#low key I want. to write another spin off.

[thatgirlonstage]

Thinking through the logical conclusions of lore that the source material has clearly not thought that deeply about can be annoying or depressing in the sense of seeing exactly how deep the plot holes go but so long as it doesn’t inherently break the suspension of disbelief or ruin your enjoyment of the overall story it can be really fun to figure out what you can use to plug the holes. Like that’s just free real estate now baby. If the lore implies X but the story wound up at Z, then you can make the journey through Y be whatever you want it to be

[acciotaitlynn]

could you write a smut fic about cat!xavier in heat after mc come home from a long day of work? like him being super needy and begging mc to help him!

Hiii! Thanks for requesting (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) I started on this the day before your ask came through; it was meant to be. I don't mean for xavier to keep taking priority with requests, you guys, I just love writing him so much 😩

₍^. .^₎⟆♡ xavier⤷fem!reader

₍^. .^₎⟆♡ sexual content, 18+, zero plot; pure filth, oral;꒰f&m receiving꒱ fingering, (maybe too much) kitty ear/tail/fur play, jealous/needy xav, marking/claiming, exhibitionism, hints to gaslighting & manipulation (but like cute manipulation bc it's xavier yk🥴) a lotta purring, low-key breeding kink, angel/bunny/baby used, no protection, kitten lickss, very faint reference to sexual assault, it's super soft, Jeremiah and his cat appear, loosely based on xai's floof attack memory, no thought went into this i was just horny and wanted to comfort him 🙈

₍^. .^₎⟆♡ 5.5k wc

Jeremiah’s shop is a welcome sight as you round the corner, each step bringing you closer to the person you’ve been aching to see. Despite only three days passing, the longing for Xavier has been more drastic than usual. His pouty face lingers in your mind, mixing with the distress that clouded his eyes when you explained that he couldn’t join you on your sudden business trip.

The casual facade you tried to show when you left him was challenging to conjure and even harder to maintain. Each word spoken felt like a tiny dagger to your heart, and every droop of his cat ears wrapped worry tightly around you. Xavier’s vulnerability, a side of him you’re not used to seeing, tugged at your heartstrings. You know that even without his evol, he’s undoubtedly capable of self-protection, but his current state made you acutely aware of the potential risks in your absence. The newfound separation anxiety, forgetfulness, and his increased tendency to doze off had made leaving him unbearable. If it weren’t for your team needing your assistance on the mission, you wouldn’t have left him at all.

The memory of his guilt trip while packing lingers, his intention clear as day as he adorned that adorable gaze, his cat ears drooping in sync with his mood. “Staying home. Alone. What could possibly go wrong?” His glare is petulant as he crosses his arms and avoids your stare. “The worst that could happen is I get so absorbed in grooming myself that I forget to eat. Or maybe I’ll end up chasing birds on the rooftop. Or possibly someone will whisk me away and make me their cat instead…” 

Although the last comment pissed you off, understanding Xavier’s struggle in managing his feline traits prompted you to let it slide.

But when his behavior shifted to ignored calls and curt responses, you began to wonder if what you perceived as neediness was actually a subtle warning. 

You enter Philo, the gentle tinkling of chimes accompanying the closing door. Jeremiah’s face lights up with a welcoming smile when he sees you. “Back so soon? ” he asks, spinning you around in a warm hug.

“I caught an earlier flight home,” Returning the embrace, you scan the shop for Xavier, the knot of anxiety within you tightening painfully.

Sensing your unease, Jeremiah adds, “Xavier left earlier this morning with the cat. He mentioned something about getting ready for your homecoming party.” Pausing, his brow furrows before he continues, “But he didn’t appear too celebratory when he left...” Nausea washes over you, making it difficult to question Jeremiah further as it renders you speechless.

As you seek out Xavier once more, he steps into the shop. The sunlight briefly conceals his expression, but the irritation in his eyes is evident when he notices your proximity to Jeremiah. 

Jeremiah gives a knowing chuckle, casting an amused glance at Xavier. “I think that’s my cue to leave,” he remarks, drifting toward another customer as his cheerful voice fades away. 

As Xavier approaches you, his gaze unreadable, a surge of warmth washes through your entire body. Dressed in a finely tailored dark blue butler uniform, he exudes an irresistible charm, his fluffy tail swaying and cat ears flattened back. The playful kitten in his arms squirms eagerly, yearning to greet you. 

Xavier’s demeanor remains composed and casual, yet his telltale ears and tail betray his true emotions. Each irritated flick of his tail heightens your concerns, tugging at you to reach out, but his aloof facade grounds you. “Decided to explore a new career path while I was away?” you playfully jab.

Indifferent, he nods toward the kitten. “You liked the outfit he wore when you dropped me off. I thought another set wouldn’t hurt.”

Your gaze narrows when you notice the kitten’s lack of matching attire. “Xavier… where are his clothes?” 

His feigned innocence is impressive. “None of them fit anymore. Perhaps I’ve been too generous with treats.”

You hope it’s a jest, though Jeremiah’s pet does appear slightly plumper.

Unable to resist the kitten’s cuteness, you offer a soft smile, reaching out to stroke its tiny ears. But Xavier abruptly sets the animal down with a hint of annoyance. His sulky expression tempts you to tickle his ears, but he pulls away just in time.

Heading toward the door, he casually suggests, “The plants in the greenhouse need watering. Do you want to help?”

Following along with an exasperated sigh, you draw near, attempting to bridge the gap between you. “How did the mission go?” Xavier inquires, his gaze fixed on the vibrant flowers gracing the pathway.

His carefree attitude prompts a desire to downplay your worry and declare that you didn’t miss him. However, as he holds open the door, his azure eyes fixed on you expectantly, the truth spills out, your rational side consumed by his beauty.

With a tender smile, you brush his hair back. To your surprise, Xavier lets you, leaning subtly into your touch. “The mission was successful, but… I really missed you.” Your voice trails off. Practically ghosting you for three days doesn’t exactly point to him missing you, too. Acknowledging your feelings without reciprocation leaves you feeling exposed.

He returns your soft smile as you pass under his arm, the greenhouse instantly enveloping you in a soothing floral aroma. Typically a sanctuary for you, Philo’s serene ambiance draws you in, even without Xavier.

But not even the well-tended plants that ordinarily bring you peace can alleviate your current unease. Your stomach flutters with nerves as you observe Xavier moving about the room.

Though he wrestles with the anguish and confusion reflected in your eyes, Xavier’s own pain at being left behind overshadows it. He understands you didn’t have a choice; Jenna and the team needed you. But that understanding does little to soothe his feelings. He needed you, too—primarily for cuddles and company—but that’s beside the point. 

Xavier’s meticulous care for the plants contrasts sharply with the cold demeanor he directs at you. As you tend to a patch of flowers beside him, you pointedly avoid his gaze. “I understand you’re upset… But did your grudge have to involve forgetting me for the entire trip?” The hurt in your voice is unmistakable, mirrored by the frustrated tears misting your eyes.

Crouching down to water a low shelf of succulents, Xavier remains silent for a moment before murmuring, “You’re the one who forgot about me.” 

You sit on a nearby bench, offering a soft smile when he finally meets your eyes. “That’s not possible, Xai.”

He scowls at an innocent patch of flowers, his tone dry as he pouts, “When you arrived, the first thing you did was greet Jeremiah and try to pet other cats.” 

Gently taking his hand, you pull him closer, your gaze understanding as you let your fingers trace his cheek. As much as you want to tease him for his jealousy, his endearing expression makes it impossible. Instead, you reach out, delicately scratching his cat ear as you gauge his reaction.

Eyes fluttering shut, he purrs and leans into your touch before his sultry gaze meets yours again. “So you remembered to be gentle with my ears…” he murmurs, giving you another adorably sulky look.

You grow bolder, your nails scratching the soft fur at the base of his ear a little harder, pulling a sharp gasp from you when Xavier moans and guides your hand to his cheek, nuzzling into your warmth. As you brush your fingers over his lips, the desire to draw closer overwhelms you, but his comment from before still lingers in your mind.

“Well, if you didn’t forget about me, there must be another reason for ignoring me. Maybe you did find a new owner,” you trail off, casting your gaze away. 

Xavier looks taken aback, regret clouding his features. “I shouldn’t have said that,” he begins, moving between your thighs and wrapping his arms around your waist. 

Pouting, you mumble, “Well, did you find someone, then?”

His expression is as tender as his kiss. He shakes his head. “No, I waited patiently for my caretaker to return to me.”

Your breath catches at his touch, needy and demanding, gripping your waist and pressing his tongue into your mouth. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you kiss him back eagerly, your hands unable to resist his fluffy ears. Brushing your fingers along the soft edges, you bite and suck on his plump lips, greedily inhaling the smooth sounds that escape him. You trail your nails down the back of his ears, slowly reaching the base. Gripping his chin, you guide his glassy gaze to yours, thumb sweeping over his skin as you admire his flushed face.

“Is this helping?” you murmur hopefully as Xavier pulls your thumb into his mouth, licking and nipping at it before responding, “Mmm, it’s nice… but this isn’t what I’m looking for.” Guiding your hand along his body as he stands, his tone turns almost cocky as he looks down at you. “You’re good with cat butlers. You don't need any hints, right?” 

Smirking, you playfully scratch at his chest while pressing your breasts together and gazing up at him. His eyes drift to your exposed skin as he tucks a lock of your hair back, murmuring, “I guess you know exactly how to get a cat purring, huh?” He moves your hand lower, hovering it over his erection. “Why not try here?” he suggests.

Hesitant, you glance toward the door, picturing Jeremiah walking in with your hand on Xavier’s cock.

Xavier brings your gaze back to his, his demeanor shifting to possessive. “Let him walk in. I saw how close he was to you… How his face lit up. I think he needs a reminder of who you belong to.”

He squeezes your nipple through your dress, tugging a little before giving your breast a light smack. Frustration builds within Xavier as you continue to deny him. His ability to temper his neediness and jealousy has left him entirely. But he finds he quite likes having an excuse to indulge this side of himself. Fingers tangling in your hair, he tilts your head back, guiding your gaze to his. “You want to take care of me, don’t you?” he murmurs. 

Your heart races as you nod, allowing him to cup your hand over his length. You begin to stroke him, watching as he bites his lip to hold back a moan. Kissing along the fabric of his pants, your hands inch up to his zipper. But your fingers hesitate, your gaze finding the door again—the thought of someone actually walking in churns uncomfortably in your gut. But Xavier is too tempting to resist.

