#i’m like please don’t tell me the lay offs got to u bestie

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never the reader in my fics bc if sae tried to surprise me by coming home early i’d be like “what? they fire you for being a bitch today?”

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Aster’s back facing angel taking of his shirt cause it’s bed time and he’d ask her something she wouldn’t answer cause she’s just looking at him his arms his back his waist just thinking about kissing him his question goes unnoticed by her and he finds it weird “that works, angel?” she shakes her head slightly taming the thoughts that have consumed her “hmm?” He walks up to the edge of the bed now in only is boxers she is sitting patiently hands wrapping around her soft cheek cradling it she nuzzles her cheek more into his palm “are you ignoring me?” He asks a smirk evident on his face she looks up at him “what? No no never” hand going into her hair pulling gently to lift her head up “then answer me” her lower lip in between her teeth trying to remember what he said “I-I don’t remember your question h” his thumb grazing her lips pulling her lower lip out “how many times have I told you to stop doing that, angel” the air seeming lighter now that he’s looking at her with a soft look “many, I’m sorry” as her hand goes to his bringing it closer and giving it a kiss he smiles at how gentle and sweet she is ”do you remember what I asked now?” A frown takes up her features due to her plan of distracting him not working she shakes her head “Angel Sarah’s gig got canceled so we are going on a double date to the ice cream shop you like. I was wondering if you still had Wednesday off from school. Wanna pick an off day for you so you are not tired. Does that work for you, puppy?” It takes a minute to process the new pet name a pink flush on her cheek she nods “um yeah Wednesday is perfect Harry” eyes going back and forth from his eyes to his lips and glancing at his butterfly tattoo he doesn’t give a response gently pushing her down on the bed as she hears a taunting laugh “you could’ve said you wanted me angel. I’d give you whatever you want whenever” her breathing gets stuck in her lungs once his hands lay on her lower stomach softly pushing in “h-harry” she barely lets out his name “yes angel, tell me” he gets in bed legs on each of her sides pulling her up to the headboard “tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you” she’s whining “please” he kisses her lips for the first time today and when he tries to break the kiss she raises herself on her elbows pulling him back with her lips “missed me?” she nods quickly “yeah? Missed daddy a lot?” She whines at him calling himself that pulling him closer “yes daddy please” he kisses her forehead “what do you want, angel?” Eyes locked on his she’s about to speak but he cuts her off “and don’t say me I’m right here. Tell me what you need me to do” he could see her eyes begging him to do what he knows she wants she doesn’t wanna say it they both know that the words feel foreign coming out of her mouth she’s slightly squirming in bed he can see a tear rolling down her cheek cause they haven’t seen each other at all this week and she misses him so much and needs himmm “oh no puppy no tears I’m here now yeah? And gonna treat you well” she wraps her hand around his looking at him “gonna show me?” He asks her she nods a cheeky smile on his face she lowers his hand slowly stopping at her lower tummy “want me here?” He asks smirking “lower” she whispers

I’ve read this literally 8 times since u sent it I’m literally….brain fried bestie this is SO!!!!!I don’t even know what to add this is literally perfect!!!!!!!!! I’m!!!!!!!🥸🥸🥸🥸 like its been a long day h just got home so he’s planning on changing into comfy clothes like he’s not even meaning to really strip off in front of her he’s just…changing but seeing his back all broad and all of the tattoos she’s colored in red w her nails (more like pink bc she never wants to hurt him she just wants him closer) and she knows how strong his arms are when they’re flexing as he’s taking off his pants and following that line down to his waist and then he’s only in his boxers and she knows how that body feels over her and under her hands and how good he takes care of her and how he’s just so….capable and she knows he’s talking she can hear him she knows he’s saying something but how is she supposed to concentrate when there’s a wave of tattoos rippling over his back anr oh he’s looking at her now w brows raised and “angel?” And she’s immediately embarrassed even tho there’s no way he could know what she’s thinking right?? And she’s just quiet w sorry what? And he’s talking to her now the rose garden on his chest flexing as he dropped his arms to his side and he’s only in his boxers and she needs to try very hard to be good and normal and not look down when he gets closer and he cradled her cheeks in his palms and he’s got a soft look in his eyes as he’s teasing her “are u ignoring me now? Am I that boring angel?” And SHES quick to nonono ofc not never!! I’m sorry! And she’s turning her face in his hands and kissing his palm and he’s smiling so softly at her when she tucks her lip between her teeth looking up at him and she sees his mouth go a little firm because she knows he hates when she does that but then he’s using his thumb on her chin to pull her lip out from between her teeth and baby don’t do that, hurts u remember? We’ve talked ab that right? And she’s not even thinking ab it before she’s looking up at him w those big eyes that feel so instinctual when he’s standing over her like that and yes we have I’m sorry🥺 and he gives her a little smile and “don’t be sorry baby it’s okay just looking out for you right?” And she only nods her head before she feels his hand slip into her hair pulling her to look up at him properly and “do u remember what I asked u angel?” And she deflates just a little bc she was hoping he forgot but she just shakes her head feeling his hand in her hair and no🥺 and he’s so soft brushing his thumb over her cheekbone and tells her that Mitch texted him saying that Sarah doesn’t have a gig on Wednesday anymore so they were thinking they could have a double date that night but Wednesday still works for u right bunny? You only have one class in the morning and you’re not in the schedule for the library right? And this time she gets stuck on the bunny bc oh…..oh🥺 that’s new that’s definitely new🥺

but she makes herself focus up even if her cheeks are warm and yeah yeah that works I-I can do tha thank u for checking🥺 but she can’t help herself before she’s looking down at his chest and following the line of his tattoos to the butterfly on his tummy she sets her hands on when she’s bouncing in his lap and the laurels on his hips she watches when he’s got her legs over his shoulders and he’s really Giving it to her and she doesn’t even think ab being caught until his hand in her hair tightens and he’s got a smug smile on his face and “that’s what’s got u all distracted angel? Could’ve told me, been wanting you all day too” and the thought of him dropping his hands to her waist before pushing her to sit up by the pillows before he’s pushing her to lay down and now he’s got his hands on her lower tummy pushing down just enough as he moves to sit between her thighs and when she whimpers out his name he lets out a little teasing laugh like “yeah baby? Tell me what u want and I’ll give it to u so good you know that” and it comes in a little please w her eyes sparkling up at him before she’s reaching up to kiss him and he tries to break it but all she does is cling to him and “you missed me angel?” Against her lips and she only nods bc she doesn’t want to stop kissing him “missed daddy baby? All day all alone without daddy to make u feel good is that what happened?” And she love love loves when he calls himself daddy like that so she’s hooking her leg over his hip and yes daddy missed you so much please!🥺 and as giving and gentle as he is he likes teasing her so he pulls away from her kiss wnd “tell daddy what u missed then” and he already knows what she’s going to say when her eyes get big and pleading and “don’t say me angel I’m right here tell me what u need me to do that’s the only way I can help” and her cheeks are hot and she’s feeling embarrassed bc he knew she would say that she wanted him🥺 but it’s still hard to get the exact words of what she wants out of her mouth bc it feels so dirty still and she feels so flustered and just it’s a little overwhelming having him right here but he’s not With her and it’s just so much so when she runs her hands down his arms she doesn’t even realize she’s getting emotional until h’s features change and hey no tears bunny don’t cry I’m right here it’s okay and he’s holding her face and pressing his chest against hers and giving her a little kiss and u have me baby don’t cry just need to tell me what you want okay? And she nods before she’s wrapping her hand around his wrist and am I allowed to show u instead? I don’t know if I can say it🥺 and that’s his good girl trying to do what he asks and just being his sweetie:( so he’s like ofc baby show daddy where u want me to touch you and she pulls his hand down her body before stopping at the waist of her pants and “just here baby? Just at ur tummy?” And she knows he’s teasing her but she still shakes her head and pushes his hand down between her legs and he’s all smug and “here? Want me to play with your pussy angel? Could’ve told me that forever ago, would’ve already had my face between your thighs” and I’m on fire🥸🥸🥸🥸

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A Direct Order (18+) || A. Hotch x Fem!Reader

Hello my loves! I hope those of you that had a long weekend were able to enjoy it :). Combining two similar requests for this one! 

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from @all-hallows-reid (which has maybe deactivated?? I can’t find u bestie):  How about fem!reader secretly dating Aaron (with a twelve year age gap). She takes a stupid risk and almost gets hurt. Suffice it to say he’s not happy, and punishes her accordingly on the jet or when they get home.

and from @mrandmrshotchner:  Disobeying a direct order and Hotch punishing reader for it

I hope you both love this one!! 

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI. Sir kink, spanking, praise kink, degradation kink, penetrative sex.

wordcount: 2.2k

“I see the girl,” you whispered into your comms device from the back row of pews at a church in Mittburn, Iowa, nearly 200 miles away from where this child abduction case had started. “He’s concealing a hand behind her, could be a weapon,” you relayed to the team. The church was mostly empty, the service having ended. A few parishioners and the priest were still milling around, and your unsub, Phillip Rishi, was leading seven-year-old Abigail Torres to the altar. 

“Agent, do not engage-- Rishi is devolving and we don’t know what he’ll do. Wait for backup.” You heard Hotch, although you wished you hadn’t. 

Technically, you wouldn’t be breaking a rule if you got up and followed Rishi a little more closely-- and Aaron didn’t have eyes on you, anyways. What he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. So you slipped out of the pew, kept your head facing mournfully towards the ground, and knelt at the altar, Rishi and the girl to your left. He still had her in front of him, concealing her with his body-- so you couldn’t get a good look at her, to make sure she was okay. You made a half-assed attempt at praying, hoping you were fooling the people around you when you tilted your head at a flash of light-- Rishi had a knife, was tracing the planes of the young girl’s cheekbones, and she was crying.

You gasped, quickly diving across the altar and forcing Rishi off of Abigail. He thrashed as Abigail screamed and ran into the arms of the priest. You wrestled Rishi to the ground, pulling the knife out of his hand and tossing it out of his reach before cuffing him and reading him his Miranda rights. 

As you stood back up, you turned around and noticed Hotch bursting through the door, his face making it perfectly clear that he had heard everything that had gone down through his comms. Oh, man. You were totally fucked.

Aaron asks if you’re okay, which you are, and then the two of you don’t speak. You don’t speak on the jet ride home, you don’t speak as you drive the FBI SUVs back to Quantico, and you don’t speak at the office before you leave for the night. 

You last for all of an hour after leaving the office before you can’t take it anymore. You throw your go bag in your car and take off towards Aaron’s place, walking up to his door and knocking before you can talk yourself out of it. He looks surprised to see you, but doesn’t ask you to leave, which you take as a win. 

“I’m here for my punishment,” you tell him as you slip past him into the apartment, and he rolls his eyes-- not his typical, “my young, playful, sexy girlfriend is driving me crazy” eye roll, but a genuinely disdainful “this young girl is too much to handle” kind of an eye roll. A pang of something you don’t recognize flashes in your chest-- guilt? Betrayal? You push it aside-- that wasn’t what you came here to do. “We’re not the couple that doesn’t talk. If you want to yell, you can yell, but we don’t shut each other out. That’s not us. So go ahead and get it out so we can move past it,” you attempt to sound cool and aloof, even if you are feeling a little vulnerable and desperate. 

   “You disobeyed a direct order,” Hotch says. 

“I did,” you agreed. 

“What, and you don’t even have an issue with it?” He asks you, his tone harsh. 

“He had a weapon, Hotch. And it was drawn on a little girl. What was I supposed to do?” You shot back.

“You were supposed to wait for backup. We hadn’t profiled that he would hurt her,” he tells you, the strain of contained rage in his tone.

“Is that a chance you would have taken? Is it a chance you would have wanted someone to take if it was your son?”

“It’s not a chance I would have taken-- but I can’t take chances with you, either,” he admits, and his confession hangs in the air for a moment. You realize this is his way of telling you how much he cares about you-- walls too high to be truly vulnerable, he has to shroud his disclosure in an argument. “You could have been hurt,” he tells you.

“I could have,” you agreed. “But I’m here, with you, and I’m okay,” you remind him, stepping closer to him, taking his hands in your own to ground him, remind him that everything had turned out okay this time. 

It takes a beat, but Aaron responds in kind, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you closer, and crushing his lips to yours in a searing kiss. You smile into the kiss, letting Aaron lead you backwards towards his bedroom as you wind your fingers in his hair, letting your forearms rest on his shoulders. 

“Were you serious about your punishment?” Aaron asks, his voice somewhere between a whisper and a growl, and you smile. 

“Yes, sir.”

You can feel the air shift in an instant, as Aaron sits at the edge of his bed. “Come on, then. Over my knee,” he tells you impatiently, and you feel a rush of warmth in your core as you move to comply. He stops you. “Pants off. Panties too,” he tells you, and you strip from the waist down before climbing across his lap. He lays his hand against your ass and you feel goosebumps form against his tender touch. 

“I think five is fair-- do you think five is fair, angel?” He asks, pulling your head up by the hair so you can look him in the eye. 

“Yes sir,” you agree-- he always asked before engaging in any sort of impact play, never wanted to give you more than you could handle, and you appreciated it-- even if five did seem like it would be a walk in the park. 

He lands a swift spank against your bare ass cheek and you feel it flood your center almost immediately. “One. Thank you for my spanking, Sir,” you let out almost as if it were a reflex. 

“Good girl,” he encourages you, rubbing at the tender flesh before his hand comes down against the opposite cheek.

“Two, thank you for punishing me, Sir.”

“You’re welcome, angel. Just a few more,” he encourages you, his sweet words a direct contrast to the sharp pain of his hand coming back down against you. 

“Three, thank you Sir.” 

“You belong to me, kitten. I need you to take good care of what’s mine, that’s all,” he reminds you with another spank. 

“Four, thank you Sir. Thank you for taking good care of what’s yours,” you affirm, and he delivers your last spank. 

“Five, thank you Sir,” you breathed out as your hips rocked, incredibly turned on before he had even truly touched you.

Aaron wrapped his arms around you, moving to hold you close for a moment. “There, sweet girl. I need you to help me to take good care of you-- you are very special. It’s my job to make sure nothing happens to you, but I need your help, okay?” 

“Yes, sir,” you tell him, reaching out to hold his face in your hands. 

“Good. Color?” 

“Green, sir.” 

He nods, permission granted to continue, shifting to help you off his lap and onto the bed. “Ass up, slut,” he commands gruffly, and by now you’re certain that you’re dripping down your thighs. You’d find out soon enough, you supposed, as you leaned onto your elbows and knees, raising yourself into a kneeling position, legs spread for Aaron. You heard, rather than saw, Aaron disrobing, which only added to your arousal. 

You feel the mattress dip as Aaron pulls himself up behind you. 

“Oh angel, you’re dripping. Nasty whore,” he smirks, sticking one finger inside of you, but withdrawing it immediately when you rolled against him. “Ah, ah.” he warns you. “Don’t try that again.”

So you hold still, as he pumps one and then two fingers in and out of you. You moan, cry out, beg for more-- but you don’t move.

“Sir, please,” you pant.

“You can move, sweet girl,” he grants you permission, and you start rocking your hips into his fingers immediately, wantonly, letting out a moan that makes Aaron’s cock twitch painfully. You shift your weight onto one elbow, moving one hand towards your center, which Aaron bats out of the way, slapping your swollen clit. 

“Fuck!” you cry out. 

“I said you could move. I didn’t say anything about touching, slut. Don’t make me tie you up, too.” He warns you. 

Half of you hoped that he would, but you were already desperate to cum and you didn’t know how much more you could take. You doubled down on your thrusts into Aaron’s hand, whimpering and panting the whole way. Just as you were about to topple over the edge, Aaron pulled his hand out of you, and you whimpered. 

“Sir,” you said weakly. You hadn’t been expecting that, and you wanted to cum so bad you thought you might cry. 

“Ah ah. What do you say?” He asks. 

“Thank you. Thank you for edging me, Sir,” you panted out, still coming down from your near-miss. 

“That’s my good little whore,” he cooed out. “I want you to ask permission tonight, angel. Color?”

“Green, sir.” You affirmed. “I won’t cum until you give me permission.

“Good, angel, good,” he said, lazily rubbing at your clit, and you whimpered. You’d never come like this, but you’d get increasingly more frustrated. “And why do you need to wait for permission?’ 

“Because I’m Sir’s dirty little whore,” you moaned out, the words turning you on even more as you attempted to grind down on Aaron’s hand. 

“That’s right, good girl,” he said, stepping away from you. “All fours, my love,” he tells you, and you roll up to your knees and elbows. You hear a foil wrapper tear, and without warning Aaron is stretching you. It feels delicious, makes you heady, and you cry out as he starts thrusting in and out of you. 

“You make me feel so good, sweet girl. You’re such a good girl, taking me so well and making such pretty noises. Do I make you feel good?”

“Yes sir, you make me feel so good,” you affirm, the words coming out in a shaky breath. After a few moments, you feel the coil begin to wind up inside of you. 

“Sir, may I please cum?” You ask. 

“No, not yet.” He answers simply, like you’d asked him if it had started to rain, or if dinner was ready. 

“Please, sir. Please, please let me cum,” you begged. 

“Not. Yet,” he affirmed, leaning forward to paw at your clit, which caused you to cry out. “Are you going to thank me?” Aaron asks, but you’re too overwhelmed to understand the question. “Are you going to thank me when I make you come?” He asks. 

“Yes, sir, please please make me come.” 

“Go ahead, angel,” he tells you, and the rubber band snaps. 

“Thank you sir, thank you, thank you, thank you,” you scream as you buck against him. He guides you through your orgasm, gently brings you back to reality once the pleasure has subsided, holding you gently and whispering words of encouragement in your ear. 

“I have to clean you up, sweet girl. Is it okay if I get up, or do you need me to stay here a little while longer? It’s okay if you do. You did such an amazing job,” he assures you, and you nod. 

“I’m okay, hon. Bring back water, please? And maybe some fruit snacks.” 

He rolls his eyes at you, again, but it’s the endearing kind again, and you smile. The two of you would be okay.

After he cleans you up, you head to the bathroom to get ready for bed, and snuggle back into his arms as soon as you're back in bed.

“I was so scared, and I still had to be your boss, first, and I hate that,” Aaron tells you. 

“I’m sorry, darling,” you tell him, shifting so that you’re facing him. “It’s something we should talk about-- me transferring.” 

“That’s not what I meant. You’re not changing your career path for me,” he is quick to correct you. 

“What did you mean, then?” You asked. Surely he wasn’t thinking of stepping down?

“Well, I was hoping… that you might want to tell the team about us? I don’t want to rush you, so if it’s a no, that’s fine and I won’t bring it up again. I understand the professional risks are--” you cut him off with a kiss. 

“I only suggested it because I thought you wouldn’t want people to know.” You tell him. 

“Why wouldn’t I want the team to know how much I love you?” He asks, and you smile. Yeah, the two of you would be okay.  

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hello!~ o(〃＾▽＾〃)o

can i request headcanons for kaeya, diluc, childe, and venti on what they would while their s/o dies in their arms? (if thats okay with u <3)

thank u sm! :))

BESTIE THE PAIN I FEEL RN!!! Omw to make hurt some of my faves hope you enjoy <3

Also guys I’ve been here for a day how are there almost 50 of you following?!

Pairings; (Separate) Kaeya, Diluc, Childe, Venti x reader

Warning(s); hurt, big hurty, reader death, vague wound description, cursing, talk about dead bodies

Keep reading under the cut!

Kaeya

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. You were meant to live forever with him. You were supposed to grow old with him and become a parent to your future children. You were-

“Kaeya” you choke out smiling at your partner above you. The man shakes his head mentally pleading with you to not die “Kaeya I will always be on the wind” you tell him, a shaky, bloody hand raised to his cheek to weekly caress it

“Please” he pleads “Please don’t die on me [name]” you smile at him feeling the breaths in your lungs disappear

“I’m sorry Kae--ya” you apologise before passing away in his arms

He doesn’t move for a long time. He doesn’t feel for a long time. The one person he could share his secrets and his love to gone. Away with the wind

Kaeya doesn’t remember the last time he cried, but he’ll remember this one. 

Your beaten, bruised, broken, dead, and beautiful body slumped in his arms as his tears fall from his face as he feels an absence in his heart

How is he supposed to live on if this is the pain he feels right now?

