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[guakamoleboi]

Some sketches I made today during classes hehe

I didn't had to take notes, so I was sketching for 2 whole hours lol

[velvemirabilis]

An honorable mention to my love in mixing unmixable stuff: warrior cats x mortal kombat 1 crossover [referencing wrecking ball by mother mother] JUST BECAUSE I CAN~

Actually, if I had more time, I'd like to make a whole mk1 roster

[lemnnshark]

Foggy is a "long-furred, pale ginger kit with a paler muzzle and green eyes."

Ivy is a "long-furred, tortoiseshell-and-white kit with yellow eyes."

Sunny is a "short-furred dark ginger-and-white kit with amber eyes"

These are Sol's siblings, you can find their names here

[peanut-with-wifi-access]

hm lykoi kitty monkies

[base by lilliepaws on deviantart]

@nic-liveblogs you wanna see kitties by any chance?

[extremesmarts]

an au me and my friend made ... they're warrior cats.......

wukong's warrior cat name is sunstone, and mk is named sunpaw (warrior name being sunsight!!)

i forgot macaque's name so i just been calling him macat.

[alollinglaughingcat]

fuck you *warrior cat-ifies ur gay lego monkies*

i dont know why they were so easy to turn into warrior cats. truly it should not have been this easy. and yet... i already have an entire fucking plotline in my brain, ugh

blame this line: “Have you been running around with OTHER MENTORS?!” (vid linked)

yep! it’s Lego Monkie Kid but as Warrior Cats! i feel like their warrior names are pretty self explanatory lmao (Monkey King + Sun Wukong; shadow monkey + Six-Eared Macaque). but wait, you scream, MKpaw???? thats not a warrior name!!!

simpletons. in this AU, the legendary clans are distant history, long forgotten tales told to kits. so then why do they have warrior names? because Wukong (Monkeysun) and Macaque (Shadowear) were both born into the clans, and remain one of the few survivors of it. MK is a kittypet (or stray cat) who is enraptured by the tales of clancats that his friend-slash-father-figure Tang tells him. said stories involve a certain “long-tailed cat” named Monkeysun, the warrior who “stole the stars” and “lived forever.”

yep! Monkeysun stole the stars. Literally. Because in LMK everything is literal. Well, literal-ish. By stars, I mean the powers of StarClan granting lives. That’s how Monkeysun gained immortality in this AU - instead of stealing peaches, wine, and pills, he broke the Moonpool and granted himself a million lives. of course, this meant leaders could no longer gain their nine lives, and, understandably, many cats were upset, so of course, using what power they had left, the leader of StarClan (the Jade Emperor) buried Monkeypaw (he was an apprentice at the time) underneath the earth, in the tunnels, where he would roam and starve forever until all of his lives were gone.

course, that didnt happen, and Monkeypaw was freed to journey alongside the monk Tripitaki, who would be like a guardian cat or Sisters equivalent I suppose, and he and the other gang would partake in a journey to the west/sundrown place to find Buddha (a Rock or Midnight equivalent figure). why do the take the journey in this AU? honestly idk lmao.

anyway! what about Shadowear?? well, Monkeysun (who earns that name from Tripitaki) kills him when Shadowear attempts to kill Tripitaki, but! Even tho the power of the stars are gone, the Dark Forest still lurks, and the Lady Bone Demon (prob called Bonestar, formerly Bonelily or smthn) uses her powers to give Shadowear a life, resurrecting him, so long as he follows her rules...

similarly, the Mayor is able to possess cats like Ashfur, and wants to grant the power to his Lady but he needs to free her first, which is Shadowear’s purpose (it’ll have something to do with the Moonpool probably)

so flash forward to the present and MK finds Monkeysun’s stick (bcus of COURSE its a stick in this au lmao) and becomes his apprentice, training in the way of the warriors. Mei, ofc, joins him, and Pigsy is against it, while Tang is in awe. And Sandy’s supportive but wary with his own dark history (coughgangcatcoughBloodClancough). also yep Pigsy, Tang, and Sandy are still reincarnations, and Mei has the “dragon” ancestry still (the Samadhi fire stuff i dont have figured out yet, though it might be some magic Moonpool stuff instead maybe - oh also Nezha is the guardian of the Moonpool now, and maybe Chang’e is the guardian of the Moonstone? and DBK lives in the mountains and therefore guards the Tribe’s magic cave thing?)

also here’s some warrior names that wouldnt technically be canon to this au:

Pigsy -> Pigflower (why flower? because he cooks, and flowers are like herbs)

Pigsy’s first life/Zhu Bajie -> Boarbelly (bcus he eats people)

Sandy -> Bluesand (do i need to explain this one? not sure what JTTW Sandy/Sha Wujing’s name would be tho)

Tang -> Goldenshine or Brightshine or similar (once again not sure what his OG/Tripitaki’s name would be - maybe Goldensun to parallel Monkeysun?)

Mei -> Dragonblaze (”but Dragon isn’t-” FINE, Lizardblaze)

Ao Lie/White Horse Dragon -> ...Whitehorse? or Whiteflash

Demon Bull King -> Bullfang

Princess Iron Fan -> Windstorm, Windstream, Windbreeze, Breezestorm, etc.

Red Son -> Redflame

Nezha -> Ringfire, Lotusfire or Lotusheart

[runa-falls]

cocktails

gif from @pirateherokillian

pairing: jake lockley x shy!reader

summary: you finally gain enough courage to make a move on your best friend

cw: explicit (18+), dub-con (reader is tipsy), afab!reader, dry humping to piv pipeline, fingering, multiple orgasms, longing/pining losers, love (?), push-over!jake, needy!reader, 'just the tip' is never just the tip, alcohol consumption, pet names, daddy kink, creampie, fluff :3 -- not beta-read

wc: 5.1k

a/n: pls, it was never supposed to be this long. i'm sorry for taking FOREVER to write this. anyways, this is based off my blabbering in discord -- i dedicate this to my whores (affectionate) <3

mk masterlist | main masterlist

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You don’t drink. 

At least not in front of Jake. 

Alcohol makes you…indulgent, to say the least, and that’s a side you’ve been holding back from your best friend. 

Yes, you’ve had a drink or two at some group hangouts in the past, but this, you, Jake, and a few bottles of gifted wine, surprisingly has never happened in the past. You’ve made sure of it.

What almost makes it worse is that Jake’s always been a sweetheart about your choices to avoid drinking around him. After your first few bouts of excuses and timid declines, he doesn’t pressure you to keep up with him when he’s knocking back shots or drinking pitchers of beer. 

Whenever your other friends press another drink into your hand, he subtly takes it for you, drinking it in large gulps before returning the glass from your hand. And when he pulls away, his fingers always find a way to graze against yours. Thankfully the bars are usually dimly lit so he can’t see the blush heating at your cheeks. 

He doesn’t realize it’s because of him. He’s the reason bartenders give you weird looks when you ask for watered-down vodka cranberries or why you’re always the last one standing in your friend group whenever you go out. This restraint around alcohol has gone on for years all because you harbor an intense attraction for your best friend. 

It didn’t start that way. He crashed into your quiet life and obliterated the dynamics of your friend group. When you first met him, you thought his cocky and blasé attitude was overcompensating for something.

He’s always been a natural sweet talker, not afraid to approach people and get what he wants, but it seemed too good to be true. He’s too charismatic, too interested in the dull life you live, how did he dig out a hole and place himself so easily in your life?

Easily, too easily, you fell for his sweet words, words that would inevitably draw you into his orbit and leave you hanging off of every syllable. 

You learned that no matter what he says, or does, he’s just being friendly. He’s just like that with everyone. It means nothing when he gives you a cheeky grin from across the bar or when he consistently insists on walking you home at night. Sure, he might stick closer to your side than anyone else's, but it’s just because you’re best friends. Right?

Of course, girls have tried and failed to lock down your best friend, misinterpreting his outgoing personality as him propositioning them. And they always come to you – whining over his lack of interest, the sudden and unexpected rejection of their advances, and grappling for any advice from his girl best friend. 

“He’s single, isn’t he?” The words are said over the thin rim of a martini glass. She glances over at you with hopeful eyes framed by beautifully dark lashes. 

You barely knew the girl’s name, but she offered to buy you a drink (a shirley temple) so you stayed for the conversation, however, you weren’t expecting the topic to circle back to Jake. But after watching her down a couple of martinis, gushing more and more about the man you’ve been pining after for an eon, you felt too bad to leave her. 

“Um…as far as I know.” It’s a little uncomfortable, talking about Jake like you’re his keeper.

“Then – then why won’t he go out – or even hook up with me?” Her voice has gotten louder with the exasperation of her inquiries. You look around at the bar, hoping she can keep it together before you’re kicked out for causing a ruckus. 

“Look, I don’t know if I’m the best –”

“But you’re his best friend, right?”

“Yes, but –”

“What’s his type?”

His type?

God, you wish you knew. It would make things a lot easier for yourself (and the world). But you genuinely don’t know. You’ve never seen him with a girl. Sure, he could be hooking up on the side, but why would he tell you?

You look down at your glass. All that’s left is ice, melting into an amalgam of pink-tinted liquid around the one maraschino cherry you refuse to eat. 

“I don’t know.” You mumble.

—

You’re already through a bottle and a half, lounging comfortably on the overstuffed couch in your living room. Something is playing on the TV but it’s all a blur behind the feeling of his thigh pressing against yours. 

Jake has never been afraid of showing his affection through physical means, whether it’s greeting ladies with a friendly peck on the cheek or ruffling one of the guy’s hair when he goes by. It’s natural to him. Casual.

But with you, he’s mostly hands-off. 

It’s not that you deign to feel his touch, to feel the scratchiness of his whiskers rub against the edge of your hairline, or lower against the sensitive skin of your throat, you just can’t control your reactions when he does it. Even the light touch of his hand against your lower back when he guides you has you standing straighter. 

He noticed your strong reactions to him and backed off, assuming you were uncomfortable or unused to friendly touches. And it was fine until you would do anything to feel him against you again, just one more time. It’s desperate, really, but you don’t really care when he looks at you with those cocoa-butter eyes. 

And now, he’s closer than ever but still hands-off. He politely sits next to you, one arm slung over the back of the couch and the other in his lap. But not touching you. 

He’s been making commentary about the dumb hallmark movie you impulsively rented, pointing out all the unrealistic plot conveniences and bright red flags that the main character blatantly ignores. He seems relaxed. 

You aren’t.

Two stained wine glasses sit on the coffee table, dangerously close to the edge, still holding a sip of liquid. You can barely make out the intricate print of his lips on the edge of the cup, highlighted by the brightness of the hallmark snow scene. 

You want so badly to steal the glass away and lick up the residual bitter-sweetness of the wine that’s touched his lips. To taste him, even indirectly. Or directly. Lick the sweetness straight from the source, tongue intermingling with him as he takes just as much from you. You feel yourself pulse from that image alone.

“Bunny?” Heat prickles against the back of your neck as you realize how far away your brain is, thinking such filthy and depraved thoughts of the man who is sitting right next to you. 

He dotes on you like a person would their favorite pet cat. He calls you pet names, ones that make you bite your tongue and hide your face in your hands. Bunny was the first one and the one he uses the most. 

It came out of nowhere, really. You were both at a small house party and Jake convinced you to join his team in a game of beer pong. You were still a bit nervous around him, still surprised when he’d seek you out for a conversation or to get your opinion on something entirely irrelevant. 

You told him upfront that your hand-eye coordination leaves much to be desired, but he was determined to teach you. The first few throws were pitiful, so pitiful, in fact, that the other team gave you a freebie to make up for it. 

“Here, lemme give you a hand.” You couldn’t even react before he was sidled behind you, his chest nearly flush against your shoulder as his hand wrapped around your wrist. Your body is frozen, soaking in the overwhelming closeness.