Your lips trail over his satiny skin, tongue eagerly licking up the pretty beads of precum dripping down. Humming happily at his taste and the heat of him on your tongue, you cup his balls, squeezing as you murmur, “You always taste so good…” 

Genuine sadness colors his voice as he whispers, “I didn't think you’d really leave me like this.”

As you study him, guilt swells at the hurt you’ve caused, intentionally or not. You spread his precum around and stroke him gently, kissing the tip of his cock. Your voice is warm and earnest as you tease his skin. “I shouldn’t have—I’m so sorry.” 

Your lips suction around the head, drawing out more of his salty, sweet taste before you meet his eyes and murmur, “I didn’t want to leave you behind… I missed you so much.” He gasps as you take him deep down your throat, his tail swishing happily before wrapping around your waist. 

Seeing him standing over you, his eyes slamming shut as his head falls back in pleasure fills you with unparalleled ecstasy. He relaxes as you take him, gripping your hair tenderly, his lips parted and breaths quick as he murmurs, “I hope Jeremiah walks in right now. I want to show him how good I make you feel just by letting you suck my cock.” 

Noticing your hand slipping under your dress to play in your slick folds, he tilts his head slightly, his soft voice sending chills down your spine. “Can I see what you made for me?” Blushing, you hold up your sticky fingers, showing him how the slick clings to your skin. With a pleased groan, he combs his hand through your hair, cupping your cheek as he murmurs, “Now clean them up.” You obey happily. 

Xavier’s eyes darken. Grabbing your hand, he guides your fingers back inside you with a soft kiss. His tail flicking over your breasts sends arousal coursing through you, drawing out a whiny moan as you take him back into your mouth. He purrs, stroking your hair as his hips make deep, tiny thrusts. Seeking more of its softness, one hand grips his thigh as the other strokes the fur at the base of his tail. 

With a sharp gasp, his grip on your hair tightens as his movements grow harsher. His voice is a heated, broken mumble. “Fuck, fuck fuckk… feels— feels so good… harder, baby. please...” He holds your face still, his tail wrapping around your arm as your touch turns firmer. Your nails dig into his thigh, trying to stay grounded through the relentless way he fucks your face. It’s extremely hot; Xavier pushing himself deep into your throat, every movement reeking of dominance and possession, each rough touch meant to convey that you’re his—as if you could ever forget. 

“Yeah… right there. Just under my tail,” he breathes out, slapping your breast when you do as instructed. Fingers slipping under his tail, you massage the soft fur, whimpering when he moans, his jaw going slack as he repeats, “Feels so good…” The sounds slipping from Xavier are so decadent they take your breath away. 

He groans when your fingers switch to a deep scratch, tangling in his fur as his tail grips your arm tightly, the tip making tiny, happy flicks against your skin. “How could I ever want someone else to care for me? To own me? I’ve never been anything but yours,” he murmurs, his voice pained and honest, trailing off as his hand brushes your cheek. “You are everything to me...” 

He pulls himself from your mouth’s warmth, and you hold your tongue out, accepting the slap of his girth before he coats your lips in his essence. He gives you an amused smile. “Say it—say you’re mine, too.” His cock pushes back in, thrusting deep enough to choke you before popping out, allowing you to speak. “Y…yours, Xavier. All yours, I promise!” 

Your words are muffled by him jamming himself back in, taking you even rougher than before. His smile is playful as he murmurs, “Yep, All mine…” His tail brushes your skin as his hot breath ghosts over your hair. “Mine to love. Mine to protect. Mine to breed.” 

The moan you release at his words is almost embarrassing. You don’t even want what he’s suggesting, but the idea nearly makes you beg him to do just that. It’s the dirtiest thing he’s ever said… and you like it way too much. Pride and lust cloud Xavier’s judgment when he notices your reaction. Guiding your gaze to his with a tug on your hair, his eyes burn into you, pleasure winding tightly in his core as you submit to him.

“You like that idea, don’t you?” he asks with a smug smile, his hips moving faster. “Want me to cum inside you? Fill you with my litter? You want that…” His voice trails off, his touch turning needy as he makes a pointed thrust inside you. You choke around his cock, eyes tearing up as he sings, “Everyone will know you’re mine, then, huh?” 

Pushing himself as deep as he can, his length grows firmer the closer he gets to release. “Gonna fill you up here first… But I’ll give you what you want, I promise.”  Tears escape now, flowing freely as you do your best to take him, unable to breathe around his girth. Paying special attention to his tail, you watch every expression as your name slips out, ecstasy brightening his features as he fills your throat with warmth.

Your other hand wraps around to stroke his tail, scratching in time to the rhythm of his hips, working every last drop from his pretty cock. His wide eyes search your face as his thumb presses your lip, watching the plump skin bounce back before he pulls you into a passionate kiss. Pulling back slightly, you begin to fix his pants, only to have your wrist caught in a firm grip. 

He tilts his head with a frown and feigned innocence. “I don’t remember mentioning anything about being finished,” he says with a questioning lift of his brow.

Giving him a look of disbelief, you whisper desperately, “We’ve already been here way too long, Xavier! Jeremiah has to know by now that we’re not watering plants.”

Xavier gives a casual shrug before his hands slip under your dress straps, tugging the fabric down to free your breasts. He groans softly, his brows knitting together as he grazes a nail over the hardened bud. “If he already knows, what’s the harm in staying a little longer?” 

You sigh in reluctant agreement, eyes fluttering shut as he squeezes and plays, knowing there’s no talking him out of something he wants so badly. Xavier is relentless and persistent, especially when it comes to your body. 

With the ability to become a professional gaslighter at will, his antics don’t bring much frustration, not when he looks at you with that infuriatingly endearing gaze, filth dripping from his lips as he praises you. At the same time, his hands roam your body, searching for cracks in your defenses. If you’ve mentioned something new, he’ll try it, murmuring, “Are you sure you want to stop, angel? … But didn’t you want to know what it feels like?” The next thing you know, you’re wrapped up in his excitement, begging him to fuck you like it was all your idea.

Kneeling before you, his tail curls around your ankle as he spreads your legs. His eyes catch on the damp fabric under your dress as his thumb circles it slowly. Kneading your breast, his fingers sweep back and forth over your clit as he kisses and nibbles at your neck, leaving gentle marks along the way. 

Tilting your head to the side, his warm lips brush your jaw, his fingers pressing harder against your heat. Your needy moan makes him smile as he leans down, breathing in your scent and pressing a kiss to the delicate lace covering you. 

A quiet squeal slips out when he tears your underwear off, stuffing them in his pocket with a satisfied smirk as he spreads your legs wider. “Better keep quiet, bunny…” he murmurs, covering your mouth before he licks up your arousal with a needy groan that rumbles through your core. His touch becomes frantic as he pushes your legs to either side of you on the bench, plunging his tongue in and out of your drenched pussy, practically drinking you in. His hand moves to grip your inner thigh instead as he sits cross-legged in front of you. 

His ministrations turn languid and teasing, his body relaxing with a deep sigh as he fills you with a finger. His unhurried actions indicate he’s not planning to make this quick, but you don’t mind. Gently scratching his furry ears, you concentrate on his hot breath on your skin and the soft sounds he makes as he watches you crumble in his arms. Guiding your gaze to his, he holds your chin in place as his mouth moves over you. 

Xavier’s been planning this since the moment you dropped him off here. Claiming you in Jeremiah’s greenhouse, with customers just one room away, isn’t wise. It’s impolite and reckless, but he couldn’t care less. He admires you against the serene foliage, your skin dewy and eyes bright. He pictures Jeremiah walking in while his tongue is deep inside you, the vision hurtling him toward release without a touch. His entire mouth wraps around you, teeth and tongue devouring softly as he whimpers, a damp spot spreading on his loose pants as his cheeks flush pink.

You massage the base of his ears, scratching up and down the backs, getting higher and higher on the blissful look in his eyes as he gazes up at you. Continuing to scratch one of his ears, you hold onto his tail, groaning when you feel it curl around your wrist. Xavier starts giving your clit little kitten licks, slow and steady, until your body trembles, your lonely pussy clenching as you cum. His fingers fill you, riding you through the waves of your release until you’re whimpering and squirming beneath him. 

Pulling back, he sucks his fingers clean with a satisfied smirk in his sparkling eyes. Pulling you close for a kiss, he murmurs against your lips, “Let’s go. We can finish at home.” Your eyes widen when you realize he intends to stop. You know you should. It’s only a matter of time before someone walks in. But every part of you is screaming for him to take you, and you don’t want to wait until you get home. 

He stands, lifting you by the waist, but you cling on tight when he tries to pull away. With a tender smile and a confused look, he hugs you back and kisses your hair. Your fingers trail to the base of his tail as you mimic his kitten licks on the sensitive spot beneath his ear. You bask in his gentle laughter and the way he holds you delicately, like you’re something immensely precious. 

“Please,” you murmur against his lips, kissing him once, then twice, before continuing, “I don’t want to go home. I need you...” His eyes flash as he cradles your face with a quiet desperation. Lips capturing yours, he backs you against the wall, nuzzling your nose as his soft plea wraps around you like a cozy blanket. “Say it again…” 

Adoration shines in your eyes as you caress his cheek, repeating, “I need you, Xavier… I always need you.” Without a word, he lifts you with one arm while his other hand guides his cock inside you. Pressing your back against the wall, his hands support your ass as he fucks deep into you, murmuring, “Legs back, baby.” You nod, whimpering when you look down at the two of you joined. Sticky from his last release, his cum mixes with your essence, messily building at the base of his cock and making his skin seem like shimmery silk. 

You admire his form, your gaze languidly roaming his body. The dark suit makes his eyes shine bright, so full of love when they meet yours that they’re almost blinding. Gripping your thighs tighter, you try to hold back the orgasm rising in you just from looking at him. “That outfit is just unfair…” you mumble, casting your eyes away as your cheeks heat. Sometimes, Xavier’s allure is a bit overwhelming. His skin, glowing faintly as his emotions take him over, makes him look like an ethereal being driving his cock into you mercilessly. 

Your comment doesn’t seem to reach him. There’s a despairing note to his voice as his body melts flush against yours, his slow movements pressing your back painfully against the wall. Xavier can’t contain the needy words that slip out, a pained whisper heating your skin as he rests his forehead against yours. “Please—don’t leave me again.” His kisses turn restless. “Even when it’s not this easy for me to express it— I… I always need you.” 

