the most difficult part of being in a secret relationship with Damian, Finn had decided.

Every match - without fail - it took every ounce of willpower he had not to check out Damian when he was dripping with sweat, muscles flexing with every move, dominating the ring. As much as he tried not to, Finn would still catch himself licking his lips when he failed to shift his gaze away from Damian. His boyfriend’s body was irresistible and Finn was constantly reminding himself to show restraint.

When the two of them would win a tag match together, they celebrated in public as platonically as possible - saving their real celebration until the moment they were alone.

“Please dear god take me now,” Finn begged, throwing himself at Damian the second the rest of the group had left the locker room, “I need you so badly.”

“I can tell, lindo,” Damian chuckled, hand grazing the bulge that was stretching his boyfriend’s already-tight pants to their limit, “Y no solo porque dijiste “we need to go over tonight’s match so we can do better next time” - whining softly at Damian’s touch, Finn gripped the taller man’s vest as he continued - “like we haven’t already used that excuse before. You’re lucky no one offered to help.”

“You know I’m no good at excuses,” Finn blushed, looking up into Damian’s deep brown eyes, “Can’t we just tell people?”

“And risk dividing the group?” - Damian caressed his boyfriend’s face, rubbing a thumb over his rough stubble as he kept talking - “Making our enemies think we have more weak spots because the members of The Judgment Day are too focused on each other to keep our guard up?” his hand travelled slowly to the back of Finn’s head before gripping him roughly by his hair, “Besides, I thought you liked being my dirty little secret.”

Finn moaned softly, considering Damian’s argument before angling for a compromise.

“How about just one person, then? JD would understand-“

“JD?” Damian let go of Finn as he scoffed, “Why do you want to tell him? Why is he the first person you think of?”

Adjusting his pants, Finn took in Damian’s irritated demeanor before chuckling, “Is the Archer of Infamy… jealous?”

“Should I be?” Damian growled, searching the other man’s face carefully.

“Of course not!” Finn gently laid a hand on Damian’s chest, “You don’t have to worry about anyone else.”

“Dime porque, príncipe,” Damian ordered, voice growing sultry as he moved closer.

Finn gently planted a kiss on Damian’s neck before answering, “Because I’m yours, Cupid.”

“Ay, no,” Damian groaned, pulling away and turning around, “I told you I hate that cheesy nickname.”

“Only because it makes you blush,” came the sing-song reply behind him. Finn particularly enjoyed the fact that he was the only person who could make his boyfriend blush.

“Cállate,” Damian growled, whipping around and wrapping one hand around Finn’s scruffy neck, “I can think of better ways you can use that mouth, lindo.”

The door suddenly swung open, and Finn’s heart raced as he watched JD McDonagh walk into the locker room.

“Hey, I-“ JD stopped in his tracks when he saw Damian holding up a completely red-faced Finn by his throat, “South of Heaven?“ - JD’s voice took on a concerned tone - “Are the two of you practicing moves on each other? You have a match next week!”

Muttering something unintelligible in an irritated tone, Damian carefully let go of Finn - who was thanking his lucky stars that it had been JD walking in.

Had it been someone more perceptive, they might have noticed that Damian was doing his best to block Finn’s hard-on from view.

“If you really need to practice on someone,” JD continued, dramatically throwing off his vest, “Consider me your sparring partner.”

Damian sighed, massaging his temples as he seemed to search for some semblance of patience before whispering only loud enough for Finn to hear, “Someone always offers to help.”

[end part one of three]

Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/737896226499035136/tryst-of-fate-part-23-the-high-priestess

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Tag List (thank you!)

@domripley , @falloutboy-lover , @aut0luminescence

[mochie85]

I love all you write, your writing is always on point 💖

Please can you write a Loki x Reader where she is an asshole to everybody, especially him?

Reader joins the avengers but she doesn't get along with anyone. She is always in her room or training by herself. She usually goes out at night so she can do a little "justice" on her own (just so she can beat somebody). Loki tries to get close to her, but she is pure anger and frustration. 

When she was training he auto invited and he proposed that if he wins she will have a date with him, and she says if he wins he will leave her alone forever. She ends up kicking his ass.

One of those nights she gets out, things get messy and it is Loki who saves her. Instead of being thankful, she gets angry. 