You can barely decipher the individual cups of beer with his voice low behind your ear as he directs you, “Keep it right….there” He lets go of your arm and you already miss his touch, “and put a little more power into your throw.” 

He steps back, giving you space to take a breath and refocus. 

You throw it, more mechanical than you would’ve liked, but it – miraculously – goes in. 

Immediately you turn around to get his reaction, the praise that you secretly crave from a man you barely know. 

He grins down at you, “You’re a natural, bunny.” 

And the nickname stuck.

You look over at him, lazily blinking up to meet his fond gaze, “Hm?” You feel all fuzzy inside, overexcited yet pinned down by the unexplainable need to stay close to him. 

He smirks down at you, arm subtly lowering to barely touch the back of your head, “What’cha thinkin’ about, sweetheart?” You try to lean into the feeling of his arm, hoping that if you ease into it, he won’t notice. “You had this… faraway look in your eyes for a moment.”

Oh, he noticed. But there’s no way he knows what you were thinking, right? A flash of embarrassment stings hot in your cheeks. You don’t think when you shyly nuzzle your face into his bicep to avoid his curious eyes, “I think I just zoned out or something.”

He hums, “You tired?” You turn your face to look at him, cheek resting against him. God, he smells so good. You never want to move from this spot. “Want me to tuck you in?” His voice coos teasingly, but you soak in the sweetness of it. He can be so soft sometimes.

Scrambled words echo in your mind: But if you go to bed, you’ll leave. You’ll take your arm out from under me and leave me here to think about you, all alone. Why can’t you just – Your thoughts quickly dissipate when he pulls you closer to him, hand at your waist to press your body against his.

Your hand presses delicately against his chest in surprise and you can barely feel the soft thrum of his heartbeat underneath the firmness of his muscles.

You softly shake your head, “Not tired.”

“Sure, baby.” 

Baby. 

That’s new. 

Your thighs involuntarily press together with how good it sounds coming from his lips. Directed at you. Somehow, even with all the pet names he’s given you throughout the span of your friendship, this one hits home.

He says it with the casualness of a boyfriend and tenderness of a lover. You can almost feel him panting it against the crook of your neck as he pushes inside of you, hand clutching yours as his hips roll perfectly against yours. 

You don’t even realize your legs are rubbing together like a cricket at dusk until a warm hand wraps around the top of your thigh. He pulls them apart, spreading your legs like you’ve always dreamed he would. Despite the suggestive position, you still whine at the loss of friction, thoughtlessly fighting against the insisting tug of his hand.

He hushes you gently, a soft tone barely easing your frustration. You latch your fingers onto his wrist, attempting to guide him to the spot that you really need him to touch, but he barely budges. His grip on your thigh tightens when his name drips brokenly from your lips. 

“J-Jake…” 

“Sweetheart, stop.”

“But –”

“Please.” Jake looks down at you with a pained expression, all past chivalry betrayed by the darkness pooled in his eyes.

You look up at him with misty eyes and flushed skin, innocence in the palm of his hand. “I need you.” You bite your lip at your admission, stained red from the wine, and he can’t take his eyes off of you. You pull at him again and this time he lets you. Both of you look down as his hand cups you over your shorts.

“You’re too drunk right now.” The whispered attempt of resistance falls on deaf ears as you arch your hips into his touch. Neither of you notice that the movie ended, leaving you in a silence where only the exchange of breathless pants can be heard. 

“Touch me.” You whine, desperate for anything. Desperate just to be accepted by him.

His gaze briefly flicks up from where he’s touching to regard your eagerness with half-lidded eyes. He shakes his head and looks away like he’s looking for answers on the blank wall next to him. “I…shouldn’t.” 

You start to panic when you feel his hand pull away. It can’t end like this. You hold onto his wrist when a particularly needy idea pops into your mind. If he doesn’t want to ‘defile’ you, then fine. You’ll do it yourself.

“I…c-could i just rub myself against you?” You berate yourself for sounding so meek, so unsure, but you’ve never done anything like this before, never had to take control of the situation. “Like, if you don’t want to…um, touch me.” He looks at you wordlessly, gorgeous lips parted at your suggestion.

His tongue brushes over his bottom lip, “I– Okay, sure…” 

With his permission, you push up against the couch to get up and straddle over him. Clearly, he wasn’t expecting it with how his hands barely hover over your body like he’s unsure whether he wants to pull you closer or shove you off his lap. “Is this okay?” 

“Yeah.” He sounds strained, “But just for a little bit, alright?” 

“Ok.” You promise though you’re sure that once you get a taste, you’ll never want to stop. You have to make this good for him so he’ll want you back.

You settle against him, body thrumming with anticipation when your clothed cunt meets the prominent hardness under his jeans. So he does want it. His hands clasp onto your waist when you start to move over him, hips experimentally rolling against his.

Jake watches you move over him with a look of deep hunger and awe. It’s endearing how shy you are, even now grinding on his lap. Your movements are clumsy – unpracticed as you desperately try to chase that spark that’ll satisfy the heat buried deep down inside of you. 

“That good, baby?” 

You nod, mewling quietly as the seam of his jeans drags perfectly against your clit. Pleasure pools in your stomach, nudging you closer and closer to the edge. You hold onto his shoulders as you work yourself over him, panting from your effort. He starts to cant his hips upwards to meet your thrusts, pressing his erection roughly against your core to show you just how much he wants you. 

All you can think of is how good it would feel to have him bare against you, skin to skin. When you meet your peak, body hot and trembling as you rub against him, the end never comes. It’s not enough. You’re just left teetering at the top with no drop in sight.

You huff, “Jake, can I – just…please.” You let your hands drop from his shoulders to start working on his belt.

“What is it bunny, what do you need?” He looks so good under you with his wrinkled shirt unbuttoned just so to give you a peak of his collarbone and the newly open belt hanging from the loops in his tight jeans. You undo the button, fingers briefly fumbling as your knuckle brushes against his bulge.

“Just need to feel you.” You paw at the waist of his pants, trying to subtly indicate that you need his help to take them off. But he sits there and smiles sweetly at your frustrated huffs. 

“And what about me?” He says in a teasing drawl. He drags you closer to him and cups your face until your lips nearly meet yours. He’s so close that you can make out the light dusting of freckles that grace his nose and cheeks. Amber eyes bore into yours as he whispers, “You’re using my body and haven’t even given me a kiss yet.”

“Oh.” Your gaze drops to his lips, “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, baby.” He leans in, “just kiss me.” Your eyes flutter close when you meet the softness of his lips. You immediately melt into the gentle caress of his hand on your jaw with a sigh as he desperately keeps you close. 

Jake groans, drinking in the sweetness of your lips, a taste of pure heaven melting on the tip of his tongue, before hungrily deepening the kiss. He licks against the seam of your mouth, begging you to open yourself up to him. You surrender yourself to him, letting him slide in and taste you from the inside out. 

Your hands move up from his shoulders to his soft curls, tugging eagerly in an attempt to hear the soft groan that rumbles in his chest. He nips at your bottom lip, suckling it until it’s pink and tender, wanting to leave a mark so you’ll always think of him. He can’t help but press against you when you whimper for him, grinding eagerly against your center, wishing he was inside of you instead.  

“Just the tip.” You mumble it against his lips. He’s too far gone to clearly hear what you said, lost in a thick fog of awe, lust, and…love. At his silence, you pull away to look at him, scared you’re asking for too much. “Jake.” He nods thoughtlessly, chasing your lips, already missing your taste. He almost whines when you pull away from his touch, but quickly comes back to reality when he sees the way you’re nervously looking at him. 

He squeezes your waist comfortingly, “Anything you want, bunny.” You smile at the pet name and gratefully peck his lips. He tries to deepen the kiss, hand already pressing against the back of your head, but you cheekily pull away before he gets too far. You stand up, ignoring his objections and clingy touches as you get off of his lap. 

You fluidly slip your shirt over your head before carelessly dropping it to the floor behind you. There’s fire in his eyes as he sits back on the couch and watches you reveal the cute bra that cups you so perfectly. You tease the edge of your waistband as you look down at him, “Off, please.” You gesture at his jeans. He follows your directions, quickly shimmying his pants off, eyes on you the whole time.

You follow him, tugging your shorts off to show him the matching panties. You squeak when warm hands abruptly pull you to the couch, eagerly wandering over your waist and hips as he buries his face against your neck. 

“Can’t help it, baby,” His touch drifts up to cup the underside of your tits, trailing carefully over the curve to memorize the shape of you. “You’re just so fucking pretty.” He groans hot and heavy against your neck as he squeezes your softness. 

You’re back on top of him, naked thighs draped over his, skin against skin, and now, you can feel all of him. He’s pressed so deliciously against your core, pulsing with pure desire and heat. The only thing separating the two of you is fading self-control and a pair of thin panties.

His mustache tickles against your throat as his lips drift over your pulse point. He presses heady kisses against the edge of your jaw, gauging where your most tender spots are. 

“Oh–!” Your thighs clench around him when he touches a particularly delicate area near your ear. He gently nips at the spot, holding you tighter when you moan at the feeling.

Jake lets out a broken groan when you reach between your bodies and take him into your hand. He tries to continue giving your body loving attention with his lips, but his kisses get messy, dragging lazily over your shoulder and collarbone, with how distracted he is by your touch. He has to pull away for a breather and hold himself back from thrusting into your fist when you squeeze him teasingly at the base. 

“Bunny…” You both look down and watch as your smaller hand slowly strokes him. His cock is flush with need, leaking so prettily as you try your hardest to make it good for him. You slip your other hand under his shirt, running your fingers against his coarse happy trail to his rippling muscles. The couch groans next to you as he harshly grips the arm, barely holding himself back with white knuckles. “Oh, f-fuck.” His body stiffens under you as you brush your thumb against the sensitive underside of the tip. 

You tenderly massage the spot, watching in awe as he continues to spill over your fingers, making a mess that drips onto your inner thighs and the edge of his shirt. He groans at the sight, his cock throbbing desperately in your hold.

As beads of white paint your fingers, your mouth waters just thinking about how he tastes. You feel ravenous to see him cum, to watch how easily you can ruin him. “H-hold on, cariño. Give me a second.” Jake chokes out. His hips stutter under you before he pulls your hand away.

"Whyy." You whine, pouting up at him with starry eyes. You reach for him again with the hand he isn’t holding onto, brushing your fingers against his sensitive cock. He shudders for you with a broken groan. 

“I'm close-- just – stop for a moment –” Both hands are pinned to your side as Jake’s chest heaves under his shirt. He rests his head back against the couch, eyes closed as he struggles to hold himself back. 

“But…I want you to.”

“I know, baby,” He lifts his head, dark eyes boring into yours, and pulls your hands behind you. You squirm in his lap, back arching at the position, suddenly remembering your own desperation. It feels good to be bound by his hands, to let him do whatever he wants to your body. “But I don’t wanna finish if it isn’t in you.” 

Your face heats in embarrassment. “Oh.” 

Jake picks up on your sudden shyness immediately. 

“You like that, don’t you, bunny?” He smirks, “The thought of me filling you up, then dripping out of you?”

You bite your lip, “A little bit.”

“A little, hm?” He ponders, “Well why don’t we try it out and see.” Your thighs clench around him at the idea.

“Ok.”

“Sit up, let me see how wet you are.” He helps you raise yourself on your knees so you’re hovering over his lap. Letting go of your wrists, he drags his thumb against your clothed cunt; The fabric has a darkened splotch along your opening, teasing him with evidence of your lust. “Aw, sweetheart, you’re soaked…” He nudges your panties to the side, slipping his fingers against your wet opening. “Gonna ruin these pretty little panties, hm?” You nod wordlessly, hips desperately pushing against his touch.

He gently slides against your dripping entrance, making a mess of your cunt with teasing circling motions. Wet, decadent sounds fill the limited space between you as his fingers prod ever so slightly against the spot where you need him most.  A helpless sound is pushed out of you when he finally eases two fingers inside of you.