Now free with Xavier’s body pinning your legs, your hands delicately cradle his cheeks as your thumbs brush away unshed tears. You whimper when you meet his blissed-out gaze, desire clouding his features as his cock makes a pointed thrust that borders on discomfort. His voice is sorrowful, leading you to wrap him in a tight hug, your heart effectively shattering into pieces as he nuzzles against your neck. “I feel lost when you’re not with me... Running around aimlessly without my guiding light.” 

Shocked by his honesty, you search his eyes, blown away by the raw affection overwhelming their endless depths. While it’s always been evident that Xavier cares for you deeply, he’s often more reserved about his feelings than his touches. His thumb teases your nipple, drawing a pained moan from him when it instantly hardens beneath his touch. “So pretty…” he whispers, his gaze drifts along your form as his movements grow feverish. He kisses your cheek, brushing your hair back as he drives you crazy with more licks and nibbles along your skin, his gentle purrs setting you on fire. 

With glassy eyes, his filthy praises fill the air, twisting your core with unknown pleasure as you watch him take you. “So warm and soft…” he whimpers, taking your mouth in a messy kiss, nearly whining as he says, “You have no idea how much I’ve needed you… All I can think about is filling you, breeding you—” He trails off with a little shake of his head as if to snap himself out of the thought. Revealing this long-buried desire of his is undoubtedly something he’ll regret when his feline traits fade. But when he feels your body squeeze his cock in response to his words, your hands gently tangling in his hair as you scratch his ears harder, his embarrassment washes away entirely. 

His features are bright with joy, his gaze captivating and seductive as he purrs softly, leaning into your touch. Your pink cheeks are a mirror image of his as you admire his perfect features and his radiant heart. Continuing to scratch one of his ears, your other hand trails to the base of his tail, massaging deeply as the soft fur flicks against his cock and your entrance. Both of you gasp at the sensation, Xavier fucking into you messily as his tail swishes back and forth over your sensitive skin. Your fingers work in his fur, pulling a needy moan from Xavier when you pull him closer, your head resting against his shoulder. 

“Just like that…” you whisper helplessly, your mind growing fuzzy as you become putty in his arms, giving yourself entirely to how good he’s making you feel. His eyes flash as he lowers you to the ground, pressing your chest against the wall and wrapping his hand around your throat. Tilting your head back, you rest against his chest, his thumb brushing over your pulse point as he slips back inside you. His lips travel your shoulders, covering your skin with more marks as a fervent chant of “mine” caresses your skin and heart. 

His tail flicks playfully over your clit, the fur wet and sticky with your shared essence. Reaching for his fluffy ear, you groan softly, grinding against him as you melt at the silky sensation. Gripping your hips, he bends you over, his pace punishing as he takes you. Rough slaps leave bright pink hand prints littering your ass, pulling loud cries from you that are sure to be heard in the next room. You cover your mouth, but Xavier pulls your hand away with a mirthful smile, holding it against the wall and fucking you harder. Pride swells in him as he draws out sound after sound, each louder than the last. 

You scratch his tail while it moves over your skin, satisfaction rising when your pussy clenches him tightly, and his loud curse fills the room. He pulls you flush against him again, your hands instinctively trailing back to his ears. Groaning softly, he wraps his arm around your waist, his other hand splaying over your throat as his teeth graze your neck and his movements grow sloppy. “You’ll look so pretty carrying my litter…” he mutters, sharply biting your shoulder as his cock drives deep. His thumb presses into your mouth, toying with your tongue as he kisses your cheek. “I’m so close…” he whispers, purring and nuzzling against you. Tilting your head back, he meets your gaze as his finger traces your lips. “Will you take it for me, angel?” he breathes. 

Your whine is pitiful as you nod, your body sucking his release from him with a hoarse shout. The sensation of him throbbing inside you as his warm essence coats you entirely is too much. Your orgasm surges and ripples through you as you grind against him, scratching his ears as his tail teases your clit. You milk him dry while he places reverent kisses on your skin, more murmurs of “mine” filling the air as he comes down from his high with lazy thrusts. 

Quickly slipping out of you, he helps you fix your dress, gathering your things as he mumbles, “We need to go home.” You raise a brow, confused by his sudden urgency. His demeanor turns calm as he adjusts his outfit and gives you a serious stare. “I'm staying inside you until the spell lifts.” His tone brooks no argument, bringing a smile to your face as you shrug casually. “I won’t fight you,” you quip. But his tone isn’t playful at all when he responds, “It probably wouldn’t matter if you did.” 

Nervously clearing your throat, your eyes widen as arousal courses through you once more. Smirking, Xavier moves around the room, tending to the last plants. You tame his messy hair, wiping a smear of lipstick off his mouth as you try to make him presentable. Grabbing a napkin to clean up the shared release trickling down your thigh, you give Xavier a look of disbelief when he grabs your wrist and discards the cloth. His voice is unapologetic as he instructs, “Leave it.” 

You stop dead in your tracks when Xavier unlocks the door, your words an angry sputter as you punch him hard on the arm. “You let me think someone could walk in at any moment, Xavier!” you nearly shout, frustration overwhelming you at his mind game. He gives you an innocent look, and you almost believe him when he scratches his head, mumbling, “I guess I forgot…” 

Scowling, you give his forehead a sharp flick. “You are insufferable,” you mutter. He pulls you close, grinning against your lips as he murmurs, “But you liked thinking we might get caught, didn’t you? Your pussy was so tight tonight. So wet...” You push him away, crossing your arms and casting your gaze away. “I just like the cat ears, asshole.”

Xavier is right, though. Giving him a tender smile, you reach out, tickling the fluffy appendage. You soften when he leans into your touch with a quiet purr. You really do need to go home, or you might never leave this greenhouse. Taking his hand, you lead him into the hall and toward the back door, hoping to sneak out unnoticed. But Xavier pulls you in the opposite direction, his fingers firmly entwined with yours as he all but struts down the hall. Rolling your eyes, you let him drag you along, irritation swelling when you feel your release dripping out. It rolls down your thigh as you meet Jeremiah’s amused grin. Grimacing, you’re unable to say anything for yourself as you clear your throat and feign interest in a hanging planter.

Xavier's grip on you is claiming, his expression one of complete nonchalance as he thanks Jeremiah for letting him stay. Jeremiah looks you and Xavier up and down, his eyes catching on the marks littering your skin. He chuckles at Xavier’s satisfied smirk, teasing, “The plants better be okay.” With a friendly pat on Xavier’s back, Jeremiah leads you toward the front door, his voice as warm as his laughter. “I’m glad you’re feeling better, Xavier. But, lovingly—go home.” 

You give Jeremiah a questioning look when he removes a “closed” sign from the window. He looks at you like you’ve lost it as he unlocks the door and pushes you out. “You guys were so loud you traumatized everything within a ten-mile radius. I couldn’t let customers hear that.” His face scrunches up as he continues, “Hell, I couldn’t let myself hear that…” He ruffles your hair, grinning at Xavier’s petulant glare before he shuts the door in your face. 

With a content hum, Xavier pulls you in for a kiss. You push him back with a scowl, embarrassment overwhelming you as you mutter, “Don’t push it.” It takes a few weeks before you can revisit Philo. And it’ll be a long while before you can look Jeremiah in the eye without blushing and mumbling something stupid. But what worries you most is how long it will take Xavier to stop suggesting asking the kitties at Meow’s Cafe to turn him into a cat again.

[sexy-monster-fucker]

Darkness

Mark Hoffman x afab!Reader

details: smut, disgusting street men hitting on reader, lots of flirting, mild biting, oral f!receiving, Mark's constant use of "fuck", unprotected sex, cream pie (please wear protection), Mark low-key being into you calling him detective????, kinda possessive Hoffman

word count: 3,550

a/n: me? late to writing a fic i promised months ago? never lmao. requests are open for more Hoffman fics, I am very excited to write for him

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Loud music, too many people talking, and the smell of alcohol overwhelmed your senses.

You sat at the dim lit bar, slumped over the counter spinning the straw in the drink you did not even finish. Your two friends who you had met here earlier in the night had their backs to you. They had gotten comfortable with two strangers at the bar. Flirting with slurred words from a little too much alcohol was the standard with them.

It was deep into the night, anything besides the bar was closed. You decided you were done with the night out. You tapped your friend closest to you, "I'm heading home. Shoot me a text so I know you make it safe." She nodded still entranced by the man in front of her, "Oh-Okay. See ya'." You threw some cash down on the counter and grabbed your bag.

You squinted your eyes at the bright street lamp directly outside of the bar. It was completely black out other than the lights every few feet. Couples attempting casual hookups, people throwing up surrounded by their friends, and other bar dwellers decorated the streets outside. You tried not to look at anyone in particular, but a group of suspicious looking men caught your eye. Eye contact with one of the members was the biggest mistake of the night. You began walking faster down the street, your bag clutched as firm as possible in your hands.

"Oh- Hey, beautiful!" One of the men approached you from behind. Chills of disgust painted up your arms.

"We saw you checking us out. We can help you home~" Another man stepped in front of you under the street lamp.

You tried your hardest to keep walking forward, ignoring them.

"What's the problem, sweetheart? Don't you want some gentlemen to help you out tonight?" A third at your side. You halted under the brightest light you could find as the fourth man joined them. You were surrounded. With no where else to go, you backed into the pole. "I can make it myself," your voice cracked slightly. You were begging, pleading with the universe for some form of an escape from the situation you were in. A lump was forming in your throat, tears beginning to dance at your eyelids. You were scared.

"Don't get shy, sweetheart. We can take care of you tonight."

They were closing in on you. Your mind was racing for a way out. One of them swatted at the bag in your hand, missing the bag but grabbing the strap. You held on with all your might as he pulled. "Just give me the bag, skank!"

The sound of tires behind you made your heart sink. You were sure this was it, they were going to take you off somewhere. Never to be seen again.

"Do you know these guys?" A rugged voice came from the car. You heard the door open and slam, followed by footsteps behind you. The guy in front of you finally released his grip on your bag, his hands throwing up in the air. You stumbled back slightly, bumping into the man from the car as he was directly behind you. His hand went to your shoulder helping you stabilize, "Are you okay?" You nodded with flushed cheeks.

"Listen, we were just trying to help this chick home. No need to get serious," one of the guys spoke.

"Go ahead and crawl back to where you came from before this does get serious," the man from the car spoke sternly, flashing the gun on his hip at them. The entire group ran off into the night.

Your breath you had been holding in finally released. Your hands were shaking ever so slightly. The man stepped in front of you, looking around for any sign of a group you may have been separated from. He finally turned to face you. You felt your face flush with heat at how handsome he was.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing out here all alone this late at night?"