She only joined the avengers so she can have revenge on somebody there.

On a mission with everybody, she betrayed them.

Not a happy ending, please 🙏

Sorry if it's too long, I got carried away 😅

Just Breathe - Chapter 2

Just Breathe Masterlist Complete Masterlist

A/N: Thank you Nonny, for the kind words and the request. I hope you like this. I'm sorry it took a while. I added people to the taglist who didn't ask to be tagged. So if you'd like to be removed, no hard feelings. I won't take it personally. I'm sorry I overstepped. On the flip side, if you'd like to be added to my taglist, don't hesitate to reach out. As always, my ASKS are always open. Pairing: Loki x Female Villain(~ish) Reader Word Count: under 2.2k Warnings: Angst, history of trauma, some cursing, mild violence Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

The sweat dripped down from your neck onto your back. Your muscles protested as you lifted your arms once more and pulled your chin over the bar for another set of pull-ups.

The gym got unnaturally warmer as you controlled your breathing and held your breath. A fire, settling in the atmosphere, waiting to be unleashed.  

“I could help, you know. With your powers.” The deep voice said from behind you.

“I don’t need your help.” You grunted pulling yourself up one more time. “What I need is for you people to leave me alone.” You dismounted the bars and gathered your belongings.

“You can’t just stay isolated forever. It’s been months now. We’ve already taken down two HYDRA facilities with your help. When are you going to accept that you’re a part of this team? Whether you like it or not.”

“I am not a part of this team. I will never be a part of this team. I will never be a suck-up! Like you.” You threw your bag over your shoulder and headed for the exit.

As you reached for the bar of the door, a sharp ‘thwip’ of a blade landed where your hands were about to push.

“Come on, darling. One round.” Loki said trying to goad you. You took in a deep breath, the air around you circulating, then you exhaled.

“What will it take for you to leave me alone?”

“Tussle with me.” He said and you raised your lips in annoyance. You just knew that he had a different definition of ‘tussle.’

“Fine. If I win, you leave me the hell alone.” You barked as you dropped your duffel bag onto the floor.

“And If I win…” he said as his smirk grew nauseatingly wide, “…I get to take you out on a date. Do peanut butter and jelly sandwiches sound good?”

“Pathetic. For a prince, I thought you’d have something more luxurious in mind.”

“Ahh, so you have thought about me.” Loki’s grin couldn’t be wiped off. “So, what should we do on this date that you’ve already thought of?” He started circling you. A dagger formed in his hand and he twirled it in the air.

“Why don’t you just look inside my head? You’re good at trespassing into other people’s privacy.”

“As much as I want to see what goes on in that delectable mind of yours, I won’t do it unless you beg me to. And I do mean, beg.”

You picked up a rattan staff perched on the weapons rack on the wall. You twirled it behind you as you lunged down into a battle stance. “Come on then.” You said beckoning him.

He lunged and twirled towards you, unleashing hidden daggers in his wake. You used the staff and twirled it in front of you, blocking his onslaught attack. One of the sharp blades caught itself at the end of your stick.  You dislodged it and threw it in the air. With a swing of your staff, you propelled it like a baseball towards his head.

It went straight through his image, lodging itself into the wall behind him. In a matter of seconds, he duplicated himself and surrounded you with his clones.

Your breathing got heavier. Your body needed more oxygen. You were tired from having already worked out an hour prior. The heat in the room rose higher as more and more particles tried to alleviate the need for air in your body.

You swung your staff quickly in a circle, passing through each clone until it got close to the true Loki. He stopped the staff from hitting his head with his hand and that’s when you pulled him towards you.

You let go of the staff and cradled his head in your hands. The look on his face was priceless. Arrogance. Shock. Confusion. Acceptance. Then…smugness.

Your lips nudged his, telling him to open. As he did so, his hands trailed down the side of your torso, holding you delicately. He tilted his head giving you further access.

You pressed your lips into his and you began to suck the air out of his lungs. He realized too late what you were doing. He couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t speak. He couldn’t yell out for help as he fell to his knees.

He tried to claw your hands away from his face. but he was too weak and winded to do anything.

You continued to coax his breath out until his lips started to turn blue and his eyes turned red. You pushed him down onto the gym floor and finally let go of your hold on his lungs. “And stay down!” you growled, angrily.