“Is that good, bunny?” He coos as he slowly fucks his fingers into you. It’s only his fingers, but he’s already filling you up so deliciously. His dark eyes are hungrily locked on how he fills you up over and over again, slick dripping down his knuckles and over his palm. “Hm?” 

You nod again, brain foggy with pleasure. “Yes, J–” You can barely get a word out when he curls his fingers up, pressing so sweetly and deep against the sensitive walls of your cunt. You have to stop yourself from wrapping your legs around his wrist, it feels so good. “Uh–!” You almost fall over and have to hold onto his shoulders for support as he begins to speed up. 

“That’s it, baby…” Your grip on his shoulders tightens as he rapidly presses against your g-spot. You’re already hurdling towards the edge and he can feel it with how you start to clench around his fingers. “Make a mess of my hand..” Within a handful of thrusts, you’re gasping out with pleasure, your thighs shaking over him. He takes his hand away and holds you against him to keep you sitting upright as your body is overtaken with euphoria. You pant against his shoulder, trying to gather your senses. 

You can feel him under you, hard and wanting, throbbing as you whimper and arch against him, letting the pleasure work through your body. Even when you’re barely coming down from an orgasm, you’re still longing to be filled with something more. But he ignores his own needs, instead focusing on you, softly pecking the top of your head and rubbing comforting circles against your arms. 

You lift your head from his chest to look at him, taking in his flushed cheeks and dark eyes. Jake stares right back, unabashedly, in awe. “You’re so good to me, bunny.” You shiver at the praise. At the comfort. You shyly divert your eyes to stare at the marks you’ve left on his shoulders. 

“Only for you, Jake.” You don’t see it, but his lips lift into a small smile at your words. 

His hands drift down from your arms to hold you by the waist. “Only for me.” He echos, solidifying the statement. 

You gasp when he suddenly presses you down against his cock. Looking back up at him, he meets your wide eyes with a mischievous grin, hips rolling teasingly against yours. “And I’m all yours.” You position yourself over him all while keeping eye contact, wanting to drink in every microexpression on his face. 

“Yes.” You both sigh as he barely brushes against your wet opening. He takes a deep breath, clutching your hips as you begin your descent.

Your body slowly manages to swallow the first inch of him. And – oh – it’s so much better than you expected. He stretches you so fully, even barely inside of you, filling you exactly how you need him to. 

You let out a strained whimper from the back of your throat as you slowly lower yourself onto his lap. You whine as your body desperately clenches and stretches to accommodate him inside of you. His hold on your hips tightens as your thighs meet his, now fully impaled by his hard cock.  

“I thought it was ‘just the tip’.” Jake tries to tease, his deep voice gravelly with lust, but it comes out as more of a groan than a taunt.

You slowly shake your head, body trembling as you get used to the feeling of him inside of you. 

“You said you’re all mine, daddy.” The words practically melt from your lips, lethargic with heat. It catches him off guard. You moan, hips slowly moving over him to feel him deeper inside. “M-mine,” You repeat with a pant, so lost in desperation that you don’t even notice the way he’s looking at you, frozen in place. 

“I-I did say that, didn’t I?” He doesn’t know what else to say, brain overheating from your ministrations. You’ve never called him a pet name before, let alone used the word ‘daddy’ anywhere near him. You’ve always been a shy little bunny around him, always preciously out of reach, a tease to fantasize about, but now you’re wrapped around him, moaning beautifully destructive words. 

What really surprises him is the way he’s eagerly throbbing inside of you from that word. Desperate thoughts float in his mind: She wants me to take care of her, she needs me.

“Fuck me.” He groans to himself, willing his body to hold back from cumming inside of you right then and there. 

“P-please.” You beg with a broken voice, thinking he’s talking to you. Jake just nods understandingly and holds you closer with an arm wrapped around your torso, wanting to feel your whole body against his. He starts off slow, pressing up into your kneeling body with measured thrusts as he dots kisses along your neck and shoulders. You sigh something wistful before meeting his movements, eagerly lifting your hips against him. 

“God, bunny, you feel so good.” He can't help it, you’re all-encompassing like this, with your pretty little sighs and panted breaths, it’s everything he’s ever wanted, so he starts to speed up, projecting his desperation into his actions. Your back arches at the change of pace as he pumps into you, and it only makes him feel deeper. “So tight around me.” He pushes against your front wall on every thrust and you swear it makes you see stars. 

Your clit inevitably rubs against him as your bodies move with each other and it takes your pleasure to another level. You’re sure the sounds you’re making verge on embarrassing, but he seems to eat them up anyway. “Ah, right there--! Jake –”

“No, bunny,” He grits out, “It’s daddy.”

You whimper, “Daddy – ” He feels you flutter deliciously around him as your head begins to lull backward. He groans as your cunt sucks him deep inside, desperately milking his cock as you’re seized by ecstasy.

“Fucking take it, sweetheart.” 

“I-I think m’gonna…” Your eyes roll back before you can finish your sentence and white fills your vision. You let out a keening sound as you gush over him, thighs clenched around his as your second high moves through you. 

His eyes squeeze shut as he gives in and starts fucking you at a punishing pace. Your mouth drops open around an empty moan. You can only hold onto him as he takes what he wants from your body, intensifying your orgasm with sloppy thrusts. With a few more upward pushes, he lets out a breathy grunt and finishes inside of you, painting your walls with his warmth. 

You both stay in this position for a little longer. 

You can feel Jake’s heart beat rapidly against your chest as you cuddle against him. He’s still recovering from the onslaught of sensations and emotions. Both of you are sticky with sweat and slick, but neither of you care. His cock is still inside of you, keeping his cum locked inside as you dutifully warm him with your cunt. 

“Such a pretty girl…” He croons, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. He looks down at you with such sincerity in his eyes, that it’s almost overwhelming. You bite your lip nervously at the compliment and attempt to look away, but before you can, he’s tilting your face up with the light touch of a finger, “Really? You’re gonna act all shy with my cock still in you?”

His words only make you squirm on top of him. He nearly chokes at the accidental stimulation. 

“You can’t just say stuff like that.” Your voice is small and cute.

“Then how am I supposed to fluster my girl?” 

Your eyes widen. His girl? 

“Your girl?”

“My girl.” He hums with a small smile before placing a soft kiss on your lips.

[soft-girl-musings]

Stranger Danger

Steven Grant x Fem!Reader

cross-posted to ao3

MK Spring Bingo entry #5

tags: reader is being stalked & responds in a way the author (a woman) has been taught to, emotional protector steven grant to the rescue, no use of y/n

wc: 1,138

fic summary: There's safety in numbers, do you want mine? (too soon?)

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“Oops, careful!”

Steven drops the last of his veggie wrap as a pair of kids rush past the bench he’d been hunched over. As he picks up the debris, he sees where one of them dropped their hat. He picks it up and half-jogs after them to return it.

“Gotta stay aware of our surroundings, yeah? Don’t want to lose our valuables.” The kid rolls their eyes but thanks him before running off to catch up with their friend.

“Oh my gosh, hi!”

Steven turns around to find you walking swiftly toward him, your smile too wide and tone too familiar.

He’s never seen you before.

“... hello,” he answers cautiously, taking one step back but failing to put much distance between the two of you. You practically cling to his side when you approach, takeaway cup and phone in hand.

“Sorry I’m late, but you are terrible at giving directions, mister.” Taking his arm, you begin to walk away from where you’d appeared.

This wouldn’t be the first time he’s forgotten conversations or plans. But as he racks his brain for something, anything tied to you in his memory, Steven notices the panic in your eyes and the slight waver in your voice.

Your hands shake a bit as you unlock your phone, passing your cup to him. He takes it, still bewildered but obedient. “I swear, the cafe never spells your name right. Let me make a note for next time.” You type swiftly, showing him the screen.

being followed, please pretend you're my boyfriend

Steven doesn’t know you.

But he nods, grasping your arm closer with his free hand and gives his most convincing grin. “Steven with a ‘V’, love.”

Relief instantly washes over your features and you relax a little. “Right. I’ll remember that… Steven.”

His smile grows before he remembers why you're holding onto him. “Do you want to sit down? Or go somewhere else, maybe I could call someone–”

“N-no, it’s fine. Let’s just sit. In plain sight,” you half-whisper. Steven nods, ushering you back to the bench in the middle of the busy square. When you sit, you don't let go of his arm.

Instead, you type into your phone as you speak. “Lovely weather we’re having, isn’t it?” Steven glaces at your notes app again.

do you see a man in a black jacket?

Steven scans the area, careful not to look too suspicious. Unlike the person he’s sure you’re referring to: a man in dark clothes, hands shoved into his pockets and rigid as he looks around with increasing urgency. His prominent frown grows when he sees Steven next to you.

“Yeah,” Steven says to both your questions. He looks away from the menacing figure, but sets your drink down and wraps his arm around you. He's glad to feel you settle into his side, still shaking but catching your breath.

“I take it you don’t know Mr. Black Jacket?”

“No, I do. Sort of. He’s a regular customer of mine,” you sigh. “One who doesn’t know how to take ‘no’ for an answer.”

“Ah.” Steven keeps the guy in his periphery, splitting his focus between him and you. “Stalker, then?”

You freeze up at the term. “Yeah… he’s been pretty relentless.” 

You meet his eyes, which are swiftly filling with concern. “Thanks again for… this. I usually find a mom or another woman to walk with me until he leaves, but I saw you with those kids and just… panicked, I guess.”

“S’not a problem, love.” Steven knocks your foot with his, drawing a small smile from you. “Glad to help you feel safe.”

You laugh a little. You let your gaze drift over to the man in black, an uneasy pit growing in your stomach when you briefly make eye contact.

“He usually goes away after a while. I've told the police, but they can't do anything unless he… you know.” Your brow furrows as your grip loosens. “I don't mean to take over your afternoon, but would you mind waiting with me?”

In that moment, you could have asked Steven for the moon and he'd find a way to lasso it down for you. 

He squeezes your hand. “‘Course I can. Lovely day with lovely company, quite the ideal afternoon in my books.” 

Steven dives right into talking about anything and everything that comes to mind– which, as you learn, is a lot. Normally he'd hit a wall after a few minutes, either because he'd realized he had talked himself in circles, or his less-than-captive audience was visibly zoned out. But you hang on his every word, grateful to be arm in arm with a stranger describing the supposed viscosity of ancient Egyptian embalming oil. It's a welcome distraction. 

So distracting, in fact, that after an hour you realize the crowd has thinned around you. With Mr. Black Jacket nowhere in sight.

“I think he's gone,” you sigh with relief. Steven stands when you do, handing your things back.

“Patience won out in the end,” he beams. You see a brief look of panic cross his features.

“He doesn't know where you live, does he? Do you need an escort?” Steven's already taken a ludicrously long lunch break, but the inevitable lecture from Donna would be worth it if it meant ensuring your safety.

You shake your head. “I've been careful.” Extending your hand, you smile. “It was nice to meet you, Steven with a ‘V’.”

“Likewise, love.” He shakes your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. Another look crosses his face before he continues.

“Do you want my mobile number?” His words come out too fast; if you hadn't spent the past hour listening to him, you might have missed what he said. “Just in case you need someone to wait with you again, or keep an eye out. Would that be alright?” He shakes his head, stepping back. “'Matter of fact, forget I said anything, don't want you to think you've traded one creep for another–”

“Sure.”

Your simple answer stops him in his tracks. “Oh, you don’t have to–”

“No, it’s fine. Really. When you offered, it felt nice to know someone could be in my corner on this side of town.”

You take out a scrap of paper and a pen from your bag. “How about this: you write it down, and I’ll add your contact if I ever need my knight in shining armor again.”

Steven concedes, pen and paper in hand as he scribbles his number down (then asks for a new paper in case the first was too illegible).

When you leave, he watches until you turn the corner. He goes the opposite direction, back to the museum. Part of him hopes you’ll never have to reach out, for your own sake. The rest of him hopes you do anyway.