Jean eventually stumbles upon Kaeya out in the wilds, still clutched to your now cold and even more lifeless body

Jean manages to get the man up with your body held close to his chest

“Jean, I can’t, I can’t let them go” he pleads as if he’s waiting for you to simply wake up in his arms

“Kaeya...” Jean says in a concerned tone having never seen him in such a state, even he seemed to quickly recover from his fathers death

Eventually Jean coaxed Kaeya to go back to the city and leave your body in the hands of the sisters. Where they dressed you up and prepared a funeral service for you

The funeral was larger than Kaeya was expecting, you had affected a many more people than he realised from your small jobs around the city. Kaeya can’t help but be awed at how many people you’ve helped while you were in Mond

The usual chatter of Mondstat is quiet and in a time of grieving for about a week or so, many people have wonderful memories of you and Kaeya seems to be collecting them all, that and bunches of flowers. Many of which find themselves laying on your tombstone as Kaeya tells you about his day

A month passes and it seems like everything's back to normal, Kaeya is back to his outgoing self. He spends more nights at the tavern, but even Diluc doesn’t have the heart to cut him off. 

Jean seems to pick up on the smallest things, goddamnit Jean, the extra nights at the tavern, the eyebags, the weeping she can hear from his room. In it’s own right is heart-breaking, the acting Grandmaster cannot imagine what it’s like to be actually experiencing that kind of pain

-

Diluc

No, not like this

You had both decided that night to join each other in your little vigilante escapade. Which was fine you had both done this before, but tonight resulted in something very different

Here you are, head on Dilucs lap. This could be considered romantic, and often was, were it not for the fact you felt like you choked up a mixture of your lung and your bloody supply

“Diluc” you speak with a much worse for wear voice, the red-head looks into your eyes, eyes already gaining moisture. A similar scene has befallen him before, a Diluc knows how this ends

“Please” he pleads his voice wavering “Please don’t leave me” he chokes back a sob and tears fall off his face the salt hitting your own

“I love you so much” you start, Diluc shakes his head. Must you hurt him so with last words? “Don’t blame yourse-” another set of hacking befalls you as you lose more blood

“Please” he pleads again as the grip you had on his arm goes slack indicating your loss of life

Diluc screams, he cries and he hugs you close. He screams into the air of Mondstat until his voice hurts and he cries until all he’s doing is dry sobbing and he holds you close until you’re broken body is pried from his own broken mind

A wondering Jean heard his screams into the night sky and hereby answered them. She never expected to see Diluc, still in his vigilante getup, crying over your body

She calls for more guards who take your body from his and Jean helps Diluc get back to the estate. At one point during the walk Jean can feel DIluc shaking and hyperventilating. So they stand for a moment, Jean holds and comforts the wine-master before they move again

Jean has never seen such emotion from Diluc before, and she wholeheartedly hopes she’ll never have to see it again. Seeing Diluc so raw and rife with emotion is enough to make anyone cry. And Jean nearly did on more than one occasion.

Your funeral is small, much to Dilucs request and really only were attended by the estate and Jean. Diluc didn’t want to cry again in such a large audience

Though the maids often hear pained sobs coming from Dilucs room as he contemplates and often blames himself for what had transpired. Maids daren’t speak up about what they hear though, Diluc’s pain is more than understandable

Diluc throws himself into work opting to man the bar most days of the week and fighting for the city as often as he can. People around him are more than concerned

Diluc’s stoic nature seems to be intensified now, not wanting to let another person in and die in his arms. He’s seen enough death for his life and wishes not to lose more loved ones

Everything seems to have moved back to what life was before you arrived in your life, depressive, monotonous, boring, mundane for the most part and sad. So very sad

He wishes for a day where his heart isn’t strife with grief, but he doubts that day will not be coming anytime soon

-

Childe

You grin up at him, feeling close to naught pain coming from the gaping wound thanks to the excess of adrenaline that’s pumping through your body

“Childe” you say the smile still on your lips in an attempt at not making the situation as dark and horrific as it is. Childe speaks your name in return

“I love you” you tell him mustering the strength to cup the mans cheek, who immediately nuzzles into it. The situation almost doesn’t feel real to him. He’s going to be shaken awake by a very unwounded you in just a moment and inform him he’s having a nightmare

But that moment doesn’t come. Nor do any words come from you. Your slow rhythms of your heart remind you that he’s still got time, but you’ve expended all your energy. Your smile you’re wearing seems to be dropping

“I love you [name], I love you so much, you are everything I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you” he rambles bringing your body to his chest

“Live for--- me” you sputter out into his chest, a dying wish that Childe isn’t too sure he can uphold. Is it really living if he’s an empty vessel.

You go limp in his arms and he can no longer sense your heartbeat. Death had finally laid claim to you

Childe sits with you for hours, you’d expect him to be wailing like a banshee if you knew his personality but that’s rather not the case. Sobbing quietly is a better word for what happens. Most of his sobs and hacks for air are hidden in your hair. He pulled your body to his shoulder just to weep

Eventually he finds himself mustering the courage to walk back to Liyue Harbour. You firmly held in his arms. He knows that if he walks too plainly the Millelith would pry and ask too many questions for his fragile heart to answer

Childe ends up barging into the wangsheng funeral parlour, which surprises Zhongli a little. He’s about to go on a rant to Childe about how he must book an appointment, until he sees your lifeless body in his arms

The funeral is arranged quickly and neatly. There aren’t many people who attend, Childe is okay with that, he secretly wants to see his family and cry on their shoulder a bit

Instead he opts for a letter, which arrives to the family tear stained and lacking the usual penmanship ‘I’m sorry, you won’t be able to see [name] after all. They passed away not too long ago...’ he basically writes your arbitrary in the letter. And his whole heart is in every word he writes

Determined not to let anybody in Childe finds himself in a pattern, when he’s not throwing himself into battles he’s doing paper work or yelling at his subordinates and when he’s not doing that he’s doing his weekly fight with the traveller. Childe gets next to no sleep and instead opts to reading and rereading every letter and note you’ve ever given him

If Childe passes out at his desk nobody bothers him either in fear of getting yelled at by the harbinger or an understanding of losing a loved one

They never said being a harbinger was fulfilling work. Yet, he let himself believe that he could be fulfilled and content with a lover. What a shameful lie

-

Venti

He’s awfully quiet. He hasn’t experienced death in so long. Especially one he thought would be forever.

He couldn’t even get to you to hear your last words. Ironic isn’t it? He hadn’t heard that guys last words either. And yet this pains him so much more

Sure mortal lives are fleeting but he was certain he had more time with you. More time to see you grow old, more time to put off your inevitable mortality. More time to-

He’s hyperventilating, Venti’s body shakes as he finds nothing to ground himself not even the person he loves so dear is there for him. He feels like he could explode, breaths caught in his throat refusing to surface and come up for air. Despite being an immortal archon, the breaths that refuse to surface don’t fail to make him feel like he’s choking

A bard he is. And one that knows every song from the past, present and future. Suddenly the pained songs from the future make sense to him. He knew what was written. A love lost

Suddenly he finds himself crying and hunched over your deceased form making promises to the wind that he’ll never forget you. Much like he’ll ever forget that bard

He isn’t sure how long has passed but he’s still sobbing over your form, there aren’t many tears left for him to cry but he can’t find himself stopping. He feels like they’ll never stop. 

Maybe he could lay beside you and sleep for another thousand years. But that would only delay the inevitable. The inevitable sinking feeling.

Maybe it was his fault for letting himself fall in love with a mortal, but in the moment he could truly see you living life with him. He could see a marriage, children. He wanted you to have it all.

Damn celestia and all things above for not letting you ascend, at least when he inevitably ascends you’ll be there to greet him. Curse that and your mortality

Jean eventually stumbles upon him during a recon mission to find him covering your body in various flowers, a crown made of cecelias don your head. He’s quiet, but he’s saying goodbye. Who would blame him? Jean doesn’t interrupt him and only wishes you a farewell

News of your death spread around town like wildfire, your grave donned with more flowers than Venti can count. He almost feels bad about not doing a public service after seeing how many people are truly in mourning

Diluc doesn’t push Venti to pay his growing tab no matter how much he should. And Diluc doesn’t say no to Venti singing his happy tunes in the tavern

It feels like his life has retuned to normal. Though Jean can’t help but look out the library window to see Venti sat atop his statue with an expression, as Jean can only guess, of sadness.

Venti finds himself going back to an old schedule again but he can’t miss the nagging feeling of somethings missing. The something being you

Sometimes he half expects you to hug him from behind, or join him up at the statue, or kiss him on his nose, or-

Venti can’t quite comprehend how he feels, he just knows there’s a hole in his heart where you belonged. And he doesn’t want to let anyone find their way into there

He doesn’t want to lose again

It’s happened too much

[outerbankies]

okay SO i know you said be more specific about steamy content. i feel like a steamy back of truck make out with new light rafe seems v on brand

anon understood the assignment! here u go bestie

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new light blurb: the wonder of you — rafe cameron

new light masterlist

this is just new light!rafe and y/n making out tbh! let’s say this takes place like part 3ish?

“Work was fine.”

Kiss.

“My dad and Ezra let us off early to go golfing. Got to work on my project until you were free.”

Kiss.

You push Rafe’s head back just a little, your hands holding both sides of his face so he’s looking right at you, no longer hiding his face in your neck to press more kisses into your skin. His hair’s a bit messy where you’ve been running your hands through it, lips spit slicked and a little red, perfectly matches the rouge dusting his cheeks. You can’t help but admire your handiwork.

Half of you just needed him to pull off of you before your pulse point gave away how much his touch was affecting you, but the other half of you is intrigued by what he said.

“When are you gonna tell me what your project is?”

“When it’s done, sweetheart,” he grins, shifting up your body to kiss you on the mouth. “How many times do I have to tell you that?”

You tug him down to get lost in him for a little longer, feeling one of his thighs press into your own to push your leg up just a bit higher, giving him more room to settle in. You pull back when another thought comes to mind; you half expect him to be annoyed, just want you to stop talking so you can keep kissing. But Rafe is pulling off immediately, hand reaching up to tuck some stray hair behind you ear.

“And did you say you were waiting until I was free?” you ask. You expect a blush on his cheeks but he just laughs, pecking your lips again before quirking an eyebrow.

“What else would I do?”

“You have so many things you could do here, Rafe.”

“But none of them are you,” he says, like it’s obvious. “Why would I waste my time?”

“Rafe,” you whine, feeling the skin of your cheeks burning. Your bodies are pressed right together where Rafe lays over you, supporting himself with his elbow on the side of your head. It’s warm tonight, so he’s got on athletic shorts and an old t-shirt, hair originally tucked under a college hat. You were dressed casual too, in leggings and a t-shirt, at this point wishing you’d worn shorts just so you can feel more of his skin against yours—just so you could feel more of Rafe.

The two of you had laid together on your backs for just a little while, innocent enough but still with your sides pressed all the way together. But then there was a lapse in conversation, your intertwined hands stilling where you’d been tugging on with his rings—Rafe had flipped his hat backwards before he leaned into kiss you.

But as soon as he rolled over you and situated himself between your thighs, it’d been knocked off to the side, your hands tugging on his hair.

“Did you go golfing with them after work?”

“Nah.”

“Hm, we should go.”

“You hate golf. How, I’ll never understand. I can’t believe you grew up on Figure 8 and still can’t play a decent game of golf.”

“S’boring,” you shrug, fiddling with his shirt collar. Rafe narrows his eyes. “I like the pilates classes better. Yoga’s fun too.”

“You went with us all the time in school,” he says, stopping suddenly to look back up at you, hips fully pressed into yours at this point. “Just wanted to sit and watch me, huh? In your little skirt, asking me to pay for your mimosas—”

“Raaaafe,” you groan. “Stop.”

“No, you’re so cute. Fuck.”

You just roll your eyes, letting him slip a hand under your shirt, his thumb slipping under the high waist band of your leggings as he splays it across your stomach. “Get down here.”

Rafe leans down and lets you kiss along his jaw, only shying away a little bit when you get to the ticklish spot near his ear, smiling when you laugh. He’s got a hand in your hair, cradling your head in his hand so you don’t have to lay it on the ground, your ponytail long ago tugged off by Rafe (he slid it on his wrist for you to take back later).

“What?” he asks, when you pull off and smile up at him. His thumb strokes along your jaw, eyes searching your face. “What are you thinking about, baby?”

You roll your head to the side to kiss his palm. “That I can’t believe we’re both 21 years old, making out in your truck like teenagers.”

The way Rafe’s smiling down at you makes you just have to surge up and kiss him again, thumb swiping over his bottom lip when you pull back.

“You would’ve never, ever let me bring you up here when we were teenagers. But don’t tell me you never thought about it,” he says confidently.

And this fucking boy—of course you had thought about it.

When Rafe had texted you this afternoon to ask if you wanted to take his truck up to one of the lookouts that night, you blushed like the teenager you used to be, the one that was always wishing Rafe would notice you. Of course, a few weeks into this summer romance you’re starting to see all it would’ve taken was you being a little less blind.

But here you are all the same, if a few years late, letting him drive you up the mountain, spread a few blankets out in his freshly cleaned truck bed and casually take you apart with his lips on your skin while you two just chat about your days. And you can’t even wrap your mind around it now, but you know you would’ve let him mack on you in high school, too—not that he needed to know that, at least not yet.

When you don’t say anything to his accusation, biting back giggles until he realizes you’re fucking with him, his head snaps up. He catches your smile, rolling his eyes. “You think you’re so funny. Jesus, Y/n/n.”

“M’sorry,” you giggle, sucking in your breath when he tugs your t shirt collar down. “You’re just so cute when you’re oblivious. Of course I thought about it.”

“Oh, I’m oblivious?” he laughs incredulously, eyes flickering over your face. “C’mere.”

It’s a useless command, because he’s the one hovering over you, in control while you lay under him. But you still feel a shiver at the way he just can’t seem to contain himself, can barely pull off of you to say something before it drops off to a murmur that his lips are pressing into your skin.

“Wait, not on my neck this time,” you pant, hand tugging at the hair on his scalp. “Please? I’m almost out of concealer and it’s gonna take forever to ship out here.”

“Did you not buy any before you moved home?”

“When I came home, I didn’t exactly plan to spend the entire summer letting you bite me,” you laugh.

He narrows his eyes. “But you like it.”

“A little.”

“Well. Since you said please,” he says lowly, moving to suck a hickey into the front of your shoulder instead, blunt nails digging into your skin a little while he stretches the collar of your shirt. “Here good?”

“Mm. Mhm,” you hum, feeling his teeth brush your skin, before he’s pulling back and pressing kisses from the mark back up to your mouth.

His thumb immediately presses into your shoulder, smirking when you let out another whine.

“A little, huh? That’s what I thought,” he laughs, his breath fanning across your neck. He leans back abruptly, rising to his knees and holding his hand out to pull you up. “What are we gonna do with you?”

You follow his lead, leaning up to give him one more kiss that’ll leave him in a daze, moving around him to hop out of the bed. Rafe balks at you doing it without his help. You just shoot him a look over the side of the bed as you walk to the passenger seat. “You could take me home.”

He scrambles to open your door for you.

[wheeier]

no taking back

summary: it was only fun and games. but steve had other plans.

warnings: modern au, tooth-rotting fluff i guess, little but of swearing

+ olivia rodrigo’s sour album (stream besties), the movie tangled at the end because it just radiates as a comfort movie

yes a modern au !!! i just saw this on tiktok (the sour part, but the rest was my idea!) and thought it was so cute so it gave me an idea to make it as a fic, enjoy !!!

steve harrington x fem!reader

olivia rodrigo’s new album just released and you were thrilled to listen to it and stream it the whole day.

when you finally got to listen to it, you asked your friends—robin, nancy, and the party, if they listened to it and which ones were their favorites.

robin told you that her top three were hope ur ok, jealousy, jealousy, and brutal.

nancy said she really loved favorite crime.

max said hers was also brutal.

el told you that she played good 4 u and traitor on repeat that hopper had to go into her room to turn it down.

when mike comes over to the cabin he can assure that el does indeed play them on repeat and get pissy about it (but he secretly loves the album, but he wouldn’t let her or anyone know that).

and lastly lucas and dustin are fans of deja vu and 1 step forward 3 steps back. max even told you that they would sing the bridge of deja vu on the top of their lungs.

you slightly laughed at the memory of them telling you about it.

however, there’s one more person that you haven’t talked to about it yet.

steve.

your smile faltered and faded when he came across in your mind.

your feelings for him had deepened over the time and listening to the sour album made it feel like you two had broken up, which in fact, is not true because you were never together in the first place.

suddenly, an idea popped in your head. instead of being sad about steve, you thought about texting him, although it’s almost 1AM, you knew he’d still be up.

Sailor Man

You: hey

You: u up?

Sailor Man: duh

Sailor Man: this has been our nightly routine u always bother me when i’m about to go to sleep

You: fuck off

You: don’t pretend that you’re not binge watching outer banks until 4am

Sailor Man: i’m not?!?

You: yeah right

You: anyways

You: can u do me a favor

Sailor Man: will i get free pizza afterwards

You: no

Sailor Man: k

You: what the fuck

You: fine

Sailor Man: hehe

Sailor Man: what’s the favor ;)

You: dont get me started with that winky face i swear ure so dead when i see you at the wheeler’s house tomorrow

You: have you listened to olivia rodrigo’s new album

Sailor Man: ohh the bitter album?

You: ITS SOUR DUMBASS

Sailor Man: I DONT KNOW?!?

You: I CANT DO THIS HJAGSK

Sailor Man: shut up

Sailor Man: i’ve heard some of the songs but i haven’t fully listened to them

Sailor Man: why

You: can you like

You: ask me to be ur girlfriend then break up with me right after so i can experience and actually feel the whole sour album

Sailor Man: what

You: just do it !!

Sailor Man: you’re so funny (y/n/n)

Sailor Man: okay

Sailor Man: will you be my girlfriend?

You: yes !!!

You: ...

You: hello

You: dont tell me u fell asleep

Sailor Man: i’m not doing the last part you might as well forget about it

You: wjat

Sailor Man: :D

You: wtf

You: okay steve cut it out i’m not doing this anymore u’re not funny

Sailor Man: nope

Sailor Man: go to sleep we’re dating now that’s how this works

Sailor Man: okay i dont know if you’re still reading this now and i am terrified to say this to you in person like TERRIFIED. might piss my pants if i did. so (y/n/n), my favorite dumbass, my favorite person to talk to at night even if it interrupts my binge watching marathon, you make me so happy to the point that even when i sleep you’re still in my dreams. i like you. i have like the biggest fattest crush on you. and thank you for doing that sour album thing or whatever, because of that i get to finally ask you out

you rolled on your back after you read the message, facing the ceiling as your mind processed what just happened. was he playing with you? was he actually serious about asking you out?

Incoming video call...

Sailor Man

you took a deep breath before tapping the green button and placing it back down on the bed.

“hey,” you can tell that he was tired based on his voice. “can you show your face, please? i miss you.”

ignoring the butterflies in your stomach, you hesitantly lifted the phone and shifted your position to lay on your side. “hey.”

“hey yourself.” steve grins. that stupid grin that makes your stomach turn, that grin you always want to see everyday.

“what’s..up?” you avoided looking at him and started to admire your surroundings and the posters placed on your wall. this was the only time you were glad you weren’t with him in person.

“i just wanted to see if you’re okay.” of course he will ask that. he's steve. he cares about other more than himself.

“i am, thanks.” you showed a smile that doesn't reach your ears and steve knew something was bothering you. “hey, look. i'm sorry about my confession- if it made you uncomfortable i'm sorry-”

“no,” you cut him off, looking back at his face on the screen. “i’m fine, really. you don't have to apologize. i was just, surprised.”

there was silence between the two of you for a few seconds, before you spoke again. “did you mean it?” you voice was only above whisper but steve managed to hear them. “of course,” he answered almost too quick, without any hesitation. “i've been trying to find the perfect opportunity and had been asking god for signs because i can't make a move myself-”

“asking god?” you chuckled and steve smiled hearing them, glad that he somehow lightened the mood. “well, more like begging.” he continues and you giggled.

once your laughter died you both fell into silence again. you still couldn’t believe that out of a fun joke, it would turn into a whole another situation. “so, um.. just so you know, i’m not mad, or upset, or anything. i really was just surprised. it felt like a dream because i didn’t know that you like me back and all i did was just supposed to be a fun joke but—”

“hold on, back?”