Loki took a huge gasp of air and coughed. He’s alive. He’ll be fine, you thought as you gathered up your belongings and headed towards the exit.

Months. He was right. It had been months. You would never admit that you had a better chance of stopping the HYDRA facilities with the help of The Avengers. With their information on where certain SHIELD and SWORD facilities were, you were able to ascertain which ones had been compromised and which ones were ok to leave alone. For now.

But in all your dismantling and self-righteous justice, you still weren’t able to find him.

So you decided to do some searching of your own. You went out each night and stalked from the shadows. You didn’t trust anyone to go with you. If SHIELD was just a front for HYDRA activities, then what were The Avengers a front for?

Sure they were great against apocalyptic events, but real life is a lot more than big events thrown together. It’s the small ones that, if left unchecked, snowball into those big events. Maybe, just maybe, in all your dealings and vigilante justice, you could’ve stopped someone’s villain origin story from happening. Stopped them from becoming someone like you. Jaded and just angry.

In the end, you decided that you couldn’t trust these people. The ones that were formed by the same organization that imprisoned you for your powers. You would use them, then you would leave.

“Ahh, did he get to you again?” a deep voice rattled in the shadows behind you. You turned from the building ledge you were sitting on to find The Devil himself landing next to you. His horned helmet looked sharp and menacing under the city lights.

“How would you know?”

“Cuz I can hear it. Your heart does this weird rhythm every time you have an interaction with him.” Ugh, there is no way you have any sort of feelings for Loki.

“Ya. It’s called homicidal anger,” you retorted. Red just laughed. He didn’t have the heart to say that it sounded more like a romantic infatuation to him, an attachment. But, in this crazy world that you supers live in, one can be interchangeable with the other. So who was he to say what you were feeling?

“Have you stopped anything tonight?” He asked you.

“No. You?”

“Petty robberies and a thieving ring up by the docks.”

“Ugh. You always get the good ones. Why don’t they come around my neighborhood anymore?”

“You’re complaining that your neighborhood is…safe?” Red said with incredulity.

“I just needed something to do. I feel like I’m not getting anywhere in my search.” You said rolling your eyes, exasperated that your search for him has turned fruitless.

“Aah. I see.”

“Says the blind man.” He let out a puff of breath as a laugh. He then patted your shoulder with his knuckles.

“There.” He said pointing to the dark alleyway. An unmarked van just pulled up and two men walked out in dark clothing. “There’s a third person. In the van. A woman. She’s breathing, alive. Unconscious.”

“I got this.”

“Are you sure?” he asked. Just then Red’s head turned to the side as if he heard someone call out his name. “Hmm. I got to go.” He said with a grin. He turned back to you. “You got this. I’ll see you next time.”

“Laters, Red.” You said and watched him jump to the ledge of the next building. You took in a lungful of breath as you jumped the five-story building. You blew out through your mouth, slowly and down, helping you float to the sidewalk.

The two men looked at you suddenly. “Boys, whose in the back?” you asked.

“Would you like to join her?” asked one of them while the other moved behind you.

“No.” you took a deep breath and let it out quickly, blowing a windstorm, knocking out the first man. The man behind you grabbed you by putting his arms around you and caging you in. You struggled to get loose, but he was strong. You tried to hold your breath to start a fire, but the first man recovered and gave you a backhanded slap. It knocked the wind out of you and you struggled to breathe. Your assailant behind you squeezed harder.

The lack of oxygen in your body made the surrounding particles encircle you. You tried to breathe, your bout earlier with Loki made you tired and faint. Your body couldn’t get air fast enough.

Embers started at the man’s pant leg and traveled up his body. Another flame erupted on your captor’s arms. He soon let go of you as the flames grew higher. You fell to the ground, no oxygen, almost blacking out.

That was when you heard the soft purring of a motorcycle engine stop in front of you. You heard a scuffle. Some grunts and a painful yell as a fight broke out while flames surrounded your vision.

“Come on, darling.”

“No!” you screamed. Then blacked out.

A constant beep from a monitor made its way through your consciousness, forcing you to wake up. Your eyes squinted and watered at the bright light overhead. You held out your hands to cover your eyes and noticed an IV stuck on your hand. You slowly got up feeling the tubes of oxygen in your nose.