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A/N: oh steven, the man that you are. a couple more bingo prompts will be focused on this dude, which is excellent practice for some exciting projects down the line...

as always, ty for reading <3

event tags: @moonknight-events @spacecowboyhotch @juneknight

addtl tags: @mrs-lockley @lunar-ghoulie @shadystarlightgentlemen @casa-boiardi @nerdieforpedro (lmk if you'd like to be added to/removed from this wee tag list)

[heartthrobin]

press your tulips to mine

steven grant x female!reader

wc: 4.6k

warnings: mutual pining, steven is a shy babygirl, marc playing wingman (but he's kinda terrible at it cause he's also falling in love), no jake (the crowd is booing), no khonshu, steven still works at the museum, post mk s1, no use of y/n

an: rewatched the whole of mk last night and needed to write about my dearest stevie :)) don't forget to repost to support your fav writers

summary: Steven's apartment has become overrun with more bouquets of flowers than any one man could ever find use for, but they would continue to pile up as long as the pretty girl at the flower shop continued to melt him with that syrupy smile each time he walked in.

Steven Grant had never given much thought to flowers.

Sure, he could offer a momentary appreciation for a flicker of yellow growing out the cracks in London sidewalks or maybe if he passed a house with a particularly impressive rose bush he could smile, but beyond that flowers remained mostly inconsequential.

Steven never had girlfriends in high school, or - to be frank - thereafter either.

He’d never had to pick out a bouquet, one that he would need to consider: does this match her eyes? will it match her dress? how does it smell?

In the face of discovering that he was unalone in the occupancy of his five foot nine frame and fighting in the name of an Egyptian moon-god, Steven had less time than ever to consider his frighteningly barren love life or the lack of interest in flowers on account of it.

Isn’t life funny? In the way that we look so far beyond ourselves for answers, when sometimes they’re just around the corner.

Specifically the corner one street over from the museum.

Steven had walked the path to work plenty of times. A designated route. In the days when he still worked at the gift shop, the same route now that he’d been bumped up to tour guide.

Until one otherwise unimportant morning when construction bound his usual way, forcing him a walk further around the block: adding another four minutes to his trip and a view of the quaint shops down Little Russel street.

He hadn’t been down there in months. His last venture had been in search of a pharmacy for sleeping tablets, when Khonshu was still a nightmare and Marc nothing more than a migraine.

Steven noticed first that the pharmacy no longer stood. In fact, the previously white brick face of it’s stand had been painted a lush lemonade-pink. The Petal Parlour.

Almost immediately, in just about the same breath, Steven’s eyes found a woman leaned over a broom and sweeping the edge of the shop step. She was humming, he could just make out a Stevie Wonder tune.

The morning light flickered off your hair as if off the face of a pond out in a beautiful garden. An elderly man passed your work, uttering a greeting, and you'd perked up with a melodic: "good morning Mr B!"

Steven's footfalls stalled down the sidewalk. A man crashed into his back, strewing the contents of his messenger bag around him. "Watch where you're going, asshole!" He'd seethed at him.

By the time Steven had looked up, you'd already retreated back into the shop. He could make out your outline through the stained glass front.

There hadn't been a day since that Steven had taken his normal, considerably shorter, route to work. He got up five minutes earlier each day, brushed his teeth, made a cup of tea and let the memory of you swim behind his eyes. He could hear Marc's sighs every time.

Most mornings you were inside. Steven would deflate when he rounded the block to an empty corner, but he refused to consider it a total loss because - more often than not - he could make out your figure beyond the window fiddling with petunias on a shelf or smiling at a customer.

Some mornings, when he found himself most lucky, you'd be outside the shop. Usually clipping stray leaves off the rows of bouquets that glimmered happily at the people passing down the street. When it rained, Steven was privy to the way your hair clung to your forehead and the smudge of black mascara beneath your eyes. In the sunlight your arms were exposed from under a pink work shirt and a soil-stained apron.

It went like that for nearly a month. Between Steven and Marc's alternating schedules, he learned to appreciate the slim sightings of you he could manage. Marc didn't make it any easier, mind you, with the way he would whine and complain into Steven's ear.

"Jesus, Steven, just go up to her and say hi!"

Once or twice, Marc had managed to gain control of Steven's legs: teetering him drunkenly in your direction.

The fright would rise quickly up in Steven's chest, steering his legs back in the direction he was walking. You'd looked up one of those times, meeting his eye and spilling out a soft laugh that dissolved into a syrupy smile, but he'd rushed off before you could say anything.

Steven's face stayed red that whole day. "See. That wasn't so bad, was it?" Marc jeered.

"That was mortifying." He muttered back.

The bus rocked beneath his feet and his palm was growing sweaty around the pole he was using to steady himself. Frost was creeping up at the edge of the window he was watching out of.

"Okay, so all you're going to do is go in there and ask for ... help with something." Marc clarified again, his voice echoing around Steven's head.

He'd been bugging Steven since he was brushing his teeth before bed the previous night, something about how "I can't handle any more of this, please Steven. Put me out of my misery."

"Help with what?" Steven whispered. A woman looked up at him from her seat. He smiled shyly, turning away from her.

"I don't know ... tell her you're looking to buy some roses. Tell her it's someone's birthday."

Steven nodded slowly to himself. "Okay ... okay."

Marc had worked hard over the last twelve hours at convincing him. The endeavour was initially futile, but after Marc threatened to go in there and ask her out himself with a - frankly insulting - cockney accent, Steven was left with limited options.

He rounded the corner with wobbly legs and The Petal Parlour loomed in the distance. A bunch of sunflowers taunted him with swaying faces.

It drew ever closer and Steven's heart was beating loudly in his throat. The pink brick was crossing his vision now, his footsteps growing heavier, faster, past the floral print on the window--

"Steven don't even think about it--"

Against Steven's will, his legs knotted around each other: collapsing his body in the direction of the white painted door. It crashed open and Marc, more than Steven, caught his body before it hit the tiled floor inside the shop.

"Oh my god, are you alright?"

The shop was cramped now that he'd gotten his first glimpse inside and the three people crowding the space had their eyes on him.

As if appearing from a mirage, you pressed past the people towards him. He nodded frantically, the scalding touch of embarrassment burned his cheeks. "Yeah, yeah ... I'm fine."

Your earrings jingled from where your head was tilted to inspect him. Ringed fingers pressed down over your soil-covered apron. "Okay then, if you're sure."

Your concerned brow dissolved slowly and that syrupy smile he'd seen pointed in other's directions was suddenly overwhelming him with it's warmth. "Well then, can I help you find anything? Are you looking for some arrangement in particular?"

Steven nodded dumbly, he was fidgeting with the edge of his coat. "Yeah ... I'm looking for, uhm..."

"Birthday!" Marc called from somewhere deep in his mind.

"Birthday!" Steven spluttered loudly. There followed a quiet moment of confusion dripping between you and him.

"Jesus, Steven."

Your giggles crumbled into the space before Steven had the ability to conjure more words.

"I-- I'm sorry, I'm being rude ..." Laugher spilt between your words and your cheeks were turning a soft pink, "you want something for a birthday?"

An embarrassed smile had reached up into the corners of Steven's mouth. He liked the tinkle of your laughter, half convinced he could get drunk off the sound. A molecule of pride floated in his chest knowing that he was responsible for it.

"Uh, yes. Sorry, yes." Steven nodded, fidgeting with the bag strap over his shoulder. "Someone's birthday."

"Well, we just gotten some new arrangements in this morning ..." You turned on him, steering across the little shop to a orange, yellow and pink stacked shelf. He followed you tentatively, trying to pretend that he didn't smell perfume where you moved past him. Pretend that it wasn't making his knees buckle.

"They're pretty." He said quietly. You smiled again. You're pretty, he thought.

"Focus!" Marc's sharp voice sliced through his thoughts.

"Who's birthday is it?"

Steven's tongue lodged back into his airways. "Uhm--"

"Oh shit ... uh, say--!"

"My girlfriend's."

"Not girlfriend, you idiot!"

"Oh, alright--" Your hands fidgeted with your necklace, eyes wide.

"My sister." Steven interrupted you again, the argument in his brain between his thoughts and Marc’s voice was rattling his resolve. "I ... not my girlfriend, I don't have ... I don't have a girlfriend."

"You don't have a sister either." Marc quipped.

Steven ignored him. You were watching him with another smile flirting at your lips. "Okay, well, do you know what kind of flowers she likes? Or have an idea of what you want?"

Steven shrugged, head wobbling into a shake. "Uh no ... what kind do you like?"

You seemed taken back by his question. "Oh. Well, I like the tulips. The yellow ones, especially, but they're tough to find around here ... they have tons in Netherlands and Turkey, which not many people know because everyone thinks of them--"

Steven was sure you could see the little birds floating around his head, and how his pupils turned to tiny black hearts: maybe that's why you stopped.

You blushed a velvety red.

"I'm sorry ..." you turned back, hiding your warm face to wave your hand over the shelf of stacked bouquets. "We have some orchids and some irises if you think she might like them?"

"Yes." Steven nodded, hands folding over each other. His eyes were trailing the outline of your profile, savouring the closeness he'd finally been granted. "Those ... they're beautiful. She'll like them."

Your eyes twinkled where you nodded and it made his stomach churn. "Great."

He lingered patiently by the register while you wrapped the flowers with careful hands.

"Say," your gaze flickered up between him and the brown paper. "Do you work around here? I'm sure I've seen you passing in the morning sometimes."

Steven's breath tripped in his throat. She noticed me?

"Yes, now answer her." Marc's voice rung again.

"I-- yeah, I work by the museum actually." His voice stumbled nervously from the back of his throat.

"Oh really? That's so cool!" Your voice lilted with a pitch of interest. "I really like their exhibit on the liberation of India from English colonial regimes. I've only been once or twice though."

Chest buzzing delightfully, Steven nodded. He knew the one you were referencing, it was a couple corridors down from the Egyptian exhibits.

"Well, you should definitely come see the Ancient Egyptian section. The exhibit is huge and we have hundred year old pieces, sarcophaguses and vases and slabs of cave walls with carved hieroglyphics. I work there and it's really the most fascinating--"

"Let her respond, Steven."

But you seemed content to allow him to continue his splurge, your eyes warm and gentle where it caressed over Steven's face. He stopped talking, winding off embarrassed.

"So, uh, yeah."

"You've made a very good case. Maybe I will come visit." You nodded, fingers stroking absently at the edge of the counter. "If you promise me a tour?"

Warm blood rose up from his chest and pooled in his cheeks. "Of course. Anytime."

You handed him the flowers over the stretch of counter. "I never caught your name?"

"Steven." He said quickly, dejection gathering in his throat at the fact that your interaction was nearing a close. "G-Grant. Steven Grant."

You nodded. "Nice name. It's very James Bond."

"Thanks."

"Ask her name!" Marc poked at the back of his brain.

"Uh-- and you are?"

"Oh!" your eyes fell down to your chest where the corner of your stained apron was obscuring the sharpened edge of your name-tag. You shifted it for him to see.

Steven's eyes followed over the letters, he tried your name out on his tongue. It tasted sweeter than he thought a name ever could, rolling off his lips like a song or a bird whistling on a summer evening.

"It's ... it's a beautiful name."

You blushed, eyes moving back to the keyboard for momentary solace before paralysing him with your warm gaze again. "Thank you. I guess I'll see you 'round Stevie."

His mind whirred with how casually the little nickname slipped from you. "Yeah, yeah you will ..."

Leaving the store, Marc called from between the sludge of Steven's muddy mind.

"Good job, Stevie."

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Steven was consumed by the interaction the whole rest of the day and when then next morning loomed overhead, he could hardly believe his luck when you were pinching together some lilacs out on the front step where he passed.

Half convinced by the nauseating twist in his stomach to just march quietly past, the decision was made for him when you glanced up from the flowers and offered him a friendly wave: “good morning, Stevie!”