“what?”

“like you back. you said i like you back.” steve sat up on his bed and fixed his hair as his eyes widened. “i did...” you said slowly, not catching up.

“does that mean you..”

then it hit you. “oh, right. yeah. i- i like you..too.” you waited for his reaction and once you saw him smile you couldn’t stop yourself from doing the same.

“i knew it. and well, i guess that confirms it. we’re dating now. no taking back.” he smirks then laughs when your rolled your eyes. “don’t flatter yourself, harrington. i did not say shit.” you pointed your index finger on the screen, barely containing your giggles.

“based on your beautiful smile i think you don’t need to say it. i like you, and you like me. we’re dating.” steve gives you a teasing smile. you tried keeping your serious face but it won’t last longer so you finally smiled again. “alright, fine. no taking backs. we’re dating.” you said then laughed as he whisper-yelled ‘yes!’ while fist pumping the air.

he soon joined your laughter and you stayed like that until your jaw was pretty much in pain because of your smiles. when it was all quiet again, you both just admired each other’s presence through the screens of your phones. “i wish i was there with you.” he mumbles. “yeah, me too.” you hugged your cold pillow beside you, closing your eyes for a moment and imagining it as steve.

“are your parents home?”

you snorted at his random question. “i’m actually alone right now, they’re out because dad got promoted at his work so he and mom and i think a few friends went out to celebrate. they should be home by an hour or two. why?”

“nothing.” was all he said before hanging up. you were left confused but then he’s your best friend after all, so you knew right then and there that he’ll do something stupid. after you turned your phone off you suddenly felt watching a movie so you went to the kitchen to make some popcorn.

when it was finished and had been put in a bowl, that’s when you heard your doorbell rang—in a pattern which you recognize, and only one person does that.

you let out a quiet laugh when you realized who it was and set the bowl on the counter before opening the door.

“hi!” steve greeted you with a smile. “uh, hi?” you laughed nervously and stepped aside for him to go in. “i smell popcorn, are we having a movie night?” he says as he steps inside and shrugged off his jacket. “actually yeah, i’m planning on watching—”

“tangled.” he finishes off, you subconsciously smiled upon hearing your favorite movie. “how’d you know?”

steve snatches a few popcorns from the bowl as you both arrived in the kitchen. “(y/n), you have watched that movie 7 times this week and always gush to me about it.”

“well, you’re the only one that is around my age that i can talk to with that movie. robin and nancy aren’t that into it.” you replied, grabbing the bowl and making your way back to your bedroom, steve following your heels. “and you think i’m the best option to talk to about that?” he asks, plopping down on your bed and resting his back on the headboard.

“you’re not complaining.” you shrugged as you grabbed your laptop and sat beside steve.

“yeah, probably because i like you.” it came out of his mouth casually. you froze in place and felt your cheeks heat up, finally nodding your head slowly, “..probably.” as you typed in the movie in your laptop you felt steve scoot closer, making your breath hitch.

you were both in a comfortable silence while watching the movie, except for a few jokes and comments that steve makes and him explaining how similar he was to flynn rider.

“you know, since i’m eugene, you could be rapunzel.” he suddenly says. you eyes were still on the screen but your eyebrows furrowed. “why? i’m nothing like her.”

finally looking at steve, you almost screamed how he was already looking at you. “oh, you are so rapunzel. you may not have the longest hair in the world, but you are pretty much similar.” he replies, smiling and not taking his eyes off of you.

you paused the movie and shifted your body towards him, intrigued by his explaination. “how so?”

“well, first off,” steve starts, resting his hands on the soft mattress. “you’re both sweet, you’re both a huge ray of sunshine, have gorgeous eyes and smile, and eugene is head over heels over you — and since he doesn’t exist in real life, i’d like to be the substitute.” he finished with a confident smile.

after about three seconds, you burst out of laughter. you laughed. as much as he loves the sound of your laugh, he can’t help but pout. “(y/n), i’m trying to be sweet here!”

“i’m sorry!- it’s just- i can’t help but laugh at your flirting.” you managed to say between your laughs. you know he’s kidding but he looked at you like he was offended.

your laughter died down and held steve’s face. “it’s cute, sorry.” you mumble with a little laugh. when he finally smiled you turned to your laptop and continued the movie.

steve gazes at you for a few more seconds before watching the movie with you again. “thank you.” you whisper, glancing at him.

“you’re very much welcome, my rapunzel.” he says smiling before he slides a bit down on the bed so his head could reach your shoulder and rests it there.

you giggled as you heard him whisper,

“thank you, olivia rodrigo.”

[the-lady-writes-what]

Like Father, Like Son

Summary:

You're minding your own business when your college bestie, Hitoshi Shinou, embarrassingly points out your big, fat crush on your very own teacher, Professor Aizawa. These things happen, right? You can't help yourself. But when Hitoshi starts to leave you cryptic messages, you're bidden to come to Aizawa's classroom. He's there and Hitoshi arrives. You're left wondering for a brief moment why these two men are in the same room together and with you. A kiss here and a grope there, you find out pretty quickly what they're up to.

College Professor!Eraserhead/Shouta Aizawa x Reader x College Student!Hitoshi Shinsou (19-22)

Hitoshi Shinsou has been aged up for this fic. I do not write for characters under the age of 18.

Content: oral (receiving and giving), cream pie, DILF, forbidden college professor, public sex, spanking, mild name calling, pet names, hair pulling, father and son tag team

                                                        ---080---

Students shuffled in their desks at the bell's sound, which only served to perturb Professor Aizawa. However, he was too tired to chide them for not letting him dismiss them instead of the bell. You gathered your things and slid your backpack unto your shoulders. Butterflies swarmed your stomach. Barely nineteen, you came across your first adult crush when you walked into Professor Aizawa's classroom. To most, he didn't appear to be the first choice when it came to college crushes. He was lean and well-built to be sure (only you could tell beneath all that black he wore), but Professor Aizawa looked tired all the time. His scruffy face, messy hair, and rough personality did not make him a favorite among the female students. Most considered him too lazy to take care of his personal appearance.

But you?

The rough and tumble exterior made him unconventionally attractive. Those dark circles under his eyes were proof that he put in sleepless nights working for his students. His dark clothes showed off some of his well-earned muscles once you looked close enough. Aizawa's unshaven face just made him rugged and distinguished from the baby-faced freshman who tried hitting on you. This was a man, not a boy.

"Have a good evening, professor," you said in passing.

He didn't say anything in return as he gathered up the army of papers sitting on his desk. Without looking, he waved good-bye. You entered the halls and started making your way towards the cafeteria. Once you paid for your meager meal, you went to work finding your usual table with your friend. Hitoshi was easy to find. He was the quiet type whom many confused for an artist or a druggie. Something about him made you quiver a little too. He wore the same bored expression that almost matched Professor Aizawa's. Of the two men, Hitoshi was closer to your age than the professor. You sat down with butterflies returning to your stomach.

"How was class?" Hitoshi asked.

"Huh?" You'd been so busy trying to keep the butterflies at bay that you weren't paying that much attention.

"I said 'how was class?'"

"Oh. Uh, it was good," you answered.

"Staring at Professor Aizawa again?"

"Shut up! It's not like that you and you know it." You pouted.

"Is it?" Hitoshi teased. "I see the way you look at him. You make googly eyes whenever you see him in the hallways. It's almost sad, really."

"I don't make googly at Professor Aizawa. I just…admire from a distance."

"You could admire up close and personal," said Hitoshi, who then took a bite out of his cheeseburger.

Your face turned bright red. It wasn't illegal, though some prudes might consider the age difference scandalous. Professor Aizawa wasn't old at all, but he was almost twice your age. Besides, you didn't need to be one of those students who slept with their professor to get good grades or have rumors saying you did.

"Don't…don't joke like that." Or you just might take him seriously.

Later that night, as you lay in bed, your eyes stared vacantly at the ceiling. You couldn't find sleep even when you looked for it. As quiet as possible, you crept out of bed and made your way into the hall. You snuck past the RA's room, up the stairs, and crept into the boys' dorm. You heard behind closed doors snoring, late-night conversations, and even video games. You concerned yourself with only one room at the end of the hall. You gently knocked and waited with bated breath. You heard someone shuffling around and crossing the floor. The door opened.

"Do you know what time it is?" Hitoshi yawned.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Can I come in?"

Hitoshi raised a questioning brow at you. "What for?"

"I can't sleep. Please?"

Hitoshi pulled the door open wider for you to enter. You ducked inside quickly in case the RA for the boys' dorms decided to make a late-night inspection.

"You're damn lucky Denki sneaked into his girlfriend's room earlier. Not that he'd snitch."

"Not unless he wants the RA's to know what he's been doing," you chuckled.

Hitoshi crawled into his bed but left space for you. You climbed in with him and pulled the covers over both of you. Hitoshi was the perfect gentleman and kept his hands to himself. Although, that was easy because he was already nodding back to sleep.

"Why were you awake at three in the morning?" Hitoshi yawned.

"I told you. I couldn't sleep."

"And sneaking into my room for G-rated pillow talk is going to help you fall asleep?"

"Maybe. Look, I," you paused.

"Yes?"

"I had a weird dream, okay?" You huffed this time.

"Oh?" Hitoshi's tone sounded curious if but a little tired.

"Yeah. I dreamed about…well. Okay. Promise me that you won't laugh."

"I can't make any promises."

You inhaled sharply through your nose and exhaled through your mouth.

"I dreamed of doing it with Professor Aizawa." You said in one breath.

You hid your face with your hands and waited for Hitoshi to bellow with laughter. You waited and waited. You felt the bed shift. Slowly, you moved your hands away from your face to see Hitoshi lying on his side. You expected to find a smug know-it-all smirk on his face, but Hitoshi looked a little humble. No. That wasn't right. Humble wasn't quite the word you'd describe his face at this moment. There was a certain kind of sadnessresting in his tired eyes, but you couldn't tell with any certainty because you lay down in darkness. Only the occasional wink from the moon spilled between the blinds gave you any light. His eyes kind of looked glassy in the shadows from little light you had.

"It gets worse," you muttered.

"What? Did Denki join in?" Hitoshi laughed, and it didn't escape your notice how bitter the noise sounded.

"No," you felt your cheeks warm as blood rushed to your face. "You did."

You felt Hitoshi's eyes on you. You made to get out of the bed to avoid an ugly, awkward conversation, but Hitoshi stayed your hand. By kissing you.

You didn't see it coming until it was too late. Hitoshi maneuvered on top of you before you could leave. His lips were on yours before you could ask what he was doing. His hands were on your waist, squeezing you. The kiss was hard, sudden, and begging for you to reciprocate. With a sigh, you caved. You didn't question it but fell headlong into the kiss. Your hands reached behind his neck and clasped fingers together. Just when you think one or both of his hands will wander under your shirt, Hitoshi pulls away.

In the dim moonlight, you see him smirking down at you and then plops right down into the bed. You are so dazed and confused that it takes you a full minute to realize what just happened. Hitoshi kissed full on the mouth then had the A-U-D-A-C-I-T-Y to pull away and go back to sleep. Hitoshi put his back towards you. You get on your side and shove his shoulders.

"What the hell was that about? You can't just…You can't leave a girl hanging?"

"It's also three AM, and I have an eight AM class. We'll talk about it in the morning," he said.

"You've got a girl in your room, and one who's perfectly willing and just going back to sleep?"

"Uh, huh."

You snatched the pillow from under his head and gave him a good smack a couple of times. You lay back down, turning your back to him. Sleep didn't come easily, but at least you didn't have more dreams.

Evidently, you and Hitoshi didn't talk that morning. When you woke up, he was gone. You quickly snuck back into your dorm and went immediately to your phone. No calls or texts from Hitoshi indicated that he didn't want to talk about it, and everything else was just a rouse. You swore that the next time you saw him, Hitoshi Shinsou was getting a piece of your mind, whether or not he liked the words you had to say. You texted him and even left a voicemail.

No response.

You cleaned up, walked to class, and sat down. Try as you might, you couldn't pull your head out of last night's events. Hitoshi kissed you so suddenly and then refused to talk about his feelings. Clearly, he had some about you but wasn't too fond of sharing them. You half-listened to the professor throughout and left your mind to wander. By the end of the lecture, your phone pinged. You snatched it up. Lo and behold, the little bastard texted you.

I'm sorry about last night. I didn't know how to put it into words. I'll meet you in Aizawa's classroom when you're done.

You rolled your eyes. You didn't reply but thought it would be better to get it out in the open. Although, you wondered why he wanted to talk to you in Aizawa's classroom specifically. Why in the school buildings at all and not the dorms? Why not do it in privacy? These were just more questions for you to ask when the time was right.

The rest of your day went along as normal could be. A nagging thought pressed from the back of your mind that something was amiss. You didn't feel yourself in danger, but there was a lingering sensation trapped in your brain that told you to expect…what? Expect what, exactly? You had no idea. Perhaps your intuition was wrong. Hitoshi wanted to confess his feelings (or whatever he planned to say) at a place most convenient to you. If you finished class, it would be a pain to walk all the way over to the dorms just to talk to him. Even then, it was a minor inconvenience, and meeting in a public space wouldn't be wise. You'd have to wait to figure out what he meant by doing all of this.

When the hour arrived, you noticed something peculiar about Professor Aizawa. Usually, he started packing up his things as your class was the last of the day for him. Instead, he sat at his desk, sifting through his phone.

"Good night, Professor!" You said in passing, biting your lip.

Yes, you still remembered the raunchy dream you had that left your thighs slick. Before you even snuck into Hitoshi's dorm room, you changed pajamas. Aizawa didn't confirm that he heard you or stopped scrolling through his phone to glance at you. He typed away and ignored you. Shrugging your shoulders, you didn't think much of it. You passed his desk, made your way over to the door, and reached out to open it. Before your fingers even grazed the knob, the wood and glass door swung open with a whoosh. Hitoshi stood in the doorway before you.

"You wanted to talk to me?" You lowered your voice. "You know, about last night? Mind if we take this conversation somewhere more private." You gestured to Professor Aizawa, still sitting in his chair. Only this time, he wasn't fiddling with his phone.

"Oh, no. He's good," said Hitoshi. "In fact, I asked him to be here."

"Wait. What?" Your brows furrowed.

Hitoshi closed the door behind and locked it. You were so distracted by Hitoshi's Cheshire grin that you failed to notice the footsteps behind you. Aizawa had moved from his desk and crossed the floor to meet you. His strong hands pulled the shoulder straps of your backpack off of you and gently tossed it underneath an empty desk.

"Hitoshi, what's going on? You're really freaking me out."

An arm like a redwood tree trunk wrapped around your waist. Another hand wandered up to your head and gently brushed your hair to the side. Warm lips caressed your neck. Bristles of hair tickled you and made you squirm. Not that you were really going anywhere. Aizawa caged you with only one arm.

"Pro-Professor?" You were more bewildered than frightened.

Hitoshi leaned against the wall to watch. He had his arms folded across his chest, but his smile was devastating. "Just fulfilling your fantasy, princess. I thought you liked Professor Aizawa?"

"I-I…"

"Cat got your tongue," asked Aizawa.

Teeth nibbled on the junction where your neck met your shoulders. Aizawa's fingers spread out and splayed against your ribs. Your heart thundered in its prison and threatened to escape. Your knees began to buckle, but Aizawa's superior strength kept you from winding up on the floor. It would have been more humiliating to land at Aizawa's feet with Hitoshi watching. Your head was spinning out of control.

"And I know that you like me," said Hitoshi. "Don't blush like that. You can't deny it."

You then noticed how hot your face was. Without even looking in a mirror, you could feel all of your blood gathered in your cheeks. The tops of your ears were red, too, like someone pinched them.

"B-But why…why all this? Why me—" You gasped, then your gasp became a moan.

Professor Aizawa roughly grabbed your breast and played with it over your clothes. His other hand massaged your hip. And his lips? Gods, his lips never left your neck. It was a blessing and a curse. Aizawa licked and suckled wherever he could get his mouth on your flesh. You stared at Hitoshi, who did nothing more than grin like a mad man.

"Do you want to answer her, or should I?" Hitoshi was obviously talking to someone other than you.

Aizawa removed his mouth from you, and you were almost sorry for its loss. His hands, though, remained. Groping and playing with you while he made his answer.

"From day one, I wanted to bend you over my desk and fuck you. I wasn't prepared to see somebody like you, Y/N, to walk into my classroom. Then I find out from my son that he found someone he liked too. To my shock, they were one and the same person. You. Hitoshi took a liking to you and told enough about you to keep me up at night."

"Wait? Son? You mean…" You'd been glancing over your shoulder to get a peek at Aizawa, whose hands never stopped moving before you snapped back to Hitoshi.

"Yeah, that's me," said Hitoshi. He took one dangerous step towards you than another.

"But you two…"

"Adopted." Hitoshi now stood arm's length away from you. "The real question now is: do you want us to stop? Two boyfriends are one thing, but can you handle a father and son duo? All you gotta do is say no right now, and you can walk away."

"What…what happens if I say yes?" You asked.

Heat pooled in your lower belly. Hitoshi's violet eyes pinned you where you stood as if that was all it took. His apparent father, Professor Aizawa, resumed his work on your neck and teasing you with his hands and lips. Hitoshi licked his lips and groped the breast that hadn't been possessed by his dad yet. Your knees wobbled and threatened to give out if not for Professor Aizawa supporting you. Hitoshi reached out, grabbed your jaw, and cupped your chin. You were forced to look him in the eye, which didn't help your situation down below.

"Saying yes means no going back. Once we start, there's no stopping unless you scream bloody murder. If you want to be fucked stupid, now's the time to answer, kitty."

You swallowed hard and nearly choked on the lump that formed in your throat. Aizawa began moaning next to your ear while still massaging your breast. Hitoshi's and Aizawa's hands worked your pleasure to the point you felt yourself dripping beneath your jean pants. Soft sighs escaped you. Your calm, rational brain couldn't come up with an excuse not to say yes. The thrill and fear of being caught sandwiched between two men—one of whom was a teacher no less—and in such a public space sent a shiver down your back. Aizawa's hands felt bigger than Hitoshi's, but his son had softer ones. The dichotomy caused a new wave of sensations to crash into you and pulled you towards unknown depts. What lay at the bottom frightened you, but you also knew that nothing was gained by sitting at home, waiting for Prince Charming.

"Your neck tastes pretty good," said Aizawa, "I wonder what the rest of you feels like." His fingers dug into your hip, and he squeezed your breast a little harder.

Your head rolls back and your eyes closed, lost in the pleasure. You bit your lip to contain the moans and sighs trying to come out of you. You're too scared that someone might hear and find you in a peculiar situation.

"Nobody's gonna hear. We're the last ones to leave, and the janitor saved this room for last. We won't be disturbed," said Hitoshi.

You were curious what he meant by the janitor saving this room for last. Your mind was preoccupied with the steady hand teasing you. Your mind was already made up by that point, you might as well say it aloud. It was just a matter of getting your stubborn tongue to cooperate.

"What's it going to be, Y/N?" It was Professor Aizawa this time with a question, but he growled it in your ear.

Goosebumps rose across your flesh. Hands—you're not sure whose—tore down the zipper of your hoodie to reveal a thin tank top and pull the outer garment away from your shoulders. Two mouths latched onto your newly exposed skin. Your feet were kicked apart. Hitoshi let go of your chin in favor of gliding it down, down, down. You gasped when he cupped the apex of your thighs.

"I can feel you getting wet even through your jeans, Y/N. You want this, don't you?"

Without thinking, you nodded. Their hands, their mouths, their deep voices, you wanted them to use your body until you couldn't tell who was who anymore. Sleeping with your professor and his son at the same time, should have raised alarm bells. It was wrong on many levels, but you couldn't think of a single one of them.

"Use your words, kitty." Said Aizawa.

Aizawa's hand left your hip. He dragged it across your stomach, slid it down the opposite thigh, and grabbed hold of it. Aizawa brought this leg further and higher up to the point of stretching your leg close to the edge of pain. You blushed deeper when you realized that he spread your legs wider for Hitoshi to play with you. Hitoshi rubbed his hand from back to front along the crotch seam of your jeans. Moisture gathered there as if your body was obeying his every command.