“Sorry about that. We had to make sure you got enough oxygen or you’d start a fire in the infirmary.” Stephen said to you.

“What am I doing here? What happened?” You moaned.

“Karma, if you ask me. You got the wind knocked out of you.” Loki said from behind you.  You let out a sigh of disappointment and tried to get yourself out of bed.

“Nope. You are staying here. Until I say so.” Stephen tried to push you back down. “You’re lucky I was in the tower when Loki came in with you. Otherwise, you’d have suffocated and died of smoke inhalation.” You unconsciously took a deep breath and let it out. Swirls of air drifted past your lips making a small hurricane on top of your hand.

“I’m fine.” You huffed showing your demonstration to the doctor.

“Just stay. If you’re truly fine, I’ll let you go in an hour. Perks of being an Avenger.” He said winking at you. Ugh, I am not an Avenger!

Dr. Strange left with your chart, leaving you and Loki behind, alone, in the medical room.

“So, do you often go out at night seeking thrills?”  he asked you seriously. Your eyes raked over him up and down, noting that he quickly recovered from your bout earlier. Although, perhaps, you heard a slight twinge of hoarseness in his voice.

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business.”

“You are a part of this team! You should be glad that someone was there to help you. Those two criminals would’ve likely dragged you off with their other victim.”

“I could’ve taken them!”

“Sure. Would that have been before or after your horned friend in red abandoned you?” Loki snapped. You realized that he saw more than you thought. How long had he been following you? Red must’ve known. Is that why he left so quickly? Ooh, he’ll pay for leaving you with him.

“Jealous? Lucky Charms?”

“Not at all. But if that’s what you’re into, maybe I can wear my horned helmet next time we ‘tussle.’”

“As, if.” Just then, a huge commotion of nurses and agents ran through the window of your medical room.

“Ah, it seems that Sgt. Barnes and Sgt. Wilson are back from their four-month long mission.” Loki noted under his breath.

A man with short, cropped hair and piercing blue eyes stopped in front of the window to your room. He was being assessed by the medical staff and greatly annoyed being done so. You took one look at his metal left arm and gasped a lung full of air.

“NO!” you screamed. “No, no, no, no.” you continued saying as you hurried off your bed, pulling the IV from your hand and the tubes from your nose.

“Zee, what’s the matter?” Loki tried to reason with you. You tried to shake his hand away from you. You tried to push him away. There is no one that’ll stop you now. “Zee! Look at me.” He yelled.

You pushed him back. “NO!” you yelled out. You screamed at him to let you go. The commotion in your room attracted the attention of the people outside. For a brief moment, you locked eyes with the metal-armed man. You locked eyes with Sgt. Barnes. You locked eyes with him, your abuser.

⬅️Chapter 1 | Chapter 3➡️

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[sweet-babyrose]

A continue for the Jenni Ficlet "I don’t want your apology", please 🥺🙏

Read Part 1

It had been three days since your fight with Jenni, two since Alexia had unintentionally told you what was happening with your girlfriend. This was the longest you two had gone without speaking since before you even started dating. You were worried about her. And her family. They had welcomed you in as their own from the first time Jenni took you to meet them. In three years, they had become your family as well.

Sitting in the park near your apartment, you let your thumb hover over Jenni's mom's number. You didn't want to disturb her. But you also couldn't resist checking on them. Pressing the number, you brought the phone up to your ear, listening to it ring.

"Mija, hi," Jenni's mom said.

"Hola, mami. How are you?" You bit your nail nervously.

"I'm okay, I'm okay. How are you?"

"Um, I'm fine. How’s everyone else?” Silence. "Mama? You there?"

"Yes, everything is okay. It's okay. Mija, I have to go. Te quiero."

"Te quiero," you whispered back to a dead line. You pulled the phone down into your lap feeling even more devastated than you had been before the call. It was clear something was wrong and everyone was keeping it from you. Willing yourself not to cry, you stood up, needing to walk. Andy, Jenni’s small white chihuahua, jumped down from the bench, running to keep up with you.

You had no idea how to help the most important people in your life. They were all shutting you out. And you weren't really sure how to get through to them. You could call Jenni's siblings but you assumed they would probably shut you out as well.