"I just left my friends. I just wanted to get home," your hands rubbed up and down your arms. Your eyes scanned over his entire body. He was obviously a cop of some kind. There was also no ring in site. His broad chest and chiseled face made heat flood your body.

"I can take you home. Miss..?"

"Y/N L/N. And you?"

"Detective Hoffman," he held up his badge for you to see, "But you can call me Mark."

Mark led you to his passenger side, opening the door and helping you in. Walking around the vehicle, he joined you inside. You buckled as the car began off. "Just tell me how to get there," he looked over at you.

The ride was silent. Nothing but the whirring of the cars vents and the occasional bump on the road. Each lamp you passed lit up your face as you stared out the window. Mark's eyes stayed straight on the road, one hand on the wheel the other at his side.

"I forgot to say thank you," you broke the silence. His gaze shot over to you, "It's nothing." You smiled at him slightly.

"So, Detective," you spoke with a tease on your tone, "What kind of cases are you working on?"

"You know I can't disclose that to you," he stared at you momentarily.

"Oh, come on! Homicide detective? In this city? I know you've got something good!"

Mark huffed. The car slowly approached a traffic light. Mark's eyes now could not get off of you.

His eyes examined you fully. He noticed how nonchalant you were being with him, as if you had known each other longer than tonight. Your body and legs leaning towards him showing your trust for him. His gaze wandered down to your exposed thighs. The outfit you had wore was not necessarily revealing, just short around the legs. He had to fight the place his mind wanted to go.

Silence returned to the vehicle. You leaned closer to Mark, "Is there anything I can do to say thank you, Detective?" Your hand flattened against the middle console in an attempt to be closer to him. He rolled his shoulders waiting for the light to change. "O-of course not," he choked, "I am just doing my job."

Mark turned his head to look at you better. Red from the light illuminated both your faces in the dark. You swore you had never seen anyone as handsome in this moment.

Green.

Both of you looked forward at the sudden chance, acting as if the moment you had just shared never happened.

The car came to a halt in front of your apartment building. You stared out the window wishing this car ride could last forever. "Well this is me," you shot a smile over at him. Mark stared at you with hooded eyes. Heat flushed every inch of you.

"Thank you, Detect- Mark... thank you, Mark," you looked at him one last time before starting to open your door. His hand gripped you, "Let me walk you inside so I know you make it safe."

Mark got out of the car and walked around, opening your door for you. He extended his hand to you, helping you out of the car. You mumbled a thanks as you stepped up on the sidewalk. Your heart was racing a million miles a minute. Your body wanted him badly. It longed for more than a simple shoulder touch, or grasp of a hand.

You led him into the elevator of your building. Clicking the button for a silent trip up. The ding of each passing floor rang in your ears. Mark stared up at the numbers as they passed, looking over at you every few seconds between. You both jumped slightly as the door opened abruptly. You showed him down the hall to your door.

"Here we are," you leaned your back up against the door. Mark's eyes silently looked you up and down. His pupils were completely blown, his shoulders heavy, and his chest heaving slightly. He looked around the completely empty hallway, "I'm glad to get you home safe."

"Y-Yeah! I can't thank you enough," you blushed when his eyes met yours again. His lip curled into a sort of smirk seeing you flustered. You felt your entire body rush with heat. You stared down at your feet, almost too embarrassed to look him in the eyes.

"Well. I'm going to head back out. Have a good night, Y/N," Mark began to walk back towards the elevator.

"Mark?"

He turned around quickly to look at you.

"Do you want to come inside?"

Mark's eyes darkened with your question. His eyes darted around momentarily before rushing over to join you. Hands ghosting down your sides as you turn to get your key in the door. His broad chest was pressed firmly against your back. Chills painted every inch of your body, heat rushing straight to your core. His lips pressed against your ear, "I didn't think you were gonna ask."

Your face grew completely red hot, your hands fumbling with your keys. You wanted inside your apartment so bad, but Mark had you flustered and you could not focus. He rested his chin on your shoulder, "What is it, Y/N? I can help you with the keys since you can't focus." His hand snaked up your arm, wrapping itself around yours to steady it. Guiding it into the lock with ease, he turned it for you. "There you go. Good girl," he growled in your ear. You were puddy in his hands.

You opened the door, leading him into the dark apartment. Mark pulled you flush against his chest, his hands going around your waist. The only glow on his face came from the illuminated numbers on the microwave. It lit his eyes beautifully. His breath was hot against you, his eyes staring as heavily into yours as possible.

"You do this with every girl you rescue off the street?" You teased him.

"Do you do this with every man who rescues you late at night?" Mark chuckled, his hands gliding up and down your curves.

You bit your lip, staring heavily into what little of his eyes you could see. "If they all looked as good as you, I probably would," you taunted him.

"Oh, yeah?" Mark's tone was dark. His lips slipped onto your neck. You threw your head back giving him better access. He decorated your skin with sloppy kisses leading up to your ear, "None of them would make you feel as good as I will."

Instant heat. The growl on his tone made your stomach do a flip. You ran your hands up his chest, playing with his tie. He took in a deep breath, his chest tightening with your touch. Hands gripped your ass tight, pulling you flush against his hard member in his pants. A quiver of a breath escaped you.

Mark crashed his lips into yours suddenly. Sloppy, tongue filled kisses were shared between you. You took his lower lip between your teeth lightly. A gruff "fuck" escaped him. One of his hands went to your hair, forcing your lips as close to his as possible. You were on each other like wild animals; two people who were forced to be apart almost.

Mark grabbed your hand, placing it against the front of his pants. "You've got me fucking worked up, pretty girl," he growled in your ear. You were breathless. Your hand began feeling his member, stroking him to the best of your ability. Mark's breathing kicked up, his shoulders heaved with each breath. A smile creeped upon your face seeing him so caught up with you.

"Keep grinning and I'll fuck you on the floor," Mark huffed at you.

Your entire body was overheating. You wanted him. You needed him.

Your hand released from his member, getting a dissatisfied growl from him. Your fingers toyed with the waist of his pants. Mark tilted his head slightly, staring at you. He could feel you much better than he could see you. His eyes had adjusted, but it was still too dark to make out finer details. You dipped the tips of your fingers down into his pants. Tight belt against his waist stopping your fingers from going past. You could feel the liner of his underwear now, playing with the waistband. Mark heaved a breath feeling your fingers against his skin. Your eyes stared up at him now, your other hand dipping under his overcoat that still decorated his body. Fingers finding his suspender, feeling it all the way down.

Mark's finger went under yours chin, redirecting your attention to his face. He placed a more tender kiss on your lips. Tenderness turned into neediness quickly. The sloppiness from before returned, both of his hands went to your face. His body pushed you into the back of the door. Mark began removing his overcoat, never removing his lips from yours. He threw it into the darkness behind him, his hands returning to your face. Heavy breaths escaped between kisses. Your hands went to each suspender attempting to remove them from his shoulders. He pulled his hands through, desperate for the clothes that he wore to be removed. Hands tugging at the tie around his neck as if it was suddenly choking him.

Mark flipped you around quickly, kisses sloppily being placed on the back of your neck as he attempted to unzip your dress. You shimmied yourself out of it as Mark's hands desperately tugged it down your body. He spun you back around, his lips instantly going to the exposed part of your breast. Hunger painted his figure, teeth digging into your skin. You threw your head back against the door. Blindly, your hands searched his chest for the buttons to his shirt. Mark's hands explored your body as his mouth focused on your chest. Large hands gripped your bare ass.

Two of Mark's fingers felt your wet pussy through your panties. You arched your back into him, getting an amused chuckle from him. "I can't wait to feel you around me as I fuck you," he kissed your cheek.

"Please, Mark," you begged.

Mark pulled back from you, staring down at you. You could see him smile in the dark, "Please, what?"

He was taunting you slightly, wanting you to beg for it.

"Please- fuck me, Mark," you pleaded.

"That's what I thought," Mark kissed you.

He backed away wanting you to lead him to your bedroom. You grabbed him by the wrist, leading him through the darkness to an even darker room. Mark walked slowly, trying to follow your lead around the room. Completely unable to see, he did not move too much. You grabbed both his wrists, pulling him along with you as you slowly sat onto the bed. He kissed you, leaning you down onto the mattress. His kisses ventured down your body, stopping right above your panty-line.

Mark's fingers toyed with the band of your panties, teasing you. You arched your hips up in an attempt to make him do something, a whine escaping you.

"You're so fucking needy," he growled against your skin, following it with a kiss. He pulled your panties down off your legs, the air hitting your slick opening. Mark was directly in front of your need now. One of his fingers dipped into you pulling a moan from your throat. It was so sudden. "Fuck, you're so tight," he growled, his hot breath hitting your exposure. He pumped his finger in and out of you slowly. Shockwaves went through every inch of you. He pulled his finger out, you cried out.

"Christ, you're soaked," he chuckled with satisfaction. That same finger was suddenly pressed firmly against your throbbing clit. You called out his name. He joined you face to face, panting above you as his finger still circled your sensitivity. Your mouth was hung open as if you could not catch your breath. Your hands ran up his chest, you had only unbuttoned the top button with your attempt earlier. Hands played with the small patch of exposed chest hair. You could see his teeth glaring down at you, eyes heavy and dark. You began unbuttoning his shirt further, you wanted to see as much of him as possible. Broad chest decorated with a light amount of hair was hiding under the tightly buttoned shirt. You felt him from as far as your hands could reach down to his neck. Hands resting on his cheeks, you leaned up placing a kiss on him. Lightning was shooting through your body as his circles harshened.

"I'm not gonna let you cum just yet," Mark abruptly removed his finger. You whined and arched your back. "Do you want me to fuck you?" his tone toyed with you. He sat on his knees now, pulling his shirt the rest of the way off. His hands removed his belt with haste.

"Yes, Mark," you swallowed.

He pulled his hard member from his pants. It sprung up, hitting him in the stomach slightly. It's almost as if you could feel your mouth run dry. Hands went to both sides of your body, his nose brushing against yours. You could feel him fighting the pants off his legs. His cock played at your opening, rubbing against your slick. Your chest was heaving with anticipation.

Mark grabbed his cock by the base, lining it up with your opening. He sheathed himself inside you, pulling a moan from both of you. His body fell into you slightly, your breasts pressing against his bare chest. He idled momentarily, bathing in this feeling.

"Fuck, I have never felt a pussy this good," his jaw hung open. Slowly, he picked up the pace. Pulling himself almost completely out before ramming back in. He rested his forehead against yours. You exchanged heavy and hot air. Rhythmically he pumped himself into you.