His brain dissolved into a warm, gloopy mess. “… Morning.”

-

In the coming weeks, Steven’s apartment had become a botanical garden of epic proportions.

Vases and cups and pots, and whatever he could fit a flower into, lined his kitchen counters and his shelves and his bathroom sink with every possible kind of flower that The Petal Parlour had to offer.

Marc grumbled most days, in search of a coffee mug or apartment keys between what he described the “Amazon jungle in here.”

But Steven paid him little mind. It was a harmless jab and Steven noticed in the reflection of the shop’s stained glass window how Marc watched you too, eyes glazed with a soft affection. He mentioned nothing of it to Marc.

Steven had begun frequenting the shop when he could, on mornings he got up early enough or afternoons when the day’s work brought soil stains across your ruddy, tired cheeks.

He’d bought flowers for every possible celebration to be had in London, seemingly nabbing an invite to each one. Bat mitzvahs, birthdays, weddings, farewells, funerals: he’d bought bouquets for one of each kind.

Each visit would play out similarly. He’d step into the shop, maybe once a week or every other week - with Marc muttering somewhere in his mind, we’re hardly gonna be able afford groceries at this rate - and you’d beam at him from behind the counter or from beneath a brightly coloured shelf.

“What’s up, Stevie?”

The nickname made him shiver every time.

“Let me guess … Christmas in July?” You’d tease.

When he’d find you behind the counter, that was his favourite, because you’d lean lazily over it. It blessed him with the view down the slope of your nose, the smell of your fading perfume, the jingle of your clinking earrings.

“Baby shower.” It comes out almost as a question, curling upward at the end.

You’d giggle softly. “Right. Boy or girl?”

It had been long enough that Steven could just about draw out your work schedule.

Fridays you didn’t work, Sundays and Tuesdays you only clocked in the afternoon. He tracked it with the little greetings he got, or didn’t get, as he passed on the way to or from the museum.

“You know,” Marc was fronting an early morning in August, subjecting Steven to a cup of coffee. He hated the stale taste it left in his mouth. “We’re quickly approaching, if not already long surpassed, the point where you need to actually ask her on a date. You know that right?”

Steven remained quiet in the depths of Marc’s mind.

He stayed like that until Marc had cleaned out the mug and stuck a wet toothbrush into his mouth.

“Can I please just get ready for work now?” Steven muttered after nearly twenty minutes of silence.

Marc huffed, letting his eyes roll back and the toothbrush dangle from his lips.

Steven shook out his shoulders, Marc was always so tense. “Thank you.”

It was only when he’d passed the flower shop that he remembered that it was Friday. A group of school kids were expected at the museum around nine that morning.

He was almost grateful for your absence, it allowed him to wallow in Marc’s words for at least one more day. He should ask you out, god does he want to.

The day passed like most of them do.

The school children were rowdy and mostly impartial to the magnificent feats of Ancient Egyptian architecture, but he took another tour around two o’ clock with three couples and a family who were significantly, thankfully, more engaging.

Steven had just wrapped up the hour, on the tail end of explaining how do we know what hieroglyphics mean? to the man who’d asked, when a flitter of shifting fabric floated past the back of his head.

Emerging like a bottle-green wet dream, Steven's gaze found you drifting under the arch between rooms. Your eyes alight in searching, they caressed momentarily over each framed painting and encased ornate vase.

He'd never seen you in anything more than your tight pink work shirt, which - don't get it mistaken - did enough damage to his psyche on it's own, but he immediately knew he'd never recover from the little green dress that clung to your frame.

A square neckline reached past clinking necklaces, long sleeves brushed along your palm - a job Steven desperately wished was his own - and a ruffled edge that teased an upper expanse of thigh which he'd never before been gifted a view of ... and if you shifted just a little, bent just slightly over--

"Hey, thanks a lot. The tour was great."

The middle aged man's face reappeared into Steven's view: dirtied spectacles pressing down the edge of his sweating red nose.

Steven stuttered, eyes flickering between the man's face and your figure in the distance. "Y-Yeah, of course ... anytime, mate."

Your eyes found him, waving a hand.

Uninterested in letting the American tourists keep him from you any longer, Steven slipped past them towards your nearing frame.

"Stevie, hey." You beamed up at his face, hands playing with the strap of your bag: clearly unsure. "You-- well, it was my day off and I thought maybe I could take you up on that tour, but I just saw the board and it says you'd already finished your last one--"

"Hey, hey," Steven shook his head. "No, I'm ... I'm glad you came. I can take you if you'd still like, I'd love to show you around? It will be like a private tour."

He swore he could dissolve under the shine of the smile you gave him. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Oh—“ you started digging into the bag draped down over your shoulder. “That reminds me …”

Your hand emerged with a single white flower. It’s petals were wide with a barely there yellow dot in the centre.

“I thought it would match the jacket you always wear.” A hand reached out, tugging gently on the corner pocket of his grey trench coat and slipping the flower in so it stuck half out happily. “It’s a white daffodil. Nicked it last night before I closed up.”

Steven’s chest was clenching up with a tightness that felt like his last remaining decisions in this life were to either immediately faint, or kiss you until the oxygen deprivation lead him to faint anyways.

“I—“ His fingers caressed gently at the edge of it’s petal. “Thank you.”

“Give her a compliment, Steven.” Marc’s voice startled him. He was a rare presence when Steven was at work.

The idea prodded at Steven that maybe it was the sound of your voice that had drawn him out.

“You … you look beautiful, by the way.” Steven pressed out, “the dress, it’s — it’s very nice.”

With nervous hands at the edge of the skirt, your looked quickly between the dress and Steven's face. "Ugh, this old thing. Just thought it would be a good idea to get out of my work uniform for a bit."

"I agree ... a great idea." He nodded, "You wanna ... get started?"

"Of course."

Steven lead you over the same route that he walked three times a day, four times on weekends, but somehow still felt itchy between the rooms. He figured it had to do with you gaze pressing curiously over his face, it made his neck hot and he prayed you couldn't see it.

When he spoke, you leaned close into his frame: eyes flickering between his trembling lips and the artefacts he was describing.

"That's so cool ..." you'd whisper to yourself at different points, sometimes a "that's crazy" or a "that's kinda gross", and Steven was drinking in your reactions like a man parched.

The tour closed off at the spot it usually does, with the replica of the Rosetta's Stone near the West Exit. By then, the sun had already sunk behind the backdrop of summer London and Steven's nerves were downright shot.

Your perfume was sending him on a chemical high and he's sure Marc heard every one of his desperate thoughts about the way your fingers tightened around his arm when they'd bump past other visitors moving room to room.

With the dress swaying merrily at your sides, you recounted points of the tour with animated hands flying ahead of you.

"And the way they managed to get those tombs so far underground? Not to even mention the complex tunnelling systems, how much work that would actually take to figure out--"

The tiny birds had returned to flying in circles over Steven's head, Isn't She Lovely was playing absently from somewhere in the depths of his mind.

Your excited hands came to find your sides and you huffed yourself into silence.

Following beside him, Steven lead you two out under the arched gates towards the steps of the museum. The moon twinkled between streetlights, and Steven avoided its gaze. Like he could feel Khonshu’s presence over his shoulder.

“Well, I’m glad you enjoyed it.” He smiled at you, a smile that just about suffocated him.

“Enjoyed it?” You laughed. “It was amazing, I mean, you were amazing.”

He laughed softly too, but didn’t respond.

The silence was beginning to turn stale.

“Now is as good a time as it’s gonna get.” Marc pestered.

“Well I should—“ you pointed obviously over your shoulder, before finding the face of your wrist watch. “My bus will be leaving soon.”

Steven nodded. “Yeah … yeah of course. I had fun, you should come by more often.”

“It was … it was very sweet. Taking me on the tour when you probably had better things to do.” Your hand curled over his forearm again, “You’re very sweet, Steven.”

“And you’re very beautiful.”

The words found the air between them before Steven even knew what he’d said.

Your lips parted slightly in surprise, cheeks brushed with a warm pink: “I— thank you, Stevie.”

Steven nodded, not looking at you and suffocating on his own embarrassment. “I’m gonna— need to go finish up inside.”

An unmistakably wounded look passed over your face. It dissolved as quickly as it had appeared.

“Sure.” It was curt. “I’ll see you round the shop.”

“Steven, if you do not stop her so help me God—“

A flurry of hot and cold feelings were chasing up and down his chest: he watched your figure turn and worked to do the same.

The outline of the museum had barely returned to his frame of vision when the cold hand of his subconscious reached out and dragged him down into it’s icy black depths: now watching the view of his eyes as if from a foggy tape recorder.

Marc stiffened his shoulders, turning to where you were bounding down the steps of the museum, heels clicking on each jump.

He chased down after you, skipping two steps at a time.

“Marc, don’t! You’re gonna scare her!” Steven was shouting now, rattling his already shaky consciousness.

He called your name where you’d just reached the sidewalk. You turned up to meet his face.

In barely fractions of a moment, Marc was able to find some sympathy for dear Steven.

Now that he was faced with you himself, as opposed to the blurry lens he’d been cursed to only peer through before, he wondered how Steven ever conjured up the courage to say more than three words to you.

“Steven?”

The light of the street-lamp was flickering in little circles off your eyes in the dim street and Marc was half convinced to abandon Steven in the darkness.

He didn’t.

Rather, he slipped back down into the shadows where he felt Steven surpass him again.

Your brow bent deeper in confusion, “Are you alright?”

If he had time, Steven might have taken a moment to huff at Marc for not even bothering to turn away when he forced himself back to the front, spared you from the sight of his eyes rolling back in their head. But no, you probably thought he was possessed.

“I, yes, that doesn’t matter—“

He could feel ice cold adrenaline pumping down from his brain. Like he did in the seconds before a fight, when the suit would crawl up over his skin.

“Your eyes,” your hand came close up to his face, hesitant enough to just float in its orbit. “They rolled—“

“Will you go on a date with me?”

You blinked up at him. Once, twice.

The silence was reaching far past the limits that it did in all the romance movies Steven had seen and his palms were growing itchy with the passing seconds.

“When?”

Steven’s head was reeling. He hadn’t thought that far, but why quit while he’s ahead?

“Now. Right now, tonight.”

The surprise was fading from your face, replaced with eyes that were glowing around the corners and a smile that made his heart skip every second beat.

“Don’t you have work?”

“You haven’t answered my question yet.”

“If you promise to still come visit the shop ... I would love to go on a date with you, Stevie. Right now.”

Warmth was flooding back into Steven’s hands. “I’ll set up a tent outside on the sidewalk …” he breathed, “you won’t be able to get rid of me.”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

Steven nodded. Almost tripping on the step up behind him, “I’m going to tell them that I’m leaving. Just wait right here …“

He’d already moved up two steps, legs buzzing with untamed exhilaration.

“Steven, hold on just one sec—“ when he turned, you’d surpassed the small steps separating you.

He’d barely a chance to turn all the way back around when your index finger hooked between his neck and the collar of his shirt and your lips were on his.

They were warm and soft and Steven had no idea what he was doing.

With his experience being limited to the pool of:

A. The girl he’d pecked in first grade on the swings in the playground.

B. A drunken make-out at a college party for a college he didn’t even attend and,

C. His (mostly Marc’s) ex-wife,

It was nothing short of a miracle when his hand came up to find the side of your neck. When he pulled your waist flush against his.

“Atta’ boy.” He ignored Marc.

You pulled back, Steven was pleased to notice your reddened, wet lips.

“Sorry,” you whispered close against him, voice half-drowned out by the rumbling of taxis in the street and people passing by. “Been itching to do that for a while.”