Bending down, you picked Andy up, needing to just hold him to you. "Thank you for not leaving me alone," you said, kissing him. The tears were threatening to spill out and you desperately wanted to avoid crying in public.

Loud barking and a small dog running into your legs startled you. You held Andy tighter, not wanting him to feel the need to protect you. Looking down, you saw the familiar face of Nala.

“Nala, come back here!” Jenni yelled from across the park, running towards the small dog.

Your throat tightened, hearing that voice. You knew Andy had heard her as well because his head perked up. You knew as well that he would cry if you tried to leave without letting Jenni greet him.

Sighing, you bent over and picked up Nala in your other arm. “I got you, sweet girl.” You gave her a kiss as well and walked towards Jenni. She slowed down when she saw you approaching with both dogs in your arms.

“Thank you,” she said gently, taking Nala from you. She clipped her leash back on and put her down on the ground. Reaching forward, she scratched between Andy’s ears. He started wiggling around so much in your arms that you had to pass him to her, grabbing hold of Nala’s leash at the same time. “Are you okay with him or should I take him with me?” she asked.

Your throat tightened again and your shoulders slumped. She wasn’t coming home. Why else would she take Andy with her?

“He’s fine,” you managed. “Please leave him with me.” You didn’t want to be alone. You already felt alone enough.

“Of course, Y/N. I won’t take him away from you. I just wasn’t sure if he was too much for you.”

You stood there awkwardly, waiting for her to finish greeting Andy and hand him back. She set him down, exchanging Nala’s leash for Andy’s. Offering a small smile, you turned to walk back towards your apartment.

“Hey, Y/N?”

You stopped, looking over your shoulder at her.

“I’m sorry.”

For what, you wanted to ask. For disappearing for days? For keeping secrets? For having her family keep you in the dark, too? “I don’t want your apology,” you answered. You knew you should stay and talk to her. But your heart was feeling too raw. You couldn’t fathom trying to close the widening gap between you right now. Even though all you wanted was to be wrapped in Jenni's arms and to beg her to put everything behind you.

You did the only thing you could, to protect yourself, to not say anything else you may regret. You walked away, pulling Andy along with you. Even when he stopped, looking back towards Jenni who continued to stand rooted where you’d left her, you gave him a small yank, hoping he’d follow you home.

[sohcah-toa]

if- IF you're feeling up to it- can i please get some just aggresive childe smut 😭 pls ive haven't seen any like aggresive smut in a while and i want some plus its just been a shit day 🙏

also ur work is so good, if u haven't heard me say it enough 💖🦋

of course! thank u so much for the support 💞 and i hope you have great days ahead 🤗 im here if u need to talk!

Chance | toa

NSFW | childe x reader | aggressive semi-public sex | modern au | spanking | degradation

"Childe, y/n" Zhongli greeted the both of you, he was one of your best friends "How are you both?" Zhongli hasn't seen you both ever since you got married with Childe. The host of the event finished talking, letting you converse with each other.

"Fi—ne" Childe answered with a grunt, Zhongli didn't mind since he was always the weird one. It was normal. The truth was your were fondling Childe's balls from underneath the table.

"Weird as usual" Scaramouche snorted as he took a sip of water

You've been seducing and touching Childe this whole time, making him go crazy with just a few touches. Seducing him when no one's looking.

Childe was extremely embarrassed but at the same time turned on. He didn't know how to act in front of your friends. You both were at a college reunion in your old school.

"Stop" Childe mouthed you, anymore and he wouldn't be able to control himself.

You just giggled. Everybody was paying attention on the stage, Xinyan was now performing. Beidou laughed at Ningguang while she starts destroying the stage. Beidou has gotten Ningguang extremely drunk and this is the outcome.

Childe started to rub your thighs, feeling himself lose control. He leaned in to whisper in your ear "I'll fuck your brains out if I ever get the chance tonight"

He kissed you softly, leaving you wanting more before pulling back. You start to stroke his dick, you observed him and you just know he was feeling so good.

You started to unzip his pants, he glared at you begging you don't. But you didn't stop, you started stroking it. Luckily, you were sitting at the very back, nobody can see you.