"Come on," urged Hitoshi. "You know you want to."

With a few more rubs, you were panting. You weren't sure if you screamed it or moaned, but you said it. You threw your head back, and with a groan, you said, "Yes, please. More."

That's all they needed. Hands and mouths immediately left. You whimpered at their absence, but you weren't going to be sad for long. Your world literally spun as Aizawa grabbed you, pinned you to the chalkboard, and pulled at the button and zipper of your pants. Hitoshi got rid of your socks and shoes and ripped off your hoodie. Fast hands pulled your top off and your bra. It was unfair that they only took off their shirts. You were about to protest this fact when Aizawa got down on his knees in front of you and spread your legs.

"Pay attention, Hitoshi. I'm about to show you exactly how you're supposed to please a woman."

You caught his hair by your fingers, twisting and pulling by the third stroke of Aizawa's tongue. He lapped from one end to your clit and back down. You quivered when he pulled your outer lips apart to reveal the hot button of yours hidden there. Aizawa brought his lips to your clit and sucked. He kept your legs apart by putting his hands on your thighs and pinched whenever they got too close to his head. After sucking your clit, Aizawa went back to licking your slit, which was now dripping to the floor.

"The trick is," he addressed Hitoshi without even wiping his mouth first. "Is to find the pace best for them. No two pussies are the same, and this kitty here is really sensitive. Watch."

Aizawa dove between your legs again and pressed his lips against your cunt. A rumble from his throat sent shockwaves through your body. He positively growling while slurping you up like an ice cream cone. You knocked your head into the chalkboard, which still had his lecture notes scrawled in that familiar handwriting. Your eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when Aizawa penetrated you with his tongue. He lapped at your inner walls and thrust in and out in preparation for the real thing. You had no doubts that one or both of them were going to filling you tonight. Judging by how eagerly Aizawa treated your cunt like an all-you-can-eat-buffet, you were assured of that much.

All the while, you felt more than saw Hitoshi's eyes on you. He watched Aizawa eat you out, then his gaze flickered to your face. Violet eyes fixed on you. Not wanting to disturb his dad hard at work, Hitoshi leaning against the chalkboard next to you. His hand once more grabbed your face and turned it towards him. Hitoshi brought you close to his face and pulled your lips towards his. He kissed you, and it was better than you ever dreamed about. A lot better than what you actually did dream about. His lips felt soft against yours. Soft but demanding. Hitoshi's kiss was so much more than just smooth. You felt his tongue swipe at your bottom lip, begging for entrance. He didn't need an invitation, but it was sweet of him to ask.

You parted your lips. Hitoshi imitated the movements of Aizawa's tongue in your cunt. He moved his tongue in and out of your mouth. The result made you moan and drool. Aizawa parted from you, making you whine.

"Whatever you're doing, keep doing it. She's about to come all over my face," said Aizawa before diving back in with more fervor this time.

The room filled with your sighs and the perverse sounds of Aizawa eating you. Hitoshi's other hand went to your breast. His fingers were more nimble than you thought they were. They performed magic on you. He twisted your nipple until it was rock hard and did the same for the other one. Your chest was heaving for air and in the heated pleasure of the moment. Hitoshi, let you breathe for a few minutes. He grinned down at you as he watched your face contort. You yanked on his father's head as something ripped out of you.

You crashed into your orgasm that you didn't even see coming (pun intended). Between Aizawa's stupendous tongue and Hitoshi's…everything, you wailed like a banshee. Aizawa sucked and sucked until your body could no longer handle the sensations. Aizawa came away with his mouth and chin soaked with your juices while the rest dribbled down your displayed cunt.

"Fuck," Hitoshi sighed, bringing you in for another kiss.

You were inclined to agree with him.

Aizawa rose from his knees. He wiped his mouth, spreading it over his arm. He sat on his desk, watching the two of you make out a little before breaking it off. Aizawa's lips were firmer than Hitoshi's, and he made no pretense of being gentle. You tasted yourself on him and shuddered.

"How do we do this?" Aizawa murmured to no one in particular. He moved a strand of (h/c) hair out of your face and tucked it behind your ear. "I've always wanted you bent over or splayed out on my desk. With Hitoshi here, that complicates things."

"Still could," suggested Hitoshi. "Though, it wouldn't be your desk. Where do you sit, Y/N?"

You answered quickly, and Hitoshi immediately went there. Aizawa held you up as he guided you over to your desk. As if reading his son's mind, Aizawa pressed down on the small of your back until you lay face-first into your desk. Hitoshi stood on the other side, working to undo his pants. He was inches from you, and you could reach him without effort.

Aizawa spread your legs and lifted your hips a little. You clutched your desk for dear life. You heard Aizawa adjusting himself behind you, but Hitoshi was on full display before you. Bristling violet hair made a treasure trail leading to his long cock. He moved his hand up and down its shaft while he refused to leave your eyes again. You watched a bead of pre-cum leak out of the reddened cock head while unaware that Aizawa fished himself out of his trousers. In one go, he was seated firmly in your heat. Your jaws unhinged, allowing Hitoshi to do the same to your throat. Both men groaned as your velvety walls enveloped them.

"Shit, that feels good," moaned Hitoshi.

Aizawa gave you an appreciated slap on your ass. "You're so tight, Y/N. How fucking long have you been holding out on us?"

With Hitoshi's cock inside you, you were only allowed to whimper and moan. Hitoshi bunched your hair at the back of your head in his hand while Aizawa set a bruising hold on your hips. Father and son looked at each other and nodded in agreement to some unspoken thing. Aizawa pulled back only to slam forward again. He moved first, and then Hitoshi shortly followed second. They timed their thrusts perfectly so that when one was buried deep in your body, the other pulled out almost to the tip of his cock. Each cock slid nearly the whole way out before getting shoved into one hole or another. Your arms were useless noodles clinging to your desktop like a life-saving raft. The desk's metal feet scraped the floor while your insides were being delightfully abused.

Tears streamed down your face. You were neither scared nor humiliated. The tears were a mere reaction to the overstimulation you received servicing father and son at the same time. Hitoshi reached to the back of your throat and made you gag. He tried to slow his pace so you wouldn't actually choke on him, but he was young and couldn't help himself. His dad, on the other hand, had more experience. He wasn't nearly as long as Hitoshi, but he made up for it in stoutness and skill gained only through experience. It wasn't just his cock rearranging your guts; his fingers left bruises and the hard grunts he let out when he pounded you. He evidently wasn't much of a talker.

"So good, baby. So good. Keep going. Fuck." Hitoshi loosened his hold on your hair a little bit and stroked your face and throat.

You hallowed out your cheeks. Looking up at Hitoshi, you worked to suck him off. His features screwed up as his eyes turned into a molten mixture. You could tell by instinct that he wanted to be the one fucking your cunt and had settled for your throat. You also felt how bad he wanted to see you swallow his come when it was time.

"Fuck," Hitoshi groaned. Sweat beaded down the side of his face. His hips moved faster, and his hand wandered.

You felt Hitoshi's fingers graze your throat. You shivered as those red-hot fingers held every intent on wrapping around your neck while he fucked your throat. You looked up at him and slowly nodded. Hitoshi gave you a test squeeze on your throat. Nothing to hurt or scare you with, just one squeeze. When you didn't convulse, groan in distress, or shake your head, Hitoshi put his whole hand down and squeezed for longer than a second. He felt his own cock being shoved and pulled from your throat. He pressed just a little tighter. It wasn't enough to restrict your airways, but the edges around your eyes started to blur.

"Such a good mouth. Good little cockslut, aren't you?" Hitoshi licked his hips. "Want me to blow my load? Want my cum down your throat?"

You nodded with enthusiasm. Hitoshi grabbed either side of your head and disregarded Aizawa's pace then drove his cock deep inside your throat. If you weren't choking before, you are now. Hitoshi rammed his hips into your face. His movements bounced the desk harder than before, and it was a good thing there weren't' any classes on the floor beneath this one.

Hitoshi shoved your face against his crotch as his cock swelled inside your mouth. Ropes of cum guzzled down your throat. He quickly pulled out before he was finished serving you his cum directly into your stomach. Cum splattered your face, hair, and, of course, the desk.

Having your throat painted white did something for you. The coil that had been building in your lower belly since the moment Aizawa and Hitoshi stuffed you full of their cocks snapped. Your body unwound itself around Aizawa's cock, still pulsing and moving inside your walls. You screamed this time, and Hitoshi did nothing to muffle the sound. You panted and continued to yell as you felt another coil begin to tighten within you. Aizawa's hips never stopped but only quickened. Watching you lose your mind spurred him on to take you faster, harder, and more thoroughly.

Aizawa pulled you up so that you stepped on the boots he kept on while fucking you. He pressed your back flush against his chest while he continued to fuck your cunt. You were red from head to toe when you felt Hitoshi watch you getting fucked by his father. He watched you bounce on Aizawa's cock like it was the most natural thing to do. With the nonchalance of somebody who didn't just cum down a girl's throat while his dad plowed her from behind, Hitoshi put on his shirt and gathered your things.

"He's right," Aizawa grunted. His pace was impossible to keep up with. Your walls clenched around him as you braced yourself for another one. "You're too good of a cock slut to let go. You're going to be our good girl, won't you?"

"Yes!" You screamed.

"Then take my load like a good little girl. I'm…going to fill that sweet cunt of yours."

Aizawa's hips snapped into a frenzy, beating your insides as if bruises didn't matter. Your inner walls clenched hard. Another wave spiked through you. Impaled on his cock, you let out a deep moan that felt like it came deep inside your soul's core. You shivered around him. Having you wrap so tightly around his cock, Aizawa pulled out to just the tip and shoved himself back in again. When he kissed your cervix, you bellowed as more cum shot into your body. Aizawa's spray lasted longer. There was so goddamn much of it that his cum leaked out of you when he eventually pulled out.

Hitoshi ran to get cleaning supplies and came back with an armload of warm, damp towels. He and Aizawa took their time cleaning you up, wiping away all traces of their cum with no small reluctance. They needed you presentable before you all left the building, but they didn't want their mark erased from your body just yet. While Hitoshi got rid of the evidence, Aizawa helped you into his leather-back chair and back into your clothes. When all was said and done, you were forced to hang onto them. Aizawa and Hitoshi half-carried you to the former's car. You sat in the back with your brows heavily furrowed.

"What's going on? Are we going somewhere?" You asked.

Your heart raced inside your chest; you had a feeling exactly where they were taking you. Your dorm was within walking distance. A car would be silly.

"First, we're going to get dinner," answered Aizawa as he buckled into the driver's seat.

"And then?" You dared to raise the question.

"And then we fuck you properly on a bed," Hitoshi finished.

                                                  ---080---

[ragnarachael]

Take It From The Top — Chapter 3

Paring: Guitarist!Loki x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 7,286 (IT’S SO MUCH)

Summary: Usually your days are boring, but not since this group have been coming in and brightening up your shifts. They have a little band together and gush about it as much as they can when you're serving them. You can feel some chemistry with Loki, and start talking with him more and more once he's frequenting the restaurant alone.One day, finally, Loki—the bands (hot) guitarist—invites you to one of their shows on your day off. And you're not going to turn him down, are you?

Warnings: loki playing the guitar. that’s. too hot. just so we all know. and semi naughty thoughts on your end—he’s hot, guys. flirting unadulterated? i guess? loki’s a dreamboat. that’s it. that’s all.

Notes: yes rachael DID pick a brian may hand gif for this. he’s why guitarist loki is what it is. sue me. ANYWAYS IT’S THE END! I AM SAD! BUT FIC TWO OF THIS SERIES IS IN PROGRESS! i hope u love this so far!!! bc i’m obsessed with it!!!! please don’t be shy and feel free to yell with me all you want

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F E E D B A C K! | A O 3  L I N K! | T A G L I S T  L I N K

The rest of the week seemed to drag on as you waited for your days off to come. Besides working, trying to be a normal human being as you work these horrendously long shifts, you try to keep your mind off of the fact Loki almost wrote down it’s a date.

It was a date that was intended not to seem like one, you assumed.

How the fuck do you dress for that?

“I mean,” Helen starts, on your phone via FaceTime call the day of the not-date-date. “Preferably something cute, but not obviously screaming it’s a date fit.”

“What the hell does that mean?” You question loudly from your closet. “Also, did we agree on the ripped skinny jeans?”

“Yes we did!” She exclaims. “And you’ll understand that when you’re older and get more dates.”

“We are the same age, Helen.”

The silence that fell over the two of you was comfortable before Helen starting laughing. “Whatever. So, ripped jeans. What shirt options do we have?”

“Uh,” you start, going through your shirts in the closet. “Band tees? A few tanktops, I got this cute crop top a few nights ago—“

“Do you have that one you wore out for drinks with Isaac and I a few months ago?”

“What one? The REO Speedwagon one?”

Helen was silent before huffing, waving a single hand around. “Whatever one has all those pre-made cuts and holes and shit.”

“Ah, the Metallica one,” you answer. “I’ve got it, yeah.”

“That,” Helen replies. “Wear that! It makes you look hot.”

You smile sheepishly, fishing through more shirts to find what you’re both talking about. You’ve been digging for almost an hour trying to find a decent outfit.

It may not be a date, but you want to at least look good enough to actually be asked on one, to your face.

“Did you and Henry have a good date night last night?” You ask after finding your shirt and throwing it on over your black bralette.

“Yeah! It was nice, we went to this karaoke bar. He’s a horrific singer, obviously.”

You laughed, walking over to your bed where your jeans lay. “Don’t hurt his heart by saying that, he seems like a good kid.”

“He is! He just can’t sing for fuck all.”

The two of you share laughter as you pull your jeans on so you can both judge the final outfit before deciding on it. “I’m telling him you said that the next time I see him.”

“You bitch!”

“I’ll be sure he pelts books at you, bestie,” you say, letting your voice rise in volume for dramatics as you grab your phone to peek up in the view finder, cooing when you see Helen’s dog in her shot. “Ooh my god! Is that Blackjack?”

“No, it’s some random plush I got at this thrift store—”

“Hi Blackjack!” You exclaim excitedly, ignoring Helen’s words completely before squealing quietly when he looks at the camera. “Hi, buddy! How are you? Is momma being a meanie?”

“Hey! Don’t brainwash my kid!” Helen whines, trying to cover Blackjack’s eyes from her phone. But he’s still getting excited to see your face.

“Blackjack, do you wanna stay with me while your momma gets it on with the bookstore worker?” You coo in an even more annoying tone over the phone as you walk over to your full length mirror.

“His momma is about ready to hang up on her friend if she’s gonna throw her under the bus like this,” Helen says, huffing. You laugh fondly, finally relenting as Blackjack replies with a little bark.

“I’m sorry, it’s just fun to do that.”

“If you and Loki end up getting together and get a pet for a child, I’m making your life hell.”

You find your face heating up at her words and opt to switch the camera around to show your mostly completely outfit in your mirror.

“Anyways,” you say, clearing your throat, “what do we think? Does this work?”

“Oh, yes,” Helen purrs through the phone. You laugh at her reaction, doing little poses which only entices her to cheer more. “I would call this date if I were him. You’re hot.”

“And you’re bisexual, of course you would say that.”

“Says you. You know you’re looking in a mirror, right? Bisexual help bisexual—“

You cut her off by laughing. “I’m a failed bisexual, no sex has shown attraction to me in years, and even then I couldn’t seem to make a move.”

“Hey, you still tried your best! It’s alright, now you’ve got this hot guitarist coming for you,” Helen explains as you flip the camera on your phone back to your face. “And, hey. If it works out? Imagine the tour sex—“

“Helen!”

“What! I know you haven’t ever, but still! I know what’s in those bedside drawers!”

You’re trying to hold back your laughter as you land back on your bed, head on your pillows as you keep your outfit on for the show. “Yeah, yeah, moving on.”

“For now, sure,” Helen finishes, chuckling at your reply. The two of you relax in comfortable silence. Occasionally Blackjack makes some snoring noises or small, tiny barks.

“What if tonight sucks? The band could be shit.”

“I don’t think it would be if they got a pub to basically have them perform on Saturdays. And if the guitarist is hot, wouldn’t you think the rest of ’em are?”

“Compelling argument.” You take a breath before letting out a small sigh. “Their vocalist is hot.”

“Oh?” Helen perks up, tilting her head. “Which was that at your booth?”

“The woman in the corner, Brunn.”

“That’s….so true.”

You snort, sitting up suddenly. “You literally saw her once or twice, Helen.”

“Still hot!”

“Okay, okay, I gotta get my stuff and go if I wanna be on time, we can argue over their hotness as a band later.”

Helen whines dramatically on her end as you watch her and her dog fondly start to whine together. You’re thankful for Helen, especially at this moment. You don’t think you could go to anyone else about all of this, and you’re happy she’s just here with you in it.

“I love you.”

Helen coos. “I love you too! Now go kiss hot guitar man.”

“Literally a not-first-date-date but okay,” you quip, a wide smile on your face before you’re waving through the screen and saying goodbye properly, talking in puppy-speak for Blackjack before the FaceTime call is over, and you’re stuck looking at yourself in the viewfinder of your phone’s app.

You sigh to yourself before closing the app and tossing your phone on the bed next to you. In your head, you’re figuring out the best route to get to the pub The Revengers were going to be at, all while spontaneously deciding to add a little makeup to your look. It was really only some light eye makeup, and a tiny, tiny dash of red lipstick just to have more than black with the rest of your outfit.

However, this made you have to rush to get your shoes on, as well as grabbing your keys and wallet so you could leave your bag at home. Thankfully, traffic was light as you listened to your phone guiding you through the streets, and the only problem you had was finding the extra parking for The Queen’s Pub in the back lot. You didn’t expect the pub to be so packed.

But it was almost out of spots. And it was just turning 6.

Maybe The Revengers wouldn’t be bad as your anxiety thought it would be.

Walking into Queen’s Pub is…nice. It’s got a nice industrial vibe to it, high ceilings with exposed scaffoldings and ventilation pipes, tables scattered around the spacious ballroom-like floor. The front half has lost a good chunk of tables and seats though, due to the main stage that’s farther into the building to give a makeshift pit as if it were a proper concert venue.

To your left as you make your way in, past a small pod of people near the entryway, is an expansive bar. It’s well lit with LEDs it seems, and it looks like they have every liquor known to man.

“Hi! Welcome in!” One of the younger bartenders exclaims as they shake a drink to perfection. You smile and nod their way, just now realizing how many people were actually inside.

The cars didn’t do it justice. 

All the seats were occupied, and people were standing together in small pods in the makeshift pit, around the edges of the stage. The energy was electric, and you knew everyone was here for the band that was due to play here soon.

You elect to bypass the bar for now, and make your way to the front to get a good spot to watch the band. Loki said to be here at 6 sharp, so you’re unsure if that means they’re to play soon or not.

Since everyone is just simply chatting and bouncing around to conversation, you’re basically at the edge of the stage, which you found pretty cool. And, at least Loki will know you didn’t dip. From here you noticed the front drum had the bands name on it, The Revengers.

The decal is centered, but the word the is positioned more to the left, and revengers is leaning more to the right, the R just under the final E in the word before it. It’s an interesting choice, and a pretty decent quality decal from what you can see.

You decide to pull your eyes away from the drum and the stage, taking in the rest of the pub as you stand straight. You don’t want to magically make eye contact with anyone that happens to roam on the stage prior to this. You may just lose your mind with embarrassment.

Even though the pub is alive with chatter, you still hear what sounds like tuning from a bass and a guitar. You could only think that’s Loki and Bruce, it’s blatantly obvious considering the line up of the band.

Just as you tried to listen in to whatever else was happening backstage, you noticed a large wall towards where more seating was at a slightly lower level that as filled with some band memorabilia. Granted, you didn’t know what band or bands, but you make a mental note to look at it just as the amps hum to life, gaining your attention as well as the rest of the pub goers. 

You’ve been to a few concerts, but never this close, nor this exciting for more than just you.

Everyone seems to know that cue, and come to the makeshift floor as a tall older man with a head full of greying curls come on stage with a wireless microphone.

“Hello folks!” He says happily into the microphone, not at all getting any interference from the everything that’s on the stage. “How’re we doing tonight?”

You cheer with the rest of the people, a smile working its way onto your face out of excitement. 