You wrapped your arms around him, running your nails down his bare back. His lips rested against your ear as his body fell flush with yours, "Yeah? Never been fucked this good, have you?" You could only moan in response. "That's right. And you'll never be fucked this good by anyone else," he growled. Partially claiming ownership over you now, but knowing if this never went further he would be the best fuck of your life.

Your walls began pulsing around him as your orgasm approached. After the tension he had put on your clit, your body was ready to unwind.

"Better not cum before I make you cum," Mark snarled against your neck.

You stared up in the darkness. Focusing, trying your hardest to fight the sensation coming over you while still enjoying his cock inside you. Mark's motions became more aggressive as he felt you pulse. Your chest was growing tight as you took in air rapidly.

"Detective," that slipped out, "Please I want to cum."

Mark sat up slightly, looking into your desperate eyes. "Detective?" you could see his mouth curve into a grin when he realized what you said.

Sitting up fully and throwing your legs over his shoulders, Mark began to fuck you fast and hard. "Want Detective Hoffman to make you cum? Gonna cum all over his cock are you, you dirty girl," Mark teased through his teeth. He passed one of your legs to join the other in one hand as his finger returned to your clit. The sound of skin smacking together along with loud moans from you filled the dark room.

The knot in your stomach was building, you could feel the bottoms of your feet growing warm as your orgasm approached. "Mark, I-I'm gon-gonna cum," you threw your head back into the pillow.

"That's right you are. Cum for me," Mark gritted, his hair falling loosely in his face. You felt your walls tighten and the knot come unraveled in you. Walls fluttered around his cock as your orgasm washed over you. Your back arched off the bed, deepening his cock inside you. "Good girl, fuck," Mark sped up his motions, his orgasm not far behind. He laid your legs back, falling back into his previous position, fucking you harder than he had. Lips crashed into yours, his tongue venturing into your mouth. "You're my girl now. Mine, mine, mine," he growled into your mouth. His motions steadied as he shot inside you. Thick ropes painted your inside, Mark forcing his way as deep in you as possible. Your body was shaking with pleasure.

Mark's body fell on top of yours, heaving breathing coming from him. "Fuck," he mumbled against your skin. You ran your hand up and down his back, petting him slightly. It's as if you both were still catching your breath.

Mark rolled off of you, pulling his cock out with him. He pulled you tightly to his side, placing a kiss on your head. You rested your head on his chest. Your finger ran through his body hair.

That same silence from the car ride returned now. There really was not much to say.

You were happy he was the one who rescued you tonight.

~~~

END

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| leah williamson x reader | angst | 3.9k | inspo: butterflies by abe parker | a/n: so this has been sitting in the ask box for nearly a month. initially i didn't get to it bc of school and then bc i struggled to think of what to write. i'm not really happy with how this turned out tbh but i want to at least get something out in regards to this one, lest i stretch it out another month, so here ya go...

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You hadn’t meant to hurt her. You really hadn’t. Everything had happened so quickly. One second you were intently watching the ball get kicked around during five-a-side and the next you were diving to make a save, unaware of the blonde running in behind the ball.

In your urgency to secure the ball, you hadn’t actively paid attention to your arms stretching out, nor the way the white cleats got caught between your outstretched limbs, you managing to gather more than just the ball.

It was only when the blood rushing from your ears disappeared, when the slight jolt of adrenaline wore off, that you realized the tangled mess of limbs that lay behind you.

Pausing, you immediately furrowed your eyebrows. Players weren’t supposed to be where she was. Players weren’t supposed to be behind the keeper. 

Eyes widening in realization, you dropped the ball and quickly stood up in a panic. 

“Oh my god, I’m so s-“

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” The sharp voice cut through your sentence, the anger behind it nearly pushing you a step back.

“I-I’m sorry. I swear. It was an accident.” Your voice quieter this time, the fear evident. The midfielder was on the ground, almost curled up in fetal position, hands clutching her ankle. 

By now the whole team was nearly surrounding you two, Lia and Steph crossing you to be by Leah’s side.

“An accident is when you miss the ball, not when you fucking take out your own teammate during a damn practice,” Leah practically growled out, her eyes still not meeting yours.

“Leah, breathe. She was just doing her job, it was an accident.”

You looked over at Steph, a grateful look appearing on your face for a brief second before promptly turning your attention back to Leah. 

“Her job is to stop the ball, not injure a teammate. If she can’t do that then she should find another job.”

You swallowed hard at her tone, the words hitting you hard. You knew being signed by Arsenal, even as a backup keeper wasn’t going to be easy. Hell, you had expected it to be gruelling and tiresome. But you didn’t expect this. You didn’t think you’d manage to turn one of the club’s key players against you on one of your first few practices with them.  

Leah didn’t even turn to look at you, her back being the only thing visible as she let the other two players and the oncoming medical staff examine her speaking volumes to you. 

The way the ever-supportive, always-understanding skipper couldn’t even look you in the eye hurt you more than words could say. 

Body slumping, your shoulders caved in and you quietly stepped back, letting your head hang low. Mentally berating yourself, you cursed at your mind for reacting so quickly, for not looking at where you were diving, towards who you were diving.

Part of you knew it was your job, that this was part of the game, that technically it wasn’t your fault. Yet, the people pleaser inside couldn’t help but agree with Leah. It was stupid of you to have saved that ball. After all, it was just a practice, right? You could have most definitely gotten away with just letting her score, but you didn’t. And where did that leave you? With a future Arsenal legend cursing you out while they likely had another injury, no thanks to you. 

Just as your thoughts began spiralling towards what Jonas might be thinking about only just acquiring you and you already injuring one of his key players, you felt a gentle hand come to rest upon your shoulders. 

Body jolting, you whipped your head around, tense muscles only slightly relaxing when you saw who the hand was attached to. Stina. 

You let her gently tug you towards her, walking backwards, eyes still downcast.

“Ignore her okay? She’s just running high on emotions, she doesn’t mean it.” The quiet words whispered in your ear don’t have the desired effect however, the weight of your actions sinking into your thoughts.

You shrug in response, taking off your gloves to wipe your sweaty palms on the side of your shorts. 

Bending down to tuck the gloves between your knees, your lips mumbled out a quick prayer to a God you didn’t believe in enough. You prayed, hoped, begged that whatever you had done wasn’t major. After all, the blonde had only recently come back from injury. 

Inhaling deeply, you rose again, unaware of Stina’s eyes on you. You intently watched as the staff tested out Leah’s legs and ankle, holding your breath when one of them gently pressed their fingers around her ankle, turning it slightly. Your eyes immediately flickered over to Leah’s face, eyebrows furrowed, concentrating, trying to gauge the potential severity of the collision. 

It was only when the striker grabbed your arm for a second time that you broke from your staring. “C’mon, it’s a water break. Let them do their thing, she’ll be fine.” Your head swivelled at her comments, finally taking note of how empty the field around you was, save for the ongoing situation. Shooting one last concerned look over at the gunner trio by the goalposts, you trailed behind the Swedish player. 

Throughout the water break, you couldn’t help but let your eyes drift over to Leah and the medical staff. Even as Katie and Kim tried to distract you with conversation, your mind wandered. You wondered how Jonas was feeling about this whole situation. It had only been a little over a month since Leah had come back from her ankle injury, a slew of lesions across the years causing a tense relationship between the midfielder and her crucial joints. And now you had potentially caused another one. You despised the thought of you being the reason she would be out again, for more reasons than one. 

Your worries however, rang true, attention being stolen from the girls in front of you and finding its way to the oncoming stampede of footsteps from the pitch.

Wincing, you turned around, ready to assess just how badly you fucked up. 

Unfortunately for you, the sight ahead of you had your heart silently breaking in two, partially in worry for yourself, but more so in pain for the blonde that was limping across the grounds.

You could sense the tension in the group walking towards the locker room. Leah was hobbling on one foot, using Lia as a crutch while Steph walked beside the pair, defeat clear in her body. The medical staff themselves were quietly conversing with one another, discussing something you couldn’t quite make out.

Deciding to take a chance, you opened your mouth to apologize as the blonde passed you, another ‘sorry’ on the tip of your tongue. However, before you could even get any semblance of a sound out, Leah interrupted you, steel blue eyes connecting with yours for the first time since the encounter.

“Save it. You’ve already done enough.” The irritation didn’t surprise you, after all, you didn’t expect her to be your biggest fan right now. Still, the contempt in her voice had you in shock, heart aching at what you had done and where it had left you. 

Eyes staying wide, body frozen to where you stood, you closed your mouth. 

It was only as Leah walked away from you that you let yourself move, immediately bringing your hands to run through your hair in frustration, before bringing them over your face in a failed attempt to rid yourself of the guilt that plagued you. 

Fuck.

~~~

A week had passed since the collision, the injury turning out to be nothing more than a somewhat minor ankle sprain, only looking to keep the defender out for a little less than three weeks.

In the days that had gone by thus far though, you did your best to avoid Leah, still nervous at the blonde’s initial reaction and her icy demeanour towards you.

You wanted to chalk up her disdain for you to just the unfortunate event and forget about it, but since the incident, each time that you passed her around the training grounds, she seemed to avoid you, ignoring your existence completely. And you’d be lying if you said it didn’t hurt. 

You had looked up to the defender throughout your own career, marvelling at her determination and dedication even though you were only a few months younger than her. To have her nearly pretend you don’t exist whilst on the same team burned you more than you’d like to admit. 

Knowing you had to be mature however, you pretended to be fine every time you saw Leah conversing with another teammate near you. You ignored the tug in your heart when she’d greet the rest of the team, her lips magically skipping your name, as you all filed into the weight room. You told the team it was fine when they confronted you about it, even going as far as telling Kim that you didn’t take it to heart, that you understood why she was upset.

Well aware that you didn’t deserve this treatment, you still let it slide, not wanting to cause any more problems. 

You didn’t let it show to the team but now you were slightly more cautious in practices, letting more goals rocket past you, too afraid of diving too close to a teammate. It was a dangerous game you were playing, nearly putting your career on line, but you couldn’t care about that right now as much as you wanted to. Ensuring you didn’t injure any more teammates was your top priority, lest you somehow manage to turn the whole Arsenal women’s team against you after injuring yet another player.

So as practices passed, you gave your 100% during any distance shooting drills, diving left, right, and centre as needed. You did what you had to, knowing there was no one near you. But when it came to close range shooting, five-a-side, or any other drills you dialled it down. You tried to be subtle with your lessening actions but you knew that the training staff could tell. And you were proven right.