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[starrluvs]

can you please… facesitting but with raiden and kung lao? i’m begginf

𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍 | 𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐀𝐎 + 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

cw: afab reader, oral (fem receiving), facesitting, established relationship (raiden), rivals or fwb (kung lao), raiden being a sweetheart, kung lao being a cocky mf

wc: 709

a/n: my first anon request eeee tysm <3 !! i've never considered writing for kung lao or raiden before, but this was fun to write! maybe i'll be open to write about more mk men apart from the lin kuei trio... also, requests/asks are open, so come talk to me or send some asks!

𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍

raiden was a sweet man. he was kind, hardworking, humble and open to new opportunities and challenges. so when you told him that you wanted to try sitting on his face, he agreed, telling you that he’d do his best. 

lucky for you, his best was more than enough. raiden was underneath you, listening to all the moans that left your lips while he slowly ran his tongue deep inside your slick walls. the tingling feeling made your toes curl as you whimpered out his name,

the champion hums against your pussy, making you shiver from the jolt of vibrations lingering through your core. you look down at raiden, and the sight of him so willingly smothering himself into you made your cheeks rise in temperature. his eyebrows were knitted close together and his eyes were closed as he was solely focused on bringing you pleasure.

as if he could feel your stare, raiden opens his shining brown eyes and stops what he’s doing for just a quick moment. he was able to see your hair become fizzed and quite messy, but he only let out a small chuckle before asking you if he was doing a good job and if you were feeling good.

his humbleness showing out once again made you smile and reassure him that he was doing an amazing job. upon hearing your answer, raiden wastes no time diving back in, except this time he held onto your waist gently.

you squeal as you feel him flick your clit and leave soft kisses on it before delving his tongue back into your heat. you whimper at the feeling of his wet muscle entering you again and place your smaller hands over his bigger ones that were still planted on your hips.

with your back arched and eyes screwed shut, you continued to yelp and squeal in pleasure. he knew you couldn’t see him, but just the view of his beloved on top of him like this was something to remember forever. 

he’d definitely have to do this more often with you.

𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐀𝐎

unlike raiden, kung lao wasn’t necessarily the most humble man in all the realms. imagine the big game he would talk just to get between your legs– so much speeches about how he would be able to please you better than any of your past sexual partners– even have you cumming for him multiple times… and he wasn't completely wrong about it either.

you had already reached your first orgasm, but kung lao had no intentions of stopping his ministrations on your pussy. his lips suctioned around your overstimulated clit, causing you to try and squirm away from him. your previous orgasm still had you in a daze, and you were sure the monk’s ego had already been stroked at how poorly you were handling yourself above him.

much to your liking, kung lao lets you hover above his face, leaving you out of reach from his mouth. he watches you catch your breath and takes the opportunity to open his mouth and tease you, telling you that he ‘told you so’.

you couldn’t stand it… you couldn't stand that he was right. you couldn't stand his cocky smile that showed off his dimples– but maybe seeing him soaked like this with your juices wasn’t all that bad. with a quick dismissal of his comments, you feel your body come down from its high and sit back down on his face.

this time, his hands fly up to grip your thighs, kneading your soft flesh and urging you to keep grinding on his tongue that was licking up every last drop of your sweet juices. panting and feeling short of breath, you cup the back of his head for support to sit up and compose yourself.

you were able to feel kung lao’s smug grin against your pussy. he knew that he had already won you over with just his tongue. and with the way the motion of your hips started speeding up– practically using his face and tongue for yet another release– confirmed that he officially had you lost in pleasure and he loved it.

you were never gonna hear the end of this once you two were done here.

[stickthroughthephases]

Tall, Tall, Short

C(S). Smoke/Tomáš x Reader | WC. 676 | G. Fluff/Comedy |

It was no secret that compared to Tomáš, you were a good foot or so shorter, and given his warrior-like build, the difference in stature was glaringly obvious whenever you were together. 

It didn’t bother you of course, no matter how scary Tomáš looked with his uniform and mask, underneath the armour was one of the kindest people you knew, even if he could tear your limbs off in a matter of seconds. 

Having dealt with two stubborn brothers who were prone to arguments and anger, Tomáš was quite mellow compared to the two, so arguments were rare between you and cold-shouldering even rarer, but your most recent disagreement cast a sour cloud over the two of you. 

Before anything escalated to regrettable words and actions, you distanced yourself first and gave Tomáš some space, and him the same. 

That was now a day and a half in the past and currently, you were ready to bury the hatchet. Tomáš? He was away for clan responsibilities and currently still curt with you given your conversation, more like lack thereof, at breakfast. 

Healthy couples don’t keep counters of who apologizes first, so you racked your brain to devise a way to ease in an apology and get your partner to return to his usual demeanour with you.

Walking into the kitchen, you walk into the idea itself and begin “plotting”, waiting for your lover to return.

As if on cue, Tomáš walks into the kitchen fussing with the buckles of his armour, likely searching for snacks after a tiresome day. Instead of an empty kitchen, he finds you “reaching” for something on the highest shelf. Sensing his arrival you turn to greet him.

“Hey~~”, you offer with a sheepish grin, trying to pass off your “distress” as genuine. “The snacks are just a tad bit too high for me…can you please help me get them down?”

He raises an eyebrow at you, his finicky armour forgotten, and without a word he moves to your spot, easily stretching his arm to the shelf (giving you an eyeful of his biceps flex, not that you were complaining) where you had relocated all the snacks.

“Which one do you need love?” he questions, turning back to you, a face full of curiosity and the first proper sentence without any tension.

A little too quickly you blurt out,

 “All of them please”

He starts to pull as many packages of snacks as he can see and reach, concern growing at just how many were there. Weren’t they on the bottom shelf just yesterday?

You thank him with a small kiss on the cheek and start to open some snacks, starting phase two of your plan.

“Mmhph, mmmmmphm” you ‘struggle’ to tear open a packet of cookies, furrowing your brows and contorting your mouth in frustration. 

“My love can you open these for me?” you inquire of Tomáš stretching the packet out towards him. 

Stopping mid-bite, he puts down his snacks and tears open the cookies within seconds. 

You give him another kiss and suggest moving to the table with your snacks, Tomáš following behind you with the remainder of the snacks. 

The previous tension from the past day and a half ceases to exist as you ask him of his day which he happily recounts to you as you enjoy the snacks that will surely spoil your appetite for dinner but oh well.

~Bedtime~

Tomáš is already waiting in bed as you slide in under the covers situating yourself by draping your limbs around his waist and tucking your head on his shoulder.

You wish him goodnight and he peppers a kiss to your temple, but before you can swiftly drift on to dreamland…

“You purposely moved all the snacks to the top shelf didn't you?” he teases, before pressing a kiss to your cheek. “You’re cute but not very sneaky.”

Your eyes snap open, mentally cursing yourself. Maybe next time you should just talk to Tomáš instead of planning elaborate ideas to trick him into talking to you.

*Author's Notes* This idea/prompt has been in my idea folder for a while initially it was based on a Kpop group member, but I figured it would fit an MK character as well and who better than Smoke/Tomáš. I know all the brothers are supposed to be at least 6 feet tall, but for some reason, Tomáš feels like he is the tallest, and the premise of having snacks fits him more than Grandmaster SubZero.

[thesunhatesme]

Day 14 - Jam session

Thanks to @forlorn-crows for mushy may 2024! The ending is a bit rushed bc I forgot about it and when I sat down to write it I had no motivation, but here it is! Can you tell I like Muse? Wc:660

Rain had been sitting in the practice room for more than an hour now, but he was so close to learning. He had been trying for ages to learn the bass line of Hysteria and it was finally starting to sound somewhat good. It was quite complicated but now that he got the hang of it, he couldn't stop, all hours of practice finally paying off.

He turned the big speakers on and connected his phone to it. He turned the volume up and hit play. It took a couple of tries until he managed to play it correctly, but when he did, he felt like he could fly, he was so happy. This song had been one of his goals ever since he started playing bass and now he finally learned how to play it.

He was in the middle of the song when Phantom walked in and leaned against the wall, waiting for Rain to finish. “Hey Bug” Rain said as he turned down the music. “Do you need anything?” He asked. Phantom fiddled nervously with the hem of his sleve as he spoke. “I heard you were playing Muse and I… uhm, I like Muse and…uhm I wondered if I...uhmm, if I could join you?” He asked, looking everywhere else than Rain. “Of course you can!”

Phantom plugged his guitar in and took a seat, “What song are you playing?” He asked as Rain dug through a drawer, looking for the guitar part of the song. “Hysteria”, “Have you played it before?” Rain asked as he handed him the paper, sitting down again. “Yeah, I love that song!”

They played it through a couple of times before they tried it with music, making sure they played in tune. They turned the volume up and started playing. By the fifth time they were both jumping around and singing the lyrics while playing. Phantom was singing the main parts and Rain was singing the backup vocals, both smiling the whole time.

They turned the music down and sat down, both out of breath. “Do you know any other muse songs?” Rain asked when he had catched his breath. Phantom started counting all the ones he knew, which was quite many, he loved their guitar solos. He started counting them up for Rain until they found one they both could play. 

“Yes! That one I can play” Rian interrupted him. “MK Ultra?”. “Yes!” Rain said as he picked up his bass, Phantom quickly doing the same. They turned the music on and started playing. 

After a couple of times they wanted to try another song, ending up with Supermassive Black Hole. They were jumping around and singing when Rain got the idea to try to record it. He knew how to play the drums and could probably learn the part fairly quickly. “We should try to record it”, he suggested. Phantom agreed enthusiastically, setting his guitar down.

After hours of practicing, a few snack breaks and a lunch break, they were finally ready to record it. Rain got behind the drumset and Phantom hit the record. Then they recorded guitar, bass and some precaution before they did the vocals. They decided that Phantom would do the lead vocals and Rain would do the backing vocals.

After a couple of hours they were done and they sat down to listen to it. “We should  burn this onto a cd” Phantom suggested, “So we can make sure our first cover won't disappear”. “That's a great idea!” Rain called out as he started taking out all the cd burning equipment. 

Phantom inserted the blank disc in the burner and selected the file. Rain pulled out a case for it and wrote the date, the name of the song and their names.

Later that night they showed the others, standing by the end of the kitchen table, proudly listening with the others to their recording. Everyone, of course, loved it and thought it sounded beautiful.

[ominoose]

𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐢𝐜 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐏𝐓 𝟐

A list of seasonal fanfics I've read or found over the month of October that I really enjoyed for future reference and others to check out <3

Part 1

Key: 🎃 - NSFW ┆ 🤎 - X Reader ┆ 🐈‍⬛ - Dark

Absolutely Purr-fect by @sarahghetti You and the Moon Boys adopt a cat. Characters: Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Jake Lockley WC: 2.4k ┆ 🤎

Broken Toys by @midgardian-witch Blue gives you some comfort. Characters: Blue Jones WC: 1.7k ┆ 🤎

Farm Day by @reallyrallyauthor You and Steven go on a farm day to see the animals. Yes, it's as cute as it sounds. Characters: Steven Grant WC: 800 ┆ 🤎

Voice Kink by @winniethewife Phone sex with Williams amazing voice. Characters: William Tell WC: 843 ┆ 🎃🤎

Little Secrets by @heladodecerezq You're the MK's systems kid and keep a little secret for them, which they really don't like. Characters: Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Jake Lockley WC: 921 ┆ 🐈‍⬛

Jake Jerkin' Off by @tiptapricock Jake jerks off, but written as more of a character introspective. Characters: Jake Lockley WC: 774 ┆ 🎃

Look At You by @notquitecanon Each of the MK boys saying "Look at you" in different contexts. Sweet and sexy. Characters: Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Jake Lockley WC: 1.7k ┆ 🎃 🤎

Cumming In Your Mouth Platonically by @my-secret-shame & @foxilayde Fen made another banger post and Foxilayde served another five meals with it. Aka a quick post on letting Cecil cum in your mouth but its totally platonic, not weird or anything. Characters: Cecil Dennis WC: 727 ┆ 🎃 🤎