“Good, good,” he continues, laughing. “Well, it’s Saturday, and we’ve got some good bands up tonight. But of course, it wouldn’t be a Saturday without The Revengers, now would it?”

Everyone around you cheers a little louder, and you can’t help but continue to cheer with them as this man warms the crowd up. He cheers with everyone, holding the mic away from his mouth before he’s turning to look back stage and laugh again, the mic going back to his mouth.

“Right! Okay, well. I won’t keep them any longer, they’re getting antsy back there. Ladies and gentlemen, Queen’s Pub is proud to present, The Revengers!”

You can’t describe the uproar the audience has once the man is off the stage once his microphone is placed on it’s stand and he’s walking to the wings of the stage, clapping Thor on the shoulder as he walks by. They’re all glowing. Not only from the stage lights, but their smiles are ginormous.

You should have attended a concert a lot sooner. Because seeing all four of The Revengers like this? It genuinely makes your heart swell, you can just tell how much they love this.

And they should. You hear how many people love them in this packed pub right now.

“Good evenin’ everybody,” Brunn says into the mic as everyone calms down. “Nice to see you’re not just here for Brian and his alcohol.”

“We’re here for that too!” A random voice in the audience yells that causes more laughter to erupt both from the audience and Brunn.

“Well, same here.” Brunn’s trying to find the person, as if she’ll know who it is before entirely giving up when Loki leans close to her and starts muttering as his hands plug in his guitar to his set amp perfectly without even looking.

Your eyes are immediately settled on him. He’s basically in front of you anyways, it’s hard to not notice anything. You spot his nails first and foremost, they’re painted. It looks like black polish, but you notice a twinge of another color when the lights hit it. You’ll have to ask when you see him after their set.

After that, it’s all downhill for you and your crush from there. He’s got the tightest pair of skinny jeans on that you see between him and his instrument as he and Brunn laugh before he’s walking back to his side of the stage. Paired with that, he’s got on the tightest tank top possible, his biceps seem to be bulging slightly, and you’re thankful that you haven’t got a drink on you right now because you would have choked on it.

Loki’s….god.

“So, we’re gonna start with a little cover from a little band called Queen, because Brian won’t shut up about it,” Brunn says, pausing only to let the cheering go up again before gaining control of the crowd, “I know I know! We love Revengers singing Queen, I know. After that we’ll just sing some new stuff we’ve been working on and then Cheerful Rangers will take good care of you all about an hour after you’ve all sobered up from us. Alright?”

Brunn had to love the audience reaction. She eggs them on like it’s her job. Which, in a way it is between her day shifts at some clothing store.

“Okay! Let’s go!” 

Before the audience could react properly, Loki was already starting to play, expertly plucking the beginning to the unfamiliar song while Brunn turns around to converse with Thor quickly.

You wish you had more eyes than you do. The Revengers on stage as a group is like a well oiled machine. You don’t even know the song they’re playing at the moment, but they add their own spins on it, solos that sound longer than normal, and they’re just having fun.

It’s refreshing to see, and this is only the first song of the night.

Sure, it’s a song by Queen, but The Revengers claim it all as their own, just for tonight. Your eyes move from Brunn to Loki several times before you’re looking at Bruce and Thor jamming together in their own little world. You could watch this literally all night.

And Loki? God, Loki was a sight. Loki always made it seem like he belonged in any place he walked into once he was comfortable, but here, on the stage, he just oozed confidence. He just seemed to only get hotter not only through the song, but their entire set.

His hands just glide along his guitar as if he doesn’t even need to think much about it, yet his face is a mix of concentration and..well, you don’t want to admit it to yourself, but: sex.

It’s like he’s trying to make this sexual, and it’s making your mind go nuts.

You’re too focused in on Loki and his playing enough to forget that this is a concert and they just finished a song, so everyone is cheering. Thankfully, it’s loud, so you’re quick to snap out of the trance Loki’s set you in to clap and cheer along.

The rest of the concert after the Queen song goes exactly like it did the first time around. You’re watching Loki solely as he’s playing, you’re staring at his fingers, occasionally his face as he tilts his head up to his microphone to add backing vocals which also contribute to making you a puddle.

If you weren’t taken by Loki earlier this week, you certainly fucking were now.

Their set doesn’t last as long as you’re wishing it would. By the time they finish off their final song of the night, you’ve worked up a sweat by dancing with the rest of the small group you’ve gotten acquainted with at the front. It’s only when Brunn thanks the crowd for even bothering to show up before she’s leaving the stage do you realize The Revengers are done for the night, but Loki, Bruce, and Thor play on together for a little longer.

It’s like you’re watching a jam session, the way Bruce and Loki come together to stand near Thor’s drums and play what just sounds right before they cut their instruments off at the perfect time within each other and they wave goodbye as you and the rest of the crowd go wild.

The cheering goes on for a sliver more than you expect it to, and keeps going as you try to fight through some of the people to finally make it to the bar. Truthfully, you could leave after seeing Loki. You really saw no other reason to be here, considering you only wanted to see The Revengers in action.

And boy did you.

Once you made it onto the barstool at the nearly empty bar, the bartender that greeted you when you first entered the establishment comes over.

“Hey! What can I get started for you tonight?”

“Hi, uh,” you pause, trying to think of something you’d like to drink before just taking a breath and sighing. “I’m not really too sure. Something with vodka, I know that much. What would you recommend?”

The bartender smiles and nods. “Don’t worry about it, I got you. Do you like grapefruit?”

“I have no idea, but I’m willing to try,” you respond with a smile. The bartender nods before they’re off and making your drink. Once you know you’re not going to be asked any questions, you turn and look at the entire pub.

It’s significantly less full now. It’s pretty obvious most people were here for The Revengers and them alone. And truthfully, even if you’re biased, you don’t blame them.

But still, you felt a little bad for however many bands there are after this.

“Did you have the uh,” a familiar voice asks from behind the bar, “I don’t remember the bloody name of this thing, but it’s got grapefruit in it?”

You turn around to be met with the grey haired man who introduced the band earlier in the evening. “Yeah! Yeah, that’s me.”

He smiles kindly at you and places your drink down in front of you. “Then here you are. I take it you had fun watching The Revengers.”

“Oh, absolutely,” you respond, laughing lightly before moving to take a sip of the drink from the rocks glass, enjoying the small sour taste from the drink before being hit with the salt that was on your lips from the rim. You clear your throat before speaking again. “I was told they’d be good, I didn’t anticipate just how good.”

“Really? They’re talked about at a lot of places around here,” he explains, shocked before leaning on the opposite end of the bar. “How did you hear about them?”

“Oh, uh, through their guitarist,” you explain, your face heating up just having to think about the performance you just watched literally inches away from your face. “Loki.”

“Oh!” He exclaims, standing straight before clapping his hands together, saying your name with confidence. You raise a brow.

“Yes? That’s me.” You take a slow sip, confused as to how this curly haired man knows your name.

“I’m Brian, the owner,” he—Brian—explains with a hand placed in the middle of his chest. “I understand that’s weird, and I apologize. Loki said you’d be coming and to put you on the tab.”

“Oh.” Yeah, oh is right. Loki put you on their tab? You’re damn near close to asking if you can just go ahead and pay for the damned drink before Loki’s suddenly here and jumping onto a stool next to you.

“Hey!” Loki exclaims once you’ve turned around to actually look at him, taking another sip of your drink. “You made it!”

“Of course I did!” You say after you’ve swallowed. You noticed that Brian had left the two of you, probably to go and get Loki a drink. “Why wouldn’t I come?”

“I was just worried you wouldn’t get the note on my receipt,” Loki explains, becoming a little shy before running a hand through his hair once or twice to keep it out of his face. He’s still visibly sweaty, but not as much as he was on stage.

You could honestly just stare at him all night, the longer you look at him, the more features you find yourself fixating on. Like his slightly smudged eyeliner that makes his eyes pop a little under the LEDs of the bar.

“Please, if Helen found it she would have told the entire restaurant I was going out to see a rockstar tonight. I assure you of that.”

“You know,” Loki starts with a boyish smile, looking at you head on. “I don’t doubt it.”

You hide how you’re swooning at his stupid face by taking another sip of your drink as you snort. Smacking your lips, you speak again. “She’s that predictable, huh?”

“It’s Helen,” Loki starts before Brian is back with a small glass filled with some amber looking liquid. “Thank you, Bri.”

“‘Course,” he replies. “I’ll talk with you about the show later, but the cover was amazing.”

Loki’s beaming, giving Brian a wide smile before he’s raising his glass in Bri’s direction as he walks back off to another end of the bar you don’t bother to twist and see. Loki smiling has you smiling.

“You guys were great, y’know,” you say softly, almost in awe of the man before you. “I’ve never seen a guitarist play that fast.”

“Then you don’t know many guitarists,” Loki quips gently, sipping his alcohol before chuckling. “Sorry, that sounds rude.”

“No, no, you’re right. I don’t normally pay attention that much, but you had me hooked since the first song.”

“Since the Queen song or everything after that?”

You pause, trying to find the words to reply before just taking a breath and chuckling: “yes.”

Loki laughs with you, taking another sip of his drink. “Well, that’s good to know. You should have came last week, we had Roger to sing something for us.”

“Roger?” 

“Yeah, Roger’s the co-owner of The Queen’s Pub with Brian. They’ve been friends for years.”

“Ooh,” you nod in understanding, sipping your drink before licking at the salted rim again for a little kick. “And before I forget, can I just go ahead and pay you for putting me on your tab? Like, it’s super sweet of you to do that, but I can pay—“

“No, absolutely not,” Loki says with a playful stern tone. “Not happening.”

You pout at Loki, finally putting your drink down to arm up your hand that’s been holding the glass this whole time. “Loki..”

“I’m serious, it’s fine. Brian never lets us pay it anyways,” he explains with a chuckle, putting his glass down as well. “We’ve had it since the early days—before we even had a name, let alone songs we wrote on the napkins here, we started paying at first. But then Brian saw how much traffic comes in here, the people pay for our drinks themselves just by showing up.”

“So The Revengers gives Queen’s Pub recognition and notoriety.” You mean your statement to be a question, but you knew the answer on your own. Your smile only seems to grow, hearing more bits and pieces to sew together the story behind The Revengers. “That’s—“

“Smart,” Loki finishes for you. “I know. We’ve tried to have Brian let us pay regardless, but he’s a stubborn bastard. He tells us it’s not just ‘cause of that though. Says it’s a thank you for taking him back to his old days every Saturday night.”

You laugh with Loki this time, leaning against the backing of the bar stool. “I mean, must be nice then! Brian sounds like the best granddad a person could have.”

Loki laughs a little harder at your joke before taking his glass to swallow the final sip of his drink. “He can be, for sure. Other times, it’s almost like he’s our manager, which is weird, but we let him do it anyway.”

You snort, smiling as you listen to Loki continuing to ramble a bit more about the pub. It made your heart start beating tenfold just by how passionate and excited he was telling you just every little detail he possibly could about it. He really cared about this pub and everyone in it. You could tell just by his excited hand movements and the fond look on his face alone. And you couldn’t help but find him more endearing at this point in the night.

Somehow, an hour passes, and the next act plays. You stay at Loki’s side, both in the makeshift pit of the stage, and back at the bar for another round of drinks after Cheerful Rangers actually played an actually good gig—you hate to sound so negative, but you didn’t see it coming; especially when high schoolers romped out onto the stage.

That’s how the night goes, really. You and Loki going from bar to stage, eventually opting in to drink water after the third act of the night—some of the songs got you and Loki dancing together, and you’re back to sweating.

As someone who hasn’t had many first dates (many? Hell, you’ve only had one, and even then it wasn’t as glamorous as this), you genuinely didn’t want the night to end. But the lights on the stage come down as Brian finishes the night with a small speech about thanking people for coming out as per always, giving everyone a final cheer before everyone is cleaning up after themselves and going to their own respective tables to keep the night alive. You look to Loki, unsure of what this means for the two of you.

Are you leaving? Staying and chatting more over water? Sharing more little snacks Brian drops off with a joke about the tab?

“Hey,” Loki says a little louder than normal. He’d probably tried to get your attention before this. You turn to look at him.

“Hm?”

“I’ve gotta help pack stuff into Bruce’s car, do you want a quick tour backstage while I help out? See everyone again?”

You’re already nodding before you even properly process what you’ve been asked, Loki lacing your hands together firmly as he guides you around a few small pods of people who are still choosing to stand for the evening. 

“Oh,” you voice suddenly, noticing the door just next to stage left. “Through here?”

Loki lets out a soft laugh, nodding. “Yeah. Did you not notice Brian use it?”

You feel your face heating up from embarrassment. “Shut up.”

This only causes Loki to laugh more and make your heart want to slam out of your chest and into Loki’s awaiting hands for him to finally claim it as his own.

Now, you realize, you may have had one too many sips of alcohol. Hopefully this backstage tour makes the slight fog get out of your brain.

Loki swings the door open, and tugs you by your hand to walk through the threshold first, still holding hands as he’s right behind you and starting to take lead down the cream painted hallway.

“So, all these doors we’re starting to pass are dressing rooms,” Loki explains once you’re both walking the same pace, his hand gesturing to some of the doors he’s talking about. “Bri keeps them maintained well, even if none of us use them.”

“Will you ever, do you think?” You question, eyes looking along the walls to see all the pictures covering the walls between the doors. In almost every frame is an autographed…something. You don’t know what some of them are. Some are ticket stubs, some are headshots. Some are even playbills from New York.

“Maybe? Not too sure if I’m honest.” Loki’s stopping you both at the end of the hall, head twisting from right to left. You follow in suit, noticing that to your right, there’s a hall that leads to a wide open door to the back parking lot, and the other side you can see Thor and Brunn chatting animatedly as they both use their arms to rewrap some wire.

“To your right is the technical loading bay,” Loki explains, turning left. “I’m sure that’s obvious.”

“A little,” you quip, giggling. “But it’s fine. I’m getting a tour, you’re required to tell me these things.”

“Very true,” Loki replies, chuckling himself. This hall to where Thor and Brunn are is much shorter, and here is where you notice the main backstage area.

“Finally!” Brunn announces before Loki can beat her from speaking. “There you two are! We’ve been waiting to see you all night!”

“You could have met us at the bar,” Loki fires back immediately, his playful tone evident as he gently pulls you between Brunn and Thor. “I’m giving a tour, I’ll grab the amps here in a sec.”

“You better, lover boy,” Brunn shouts as he pulls you away to the other side of the room as if it’s miles away.

You’re laughing at their interaction before Loki’s clearing his throat. “Anyway.”

“Yes, sorry, do go on,” you say, bringing your laughing down to a giggle.

“Main backstage area,” Loki continues, a smile never leaving his face as he lets your hand go to gesture wide to the room. Brunn finishes her bundle of wire perfectly and does a pose while Thor continues rolling his share of the wire, clueless to what’s even going on.

“Wow.”

“I know,” Loki replies excitedly. “Can be fun before shows. We have a tradition to do a little shot or two before heading out. It’s a good time. The ramps closer to where the actual stage is leads to the stage, obviously.”

“Fun as hell to ride the amps down, by the way,” Brunn cuts in, her wire bundle out of her hands and somewhere in the suit case near Thor. Now she’s grabbing another wire that’s just a pile on the floor to wrap again. “Just be sure you have someone to catch you—“

“There may be a hole behind the couch and we haven’t told Brian,” Bruce cuts in, smiling nervously from his confession. “We’ll tell when we have the money for the damage. So, keep this between us.”

You hold back any cackle you may have, giving everyone a thumbs up in the room before looking to Loki, noticing a hall behind you in your peripheral vision. “I assume there’s more dressing rooms back there?”

“Huh?” Loki whips around before he’s confirming your suspicion. “Yes! It’s the same as the other hall, the door however leads to the backrooms where storage is. Not at all like the fun way we just came in.”

“Boo,” you reply teasingly. “Could at least have something more fun.”

“Tell Brian that,” Loki replies. “He tries to keep a tight ship. Roger’s the fun one.”

“Why do I believe that?”

“Because Brian is a boring name,” Thor chimes, finishing his wire and knotting it off. Everyone looks over at him, eyes wide. You and Brunn had let out some gasps when he even said it.

Thor looked up from his hands, scanning all of your faces. “What? It’s true.”

There’s a beat of silence, before Brunn breaks it.

“I’m so telling him you said that—“

“Brunn!”

“Oh god,” Bruce groans, rubbing his face with his hands. “I’m not involved.”

You and Loki turn to each other and laugh at your friends—well, his friends, really, but you’re hoping that you’re in the team at this point—fond and light. 

“I’ll just go and start grabbing those amps from the stage,” Loki says finally, Thor and Brunn’s bickering slowly becoming a background noise. Loki turns to look at you. “If you’d like you can sit and watch Thor and Brunnhilde go at each other, or help. Whichever you’d like, darling.”

The nickname Loki uses absolutely has your face heating again, and you nod, taking a breath to try and recover from the term.

“I’ll, uh,” you start, rubbing your hands together. Your brain is going a few miles per minute. “How can I help?”

Luckily for you, Loki and Bruce are quick to put you to work, taking you out on the stage and showing you how to detach their amps from the pub’s stage set up with ease. You’re in charge of making sure all the wires for them are detached and in your arms to be relayed back to Brunn and Thor in the back.

It’s a relatively easy job, and you’re enjoying watching Bruce and Loki interact a bit more for yourself. Really,  you’re happy to see all of them interact more closely than at your job. You can feel how tight they are together as a group, and it makes you feel like you’re intruding slightly.

And yet, they still welcome you with open arms anyways.

“We should be good! Just meet us out back, my car’s parked there!” Bruce shouts to you as you’re coming up the ramp. “We need someone to spot us when we pick up the amp!”

“Got it!” You call back, disappearing back behind the curtain after walking through the wings, Thor and Brunn back to silently raveling the wires you’ve brought them.

It’s not long before you’re back out in the back lot. You can see Bruce’s car just like he said. You can also pick out your car from the small smattering of patrons still in the pub. The night has gotten a bit chilly, unfortunately for you. You’ll simply have to make do.

“Incoming!” Loki shouts, getting your attention as you’re quick to be sure you’re out of his way in the doorway. The amp wheels are loud as Loki continues to speak to his bandmate over the noise. “Bruce, is your trunk clean finally?”

“Yes sir!”

You can’t hide your giggling at their conversation before Loki and Bruce are out with two of the four amps from the stage.

“Okay, so me and Bruce will lift, just be sure we don’t magically drop it, alright?” Loki explains standing straight to shake out his hands and arms and stretching them slightly. You nod obediently, refraining from making the magic joke you were thinking about.

Loki gives you a smile and a nod back before he and Bruce are on either side of one of the two amps, counting to three and positioning their hands on the bottom edges to grip and lifting.

And you want to say you’re paying attention on the amp, but you’re so not.

Loki’s ripped. You’ve noticed his biceps before, sure, but this? In action? His biceps are bulging just like Bruce’s as they lift the large amp together before it’s safe in Bruce’s trunk and you’re rolling the next one over when Bruce asks. You’re thankful for the show Loki’s arms are giving you as the second amp of the night is stacked perfectly in Bruce’s trunk.

The three of you quietly cheer before the process is repeated, and you try to hide how you’re drooling over the way Loki’s arms look for a second time. Thank god your help wasn’t actually needed. You don’t think you’d be able to make it in time before an amp actually broke.

Soon enough, Bruce’s car is packed with most of their instruments, and all the wiring before The Revengers and you are piling back out into the main lobby of The Queen’s Pub.

“Brian!” Brunn shouts in a sing-song voice, Thor immediately shouting a no! and rushing from the back to stop her from her next words. You and Loki stay back as Bruce comes in just after the two of you.

You notice the pub is significantly empty, and turn to Loki for questioning.

“The pub usually closes around this time on Saturdays,” he explains easily. “Brian lets us stay back almost always. Usually he makes us move the chairs and tables back for him so the staff can focus more so on cleaning. Y’know, since Saturdays are always packed.”

You snort, looking over at Loki as your linked hands swing between the two of you. “Really? I would have no clue. Seemed super empty.”

“Oh, stop it,” Loki responds, gently giggling and nudging you before you’re glancing at the clock that hangs just above the LEDs of the bar that Brian is currently paused cleaning to talk with Brunn.

10:05 pm. Jesus Christ.

You’ve basically spent all day here.