Training had just ended for the day, the cold January breeze making you shiver as you walked across the pitch. You had only made it half way over before you heard your name being called, Jonas’ booming voice carrying through the wind easily. 

Turning around, you walked to him, confusion etched on your face, dread running cold in your bones. 

“Hey, what’s up?” You tried to sound nonchalant. You’re pretty sure you failed.

“You’re holding back during practices, don’t think I can’t tell.”

“What do you mean?” You feigned innocence.

“Don’t. Listen, we brought you here for a reason, what happened with Leah was a freak accident, it wasn’t intentional and we all know that. 

Your body stiffened, swallowing audibly, aware that you just got caught. 

“I don’t care what whoever tells you. You came in here with a job to do and you were doing it well. I’d like to hope that it continues as such.” Jonas ends the conversation, leaving no room for discussion. You can only nod in response, turning around to head to the locker rooms. 

Stuck in your own musings, contemplating on your choices, you don’t see LW squared headed your way, Leah finally off the crutches she’s been using for the past week and a half.

It’s when you almost crash into them, cleats just barely appearing in your field of vision ,that you realize your predicament. Quickly throwing yourself to the side, you just barely manage to avoid hitting Leah again.

“Do you make a habit of injuring all the national captains or just the English ones?” Leah grumbled into the air, the quip no doubt directed to you even as she looked straight ahead.

“S-Sorry.” You squeaked out, picking up your pace and heading in the opposite direction.

You knew she didn’t like you. And you knew you had to make amends with it. What you couldn’t figure out yet is whether you rather have her ignore your existence or acknowledge it with her dislike for you on display.

You didn’t know it as you walked away, but the second you’re were out of earshot, Lia confronted Leah, understanding just how terrible of a position you were in right now.

“You know it wouldn’t kill you to be nice to her right?”

“It wouldn’t kill her to not injure me, especially not after I just came back from an ankle injury,” Leah muttered in response.

“Listen, she’s already been beating herself up for it ever since it happened. You need to cut her some slack.”

“But-“

“No buts. Leah she’s been too afraid to even dive during close practices now. The only time she’s actively being a goalkeeper is during long distance shooting, and we both know that’s not going to do us any good and it definitely won’t do her any good.”

Pouting, it was Leah’s turn to look at her cleats, mind wandering. 

“I wasn’t that rude to her was I?” “You’ve been ignoring her for two weeks! She’s only been here for three!”

Silently groaning, the blonde continued walking.

“Leah…”

“Yes mum?”

“Fix it.”

“Yes m-“ “And stop calling me mum, you child.”

“Yes mother.” A gentle smack hit the back of the skipper’s head before the Swiss captain took off running onto the pitch.

“Oi!”

~~~

You thought being a backup keeper for a club like Arsenal, who already had a great goalie meant that playing time for you wasn’t going to be crazy. You believed it. Nearly confidently knew it. So when Jonas told you that they were resting Manu for the game against Leeds, your anxiety spiked through the roof. After all, it had only been a little over three weeks that you had been with the club, two of them spent with a star player of theirs injured because of you.

Aware that with the team you had the game would be easy, even if it was the fourth round of the FA cup, you weren’t worried about the Gunner’s ability to score and win. The thought of starting while being a backup goalie however, of wanting to maintain a clean sheet on your first game, intimidated you.

When you had initially got the news, two days before the game was supposed to be held, you immediately started to prepare. 

After Jonas had pulled you aside, you had gone off and begged one of the trainers to stay back and shoot at you, setting you up in tough positions and sending in shots from all sorts of angles. Spending an extra two hours on pitch that day, you tirelessly saved shot after shot, working on your release, your control of back passes, and your dropkicks, wanting to perform your best. It was only when the trainer called it a day that you agreed to go home and rest.

You spent match day minus one reviewing game footage, nervousness still rolling through your body. You had studied Leed’s strikers’ shot tendencies, taking note of how the starting XI liked to attack, but still, the weight of what this game meant for you, for your career, sat on your shoulder with a heavy weight no matter how much you prepped.

Arriving to the Meadow Park the day of the game, headphones blasting music, you tried to quell the butterflies in your stomach, tried to ease the tension in your jaw, but it was to no avail. 

Even throughout Jonas’ locker room speech and announcement of the starting lineup, your leg bounced fervently. It was only when warm-ups started that you finally started feeling a bit calmer, the familiar feeling of being on the pitch shushing the roar of voices in your head. 

However, when the team huddled up right before the game started, you could feel the nerves crawl up your spine again. It was only when you felt a hand rest on your arm did your thoughts finally branch off from the game, eyebrows furrowing as you traced the limb to its owner, Leah.

Eyes widening, you looked down at your feet, checking to see if you were maybe stepping on her foot or accidentally crowding her. Noting that you weren’t in fact injuring her in any way, you stepped back, mind reeling at the fact that Leah, the Leah that you injured not so long ago, and then almost hurt again, was willingly standing next to you right now, your arm in her grasp.

Sliding up next beside you, Leah turned to face you, your eyes meeting blue ones for the first time since the injury. 

Taking a sharp inhale, you let your head fall slightly, body deflating. You really weren’t in the mood to be reminded of how you injured the girl, not with the way you were feeling right now.

Leah sighed at your timid demeanour, Lia’s words from a week ago still whispers in her head.

She knew you had been nervous all day, very likely due to the fact that you were starting today. With the way she treated you thus far, she thought maybe she could try and help make you feel a bit more confident but clearly with the way you almost collapsed in on yourself in her presence convinced her otherwise.

Still, it was worth a shot.

“Listen, I know we haven’t started off on the greatest footing, but just know that I’m rooting for you today…we all are. You’ve got this. You weren’t starting keeper for the Red Stars for no reason, you earned it there, and you’re gonna do that again here. Don’t let the voices in your head convince you otherwise.”

The quiet words from the blonde had you frozen in your spot, the gentleness and concern catching you off guard. The words somehow managed to ease your anxiousness ever so slightly however, the weight on your shoulders easing just ever so slightly.

Nodding, you whispered out a meek thanks, eyes meeting hers to show your appreciation. 

Splitting from the rest of the team, you made your way to the goal, throwing your water bottle to the side and taking position. Stretching your neck, you let Leah’s words play in your mind, shoulders loosening up, chest puffing up in confidence.

Throughout the game, you were hyper focused, eyes tracing the ball, following its path even whilst it was wholly across the field from you. Active at every chance you needed to be, you were agile, running to aid in back passes, being aware of a few shots taken your way, ones that you caught with ease. 

By half time, your confidence in yourself was off the charts, proud of your performance and for keeping a clean sheet thus far. It also helped that the team had a comfortable 3-0 lead, thanks to Foord, Kühl, and Kim.

Making your way across the field behind the rest of your team, you saw Leah staying back, her gaze on you. As you approached, she fell into step with you.

“You did great you know? Clean sheet so far and you made a handful of key saves! Especially the one shot where you somehow managed to punch the ball just wide.” You couldn’t stop the smile that took over your face at her words, posture straightening in pride. 

“You really think so?” “Yeah. You did great. You’re not a half-bad keeper y’know…”

Walking the last little bit in silence, you internally celebrated at Leah’s words, glad that she wasn’t upset at you any more. 

~~~

As the final whistle blew, the three sharp tweets ringing throughout the pitch, you let yourself sigh in relief, all the tension leaving your body in seconds.

A content grin on your face, you grabbed your water and started making your way to the rest of the team. 

A string of claps on the back and acknowledgements from your teammates on your performance as you joined the group had you smiling, the clean sheet and nine goals scored no doubt bringing a sense of achievement to everyone. You let yourself be roughhoused by Katie, the Irish woman loudly expressing her joy and tackling you with a muffled “good game rook!” as you listened to Jonas talk. As he finished up his overview of the game, you could feel his sights rest on you, your head tilting, curious at what was going on.

“And just before I let you guys go and change, I just want to shoutout our keeper’s efforts today. From being told that she would be playing in her first game only two days ago, she’s done fantastic, keeping a clean sheet and being ready at any given point to help our defence out. I know the past few weeks have been hard to you, with the new environment and team to get used to, but you absolutely killed it and we’re all proud of you.” Directing the last few sentences to you, you looked at your feet in nervousness, overwhelmed by the support you were receiving. 

“Couldn’t have done it without you guys…thank you all, seriously,” you replied back, head raising to make eye contact with all of the gunners around you.

And as Jonas finally let you go, you let yourself take in the moment one more time, aware that while this game would be minor in the long run, it now held a special place in your heart, bringing on beginnings only you knew. 

Getting jostled out of your thoughts however, you found the English captain at your side once again.

“How you feeling?”

“Happy I think? It feels nice to be here right now.”

“Just right now?” Leah questioned, an inkling in her mind at the choice of your words, one that became concrete as you shrugged in response to her question.

“Hey listen, I’m sorry for being mean earlier. You didn’t deserve it and I had no right to be an asshole to you when it could have happened to anybody.”

“It’s fine. I’m sorry for injuring you right after you had just returned from another injury.”

“Don’t you dare apologize for that. Accident’s happen, it was just an unfortunate series of events.” “Still-”

“I’ll go back to being rude to you y’know? If you keep apologizing.”

Smiling to yourself, you sighed in defeat. 

“New slate?” You stuck out your hand, awaiting a handshake.

“New slate,” Leah agreed, her own meeting yours, three shakes between you two.

Letting go, you felt as the Leah’s arm come to rest over your shoulders, and for the first time, you held your head up high, delighted that you could stand beside her without fear. Basking in the moment, you let yourself be pulled into her side hug, cheeks hurting from smiling so much and a heart that was finally content for the first time since you joined the club.

You hadn’t meant to hurt her and you were glad she knew it. With your guys’ budding friendship now growing, you wondered what the future would hold, happy to be here, beside her, a seed of hope in your heart.

[bruhaintnowway]

I felt like writing soft, low-key, bottom Leon Kennedy so that’s what I did take it or leave it.

Older Leon S. Kennedy x Young Fem Reader

•Fluff

•Smut

You were used to not seeing Leon for long periods of time. In fact, hours would often turn to days which would turn to weeks without seeing your boyfriend. Although you were busy and consumed with all the work you had to do for your final exams, the loneliness hung on your skeleton, weighing you down relentlessly. This had been the longest you had been apart. Stacked on with the fact you knew nothing of him.

Every day the growing fear that a knock would sound at your door and it wouldn’t be Leon but a colleague of his telling you the worst news imaginable, petrified you leaving you with restless nights.