Lust is a Drug by @minispidey You're Arthur Harrows virgin, isolated cult wife and Moon Knight pays a visit. Characters: Marc Spector WC: 2.3k ┆ 🎃 🤎

Mr and Mrs Knight by @angel-of-the-moons Chubby reader goes to work a work party with Steven, some mean girls make it go south. Characters: Steven Grant, Jake Lockley, Marc Spector WC: 4.3k ┆ 🎃 🤎

My Lord by @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction King John is exiled to another country and fixates on one of the head servants. Only Fen could make a King John fic that's smut and kinda fluff, it's magic. Characters: King John WC: 3.1k ┆ 🎃 🤎

Patience by @moons-dunes Steven gives you an agonizing lesson in patience. Characters: Steven Grant WC: 800 ┆ 🎃 🤎

La Petite Mort by @hon3yboy You inherit a manor from your dead aunt and it's got a cute but obsessive British ghost in it. Characters: Steven Grant WC: 3k ┆ 🎃 🤎 🐈‍⬛

He Found The Box of Condoms by @hoedamn-eron You fuck your best friends dad and then date him. Told in three parts. Characters: Leto Atreides ┆ 🎃 🤎

Sleeping Dogs by @hon3yboy Werewolf!Marc. Again. All I need to say. Characters: Marc Spector WC: 2.8k ┆ 🎃 🤎

Visions & Loyalty by @reallyrallyauthor Your sisters is meant to marry Leto but then he goes "Actually, no you" and it's three parts. God bless. Leto is so well written. Characters: Leto Atreides ┆ 🎃 🤎

Finish The Job by @romana-after-dark MK system kidnaps reader and Jake goes quite Yandere on them. Characters: Jake Lockley, Marc Spector, Steven Grant WC: 1.4k ┆ 🎃 🤎 🐈‍⬛

Control by @romana-after-dark Jake is really into killing and blood. Really into it. Characters: Jake Lockley WC: 591 ┆ 🎃 🤎 🐈‍⬛

Corny Night In by @jayke0 Marc with a chubby reader, has thigh fucking and feels. You will lose it. Characters: Marc Spector WC: 1.6K ┆ 🎃 🤎

Losing Hand by @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction William tries to teach you poker and his dicks also inside you at the same time. Character: William Tell WC: 1k ┆ 🎃 🤎

Cry Baby by @jayke0 Bullying Cecil while he whimpers and gets off. Character: Cecil Dennis WC: 1.3k ┆ 🎃 🤎

[sublieu]

╰┈➤Little Red Riding Hood

: ̗̀➛ Praising, Interspecies, overstim, no protection, accidental drugging, dub-con, clawing, marking, dirty talk.

: ̗̀➛ 1.6k wc

: ̗̀➛ Call out my name/Earned it- The weekend

Mk was always the showstopper in his quaint little village, Determined, ambitious and unintentionally, very adorable to the eyes of the village folk.

And today would be the same for Mk; Greet the villagers, collect items for his mentor and go home for the rest of the day. Except, he decided to take a different route to collect something for Wukong from one of his affiliates.

"Hello Mk! I see Wukong sent you for his perfume, yes?"

The old lady greeted Mk before handing the male a mask before putting one on as well. Holding the perfume in a clamp and gently placing it inside a glass case and sealing it tightly.

"If you don't mind me asking, what's so special about this in an extra bottle?"

He asks in mere curiosity, the lady laughs and tells him that it's to ensure it doesn't break or leak out as the contents inside the bottle are extremely strong to the smell; Tying a cute little bow on top before placing it inside his basket.

"Heed my warning little Mk, if this glass breaks then anyone nearby will be affected by the smell. So it's extremely important that you guard this bottle with your life"

Her face darkens at the glass comment, and from the fact that she held his hands tightly, she wasn't joking. He nods before her face brightens again and waves him off into the forest, the sun slowly setting behind her shop as she guides him away into the forest.

"Remember to protect that bottle with your life!"

She warns a final time before looking back at the sun, entering her shop and closing it for the night. She sighs in worry as tonight was the beginning of a full red moon, praying that Mk returns home safely.

As Mk mindlessly walks home, he couldn't help but pay attention to the glassed bottle, peaking his curiosity even more. Why was she warning him about breaking it? What would happen if he were to accidentally break it?

He trips on a rock due to losing focus and drops the bottle, the perfume itself was fine but the scent was all over the forest. And he grew scared as for what's to come if he doesn't hurry home soon.

And he had every right to worry, as you were nearby when this happened.

You were an Alaskan Interior wolf breed. And this was the beginning of your rut for the spring season, Looking around for food before the scent attacked your nose. Causing you to howl in pain as you slowly lost consciousness before your vision slowly clouded into pink. Your mind slowly losing resolve as you hunted down the person with the strong scent, turns out he wasn't as far as you thought once you saw the male, he looked around in fear once he heard a twig snap under your foot.

Mk looked around in worry, looking around to find the person or thing that made the noise. As soon as he saw your glowing eyes he immediately made a run for it, some of his items even fell out of his basket as you chased him throughout the forest; His screams loud and heard as the trees tore some of his clothes off before you tackled him to the ground. Tears slipping out of his eyes as he watched you check him.

Once you found out that the scent was coming off of him, you tore off his pants. He watched you in utter disbelief as you went down on him, your tail swaying in the wind as you watched his boner before giving it a kiss; His breathe stuck in his throat as he watched you with curious eyes.

You pulled his underpants off, the tip of his cock kissed your lips as you looked back at him. As if to ask for consent, which he did by petting your head, signaling a yes; Already sucking down on his tip before taking him down your throat, your tongue swirling around his cock as you sucked him off. His legs wrapping around your neck as you hum on his cock, sending vibrations and making him even more sensitive than he was before.

The way how your mouth felt so soft to the touch, almost as if your razor sharp teeth were non-existent. But you weren't gonna hurt him, he looked too sweet to even do that; You were considering to make him your lifelong mate, and you had enough to make him comfortable for a really long while.

All those years of being alone since teenhood really took a number on you, never making any friends or having physical contact and even worse being called a monster had turned you into a sensitive, touch-starved mess. So you were grateful he allowed you to give him pleasure and petting your head. Taking his cock down to the back of your throat as you rung him dry of his cum. His moans rolling off his tongue like ice as he held your head to his cock, as if he was bound to cum soon if you don't lay off. And you weren't planning to let go either.

He mutters and whines in ecstasy, black spots clouding his vision the more your tongue swirled and messed with him; He compared his hand to your head and would take up the offer with your head than to ever use his hand again. Completely ignoring his fallen goods next to his head as he basked himself in this selfish pleasure of his, honestly saying fuck off to Wukong as he hasn't been this sensitive in years.

His eyes flashed to white as he came for the first time, his sight temporarily limited as you sat down on his cock, rubbing the tip on your folds before sitting down on it fully. Your pussy clenching around his dick, making his head more blurry the more you grind on him; Mewling in euphoria whilst bouncing on his dick, the wet, squelching sounds growing in volume the faster and harder you bounced.

'Feels s'good' 'Can't stop' slips from his mouth like a broken record, holding your hair as he pounds right up into you, the tip of his cock brushing past your cervix and right into your womb. Fucking you as if he's trying to breed you. Your nails digging into his hair and suffocating him with your chest as you sobbed; Your tail swishing in the air from hypersensitivity as your climax was starting untie, the coiling feeling in your stomach becoming unbearable the longer you held out.

He sat up and laid you down on the ground, mindful of any rocks or sticks that could poke you as he started thrusting harder, paying close attention to how you whimper and whine the rougher he went on you. His hands snaking themselves around your waist whilst kissing you, your ears flicking to the sudden affection, which you happily return as it was getting harder and harder to not cum. Your hands

God how he missed feeling this dominant, being cooed down by the villagers could be tiring for him. And the fact that you're this submissive towards him brought him a sense of relief, his mind already hazy and rutty from the broken glass alongside the warm, fuzzy feeling he felt in his stomach again had him in a pleasurable thrill; Shuddering from ecstasy as his climax was rearing it's little head again.

'Can you cum for me?' he begs, his praising struck a chord inside you. Making the knot untie and finally cumming all over his cock, making it slippery and easier for him to do deeper inside, the head of his cock now bashing against your womb as he kissed you passionately before cumming as well. Flooding your insides with sticky, warm cum before pulling out and watch it dribble onto the ground, giving you one final kiss before you black out; sleeping peacefully as he put on his (torn) hoodie and put your sweater back on you.

Mk gathered up his items and the perfume before coming back to your sleeping form and carry you on his back to his hideout, carrying you to his bed before going to sleep in his couch, already tired from such a long (yet eventful day).

"So you mean to tell me... YOU DROPPED MY BOTTLE?!"

Wukong yelled at the man, he sighed before rubbing his head. Trying to explain how and what happened before you came outside, your tail swishing lowly as you heard them (Wukong) make a ruckus.

"Who is that?"

He asks and trails circles around you, noticing some bitemarks and other spots on you that seemed strange before putting the pieces together and deciding to torment Mk.

"Mk! You didn't tell me you were busy having randevus with this little limelight~"

He purrs before petting your head, both you and Mk were left confused and bewildered by his sudden mood shift; As if he wasn't mad a few seconds ago and looking as if he was about to start a riot.

Wukong lies there on his cloud, his tail lazily swaying as he floats next to Mk, Giving him a slap across the head before taking his contents from the demigod's hands. Spraying some of the perfume on himself before Mk asked him a question on the bottle.

"Why exactly do you need an aphrodisia-based cologne anyways?"

"For personal stuff I have to deal with"

He responds before zooming off on his cloud, probably going off to meet his date. Mk looks back in an unamused face before checking back with you if you were ok; His hands holding your cheeks before kissing your forehead. Making you nod happily before snuggling to his embrace, happy that you found someone to love on your own

©𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐮 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐; 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝

[kieisuke]

i wanna be with you forever , kei.

genre ; fluff

wc : 669 words.

summary ; you dont normally express your love to baji out of the blue, no one knows why but today you just let it happen. you wanted to be with him , keisuke baji for ever.

notes ; i have writers block so this might be super boring lol haha . im back from my break that took over a year ♥ . obviously i lost actives but im glad to be back . ly !!

warnings ; none .

you were laying down on your couch on a lazy rainy sunday afternoon. when your tall messy haired boyfriend had finally arrived home .

"kei?" you said running up to your boyfriend .

he looked really messy . like always he had just came back from a toman meeting with his friends and the first thing he needed once he came back home was to see your beautiful face .

"y/n," he says while brushing his long locs out of his face . "i missed you so much ." while landing a few kisses on your face . baji knew how much you had missed him too . for some reason you'd never admit it . now matter how much he teased you it never ever worked .

"yea ! im so glad you're home. " you said after returning his kisses .

"sounds like you missed me? " baji said teasingly

"im not that desperate , plus i'm just bored . "

"mhm.." baji said sarcastically .

as much as you loved baji you hated to admit that you missed him? out of all things that's what you hate to admit? no one knew why ... not even you, yet you still continued to do it anyway.

you take his hand and lead him to the couch to come and sit down with you .

"baby, hold on i need to change . " he says with a soft chuckle .

his chuckles weren't rather silly or clown-like more of a soft-loving chuckle that meant so many things . you let him change. he had changed into gray sweatpants low on his waist, without any shirt either, leaving the scars on his abs exposed .

he plopped down on the couch next to you .

"whats up baby? what do you wanna watch ? " he said grabbing the remote with one hand, and extending his other arm around you so he could hold you tight .

( writers note: baji loovess being super close to you ♥ )

"i don't know you choose." you say folding your hands and leaning against him .

"mk , gladly ." he says while searching for movies to watch

you can't help but look at the scars on his abs, his eyes and his lips. those lips. ever since he came home you wanted to smother him in kisses but you never showed that affection whatsoever ? only under certain circumstances .

his hazel brown eyes glance down at you. "hm ? you're looking at me so nicely , what you finally wanna show some affection ?" he winked at you while talking.