“Oh, I didn’t even know it was ten,” you say suddenly hand—unfortunately—letting go of Loki’s to move to the your back pocket of your jeans to check your phone. You’ve checked it periodically through the night, and there wasn’t many notifications worth your time besides a bunch of texts from Helen. “Damn..”

“Do you need to get going?” Loki asks, gently grabbing your arm and stopping the two of you from walking as you look at your phone screen. You feel Bruce walk around the two of you with a soft apology. “I didn’t ask if you worked tomorrow, I’m sorry—“

“No, no, you’re so okay,” you say, looking up at Loki with a grin as you pocket your phone. “I just didn’t expect it to be ten, I have work around noon.”

Loki mirrors your smile, and you don’t notice the four pairs of eyes on you from the bar as he takes a breath. “Well, you should get home then, shouldn’t you?”

You mimic his breath, which only causes him to chuckle. “Unfortunately.”

“Well, allow me to walk you to your car? The more fun way, of course,” Loki teases, holding his arm out for you to hook your own with his. You’re quick to playfully courtesy and lock arms, laughing with him as he guides you back through the stage door just like earlier in the night, making small talk with each other.

You’re tired, but you really don’t want this night to end. Loki’s been so lovely. Everything has been so lovely. From the dancing in the audience together to watching Loki shred on his guitar—you’ll be thinking about that for who knows how long.

Eventually when you both get outside, you switch from locked arms to holding hands one last time. You ask him about the tiny things from the show tonight now, what color is his nail polish, really. Do they coordinate outfits? What were they laughing about as he played the opening chords?

“Well, Brunn was pointing out something Brian was doing,” Loki answers. “The nail polish is some matte oil spill color, it was laying around when we were rehearsing and Brunn insisted, Brunn also forces us to coordinate if need be, because Thor will show up in the worst outfit imaginable if you let him.”

You’re laughing as the two of you are finally getting close to your car. “No! That’s so sad. Thor has fashion—“

“Absolutely not!” Loki exclaims as he lets you start to guide him. “As his brother, I am offended. He’s not fashionable. At all. Whatsoever.”

You’re still giggling before you see some of your little bumper stickers on the back trunk of your car, smiling sadly. You feel Loki gripping your hand a little tighter and so you turn around before shuffling to lean against your trunk.

“This is me,” you say finally, refraining from showing your true emotion. “Thank you for finally getting me to a show.”

“Thank you for coming,” Loki replies, smiling as his thumb rubs over your knuckles comfortingly. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

“It was the most fun I’ve had in a while, I’ll admit,” you shuffle on your feet momentarily, looking down at your feet to watch as you toe some asphalt before looking back up at Loki.

Loki’s giving you this…look. You’re not sure what look it is—actually, it seems to be something fond like how he was when he was watching his friends and brother interact—but it’s giving you this weird tug in your stomach. Almost like you just want to kiss him which, to you, is a new and exciting feeling. 

“Well that just means we’ll have to bring you out here again then, doesn’t it?” Loki questions smoothly, a small smirk quirking at the corner of his lips.

You’re grinning at those words, the offer to return here could genuinely make you squeal with where this future with him could be headed.

“Absolutely,” you say, trying not to bounce on your toes as you get off of your trunk, starting to walk backwards to your driver’s side, tugging Loki with you. “Just tell me about the next gig, and I’ll absolutely be there. For the Cheerful Rangers, of course.”

Loki scoffs and places a hand on his chest as he allows you to tug him. “Wow. They stole the show tonight for you? And I thought you were here for me.”

You laugh, finally dropping Loki’s hand to fish around in your pockets to try and grab your car keys in the slowest fashion as possible. Your skin feels arm knowing his gaze is on you before you reply.

“You’re a mere bonus, rockstar.” You like the way the nickname sounds, you realize. It fit Loki both on and off the stage a little too perfectly, especially after tonight. “I’ll catch you later?”

“Catch you later,” Loki confirms gently, his hands moving to his back pockets. “Get home safe, yeah?”

“I can try, just for you.” You’re almost back tracking, but Loki’s smiling and slowly stepping back from where you stand near your drivers side door.

“Thank you,” he replies before giving a final goodbye. You pout playfully, shouting a last goodbye back before you’re getting in your car and Loki’s headed back into the building.

Your drive home is a blur in the best way possible. For some not-date-date, it definitely felt like a date for your very tiny book. The radio doesn’t have any decent music playing, which is unfortunate. As you’re at a red light, you realize that maybe one day you’ll hear Loki on the radio. With Brunn, Bruce, and Thor. And that makes you giddy endlessly for them. They deserved it.

The rest of your drive you’re thinking about the performance, Loki’s hand in yours, the way Loki played, and it isn’t until you get home that you realize you never exchanged god damn numbers.

“Fuck!” You exclaim into your empty apartment, groaning as your keys fly to your small hall table near your door, hands pressing to your eyes out of annoyance.

[keysmashingfantasies]

i'm depressed and dying :) will you write me something sweet? you can choose who!! i just need something really comforting right now, thanks ily 💖

of course! i hope this cheers u up. and if you need to talk, i’m always here. love u bestie 💝💌💟💗💓 ps: i couldn’t decide so i did bucky, sam and loki, i hope it’s okay :D

BUCKY 

he doesn’t like to see you sad

you hide it from him at first. you don’t want to worry him, bucky has a lot on his plate already. and he’s doing so good on therapy too. you would feel so guilty to ruin it. so you keep it to yourself.

but bucky knows you like the palm of his hand. “sometimes i feel like i understand this pretty head of yours more than i understand my own, doll”, he would say sometimes

after some time of you not opening up he would lowkey think it’s because you came to your senses and decided to leave him but when he sees your teary eyes one night he quickly pushes these insecurities down. “come on, this is not about you. if she leaves then try to at least cheer her up before”

so one day you arrive to his apartment and is greeted by candles, a dinner table where usually there would be nothing but a chair and a tv. and bucky dressed sharply. instead of his usual clothes, he would be wearing a suit. you wondered if the girls from back in the day felt these butterflies on the regular seeing him like this. 

“hi, doll” “bucky, what’s this?” “well, i... please sit down”

you sit, and after a glass of wine and forced small talk, you began to talk. you were dying to know what this was all about and bucky wanted to use up every second he had left with you

“i know there’s something wrong”, he said. uh oh. busted. 

“bucky, i-” “and i’ve been crushed to see you like this but i understand, honestly”. your heart ached at just how sweet he is. 

“and this is by no means a way to try and change your mind. i just wanted to show you how much i love you one last time and-” “wait, WHAT? bucky, what are you talking about?”

“you’re leaving. because of me, that’s why you’re sad, right?” “of course not, bucky. you make me the happiest i’ve ever been. i didn’t want to stress you out- it’s just... i’m overwhelmed, that’s all. and... honestly, i’ve been bottling all up and just...”, you sighed heavily, hiding your face in your hands. 

he gently pried your hands off your eyes, and greeted you with a smile so bright you couldn’t help but give him a smile back. “doll, i love you so much. but you don’t have to make it easy on me, okay? i want to be here for you, so why don’t you vent with me while we eat and then i can make you forget about it by kissing every square inch of your skin?” “sounds perfect

SAM

you needed sam. you had THE worst day since ever and you needed sam so bad. 

you talked to him throughout the week while he was away, and it helped a bit. but it seemed like everything just built up inside of you and now you just wanted to curl into a ball and cry. and you wanted sam to hold you so bad. but he wouldn’t be back. not for another week.

you did everything you could to cheer yourself up. you wanted to feel fine and were tired of feeling miserable. “what would sam tell me to do?”, you thought to yourself. 

so you decided to take off your makeup. but before you reached for the wipes, first you brushed away your mascara stained tear tracks with your hands. gently, like he would. if you close your eyes, it’s like he was there. “shhh... i got you, baby girl... now give me a smile”, he would coo. but he wasn’t there. so you settled for wiping away your makeup and hopping to a hot shower. 

you then dug through his closet, searching for a shirt that smelled like him and instead of your sleeping short, you wore one of his briefs. you closed your eyes again. “what? at this rate i’ll have no more clothes left?”, he teased. he tried to sound angry but couldn’t help but smile seeing you wear his shirt. “but they’re so comfy. and they smell like you”, you said, going to hold him. “yeah, yeah, okay... how would you feel if you saw me wearing your clothes?”, he said, his hands going to tickle your sides. “i think you’ll look lovely”, you teased with a giggle that made his smile widen. “then imma start rocking those party dresses”, he said, making you throw back your head in laughter, giving him space to cover your neck in kisses. “now come, lil’ Sam, let’s order something”. you smiled at the memory and went to the phone.

“i’m gonna order enough for an army. i deserve it tonight”, you said as you waited for someone to pick up. after not long, you were reciting your and sam’s order by heart to the person on the other side of the line. 

“good to see you’re getting the party started for me”, a voice said as soon as you hung up the phone. you stopped for a moment, not sure if this was just another memory you were conjuring. no. no, it’s real. the smell of his cologne mixed with sweat, the sparkle in his eyes, the way you could feel his voice rumble in your chest, even from afar. 

“SAM!”, you yelled as you ran to hold him. “hi, baby”, he whispered, laying kisses on your hair. “i missed you so much, i needed you so much”, you said, holding him just a bit tighter, while some tears escaped your closed eyes. “yeah, baby. i know. i missed you too”, he said, lifting you off the ground; you promptly wrapped your legs around his waist. 

“i thought you were out on a mission”, you said, going to hold his face in your hands. “i had to take care of those guys extra quick. how am i a good hero if i don’t rescue my girl from a bad week?”, he said, making you smile. 

“i love you so much”, you said. “i love you too, baby. now let’s go, lil Sam. we don’t have much time before the food is here” “where are we going?” “bedroom. duh”, he said as he carried you. 

LOKI

“who did this to you?”, he would ask immediatly upon seeing you holding back tears. “no one, it’s... i...”, he rushed to your side, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. “you’re in your head again, aren’t you, love?”, he whispered so gently one might think he was sharing a secret, his lips against your temple. you just nodded while he pulled you closer. 

“come, love”, he said, pulling you by the hand to your room. you wanted nothing more than him and the silk sheets, before the weight of reality came crashing down on you. you had obligations, deadlines... “loki, wait. i need to-” “you need to rest, my love”, he said, giving your lips a chaste kiss. “but i have so much to do”, you complaint sounded more like a whine, and loki gave a slight smile at the pout on your lips. “it’s all taken care of, my queen” “loki, you can’t keep using your powers so recklessly! only when necessary, remember?” “nothing is more necessary to me than to ease your mind, make you smile, bring you peace... now come”

he undressed you slowly, pulliing the elastic out of your hair and letting his hands massage your scalp and thread through your locks. you hummed, the tension on your shoulders easing immediatly. 

loki helped you to lay down, easing you gently to the silk sheets that he insisted on buying to your bed. then he undressed himself, eyes locked on yours. however, there was no lust. just adoration, love. his eyes sparkled for you, like you were his entire world. 

“i am baring myself for you. you are the only one from who i keep no secrets”, he said, while going to lay by your side, his hand carressing your face briefly before returning to your hair. “i am a god and you are nothing short of a goddess. i am but a servant kneeled at you altar, begging to be at your mercy, to serve you. will you lay with me for a moment, my love? rest you mind, let me adore you?”, he whispered against your lips

you spent the rest of the day and the night on the bed, whispering sweet love confessions, making love and sleeping next to your king.

[moonlitmeeks]

༄ soft / wholesome gerard pitts headcanons

pairing; gerard pitts x gn!reader (platonic + romantic)

warnings; one very brief mention of food, one tiny alcohol mention

request; hi bee!! i know ur probably v busy rn but i just love your writing so i was wondering if i could make a request. could i please request some soft/wholesome pitts hcs? they can be platonic, romantic or both - whatever ur feeling!! take ur time, no pressure & take care of urself! thanks so much <3 - @sammijd

a/n; you're the absolute sweetest omg,, of course u can bestie!! i love pitts so i may have went a lil overboard with these,, but c’est la vie <3 thanks so much for the request and kind words lovely,, hope you're well and taking care of yourself!!

-> platonic

you have a lot of inside jokes, some going back years that just never left

it leaves everyone else extremely confused when pitts mutters something seemingly normal to you and you both burst into laughter

“what are you two laughing at now?!” “don’t worry about it knox, you wouldn’t get it”

comfortable silences!

pitts has a very calming presence which means you can just sit in silence with each other without feeling awkward or bored

sometimes you'll just lay next to each other and one of you will poke the other and start a conversation before you fall back into the silence

but on the other hand, pitts is definitely one for deep, philosophical conversations at like 3am

you'll be half asleep and just hear "hey y/n, do you think we actually have free will?"

9 times out of 10 he gets a pillow to the face for waking you up

he throws it back with a lot more force than he anticipated

its now war.

pillow fights are a serious thing for you two

its no holding back - pitts can and has knocked you off of your feet on multiple occasions

he definitely asked you to make a secret handshake with him

the problem is he's constantly forgetting it

you have to re-teach him every few weeks

pitts loves going for long drives, so please prepare to spend hours on the road with this boy just listening to music and picking up some food on the way

we all know pitts can be incredibly sarcastic (duh it’s a lamp meeks) and it’s no different with you

constant bouts of teasing - all playful, of course

especially about your height, considering this boy is an absolute giant

he’s the type of person to hold things above your head

or move things to a higher shelf just because he can

however he always ends up feeling bad and giving you whatever it was back a few moments later

“stop being an ass and give it back!” “alright sorry there you go”

he could never say a bad word about you if his life depended on it

film nights are a must

this boy loves movies but not in a film bro way, don’t worry

his favourite is fantastic mr fox

second favourite is it

but thats neither here nor there

anyways movie nights! they’re always so over the top

he gets all of the snacks he can think of and covers the coffee table with various bowls and bags of snacks

so many blankets. mountains of them.

pitts loves horror movies tell me im wrong you cant

yeah they still get him a little spooked but if anything that makes him like them more

if you’re not the biggest fan though, don’t fret! he’s more than happy to watch whatever else you’d prefer

but if you saw him crying at the lion king, no you didn’t

is more than happy for you to meet the other poets but he will get a little jealous if he thinks you’re having more fun with them than with him

“they were my friend first!” “are you seriously jealous right now?” “no! i’m simply reminding everyone of a fact, don’t flatter yourself y/n”

bff pitts supremacy i think

-> romantic

god pitts is the absolute sweetest

with him most likely being a lot taller than you, he loves giving you his clothes

he thinks you look ten times better in them than he does and insists you keep them

you’ll find one or two of his jumpers have ‘mysteriously’ made their way into your wardrobe

he has ‘no idea’ how they got there

he will also give you his coat at a moment’s notice - his mother raised him to be a gentleman!

he sees you shiver even slightly?

he’s tugging it from his body and shoving it around your shoulders in seconds and will ignore your refusals and complaints (unless you are genuinely uncomfortable)

pitts loves hot chocolate and is incredibly good at making it - you both end up drinking a lot of it, especially in winter

speaking of winter - he gets so excited

wants to do all the typical ‘winter’ activities so please be prepared to make snowmen and do snowball fights with him

if you drink, pittsie also loves mulled wine

loves the idea of subtle matching items, so when he slips you a ring that just so happens to match the one he wears on his middle finger, he can’t suppress the grin on his face

such thoughtful gifts holy shit!!!!

loves going to vintage shops/independent businesses

he just adores the cosier vibes and thinks you can find such amazing things there

i cant talk about pitts without talking about hugs

my god this boy gives incredible hugs

the moment he wraps his arms around you, you’re wrapped in warmth and he just feels safe

kisses to the top of your head yes sir!!

dance to music with him

just do it i beg

he also sings to you a lot

is he the best singer ever? definitely not. but he can hold a tune and always has a huge smile on his face so let him continue please

he likes hozier and will scream work song at the top of his lungs

study dates!! pitts doesn’t like studying too much, so doing it with his favourite person definitely motivates him (especially if he gets a kiss for every right answer but shh)

talks about you to meeks a lot

meeks teases him about this in front of you to embarrass pitts but it’s cute

if you paint your nails, pitts will ask for you to do his matching

it will probably be chipped and picked off in a few days, but he still loves it

and no, it isn’t just an opportunity to hold your hand why on earth would you think that-

listen pitts is just in love with you okay thats just how it is

okay so maybe i got a little carried away here and wrote a bit too much im sorry i just love pittsie he needs more content <3 thanks again for the request lovely!!! i can’t explain how happy i was to write these omg!

taglist; @mendesxruel @thesilverskull @pretentious-strikes @yer-erster @tall-my-beloved

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[elliesbaby]

hey bestie, can u do an imagine/headcanon (u choose) where the reader takes care of drunk ellie? thank you very much <3

ellie williams x female reader

(totally went off track here but ask and you shall receive)

the night was spent with the four of us ellie, dina, jessie and you. after hours of drinking and uncontrollable laughter we were all pretty plastered. you the least so, you planned on taking care of ellie due to her not being much of a drinker.

“HEY i have an idea.... spin the bottle!” dina yelled out.

we all looked at each other with worried eyes before we all broke out in laughter. “fuck it” you said as you grab a nearby empty bottle and put it in the middle of you all.

jessie was first and of course he landed on dina. dina did a quick fake gag and then leaned in for a fast kiss.

dina went next and it landed on ellie. you felt a pit in your stomach because after all these years it was undeniable that you had feelings for the green eyed girl. they gave each other funny looks before dina leans in. not even a second goes by and ellie pulls away.

“Its y/n’s turn!” the atomic duo, dina and jessie said.

you take a deep breath and spin the bottle with a little too much aggression.

ellie. it landed on ellie.

before you even could make eye contact with the girl she grabbed your face and kissed you hard. the kiss was entrancing, it felt like years of emotion that you held onto finally was released. the weird thing was that ellie kissed you for so long and with undeniable passion. dina eventually had to break it up.

“okay love birds break it up” dina said laughing.

ellie pulled away and came back to reality. everyone was looking at her and with the drunken state she was in all she could think about is escaping this tense moment. ellie gets up and quickly walks away. you tell the group youre gunna take her home and hurry to follow the auburn haired girl.

as you’re chasing her she quickly makes it to her house. you stop out of breath and yell “ELLIE please” she stops and turns towards you and before she could speak you say “we don’t have to talk about it please just let me take care of you”

you both walk into her quaint place. you always loved ellie’s room. it felt like home but you kept that realization hidden.

“i’m sorry i didn’t mean to-“ ellie begins to say

“hey stop its really okay, get into some comfortable clothes i’m gunna get you water and food”

out of the corner of your eyes you see her start to undress and you quickly look away to hide your glowing red cheeks. you then brought over some painkillers and water to try to help her out with the hangover thats to come.

as you sit down next to her she begins to say “y/n listen, its hard to hide how i feel when i’m around you. when i hear your laugh it feels like the weight that is on my chest is lifted, when i know you’re safe i can truly relax, you light this stupid fire in me that i’ve never felt before. thats why i kissed you like that. i like you y/n. so much.”

you look at her and before you could even stop yourself you’re pressing your lips against hers. kissing her rougher than before. you move to sit on her lap as she grabs your waist pulling you closer to her. you couldn’t help but let out a quiet whimper whenever she would bite your lip. you both pull away for air and look at each other.

“so i take it you feel the same way?” ellie asks.

“don’t push your luck williams” you say with a wink, knowing she knows you feel the same.

the girl gets up and starts to turn the lights off, assuming thats a sign she wants you to stay you lay down on her bed. she comes and squeezes as close as she can to you and wraps her arms around your torso. you felt safe. for once in your life you felt truly safe. years of imagining what ellie’s embrace was finally here. your thoughts don’t keep you up tonight. you fall asleep easily and happily

you woke up to the smell of coffee and eggs. you sit up starting to remember the past night and where you were. you look up and see ellie handing you breakfast with a huge smile.

“you always said you’ve wanted to try it so i got up early and harassed joel for some.”

she sits down next to you and starts playing with her hands out of nervousness.

you interrupt the awkward silence by saying “so about last night, i totally understand if you didn’t mean what you said i know we were pretty drunk”

“i don’t make breakfast for just anyone y/l/n” ellie hinted with a smirk.

then you feel a hand on your cheek and lips against yours reassuring you of the truth.