You felt silly sometimes walking around your apartment seeing a shirt of his and hugging it to sleep holding it close to your face for even a fraction of the feeling that he was there.

But today was a different feeling of restlessness today he was coming home. You could practically feel your body vibrating with excitement just at the thought of him being near again. You try to get your mind off the wait typing an essay on your computer for your class but every noise had your head snapping to the door and when nothing appeared a heavy sigh would leave your nose heaving your chest in frustration.

“Fuck,” You mutter tapping your finger on the table.

After an hour with nothing but a sentence on your screen, you sigh heavily closing your computer with a snap and standing stretching your body.

“Any minute now,” You kept repeating in your head and under your breath as you tried to fill the time with busy work to keep your head distracted. Picking up any paperwork discarded from past projects.

The sudden knock on your apartment door echos in your head and your heart thumps in your chest. You spin on your heel as the doorknob turns on its own and there he stands.

It was always heartbreaking to see Leon after a mission he was covered in dirt and sweat, there were dark splatters across his clothes that you choose to ignore although you knew the look of dried blood when you saw it. His hair was messy and unwashed the need for a shower was completely apparent.

He offered you a smile but it was weak his eyes looked tired the eye bags darker than the last time you saw him the blue dulled and you sigh finding yourself running to him and hugging him tightly.

“What took you so long?” You mumbled softly, burying your face in his neck.

A low chuckle escaped him and suddenly everything aligned again his voice soothing you instantly.

“Got caught up with something.” He joked back, hugging you tightly. His face is in your hair taking a deep breath of your scent.

“Want to clean up?” You say, a small smile on your lips he nodded slowly. The sweat and grime of his mission burned your nose but you laughed at his slow nod. You pull him in shutting the door behind him. Although you burned with excitement first thing was first.

You pull him into the bathroom pulling back the curtain and filling the tub with warm water. You look back at him as he shrugged his clothes off. The clear routine that happened whenever he came back home of heading to clean himself off before anything. You see how tense he is and you sigh pouring scented oils and salts hoping it would relax him for even a moment.

“Come on now,” He nods at your words tiredly and walks over to you leans down, and plans a soft kiss on your cheek.

You smile at the soft affection and help him, a low groan of approval escapes his lips as he sinks into the water you laugh a bit.

“Feels good right?” You laugh softly he looks up at you lazily a small smile on his face as his calloused hand cups your face you lean into the touch for a moment taking him in.

“Welcome home,” You mumble softly into his hand as you kiss the palm. Another low laugh escapes his lips as he sinks into the water. You laugh at this motion and your hands move to his shoulders your thumbs working the tension on his back and he whined a bit relaxing into your touch.

“You’re an angel,” Leon whispered softly tilting his head back to look up at you. You smile your hands tracing scars on his back as you worked on what you could.

“I missed, you.” You say gently kissing his back where the scars had faded, frowning a bit at the new inclusions but you don’t say a word about them. You massage shampoo into his hair gently another soft groan of approval leaves his body and you smile.

“I missed you too,” He mumbled back. You were silent, enjoying the peaceful moment as you scrubbed away any dirt from his body and hair. Your hands moved gently over his skin as you coddled him.

He sighed happily, he never asked for affection it was a little fault of his. Leon saw it as asking for help but you knew better even though he was older you couldn’t help it. He would never find himself pulling away when you ran your fingers through his hair gently or helped him get dressed in the mornings when you could. When he finally felt clean enough to you, you help him stand offering a soft towel which he smiles at.

“You baby me too much.” He chuckles. You laugh a bit as you work on picking up the soiled clothes tossing them into the hamper and draining the water from the tub.

“Are old men always this grumpy?” You tease. He laughs relaxing a bit more as he dressed in clean clothes and walked over to you hands on your hips pulling you in for that much-wanted kiss.

“I missed you so much,” He whispered softly you smiled your arms resting on his shoulders as you kiss. It didn’t matter how many times you kissed him there was always a tingle of excitement that ran through your body like waves. You sense the desperation he has the moment his hands travel under your shirt.

“How much?” You whisper teasingly against his lips.

“Enough,” He says roughly his thumbs rubbing circles on the sides of your stomach gently.

“Are you sure you can take it?” You laugh your fingers toying with his wet hair gently. He chuckles a bit the low sound making your heart race with anticipation.

“I’m not that old,” He chuckles. He looks down at you the usual gleam in his eyes back making him look alive again.

“You always say that,” You smile, moving your hands to cup his cheeks and squish them gently.

“My cute gramps,” You laugh and he rolls his eyes as he laughs at your words.

His laugh always made you happy there was never a moment when his happiness didn’t infect you completely. He shook his head at the tease and kissed the palm of your hand, looking down at you lovingly. His hands pull your waist near him, a coy smile on his face a soft blush spreading over his skin.

“I’m here, safe and sound,” He says. You hug him tightly for a moment just for a moment you let it sink in that he’s back he’s alive and safe and whole your heart soars at his company and you swallow thickly.

“You are,” You say softly, you take in his scent. The smell of him you’d been doing whatever you could to get when he was gone filling your lungs.

He hugs you back tightly no matter how cold you kept your apartment he was a walking furnace and you soaked up his warmth greedily. Your hands move down his body it was exactly as you remembered it, every curve and dent. You looked up at him a warm expression on your face as you sigh. You push yourself onto your tip toes a loving kiss pouring out of you as his lips met yours.

You let yourself settle with the realization that he was here.

He was alive.

he was safe.

You could hold him.

You feel him open his mouth a bit and you smile against his lips as your tongue invaded him taking in his taste determined to remember every single thing about him again.

“Mmmf~” He whined a bit. You feel yourself get lost in him melting into him as you kiss him happily. You start guiding him out the door lips hardly separating as you stumbled together to your room.

“I missed you, so much,” He mumbled against your lips it was a desperate attempt to rile you up. His hands traveled to your waist holding onto them as you stumbled into your room.

It dawned on you that it had been a month an entire month since you had last seen Leon, having to find ways to pleasure yourself through the scent of his shirts and through the pictures in your phone that you saved for when he was away.

He stumbled onto the bed sitting down as you climb on top of him. Your knees pressed into the bed on either side of his thighs as you sat on his lap leaning against him with arms warped around his shoulders to pull him in closer. He doesn’t fight back in fact you knew for a fact that he hadn’t had the satisfaction of rubbing one out for that entire month that he was gone. A desperate grumble vibrates through him and makes you shiver with excitement. His hands toyed with the hem of your shorts and you pulled away from your kiss.

“Desperate?” You whispered he whined a bit as you hold onto his hands keeping them from exploring your body any further.

“P-Please,” He looked up at you his pupils blown with need.

“Baby.” He whimpered as you moved your hips with intention. You smile moving to press soft kisses on his jawline and down to his neck kissing on the skin gently. You felt him sigh in happiness as you did and you smile against his skin sucking on all the spots you knew he liked. A soft moan escapes his lips as he tilted his head back giving you more access to his neck.

“Good boy~” You cooed biting the skin softly your tongue licking over the marks gently to soothe them.

He whined in response, relaxing under your touch completely as you worked. You pulled away just enough to roll your hips into him his breath catches and he looks up at you with a pleading face.

“P-Please,” He whined, his hands not moving from your hips because he knew better.

“Please, what?” You say a smile on your lips.

Fuck, you missed him.

“Please, I want more,” He says not even trying to hide the desperation in his voice.

“Sweats,” You slide off of him as you instructed.

Almost as if on instinct he pulls his sweats off, his boxers showing the wet spot of pre cum that had gathered while you were grinding on him.

“What a good boy,” You say again kneeling down on the carpet and spreading his legs apart. You settled between them he sat on the edge of the bed watching you, his face completely flushed as your hands massaged his thighs.

“You look so pretty,” You whisper to him kissing the inside of his thighs and he shutters taking a deep breath of anticipation as your lips press onto his skin gently. You see bruises on the skin not healed from his missions and you feel a bit of sadness wash over you. You kiss them gently not putting pressure on them.

“You poor thing,” You coo and he sighs looking down at you gratefully.

you decided against bruising the skin further. Your hands move to his bulge hidden under his boxers and you graze it teasingly. He shutters again a soft gasp escaping his lips. You palm it through the fabric and he lets his head fall back, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed.

“Hah~” He moans softly.

You continue to tease him grazing your hands up and down his happy trail. You see him settle a bit and you move to finally free his cock sliding down the boxers and discarding them to the side. You gaze at the thickness of him running your thumb over the slit of the tip and he whined your name hazily.

“Hmm” He hums.

You ghost your fingers near his shaft grazing it teasingly and he rolled his hips wanting any contact.

“Don’t make me tie you down,” You threaten.

He whined a bit embarrassed as he settled back down. You smile and lean forward your tongue lapping at the pre cum collecting at the top that came out in beads. He whimpers softly in pleasure and you swirl your tongue at the tip, you watch his body tense and you can’t help but feel the burning sensation of want in your stomach. You moved down to the base of his cock licking up and down the hardened shaft agonizingly slow.

“Fuck~” He mumbled breathily. His hand comes down to your hair tugging it.

“Leon, you know better,” You warn.

He gasps a bit moving his hand away and holding onto the sheets under him you hum approvingly licking up and down his stiff cock and taking the head of it into your mouth, you feel him shake under you. Your hands hold his hips as you swallowed the girth of it completely. You missed the feeling of his cock down your throat and you hum in satisfaction as your nose reaches his base.

“Hah~” Leon whined again gripping the sheets under him his knuckles turning white.

You find yourself too desperate to continue teasing him so you begin moving slowly. Your head moved up and down taking in his cock down your throat like it was the best thing you’d ever tasted. He squirmed under you, his breath becoming more ragged with every movement.

“Shit~” He whined, rocking into your mouth desperately as he let his head fall back in pleasure.

You gag a bit at the movement but continued, speeding up as your tongue swirled around his shaft.

“Hah~ Ah~” Leon’s voice rang through the room and echoed in your head making your body burn. You happily bobbed your head sucking his cock like it was candy.

“I- I’m- hah~” Leon’s voice was soft and desperate as he gripped at the sheet under him your eyes water as he bucks into your mouth and you swallow around him causing another groan to rip through him.

“I’m gonna~” He whined his voice was heavy.

Your movements didn’t slow as your jaw locked around him and tears flowed from your eyes as his dick hit the back of your throat over and over again. His back was arched and his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he let out one final moan as his cum shot down your throat.

Your hands massaged the outside of his thighs soothing him through the process as you swallowed his seed and pulled away his cock. You look up at him wiping your mouth as he panted.