"so what if i do? im your girlfriend i can do what i want ! ... and soon to be wife . "

and soon to be what?!? you couldn't believe you had just said those words . you were supposed to be non-chalont about this whole thing , yet you managed to spill .

"what? say that again?" baji said eyes widen .

"i wanna be with you forever ." you said under your breath.

"what?"

"I wanna be with you forever.." you say a bit louder this time.

"say that again, baby ?" baji said teasingly.

"I WANNA BE WITH YOU FOREVER KEI!"

"you do? aww me too . you could've just said that baby." he said with a sly grin spread across his face from ear to ear. you loved keisuke . alot . and you we're happy you finally let it out .

" now can you shutup and watch the movie ? " you said rolling your eyes trying to hide a smile .

"yeah , okay ♥." he said as he gave a small peck to your lips .

you gave him one back. except deeper to fall into his embrace . you already knew that this man . this man with loveable features , a loveable personality , a loveable well, everything . you knew he was your soulmate . ♥

© kieisuke

[kynrki]

FAST AND FURIOUS: LOVE EDITION — yang jungwon

PAIRING — nonildol!yang jungwon x fem!reader

SYPNOSIS — the king of drag racing suddenly falls for the girl who surprisingly beat him.

WARNINGS — fluff, talks about parents abandoning children, kisses, jus jungwon being cute and smooth

WC — 2.4k

AN — part two is long overdue😭😭

part one | part two

the past few weeks, you’ve been working on your pink 1994 Toyota Supra MK IV Supra. getting its paint job done, which you absolutely loved, and adding in its finishing touches. you rolled out from underneath the car as you heard your phone go off.

you check you phone and saw a message from jungwon came through. you smiled. you would be lying if you said the boy didn’t make you smile whenever you thought about him. he really knew how to wow a girl, if one could say, and it was ironic considering how you didn’t want anything to do with him in the beginning.

“hello?” you said as you put the phone by your ear. “hey baby” jungwon said as he smiled. he loved listening to you talk. “what you up to?” he continued. “nothing much, i jus put seobi to sleep, so im working on my car right now. what about you?” you said as you crossed your arms and leaned against your tool table. “car? you working on something baby?” he asked as he sat up. “yeah, i’ve been working on it for a while now.” you replied. there was silence. “can i come see?” he asked after a while. “sure, let me know when you’re outside” you said. “okay” he replied and switched off the phone.

to say you were nervous was and understatement. he’s never been to your home area and you haven’t been to his. and to top it all off, he was definitely far richer than you would ever be, so him coming over was alot. you heard a car pull in your driveway and already knew it was jungwon. you opened the garage as he climbed out the car. he walked in and took you in for a moment.

you were wearing your normal comfortable clothes, jus like he imagined. instead this time you were wearing a pair of dirty overalls with your grey hoodie. your hair was tied up in a bun and lastly, you were wiping the oil from your hands on a cloth. he loved whenever you looked comfortable and domestically. (or in other words, always). “hi” you smiled as you walked up to him. he smiled as he brought you in for a hug. the faint scent of your natural smell covered him in warmth.

you pulled away from the hug and laughed softly. “sorry, i don’t normally clean up when im at home” you said as you looked down at your attire. jungwon smiled. “i dont care how you look when you’re around me, i jus want you to be comfortable baby” jungwon smirked and wrapped his arms around your waist. you got flustered.

“u-uh, this way” you said trying to get away from him. jungwon chuckled as he knew already.

you lead him into your house as he took a look around. it felt like…..home? it wasn’t very big and definitely didnt have many rooms but it felt very homey and very you. you continued walking behind you through the back door and into your working area. there he saw the iconic blue nissan. next to it was the 2006 mitsubishi lancer eveloution XI, and lastly the 1994 Toyota Supra MK IV supera. which was bright pink.

“holy shit” jungwon said as he looked at the cars with his jaws dropped. now, as someone as rich as him, you might think that he’s into those super new nice luxurious cars, but no, he was into those old type of cars. exactly the ones you have. “have you been working on all of them?” he asked curiously. he had to know. he’s already so in love with you, that whether you say yes or no, he wont mind. “yes” you replied as you walked towards the toyota supra.

“so how’d you get all these cars?” he asked as he followed you. “well the 2006 mitubushi i got as my very first car. my uncle gave it to me so i started playing around with it and working on it. the nissan skyline i would say was my very first car that i had built. she’s definitely my favourite out of the bunch. and holds a special place in my heart. and at the moment im working on the toyota supera which is the newest to my collection. i picked it up at a car crash place and ive been working on it ever since. you said as you continued where you left off on working on it.

jungwon stood in awe as he watched you. he couldn’t believe you were real. “hm i see, now why do you race?” he asked as he walked to the hood of the car, where you were standing. you tensed at the question. “i dont wanna talk about it.” you said coldly as you carried on working in the hood. “okay its no worries baby” jungwon said concerned as he put his hand on your waist and rubbed the spot. he was standing behind you as he leaned down to see what the problem was. “your alternator is dead, thats why your car wont start.” he said as he looked at you. “come look here” he continued.

you leaned down to see. “your cables are damaged, you can either fix them or get a new alternator which would be cheaper.” he said as he looked at you. your breath hitched as you turned to look at him. your faces were a fee centimetres apart. you saw how his eyes went from yours to your lips and back up. he leaned him slightly as you straightened your back to stand straight again. “t-thank you” you said as you looked down. “anytime, i gotta go tho, call me if you need anything okay?” jungwon said as he check his phone. “yeah i will” you smiled as you continued to look down.

he brought his hand up to your chin and raised it. “my eyes are up here baby” he said as he made eye contact with you. you blushed and nodded. he left a quick kiss on your cheek and left. you stood there frozen for the next few minutes, not being able to comprehend what jus happened.

once jungwon reached home, he pulled his car in and softly went to his room. before he could reach his door, he was met with 6 other guys sitting in the living room, waiting for him. “where have you been jungwon?” jake asked. “i was at yns” he replied as his cheeks started to blush. “yn?” sunghoon asked for confirmation. jungwon nodded. “okay, you can go” sunghoon smirked as he knew jungwon knew that tomorrow morning they had to talk about it. “cmon man we-“ jake said before he was interrupted. “im tired” sunghoon said as he walked off, leaving an annoyed jake behind.

the next morning couldnt have come faster. jungwon woke up and rubbed his eyes. he yawned as he climbed out of bed and walked towards the kitchen where he knew heeseung would be. “morning” heeseung said as he smiled. “morning” jungwon said back as he took his tea and walked out back to the couches.

“morning jungwon” sunghoon said as he smirked as the younger boy. “morning sunghoon” he said as he laughed slightly. “tell me everything” sunghoon said.

after jungwon had explained what happened, sunghoon was staring into the distance. “jungwon, she likes you. and you like her too.” sunghoon said. “well i know i do, but i dint know what to do, should i ask her out? or-“ jungwon said as he got interrupted. “ask her out. but im warning you, if you do end up dating her, you need to keep her private and safe. you know everyone out here in this world is coming at you, and if they know yn’s your weakness, they’ll take it to their advantage. think this through okay.” sunghoon said as he smiled at jungwon before walking off.

he left jungwon to think. was it worth it in the end? i mean yes he was absolutely head over heals for you, but at the end of the day, danger would increase and that isn’t something he wanted. he sighed as he looked down at his cup.

he took his phone out from his pocket and made his decision. he went to your contact and dialled your number. it took a few rings before you picked up. “hello?” you said as you sounded as if you jus had woken up. “yn go on a date with me?” jungwon asked as his bit his lip in anticipation. “when?” you asked after a while of silence. “tomorrow night? i’ll come pick you up at 6pm” jungwon said as he tried to hide his smile. “sure” you replied. “okay bye” he said before hanging up. he definitely wouldn’t regret this.

getting ready for your date with jungwon was, complicated to say the least. yes you wanted to impress him but you also wanted to be comfortable. you oped for baggy jeans with a skin tight top, to create the baggy-pants-tight-top look.

you were nervous, even more when you heard a familiar car pull up to your garage. you opened the door and there stood jungwon, with flowers in his hands? “these are for you” jungwon said as he smiled at you. you smiled and thanked him before putting it away.

“ynnie!” jongseob called as he ran towards you with one of his legos. you looked at jungwon, but he was already focused on your younger brother. “hey bub? whats wrong” you asked as you bent down to his level and rubbed his head. “can you open this for me pls” he asked you as he handed you the lego packet that was inside the box. “i gotchu.” you said as you took it from him and opened it.

“ynnie, whos that man?” jongseob whispered to you as he pointed at jungwon. you smiled and answered “hes my friend”. “will i be seeing him more” he asked softly. “hm lets hope so” you said as you looked at jungwon and smiled. you gave jongseob a kiss on his cheek and told him to go inside. you stood back up and faced jungwon once again.

the little interaction made jungwons heart swell with awe. the way you were so careful and soft with him made him happy. he walked to the passenger side of his car and opened the door for you. “here you go my lady” he said teasingly. you laughed and thanked him before he climbed into the drivers side.

“where are we going?” you asked as you leaned on the centre console slightly. “well i was thinking, since you won me, and is always continuing to win me, i want you to teach me things” jungwon said as he pulled into a racing ground. you looked around the place as you two entered it in awe.

“wait me? for real?” you asked shocked. “yes baby who else?” he said as he parked the car. he climbed out and walked around to open your door for you to climb out. this was the first time you could properly look at jungwon. he was wearing his black converse, paired with loose green cargos and a black hoodie. a bit different from his normal attire he normally wore at racing events.

jungwon grabbed you hand and pulled you to the car garage, where all the cars stood. “choose anyone love” he said as he switched on the light. your jaw fell open. “me?” you said as you pointed at yourself. jungwon laughed and nodded his head.

looking around, all the cars were beautiful yes, but none had caught your eye. that was until you saw the bright green 1995 Mitsubishi Eclipse. you dragged your hand over the car and opened the door. you looked at jungwon, and he nodded for you to climb in.

he watched as your eyes lit up upon seeing the green car. odd colour? maybe. but to see you like that? he would do anything. jungwon walked to get the car keys and gave them to you. you started the car and revved it several times and smiled widely. “cmon get in pretty boy” you yelled at jungwon and laughed. he shook his head and climbed into the car.

after driving around with jungwon for a while and showing him a few new tricks he could use when he drives, he took you to a mountain view. it was so beautiful, especially in the night with the moon shining above you two.

“thank you so much, for that and this” you said as you looked at the city in all its glory. “no thank you” jungwon said as he laughed slightly. “i really enjoyed today” you said as you looked at him smiling. he smiled back. you smile dropped as you looked back forward.

“hey whats wrong?” jungwon asked as he moved to sit closer to you. “i jus- i wish i could give jongseob the best out there you know” you said as you looked at the moon. jungwon was silent, waiting for you to continue. “our parents left us when we were younger. they were out of money, and couldn’t afford to look after us. it was nice of them to atleast leave the house we have at the moment but thats all. i dont know where they are right now, and i dont wanna know. i honestly couldn’t care less about them” you said.

jungwon grabbed your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours. “im sorry baby” jungwon said softly. you looked at him. “i know its hard, but you’re doing so well for him. i can see how much he loves his big sister. your doing this without any help, but now im here for anything really. i’ll always be by your side” jungwon finished as he saw a tear drip down your cheek. he took his free hand and wiped your cheek. “dont cry baby” jungwon said as he leaned in to kiss your forehead.

“i think i love you” you said after a while of silence. “you do?” jungwon asked smiling at you. “mhm” you hummed and looked at him. “i love you too baby, so much” jungwon said as he leaned in to kiss your lips. the sweet kiss didnt last long but you wanted it to. “be mine baby?” jungwon asked as he leaned away. “i will if you kiss me again” you said as you smiled sweetly at him. “anytime” he said before leaning in again to kiss your lips, longer this time.

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