"Fuck!" Childe accidentally blurted out, you immediately stop because some people turned to look at your table "I-I uh hurt my hand! Let's go my wonderful darling spouse!" he zipped his pants before standing up, grabbing your hand then walked away. He pulled you, you have no idea where he was going but you followed him. To be fair, he didn't exactly know where to go either, he just knows that he wanted to be alone with you.

After a turn, he immediately pushed you on the wall then started kissing you roughly, he loosened his tie. He groped and played with your chest while kissing you roughly, inserting his tongue "I told you don't try me"

You whimpered from under him, you hugged his waists, your other leg embracing it so you could feel his erect dick on your crotch "F-fuck I thought we'd never leave there"

He started licking your neck, sucking it and kissing it from time to time. He was breathing heavily, basically trying to inhale you. You start rubbing on his dick and his grunts went rougher. He grinded on you while you still both have your clothes on.

"Shit" He muttered from under his breath. He turned to look up and read 'infirmary', he thought nobody would be there at this time of the night.

He immediately grabbed your hand and pulled you in, not even bothering the lock the door. He quickly pinned you on the wall, carried both your legs and started dry humping you while kissing.

"You're so wild today" You whispered with a giggle, hugging and kissing his neck.

"You made me this way" he whispered back, breathing heavily "Fuck I can't take it anymore" he let you down and took your clothes off, everything. You were hungry for him too so you took his clothes off.

After a ton of clothes being thrown everywhere, he carried you bridal style and tossed you on the hospital bed "Fuck me, Childe" you called each other darling but when fucking, he prefers you to call him with his name.

"I'll fuck you alright" He quickly started to position himself from above you, not even bothering to prep you up. He was that hungry.

You moaned loudly as you grip the sheets from beside you, you feel him deep inside your hole "Childe!" you moaned, you know he likes it when you call his name. His dick moved in and out of you, he leaned in to suck your nipples and play with it. You stroke his hair, feeling it tickle on your chest.

"Fuck, you're a fucking slut, you know that?" He grunted, he knows you like it when he treats you like that. He then flipped you on all fours, he spanked your ass, earning a scream "Slut!" he kept on spanking you as he thrusts deeper and faster.

You were breathing heavily, moaning and holding on to the metal as he thrusts deep inside of you "C-Childe! You feel so fucking good! Fuck — me!"

His grunts were uncontrollable, your skin reddening from his tight grip on your ass, just so he could go deeper. You feel him balls deep inside you. He liked fucking you in doggy style, watching your back arch with every thrust he makes. Hearing your moans and sweet screams. He leaned in forward to whisper to you "Is this what you wanted?" he whispered, reaching for your chest, slapping your nipples.

"Y-Yes" You moaned, you were salivating, you've been craving for his cock for the past hour "Make me cum please darling"

He spanked your ass again as he leaned back, watching his own erect cock go in and out of your whole "What did you call me?"

"C-Childe — please make me cum" You whined, you move your hips from time to time so you could match his pace, so he could go deeper. He started to rub your genitalia from behind. You screamed and squirmed all around "Shit shit shit"

You hear him grunt "C-Cum with me, cum in my dick" he was going as fast as he can that the bed started creaking. The way your skins collide with one another "Fuck I'm going to breed you"

All the different sounds echoed in the infirmary, especially your loud moans that's begging Childe to go faster and deeper inside you.

"I'm cumming! C-Childe c-cumming" You muttered, your legs trembled as you let yourself climax, you on the bed but this doesn't stop Childe from thrusting inside you.

He focused on his thrusts and just then you feel something warm inside you, he stayed there for a while, laying on top of your back, breathing heavily into your neck "Fuck, I want more of you' he was caressing your ass.

You were breathing heavily too, you feel that his dick was still erect inside you. You know this isn't over yet.

;

"They definitely fucked" Scaramouche said to the embarrassed Zhongli "Come on! We're adults now! So what if they fucked?"

"T-They used to do this in college too" Zhongli sighed

— END ☆

[paintedkinzy-88]

Please tell me we'll get more Winged Multiverse content soon, like the Undertale crew finding out the specifics about the Resets, or some stuff involving Razz and King(they're so UNDERRATED!!!!), or Edge finding out about the Multiverse, or that Horror one shot you mentioned you wanted to write, or some more cute shippy stuff! Just give me more Winged Multi verse content, please, I'm begging! WE HAVE STARVED OF THIS CONTENT FOR TOO LONG, PEOPLE!! PLEASE GIVE US AT LEAST ONE THING!🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

Idk if I can say soon, because school and life be kickin my ass rn and my only focus is wip chaps rather than starting something new, BUT.