[babiesdreams]

Hi!! I found your blog recently and I really like your writing!! If possible, could you write smth about Y/N and Hendery being besties and she suddenly wants him to take her virginity, he agrees thinking she’s kidding and they plan it but when the day comes he’s afraid she would regret it but she makes him secure about how special he is to her and how she wants it, then since it was planned she sits on his lap not wearing panties under her dress and boom he’s beast mode on lmao thank u 💀

Omg you i- um YESSSSSS

It’s gotta be you +18 Hendery

Word count: 1.5 K (I’m so sorry I don’t even know how)

Chuckles fill the room at your comment “I want to lose my virginity with you” You really couldn’t believe you said that to your bestfriend, and honestly you weren’t expecting another reaction from him. He obviously thought it was a joke. You were laughing the pain away, unable to convince yourself of how ridiculous you were.

“Yes, I’ll take you flowers and we’ll make it romantic” Hendery says in between laughs. “I’ll scream your name nonstop” You continue joking around. “Hey but I’ll be a gentleman, we’ll take it slow” He says more serious before cracking in a loud laugh. “You? A gentleman? You’ll probably go rough in me just like nothing” You say teasing him.

“Like you wouldn’t love that” He says rolling his eyes. You chuckle lightly and let your body fall against the mattress of your room. You head is on the air, as your neck is pressed against the edge of the bed. You look in front of you, while blood gets to your brain, making your face get slightly red.

So you don’t notice when Hendery’s body moves as well somewhere on the bed. You just notice it when you feel his body pressed on top of yours. His hands are on both sides of your lying body, his face gets closer to your stretched neck, you can feel his breath brushing your sensitive skin. You blush like crazy as your mind gets full of expectations.

His tongue licks your neck from your collarbone to your chin. You flex your neck getting slightly up to look at him and he starts chuckling again. “See? You like that kind of stuff” He says getting off of you. You look at him with a deadly gaze and he chuckles. “Calm down, your secret is safe with me” He says still laughing. You roll your eyes back in your head and lay down again. 

“So when are we doing this?” He asks from his seat. You decide to continue his jokes and say “On Saturday, my home is empty” You say calmly. And he nods, eventhough you can’t see him. “I’ll be here at 8″ He says getting off your bed. He then gets in front of your and brushes your lips with his fingers. “Don’t be too inpatient” He says teasingly and you growl at him, before you bite his finger.

“Auch” He says moving to the door. “See ya babygirl” He says in a teasy tone and you just throw a pillow at him, but he’s faster, closing the door before the pillow could get to him.

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“I’m coming” You read the message on the screen like ten times, realizing the time has come. You can’t believe this is happening. In other situation you would’ve thought he was still kidding but his messages and actions told a whole different story. 

You prepared the best set of underwear you had and put it on. You looked at the mirror several times, practicing some expressions, as if you would be able to control them. And then the doorbell rings. You heart stops for a second, you try to calm down breathing slowly before going to the front door. You open the door looking at Hendery’s body.

His hands were holding your favourite kind of flowers, which he offers to you, you grab them and smell the sweet fragance. “You actually got me flowers” You say calmly as you invite him in. He chuckles nerviously and nods, getting in the house.

You start climbing the stairs, while holding the flowers in your hands, His eyes are fixed on your half naked figure, completely bluching at the inpure thoughts that his mind imagines. “So... are you sure about this?” He says nerviously as you both get to your room. You leave the flowers on your table and turn back to look at him.

“Of course” You say getting closer to him, your lips are about to kiss his but he stops your body with a worried look in his eyes. “I mean it seriously, it’s something important for you” He says looking right into your eyes. “Hendery, It’s gotta be you” You say grabbing his hands and getting them on your butt. Your lips reach his this time, in a soft kiss.

“And what are we gonna do after this?” He says getting your hair behind your eat as he looks straight at you. Your foreheads are pressed on each other and you simply smile “We’ll figure it out” You whisper and he smiles, atacking your lips again. His tongue plays inside your mouth, making you get wetter than you already were. His hand, still on your cheek since he fixed your hair, holding your face stable as he kisses you.

His body makes yours move, pushing it on the bed. He stays standing up as he removes his shirt and pants, only wearing his boxers. You look at his body and smile. “Since when did you have those abs?” You say to him and he smirks “Since always” He whispers getting on top of you.

His body presses against yours and you feel his bulge against your cunt. Your hand gets to it, touching it slightly and the boy gasps, pulling off the kiss. “Weren’t you a virgin?” He asks confused and you smirk “Virgin doesn’t mean inocent luv” You say pressing around his length and he rolls his eyes back.

Your hand gets in his boxers taking his length in your hands and moving through it. The heavy breaths that escape the boy’s mouth make you smirk widely. His lips attack your neck, leaving wet paths all over it and your body shakes at the sensation. “Don’t be shy baby. I’d love to hear the sounds you make” He says against your neck.

His words make you whimper, but when his fingers draw circles over your clothed clit, a loud moan leaves your open lips. “That’s what I’m talking about” He says looking right into your eyes “Now make those cute little sounds louder for me” He growls out and you look challenging at him. 

You try your best not to please him as easily but his fingers press harder on your clit making it imposible. He laughs at your sounds and licks the limits of your lacy bra. His hands leave their position to unclip your bra skillfully, revealing your perfect looking breasts which he licks off completely.

The sensation of his tongue over your nipples is the only thing you can think about. You hand has stopped long time ago as your brain was unable to concentrate on that matter. 

His fingers return to your cunt, but this time they get your panties off, exposing your pussy completely. His fingers travel along your wet folds and he just says. “Never seen a pussy this wet babygirl” He says teasingly and you moan at his compliment (Is it a compliment?) His fingers get inside of you, curling themselves, reaching places you hadn’t yet explored.

You moan loudly at his actions making him smik widely. “You are gonna feel something bigger later babe” He says teasingly and your eyes roll back, unable to even think straight.

His two fingers turn into three and your walls keep clenching around them. Until you decide you’re ready for his length. He gets his boxers off and get a condom out of his pants. He rolls the condom around his length and looks at you “Ready?” He asks and you nod.

He positions his dick on your entrance and starts getting in, his tip gets in you and you moan loudly. He goes slowly letting you adapt to every inch of his length, until he’s fully in. The pain surrounds you making you sweat like crazy. His fingers wipe off the sweat on your forehead lovingly, not moving at all inside of you.

“You tell me when you are ready” He says kissing your face on every inch he possibly can. You whimp loudly at first but with time, pain goes away, completely replaced with pleasure. “Move” You say in a heavy breath and he nods, moving slowly inside of you.

You feel the sloopy texture of the condom brushing over your walls as they stretch out. “You are so fucking tight” Hendery growls out, also losing it slowly. You chuckle “I’m a virgin Hendery, of course I’m tight” You say at his obvious comment. He smiles “Not virgin anymore” making you gasp lightly at his hot words.

“Fuck” You say as his pace gets faster inside of you. “Don’t stop” You moan outas your brain mixes pain and pleasure together, making the limits between both sensations unclear. He gets rougher, making you see stars and after not so long he says “I’m close” you whimper a “Me too” just before your body shakes underneath his. He smirks and cums right after.

Your breathy bodies are lying right next to each other. “So... How was it?” He says getting the condom out and making a knot with it. You look at him and ask “Did I bleed?” He chuckles at your innocent cuestion and points at the condom “Just a little bit. Why? Did it hurt?” He asks worried and you smile at him “Not as hard as I thought” 

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Hope you enjoyed it. It got really long so fast sorry lol.

Tmi: My first was kinda like this lmao.

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[wheresmybuckyhoes]

Ben Hardy Smut Part 2

Summary: You basically fuck Ben what else do you want me to say

Pairing: Reader x Ben Hardy

Warnings: Sex, Condoms, Swearing, Oral (f receiving), slight edging, pet names, nudity

Note from moi: I’m not sure if there will be a part 3 yet so I’m just going to see if this gets a lot of likes/reblogs. Enjoy lovies!

‘Sounds good to me’ you said, as you unlocked the stall door, taking Ben’s hand softly and leading him outside the bathroom. You pushed open the door, letting go off his hand and attempting to fix your hair as you stepped into the main cafe area, putting on your sunglasses in hopes to hide your flushed cheeks. The pair of you had almost made it out unnoticed when Max (the bartender who had served you before) called out to you. Ben let out a small groan before briskly leaning down to whisper ‘I’ll be waiting’ in your ear, as your inner voice let out a scream.

‘Hey y/n, can u cm’ere for a sec?’ Max was basically your bestie at this point since you saw him everyday, and had hung out with him outside the cafe. So, you couldn’t just ignore him and go shag the hottest piece of ass you had ever spoken to just yet. You spun around to walk to the till where Max was standing, feeling Ben’s eyes glued to you as he waked over to the door and casually leaned against the door frame. ‘What’s up Max?’ you asked gingerly. ‘Was just wondering when you were planning on telling me. You were banging Ben fucking HARDY?!’ he asked excitedly. ‘Shhh keep your voice down. I’m not bannnging him Max, we are just gonna go hang at mine so I’d appreciate it if you didn’t go around telling everyone’ you replied in a hushed voice. Max gave a sarcastic nod before waving his hand about as if the idea that I wasn’t banging him was lunacy. ‘I’m not. Max I’m not. I’m not’ you repeated as each time his nods grew more sarcastic. ‘Bye girl tell me about it when you come in tomorrow’ he smirked, shooing you away. ‘Promise I’ll keep it quiet’. You mouthed a quick thank you and hurried back to the door where Ben was stood waiting, eyes looking hungrily at you. You made your way to your flat.

You had reached the door after a short walk and tiresome climb up the stairs, pulling out your keys and unlocking the door. You pushed it open and stood back, gesturing with your arm. ‘Ladies first’ you said cheekily, as Ben bowed and stepped in saying ‘thank you sir’. He stepped in, looking around at the beautifully decorated flat. He ran his hands over the polaroids and photos which hung on the walls of your fashion pieces and modelling sessions. ‘Wow’ you heard him breath to himself. ‘Did you take these’ he asked as he spun around to face you, only for his jaw to literally drop. His eyes widened in surprise, quickly turning into a look of desire and lust. You see, you were quite a bold person, and that mixed with how horny you were resulted in you stripping to your bra and panties while his back was turned.

‘Fuck. Me’ he said in disbelief as he ran his hands through his hair, biting his lip and trailing his eyes all over your body, already imagining the things he would do to you. ‘I would be happy to’ you purred, jumping into his arms and wrapping your legs tight around his waist. He kissed you deeply as you pointed to the bedroom. He carried you with ease, not breaking the kiss for one second. He gently placed you on the bed, climbing on top and kissing you neck, trailing down to your breasts and then your tummy. You tugged at his shirt to signal for him to remove it, which he did immediately. You took a mental picture of his perfect abs for later. ‘Let me just get the condo...’ you began as you tried to get up only for Ben to pin your hands down by head, looking deep into your eyes. ‘Let me do something for you first, princess’ he smirked as he let go of your hands and wriggled down to your thighs. Him saying princess literally made you want to cum right there, feeling yourself grow wet between the legs and squeezing them tight together for some friction. ‘Let me do that for you’ he whispered, parting your legs with his hands and positioning his face at your panties. He tucked a finger under the waistband of your panties, pulling them down your legs and tossing them behind him. You giggled and were just about to say something snarky when you felt him lick a long stripe from your entrance to your clit. ‘Fuck Ben. Jesus Christ’ you moaned as he buried his head in your pussy licking and kissing your clit as you tangled you fingers in his soft hair. He got more passionate with it, as your moans grew louder and your head began to spin. ‘So...close’ you mumbled as you felt your finish near very quickly. But then almost as fast as your release approached, he pulled away and kissed your thighs, as you shuddered and yelped from the loss of contact.

‘BEN FUCK I WAS SO CLOSE’ you cried, trying to get your hand down there to finish the job. He grabbed your hand and crawled up to kiss you as you grumbled into his mouth. ‘Now where did you say those condoms were?’ he asked innocently, loving every minute of you being a desperate whiny mess. You pointed shakily at the bedside table as Ben crawled off you and grabbed a condom from the drawer. He gave it to you as he undid his belt and removed his trousers and boxers, revealing his already hard, very much big cock. You wanted to drawl at the sight, but wanted more to be filled, so you carefully opened the condom and rolled it onto his cock. He moaned at the slight touch you gave him which was literally the hottest sound you had ever heard.

He grabbed you by the waist and flipped you over onto your hands and knees, kissing your back making your arch. ‘Put it in Ben stop teasing’ you groaned impatiently, desperately wanting him inside you. ‘Sorry what was that love?’ he teased, rubbing his cock on your dripping entrance. ‘I SAID, PUT IT IN ALRE...’ but before you could finish he had pushed it roughly, making you collapse onto your elbows, as adjusted to his size. ‘You feel amazing, y/n’ he moaned, gently fucking you at first. ‘Mhm’ is all you managed to get out as he began to speed up. You were already sensitive from before, so when he reached over and rubbed your clit as he pounded into you, it was enough to send you over the edge. ‘M’gonna c...cum B..Ben’ you spluttered as you felt him lean close to you to hit your g spot. ‘S’ok love, cum for me baby’ he said hoarsely into your ear, learning in so his chest was against your back. ‘FUCK FUCK HOLY FUCKING FUCK’ you screamed as your eyes rolled into the back of your head, your head spinning and pussy clenching. Just your moans was enough to soon send Ben tumbling over the edge, so you basically came together until he pulled out and collapsed beside you, pulling off and tying the condom, tossing it into the bin in your room. You rolled over so you were lying naked on his chest, his arm wrapped tightly around you as you both lay there, panting.

‘That was just...wow’ you said breathlessly

‘You’re amazing y/n you know that? I don’t think I’ve ever come so quickly’

‘I feel so honoured’

There was a pause

‘Do you want to go on a date with me’ Ben suddenly asked out if the silence.

‘I thought this was just a one time thing because I liked you not because of your fame’ you said sarcastically.

‘But there’s something about you y/n. You can’t tell me you don’t wanna do that again’

‘But I don’t date...’

‘Please, just try it. Just one date’

You pushed onto your elbows so you were looking into his beautiful eyes

‘Fine, just one date’

Tag list: @cjand10

[liberty-barnes]

Done Wondering

Jock!Tom Holland x Female!Reader

Highschool AU

@danicarosaline requested: Hi pretty!! i saw your requests are open so may i please request a jock Tom x reader! Tom is a big softy and the captain of his football team and reader is a tough ‘not taking shits from anybody’ type of person? Like Tom gets in an argument with a team mate and he’s being all nice and calm about it but reader thinks his team mate deserves a good punch in the face so she punches him and it shocks the entire team and Tom himself even though he expected it!!

Warnings: F L U F F, not sure that the football talk is 100% accurate, all I know about American football is that Tom Brady's a quarterback, their jerseys are cool and apparently I'm supposed to cheer for the Pats? (yeah, that's my dad's fault), B99 references (i fucking love that show), cursing, a bit of violence ig

Word Count: 2.3k words (why can i not write short things?)

Estimated Reading Time: 9 minutes

A/N: so sorry it took so long to get this out! also, i got waaaaaay to invested in this... oopsie

Masterlist

You ran across the field as people all around you celebrated with only one goal in mind: kiss your boyfriend.

You and Tom had been dating for almost seven months now, to many people's surprise. The entire school thought you'd be together for a week tops, but you surpassed all their expectations by becoming the longest standing couple in junior year (not that it was hard, high schoolers change partners like discardable gloves). 

Tom was one of Sunset High's best and brightest, loved by the teachers, captain of the football team, and the object of many's affection.

You, however, were nothing like that. You hated sports (everyone knows art's better anyway), social interactions were your personal little slice of hell, and everyone was too scared to approach you since you threatened to gut Charles after he accidentally forgot to give you back your pencil.

All in all, there was no way you two could stay together.

There was no way you could even make a friendship work, let alone a romantic relationship.

But then there was that fateful summer night...

Your mind ran at a thousand miles an hour as you rocked in the park's nest swing. The stars looming over you were the only thing keeping you from spiraling, and after an hour of watching them, the peace in your mind was crumbling.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't see you there."

You sat up on the swing and looked to your right where stood a sheepish-looking Tom.

"It's okay, I should probably leave anyway..."

"No! I mean, it's okay, you were here first I didn't mean to disturb you."

You cast your eyes down until he spoke again.

"You go to my school, right? (Y/n)? We were in the same English class in freshman year."

"Yeah, I think so... I'm surprised you remember me, we didn't have any classes together last year..."

He huffed out a laugh and leaned against the support beam, hands in his pockets.

"It's kinda hard to forget someone like you. You stood up to the teacher on the first day after he yelled at a kid and spent the next year having actual coherent debates about the books that most of the class never even read, let alone understood. You're kind of amazing."

You ducked your head once more to try to cover the blush on your cheeks, biting your lip.

"Thanks."

He nodded and took a deep breath, then sat in front of you and pushed so the swing was rocking softly, always catching it before it hit his face.

You giggled a bit and sat criss-cross applesauce, back straight, your mother's words permanently etched into your brain.

"So, what are you doing alone in the town's most secluded park at midnight?"

"Oh, you know, questioning my life choices, freaking out because in three weeks we're going back to school while simultaneously feeling stir crazy after having nothing cool to do all summer, regretting ever being born, the usual. What about you?"

"Getting crushed by everyone's expectations, feeling constricted cause I have to set a good example for my little brothers, freaking out cause I have no idea what I want to do with my life, the usual."

A comfortable silence settled between you.

"Do our lives really suck or is it just the teenagers in us that dramatize everything?"

He huffed out a laugh.

"I don't know, tell me your story and I'll let you know."

You scooched to the side and patted the now empty spot on the too-small swing so he could lay down next to you. Looking at the stars seemed like a better idea than looking at him.

"I never really liked school, people are jerks, cafeteria food is disgusting at best, I have no friends -not that I care about that, I'm better off alone. Still, it's better than being home. When my father isn't working in his study, he's berating me about getting better grades, even though I'm a straight-A student, not that he cares enough to actually know that. My mother's usually either gossiping with her other rich friends or telling me to correct my posture, dress better, act like a lady, it's infuriating...

"My older brother, the only person in that family that I genuinely like, left for MIT today, so I guess I'm just now realizing that I'm really... alone. I'll have to suffer through my father's lectures about getting high grades and act like someone I'm not so my mother doesn't take away everything I love until I "learn to act like a respectable woman". Jake used to get them to lay off me, but now he's not here. Sometimes I wonder why they even adopted me if I'm such a bad daughter. It just sucks."

You felt his hand twitch next to yours and his eyes on your face.

"Your turn."

He took a shuddering breath before speaking.

"My parents are amazing, they really are, they only want what's best for me, but sometimes it's a little much. They constantly remind me of going to training, doing my homework, studying for tests, and even though they always say it's okay, I see the disappointment in their eyes when my grades lower even by a single point.

"My little brothers look up to me a lot, and they're always telling me how much they want to be just like me when they grow up. I know they mean it in the best possible way, but it's just that much more pressure. I just... feel the need to always be the best at everything. The best football player, the best captain, the best student, the kindest person in that school, most helpful... it's all a bit much."

This time, it was you who were looking at his profile while he gazed at the stars.

"It's okay to feel overwhelmed, Tom. It doesn't matter that they have the best intentions, they're still putting too much pressure on you and you deserve the chance to relax."

He turned towards you and for the first time that night, you realized just how close you were.

"You're not a bad daughter just because you have different interests. I, for one, think you are a strong and independent woman who doesn't need to change because of some mere peasants. You're a queen... You deserve someone that'll treat you as one."

Your breath caught in your throat as you locked eyes with him.

"Wanna make a deal?"

You nodded tentatively, though at this point you'd probably agree to murder someone as long as he kept looking at you that way.

"I'll be your friend, give you something to do whenever you need it, save you from your asshole parents and remind you of just how awesome you are every day..."

"And in return?"

"And in return, you'll say stuff like what you said before when I get too stuck in my head, save me from my so-called friends when they're being jerks, and come to every practice with me so you have something to do and I have someone to make silly faces at."

"I'm pretty sure there are a thousand girls in that school that would kill to have you make silly faces at them."

"Maybe so, but they aren't you. A lock of your hair is worth more than all of them combined."

You bit your lip and smiled.

"Okay."

"Cool."

"Cool."

He pecked you softly on the lips before he lost his nerve, quick and fleeting, feather-light but strong enough to leave fires in its wake. You pulled him back and gave him a slightly longer kiss before setting your head on his shoulder and going back to stargazing, now with someone to keep you company.

Three weeks later, you walked into school hand in hand and haven't let go since.

"Tommy!"

You jumped into his arms, ignoring the smell of sweat and how it would probably cling to your clothes.

"You did so good baby!"

He kissed you straight on the lips, not minding his teammate's wolf-whistles, having grown used to them already.

"I had a pretty good motivation."

"Oh?"

"Mm-hm, my girl told me she'd bake me cookies if I won this match, and I really like her cookies."

"Sounds like you have a great girlfriend."

"The best."

You kissed him again and he smiled when he felt the fabric of his spare jersey adorning your figure.

"Yo, Holland!"

You forced apart by Teddy's call, one of the newer players. Since you went to every single practice, you knew that Teddy was being an ass lately, always wanting the glory, never passing the ball to his teammates. If it weren't for Tom's skill as captain of the team, he would've cost them most matches, including this one.

"Why didn't you pass me the ball?"

"Pardon?"

"That last play, I was free and you passed the ball to Harrison even though he almost lost it. You should have passed it to me, we almost lost because you want to make your useless bestie feel included!"

"Johnson was closing in on you, if I'd passed it to you, we would have lost for sure. Passing it to Harrison bought me the time I needed to get out of danger. It was purely strategical, you would know that if you paid attention to your teammates instead of playing all on your own. Haz is an amazing player and I don't treat him differently just because he's my best friend. I'd like you to apologize to him, please, it's not kind to insult your teammates."

You admired the fact that he managed to remain calm and collected throughout the whole conversation, looking like the embodiment of 'I'm not mad, I'm disappointed'. You, however, were not having such an easy time keeping your cool, hands firmly clenched at your side.

"The hell it was! You just feel threatened by me because you'll never be as good as me, so you never pass me the ball, it's ridiculous!"

"Okay, buddy, you need to back the hell off and close your mouth before I punch it shut."

His eyes flickered to you and he rose a brow mockingly.

"Oh, your little slut's standing up for you know? I always knew you were a chicken, guess my theory's been pro-"

You cut him off with a punch to the nose, smiling when you heard the satisfying crack of his bones and his howls of pain.

A collective 'ooh' came from the crowd, and they took a few steps back (excluding Tom of course, who was only looking at you with wide eyes).

"What the fuck?"

"I warned you, didn't I?"

You smirked evilly as Teddy was pulled away by the coach to check his injury.

"You're a bitch!"

"Baddest of them all, sweetheart. Have a fun time at the hospital!"

The whole crowd had gone silent by the time you turned back around, seemingly satisfied with your vengeance.

"What?"

You tilted your head in confusion at the awestruck looks on the team's faces.

"You broke his nose!"

"Uh-huh."

"With just your hand."

"Uh-huh."

"Since when are you so violent?"

You were actually kind of offended at that.

"I know that I bring you guys snacks after practice, but do none of you hear when I threaten other people? It's a daily occurrence."

The rubbed their necks sheepishly.

"Well, you see..."

Haz started, seemingly measuring his words.

"You're kind of like Rosa from Brooklyn Nine-Nine. No one actually knows what you're capable of, no one thinks you'd actually kill someone, but we're also kind of too scared to test you, so we just... wonder."

"Well, when you're done wondering, go take a shower so we can go celebrate, I'm hungry."

They all scrambled away in a chorus of 'yes ma'am' before you turned back to Tom with a smile on your face.

"You didn't have to punch him, you know?"

"Yeah, but I've been wanting to for weeks now."

He huffed out a laugh and kissed your forehead.

"How're your knuckles?"

"A bit sore, but I'm pretty sure that if we put some ice it'll be good, the rings took most of the impact."

You wiggled your hand, showing off the array of rings covering your fingers in what you deemed to be an aesthetically pleasing way.

"I love you, babygirl."

You kissed him, smiling into his lips.

"I love you too. Now go, shower!"

You patted his butt and laughed at the look he threw you, standing next to the field while you waited for them to get out.

Their coach came to stand next to you and you smiled at him, having taken a liking for him. He was a good teacher and treated the team well.

"Coach Jeffords."

"(Y/n)."

"What's the verdict?"

"Nurse says it's broken but we'll only know the full extent of his injuries after he gets examined at the ER. He's on his way there as we speak."

You nodded.

"You'll be pleased to know that he's been taken off the team and suspended for a week for unruly behavior. His parents aren't going to press charges since they feel it's deserved."

You smirked evilly.

"I'd advise you to watch out for Pembroke. He's starting to become a nuisance. If he keeps it up, he might be next."

He nodded, fighting back his smile even though you knew damn well he agreed.

"I'll do my best."

"And I'll do mine."

"(Y/n)! Ready to go?"

You nodded in goodbye at the coach and walked over to a freshly showered Tom, interlacing your fingers.

"Always."

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[royalelusts]

AYO BESTIE CAN I PLEASE GET A BAISE FLUFF ALPHABET SHES FROM HXH THE YORKNEW ARC

A/N: Sorry this took a minute. Writers block at its finest. This might be a little angsty in some parts. Spoilers from the Yorknew Arc for the ones who aren’t that far.

Fluff Alphabet - Baise x GN! Reader

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

Your voice. She could never get tired of listening to it. It could be filled with excitement about the simplest things or the certain tone you make when you pout because of her teasing. Absolutely love it and wouldn’t trade it for the world.

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

Your neck! She loves to bury her face in it and leaving little kisses all over it (depending on you things might escalate👀). It’s also a place of comfort after a bad day. She claims that your scent calms her down. It also gives her the excuse of being close to you.

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

She really likes to have you lay your head on her chest. It’s a common occurrence for you to be laying on her on the couch while she’s scrolling through her phone. Also really enjoys having your head in her lap and vice-versa. When you start playing with her hair she just melts.

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

At home dates. With her going on missions quite frequently, Baise wants to spend as much time with you as she can without distraction. If you want to go out she won’t try to deteriorate you. Just make sure to give her your full attention, okay?

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

Did somebody say physical touch? She’ll kiss you, hug you, hold your hand, anything to br close to you. I headcanon that she’s secretly poetic as fuck so words of affirmation are really big too. Her compliments are always full of love.

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

She’s kind of on the fence with it. She really doesn’t want to go through the whole birth process. Other than that though she might be into it. If she gets to see you smile with the kids

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

Believes that love shouldn’t be measured in material things. It’s nice to give gifts once in a while but feels like it’s not the only aspect of affection. Don’t let that discourage you though! If you give/make her a gift she’ll shower you with compliments. Baise definitely has a special place to put everything.

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

Baise holds your hands all the time. While you two are cuddling, sleeping, walking around time, everywhere. Loves to give it a little squeeze every once in a while. OH she 100% kisses your hand just to see how flustered you get.

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

Her first priority would be to make sure nothing is an immediate threat to your life. After that, she’s going to fix you up and make you get some rest. Probably would get you to tell you what happened but wouldn’t really do anything. It’s not because she doesn’t care, it’s just that as long as you’re safe in her arms she’s content.

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you?)

Yes. Nothing extreme of course but Baise does enjoy seeing you jump. Laughs whenever it happens. Also, she’s funny af so of course, y’all have jokes. A good handful of them are suggestive. She’s a giant tease as well. She has to let her sadistic behavior out some way.

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

Sometimes Blaise can be a little hesitant to kiss you. Her nen can get in the way and the last thing she wants is for you to be affected by it. However, her favorite type are those deep passionate ones. She usually gives you one right before she leaves for a job. (I just thought about her giving you that kiss right before yorknew without knowing that was going to be her last. I’m sitting here sad now.)

L = Love (how do they show they love you?)

Physical touch is really big. Believes that actions speak louder than words. She also just really likes touching you. If that’s not your forte then she’ll go to the next best thing: gift-giving. Baise has really good taste so if she sees something she thinks you’ll like consider it bought.

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

You two were on a date. It was at a field of flowers that you could pick. To be honest though you two were just playing around. Running and jumping around, laughing at each other’s antics. I mean who could ask for a better day. You two were standing under a tree sharing short and sweet kisses when a girl took a picture. It’s Blaise favorite. Whenever she’s doing a job she’ll look at it to remind her what she’s coming back to.

N = Nightmare (when is their worst fear?)

Someone coming to kill you. She’s worked and dealt with some nasty people. She also knows that people do come after others just because they feel like it. She would be absolutely torn if she came home one day to not only see that place trashed but to also see you laying on the floor lifeless.

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

That she’s a heavy sleeper. It will take some time getting her up in the morning but that’s alright! There’s a foolproof way of getting her up…or it might end in her pulling you back to sleep. First make some tea. Then go into your shared room and begin placing soft kisses all over her face. She’ll begin to stir with that but it’s not enough! “Love, it’s time to get up. I made you some tea.” Baise will let out a groan before pulling you into her, placing a kiss on your head. “Why’re you always up so early?” is what you’re usually met with.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

Regular ones like babe, love, lovebug, or, her personal favorite, the absolute love of her life. When she says this it’s always in a dramatic tone. Doesn’t do the shorter version of your name unless it’s a really serious topic and she needs you to be serious.

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

Baise is willing to do whatever you want to. She just wants to be close to you. Wanna cuddle? The pillows and blankets are all ready to go. Want to cook? She’s a decent chef so sure why not? Want to watch that show you’ve been binging? Let her get the popcorn.

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

Le Festin from the Ratatouille soundtrack. You two were cooking when it came on and acted like fancy chefs. It’s a very cherished memory between the both of you. I’m a Flirt by R. Kelly is one. Like the title it implies her flirtatious behavior towards you and how she likes to tease. Last but not least is I Met Sarah in the Bathroom. It reminds you of the last night you spent together before yorknew :(

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

At first not so much. It’s not because she didn’t want to open up. It’s just the fact that she wants to keep you safe. Eventually she’ll start venting her issues to you. Little by little she’ll get more comfortable just saying what’s bothering around you.

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

A few years. Baise loved you and wants to spend the rest of her life with you. However she works a dangerous job. The last thing she wants is to drag you into something that could possibly end you.

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

Upon seeing you upset she’ll pull you into a hug. Rubbing your back asking what happened. If you decide not to tell her that’s fine. She’ll then ask you what you want to do. It can be going for a snack run, taking a walk, cuddling, anything. As long as she gets to see you smile again.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

Hell yeah! On the occasion that you two go into town she’ll be proud that she gets to walk around with you. Proud that you chose her over everyone else.

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting?)

Honestly would rather you not. The thought of you getting injured or worse haunts her. If you can fend for yourself then she can’t really stop you but she’ll be extra attentive to make sure nothing happens.

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

With her occupation, she needs to be able to read people. So being able to read you comes with it too. If Baise sees that you’re upset she’ll walk up cupping your face in the process asking what’s wrong.

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

It was one of this very rare occasions that Baise was up before you. She was standing on the balcony over the city in deep thought when your arms found their way around her. “Well someone’s up early.” You said in a teasing tone. She chuckled to herself, turning around to engulf you. “What’s on your mind?” She let out a sigh. “You can see right through me. As always.” Looking up, you were met with green eyes full of love and admiration but also concern and worry. “I’ve been thinking a lot about us..” Your breath hitched. You always knew that your safety was her highest priority. You knew she would brake it off if she deemed it unsafe. Was this it? Noticing how tense you got Baise kissed your temple. “You are the most important thing to me you know? Even if I wanted to I could never fully let you go so I’ve decided I want you forever.” You felt her slip out of your hold getting on one knee. “Will you grant me that wish and marry me?”

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

Seeing you happy. It means that she’s doing what she’s supposed to. Your happiness is so important to her so just seeing you smiling and laughing makes her heart clench.

[jotarosbelt]

Can you do a pt2 for the “she doesn’t need to know” writing? I wonder what would happen if they got caught 😳😳I can’t stop thinking abt it your writings so good!!

HI @shitty-lollipops !! THANK U SM FOR THIS REQUEST YOU’RE A GOD

cw: choking, dirty talk, creampie

18+ content ahead!

part 1

She Didn’t Need To Know— But, Now She Does. [Jotaro Kujo]

It hadn't necessarily been awkward after the affair between you and Jotaro, no. In fact, ever since that one faithful night, you've felt more sexually satisfied than you had in ages.

Sure, it wasn't morally correct to be screwing your friend's dad ever chance you got, but it sure as hell was worth it. You could see why some of your friends from university constantly talked about how older men were better.

Hell, if you knew they could look like this and dick you down this well, you might've signed up sooner.

You noticeably started going to Jolyne's house more. Not that it bothered her— as a matter of fact, she was ecstatic. She got to see her best friend more often, and it seemed as though her stick-in-the-mud father was coming around to you, too!

Not for the reasons she hoped, though.

"Ahhhh, finals are almost over, babes! I can't wait to get out of this place for the summer and go somewhere with you and Ermes!"

The girl draped herself over your back, locking her arms around your upper body by clutching her wrist with opposite hand. "It's gonna be so much fun! Maybe we can get my dad to fly us out to Italy or something."

You couldn't help but grin, turning your neck and head slightly to face her as you spoke though your eyes never left your computer screen.

"Yeah? I'm down to go to Italy. I'm sure Mr. Kujo wouldn't mind paying for the trip."

You couldn't help but stick your tongue out as you retorted, the black and green haired girl rolling her eyes at the childish gesture.

"You're terrible," she scoffs as she released you from her grip and falls back onto her bed. You finish your sentence on the paper you were typing and turn in your chair, arm resting on the top of it as you grin.

"I'm terrible for going along with your plan to sucker your dad out of some money to go on a girls trip to another country? Alright, then."

You turn back around in your seat, stretching out your fingers before placing them back on the home keys of your keyboard.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, love," you began, the smile dawning your face audible in your voice. "Just know I'm a better person that you."

———

"Hah~ oh fuck--"

You could only rasp out broken phrases and garbled moans as the older male plowed into you, skin slapping against skin feverishly. It was disgusting. You were fucking Jotaro Kujo in his goddamn bathroom, only a few feet away from his daughter and best friend.

You had gotten a text from him while you were laying on Jolyne’s blue covers, doing nothing in particular. You reached over to check your phone, swiping up to unlock it and read the text.

‘Need to blow off steam. Meet me in the bathroom near Jolyne’s room.’

You quickly locked it again and dropped it beside you.

“Who was that?”

You sat up, craning your neck to turn to look at Jolyne. “Oh, it was just someone asking for answers. Nothing important.”

You pushed yourself off of the bed with your hands, stretching your arms above your head and lowering them to pull down your shorts. “I’ll be back. Going to the bathroom.”

She shot you a thumbs-up and you left the room.

You went down the hall, the Kujo home now like your second since you’ve been here more times than you could count. You navigated through the house (all though it wasn’t even that far), and opened the door.

You were pulled in by your wrist and pinned up against the wall, the only sounds in the room being your heavy breathing and the click of the door locking.

“S-Someone’s needy.”

He only grunted, gripping your chin to turn your head back to kiss you.

It was never lost on you that he was a good kisser— no matter how many times you did this, it would never not blow your mind.

His tongue grazed the roof of your mouth and his hips ground into your backside. His semi-hard member seemed like it was rubbing you in all the right places. You could whimpered as he bit your lip.

“Just know I'm a better person that you."

The words you had said just last week rung in your head. It was ironic, really. You said you were a better person than her, meanwhile you were boning her dad and she just wanted to finesse him out of some cash.

Funny.

And yet, you couldn't find it in you at that moment to feel guilty. Or at least guilty enough that you'd make him let go of the bruising grip he had on your hair and waist.

Or give up the feeling of his thick cock dragging against your walls, either.

"Shit, you're still. So. Tight.”

Each pause was punctuated with a thrust of his hips, each one more punishing than the last. It was a miracle Jolyne didn't hear this or care enough about the noise to come investigate— no matter how many times you did this.

And it was a lot more than you would like to admit.

"I can feel you clenching,” Jotaro said, his tone unnervingly even for someone exerting as much effort as he was. “Are you gonna cum? Are you gonna cum all over my cock while Jolyne is just a few feet away? Huh?"

You could only whimper in response; he wrapped a hand around your throat and pulled you up into his chest.

"Answer me, slut. Do you like the idea of being caught with your best friend's dad's dick stuffed in your pussy? Or am I imagining that you're more fucked up than you actually are?"

Out of fear of what might happen if you didn't obey, you choked out a reply.

"I love it, fuck-- I'm gonna cum, please--"

The chuckle that reverberated in your ear was just as sexy as it was dark.

"Then, shut up and do it."

You couldn't even hold back your orgasm if you tried; it washed over you like a typhoon. You shook against the his built torso, knees buckling as your nerves burned. Your breath caught in your throat as his grip tightened around it and his short hair tickled your shoulder as Jotaro's hips sped up inside you, prolonging your finish to the point of over-stimulation.

How quickly he could make you cum and how hard every orgasm was made you embarrassed.

He was silent as he used you to get off, the only noise escaping him being the low grunt he made as he came, hips twitching against your ass. You sighed as you felt him pull out, his thick cum already leaking out of you and down your thighs.

"I can't believe we just did that."

The whistle of the water pouring out of the sink faucet filled the room as the man lifted a thick eyebrow, not bothering to turn back to look at you. You watched his movements through the mirror.

"You act like this is the first or last time we've done something like this. Grow some backbone, would you? The 'after-sex shy' bullshit is getting old."

His straightforward and brash words no longer bothered you. You scoffed, still monitoring him through the reflective surface as he moved to grab a washcloth. He put it under the running stream of water.

"So, you're telling me that the prospect of your daughter catching you laying pipe on her bestie doesn't bother you in the slightest?”

Bored and tired eyes met yours.

"That's the dumbest thing I've heard you say, and I’ve heard a lot from you these past few months."

You grimace and fold your arms over your clothed chest, ignoring the fact that you were bare from the waist down and Jotaro probably still had his dick out as he spoke.

"You didn't answer me."

You watched his brows furrow and he averted his gaze from you back down to the cloth in the sink.

The squish of the water as he rung it out sounded louder than it should have.

"Of course it bothers me," he started, turning around face you. "What we're doing isn't exactly okay."

"You think I don't know that? I feel awful!"

You maneuvered to sit down on the counter as you spread your legs to let Jotaro stand in between them, wiping your thighs clean of his semen and your juices. You should’ve been embarrassed that he was practically getting an eyeful of your cunt, but at the end of the day, you two had seen each other more than you should’ve. He didn't bother to look up at you as he spoke next.

"So, then, why don't we stop?"

You froze for a second, feeling your brows lift up out of shock. "I—“ You bit your lip. “We both know why neither of us are going to do that, Jotaro."

He sidestepped to rinse out the cloth again, wringing it out as he lifted his head to look at you. "Because we're both addicted and pieces of shit for getting off on the age cap?"

You dryly laughed.

"Ding, ding, motherfucking ding. We’re freaks."

You almost missed the way his lips quirked up at that.

He casually wiped down his cock with the cloth, wringing it once more when he was done and tossing it into the hamper. He tucked himself back into his sweatpants, straightened out his t-shirt, and turned to you.

"Where are your panties and shorts?"

You hopped down from the counter and scanned the floor, finding them crumpled up in the corner. You walked over and reached down, picking them up and pulling on each item one by one.

"You good?"

You nod. "Yeah. I should get back to Jo. I've been missing longer than it should take one to take a piss."

He only grunted in response and stepped back to let you open the door.

You opened up the door, ready to snake your way back into Jolyne’s room and act like nothing happened, but that plan came to a full stop as you opened the door to see Jolyne standing outside about to knock.

Her hand lingered in the air where she was about tap, eyes bouncing back in shock between you and her dad. She sighed and let out a bitter laugh.

“I had a feeling. I should’ve checked earlier. Those noises didn’t necessarily sound like somebody taking a shit.”

"Jolyne--"

She held up her hand to stop you and your jaw snapped shut.

“I'm going out for a walk."

She approached the staircase she was already lingering by, her hand gripping the railing as she leaned into the stairwell slightly. It took a moment that felt like eons for her to turn back and slightly narrow her eyes at you.

And yet, you felt little to no malice being directed towards you and more at her father who's surprised expression faded long ago.

"And you best be ready to explain why you two have been fucking like rabbits when I get back."