I haven’t abandoned Winged, by any means! I have a lot of plans for it, it’s just that a lot of them are… pretty vague. Hence why starting anything is a little too overwhelming rn lmfao. I hope to get around to it again when summer break hits this next week (〜￣▽￣)〜

Though, because it has been a long time… mayhaps I can spill some of the ideas I have written down for future fics, and also leave open an opportunity to throw more ideas at me! Some shorter fics might be nice to focus on for once while my brain wraps around Violet part 3 and LAN oof.

So if that interests anyone huehuehue:

- My main focus rn is fleshing out Lust’s story, actually. Lil fluffy LustBerry fic, probably, with a splash of hurt/comfort lmao.

- I do have a plan for the UT crew finding out about Resets, explained that here

- I would love to do something with Razz and King or other secondary characters of the series, ngl. I know I’ve been toying with how to get the Bad Time Trio together somehow (not like, for a fight or anything, just for funsies lmao), but idk! Kinda jumping all around there XD

- Past Dreamtale fic! Some Vantablack, maybe Dream angst huehue

- Also had a vague idea for Dream coming out of his stone prison but again, smol, not thought out much. I wasn’t sure if it would fit better as a stand alone or added to something so I’ve been holding off.

- … That Horror idea is very wonky but I really wanna do something with him. I might figure out some way to work it XD

- The most fleshed out plot I have rn is the main one with Nightmare’s reluctant scheming, but obviously, I cannot say much there. It’s more of an issue of actually writing it than it is of any planning. Cuz hoo boi have I got plans for him muhahahah. I have talked about it all to one friend on discord, so have the meme I tortured them with for now :D

As you can see, most I have is a lot of puzzle pieces and nothing to attach them to lmao! Even so, I do love where this series has gone, and I do wanna continue it. I won’t make any promises, because it all depends on how my IRL stuff goes, but maybe I’ll make a little ficlet book for shorter takes on the winged bois! I will not promise that I’ll write every story idea everyone gives me, cuz I doubt I’ll write anything I just generally don’t vibe with, but hey, the options there, why not.

Maybe it’ll be nice, maybe I’ll regret everything I said by tomorrow morning, who knows! Guess we’ll find out later ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

[ladyofthenoodle]

Not an ask but kind of a rant idk

We all know how Gabriel is like “he’s fine he’s an Agreste

Yet Gabriel cried by Emelies coffin thingy but Adrien feels like he can’t cry in his own home (he literally had to cry in a public park probably because of Gabriel’s toxic masculinity

Adrien has to bottle everything up because hes not allowed to cry but apparently Gabriel is allowed to??

Like he’s 14 and he’s got the weight of Paris on his back please just let the kid cry

Anyways I hope we get an it’s ok to cry thing with him in season 5 like I know it’s not gunna solve his problems but he just needs to it’s exhausting just watching him pretending he’s ok all the time

He’s constantly shut down by the one he loves, he’s trapped being perfect 24/7, ladybug leaves him out of everything, he’s probably gunna find out he killed everyone in Paris as Chat blanc

Please just let him express his emotions Thomas im begging 🙏

what else do we expect from a man whose superpower is quite literally “take advantage of other’s emotions for your own gain.” from gabriel’s perspective all emotions are exploitable weaknesses except for his own, because he is the exploiter. so in some twisted way he must think he’s helping adrien. maybe cause deep down he knows he would exploit adrien too if it came down to it.

im not gonna touch the him constantly being shut down and left out of things because i don’t think that’s the case esp after strike back but boy does he deserve a good cry. the thing is tho that he DOES express his emotions in season 4 but he always, always does it alone. it’s not just that he needs a good cry but he needs to be able to cry in front of people that will let him cry, that will tell him he’s valid and right and they hate seeing him sad but they’re here no matter what and let him drip snot onto their shirts. and his friends would do that if he let them but it’s so deeply ingrained for him to keep those things private that he doesn’t 😭😭😭

please let adrien get some proper hurt/comfort in season 5 🙏