“So good,” He mumbled trying to catch his breath. You stand a slip your shorts off along with your panties.

“I’m not done.” You say pushing him against the bed kissing him roughly forcing him to taste the cum in your mouth.

“You taste good,” You mumble into his mouth and he whined his hands at your waist.

“Can I touch you now?” He begged.

You smile against his lips and move his hand between your thighs. He moved on instinct as if muscle memory carried him while his fingers rubbed the sensitive nerves. You moan into his mouth softly as he works slick coating his fingers.

“Looks like you missed me just as much as I missed you,” He smiled up at you as he spoke.

His fingers worked your clit just the way he knew you liked it. His digits push in after a moment making you buck against his hand.

“Keep going,” You whispered softly rolling your hips into his hand fucking yourself onto his fingers.

“So pretty,” He whispered softly, sending chills down your back you grab his wrists and force him to stop placing them on your hips.

“Keep me steady, yeah?” You whispered softly and he nods your hands moves to his cock again pumping him to stiffen him up he whined softly at the movement. You position yourself on top of him and slide down slowly the slick of your body making it easy after he had stretched you out.

“Fuck, I love you so much~” He whined breathlessly gripping onto your hips.

You crack a smile you missed him too. His words sunk in you, and the heat in your stomach knotted with desire. You place your hands on his stomach steadying yourself as you took a deep breath moving your hips back and forth slowly, soft moans escape your lips as you look down at Leon with a smile, he grins back up at you his face completely flushed.

“Look at you~ so cute,” You coo.

He whines as you quicken your movements rocking your hips and feeling him inside you. You’d missed the feeling of this. Having him completely under your control and doing whatever you asked him to. it was your favorite thing about him. You knew he felt the same it was no secret Leon was bigger than you, stronger, and older he could do whatever you wanted to you if he felt the urge. He could fight back but he willingly let you do whatever, anything you wanted he’d give it to you.

You quicken your movements on him bouncing a bit so that his cock hit that perfect little spot inside you. He groaned at your movements panting heavily as his grip on your thighs tighten.

“S-So good~” He whimpered looking up at you his eyes glazed over with lust.

You don’t answer so focused on the feeling of him inside you, you couldn’t help but hang your head in pleasure panting as moans escape your lips his hands keeping you steady as he bucked up against you making a moan rip from your throat loudly.

“Leon,” you rasp, moaning as you continued to move your pace rhythmically.

“I’m sorry,” He breathed, squeezing his eyes shut as you moved.

You continued to move. Your movements became erratic losing control by the second the longer you moved the more you felt your stomach tighten.

“H-Hey, I’m gonna-“ He whined, you look down at him with sharp eyes.

“Don’t you dare,” You say, as you continued to move.

He nods with a whine and holds you steady as you continue to pleasure yourself with him using him for the satisfaction you had been craving for so long as he laid and took it, repressing the release he so obviously craved.

“Please, please I need to,” He begged, his breathing was erratic.

You say nothing.

“Please, oh god… please… baby… I need to…. So… fuck…” He babbled, unable to form a sentence as he used him.

You looked down at him as tears formed in his eyes as he continued to beg you to let him cum. His face was flushed as drool dripped from the corner of his mouth. He held back his release his breath catching into his throat. He looked up as tears flowed from his eyes.

“Please~” He begged, you look down at him saying nothing and he sniffles.

“Fuck,” He cried the intense pleasure overwhelmingly strong as he begged to finish.

Finally, you feel the string in your stomach snap and you let out a string of moans clenching around him as you cum in satisfaction. You slide off just as he cum’s onto his stomach and he relaxes into the bed heaving, sniffling, and wiping tears from his face. You wipe the tears off his face, cooing softly.

“You did so good,” You whisper.

“Good job,” You reassure as he calms down a bit. He pulls you down into a strong hug, panting holding you tightly.

“Fuck, I needed this,” He sniffles.

You smile and pull away.

“Who said I was done?"

[inactivewattpadauthor]

Johnny Cage x Reader: Low In The Studio

Warning: Unfinished + Angst - He didn't cheat on you, but emotions were definitely played ~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Damnit!" Cursing under your breath, you crumpled up yet another paper. Tossing it carelessly to the overfilled bin where all your other failed scripts went. None of them came out write. Any new draft would turn out the same. Ending in you somehow manifesting your issues and emotions into the dialogue, which is something that made you cringe when you reread, over and over.

The audience wouldn't want some cheesy, cliche drama, would they? You needed to get your shit together. You took the liquor bottle and poured your glass for - however many it was now - time. If you somehow can't do this one thing you were always good and proud at, what's the point in being here?

Downing your shot, you glanced numbly at your phone. It was faced down on the disorganized desk, and you were just sorely tempted to reach for it. But all it took was remembering how happy he looked with that pretty blond military general. Could I have made him smile like that?

Thinking on it hurts, and you only pray all the liquor could sooth the burden, hurrying for another glass. Fuck it. You set the small glass down and drank straight from the bottle instead. Everything still hurts.

Setting your head down on the desk, you took deep breaths. Everything was spinning. All you did was close your eyes, staying still as everything went black and silent

...

"I'm back!" A voice sung. "Woah, it is dark in here!" White lights flickered on, waking you up. You didn't even know you passed out, but you felt groggy. Sleeping was always great when you had problems, but you felt worse this time.

"Y/n! You here? I got some time off from the military so I could shine up my acting career." You hear him. You just didn't answer.

"Hello?" He playfully peeks at your desk. Taking off his sunglasses, he sees how messy everything was around you. You looked a mess yourself, all you did was give him a troubled look. The kombatant didn't even know he's the reason for it.

"Tough day? You kinda look..." He grimaces at you, looking at your messy hair to the bags under your eyes.

"I'm amazed, Johnny. I really am." You started off, brushing back your wild hair, trying to keep in your composure. Of course, he looks at you with confused brown eyes, not knowing why you seem upset towards him.

"I didn't mind that you went into the army. It's noble and I do have a few family members in the military as well, but," Your lips were starting to quiver. You forced yourself to look straight in his eyes. "To see you taking pictures of you kissing some other woman... What the hell is that all about?!"

Johnny freezes up, knowing what you meant and how he didn't think he'd need to explain. "Ohh, Y/n, Sonya? She's... We are-"

"I know. Don't worry!" You fake a smile. "That's exactly why I'm amazed! You made me feel loved! I thought we were gonna have that! But it's fake!" You got up beginning to pace around. "You really are a good actor."

Johnny watches you past by him, reaching for your car keys. "Y/n? What are you doing?" He walks to you swiftly with concern.

"I'm going out!" You shout, tears threatening your eyes.

Grabbing your wrist with the keys clutched in them he begins restraining you. "No, you're clearly drunk. Why don't we sit and talk about this? Come on!" He keeps you from leaving the door, trying to pull you to the couch.

"Fuck you! Don't act like you care!" Your sob begins. "We slept together, not even once! Did it not mean anything to you?" You shout, trying to push him off, but he uses his strength to carefully sit you down on the couch.

"Y/n- Y/n, I know you feel bad. Just listen!" Johnny holds your arms so you can stop trying to hit him. At least he has you on the couch, extracting your keys from you so you don't go out and hurt anyone or yourself.

"You're a douchebag! I didn't want to believe the other women, because I didn't think you'd dispose me like that!" You cried out your rants, struggling to remove your arms from his grasp so you can just punch his stupid, douche face.

"I am. I'm sorry." He admits with shame, not like you could tell.

For a few minutes, he has you held down so you don't do anything reckless, repeatedly apologizing and getting you to calm down. You grew tired and all was left was just heartbroken tears and sniffles, not understanding anything. Cage knew this but he grew up to know excuses were worthless.

"Listen to me," He begins as things were quieter. "You have every right to hate me. But you're going to grow into the best screenwriter the world has ever seen. If I die in Special Forces, you have my permission to spit on my grave." He genuinely offers the last part, but still it was somewhat funny,

"I don't want to hate you. I just..." You sat on the couch and wiped the drying tears. "Were we not a thing?"

"I- No... We should've spoke about that." The actor looks to the side and rubs the back of his head.

"Miscommunication. Great..." You sigh, slowly getting your senses back together. ~~~~~~~~~~~~

[withacapitalp]

How to Rehabilitate a Jock in Four Months Part 11

Part One Part 10 Part Twelve Link to Ao3

Alrighty guys I want you all to thank @stevethehairington for betaing this and making it fantastic, @henderdads for making the poll that made me finally finish writing this, and @steveshairychest for being a furry lmaooo (Sorry I had to)

Also I know you guys reallllly aren't going to want to hear this, but I wanted to put out one more chapter before I let you know that HTRAJ is going on a hiatus. Not a long one! I just have way too many WIPs going right now, and two of them are Valentines gifts (and good reads if I do say so myself!)

Step Eleven: Play Some Music

“Steve gets shotgun,” Eddie called as they exited the trailer, tossing Steve a smile that made his chest feel fuzzy as he jumped down the last two steps. 

“What the hell man?” Jeff grumbled, looking slightly put out, “We take turns,” 

Steve opened his mouth to say he didn’t mind and he would take sitting in the back, but Eddie pushed him towards the van with ease. 

“Steve’s never been inside of Hortensia, he deserves to see her at her absolute best,” He reasoned, giving Jeff a big megawatt smile and waiting to see what he would say. He still didn’t seem thrilled, but Jeff just rolled his eyes and climbed into the backseat. 

Steve would have made a comment on the fact that Eddie had named his beat up clunker ‘Hortensia’ of all things, but it was just so Eddie that all he could do was smile and shake his head. That was classic Eddie, always seeing the good, always finding something to make better. A trashy white van was Hortensia, an ex-jock was a potential friend. 

It was his superpower, almost as strong as El’s. 

“Your ride, my liege,” Eddie said, opening the passenger side theatrically. Steve rolled his eyes and climbed in, buckling his seatbelt as Eddie jumped into the drivers side seat and flourished his keys. 

“Let’s get this show on the road,” Eddie declared, turning the ignition. 

Nothing. 

Another attempt. The van gave a low grumble but did nothing. 

“Damn hunk of junk, piece of shit, mother-”

“Hortensia, huh?” Steve said with a raised brow, interrupting Eddie’s tirade of angry muttering. He threw Steve a slightly dirty look, staring at him directly in the eye as he tried the ignition again. 

Bingo. The van roared to life, headlights instantly taking the empty blackness around the trailer and filling it with trees. The entire group cheered as Eddie victoriously beeped the horn, and Steve opened his mouth to say some stupid comment that would probably make everyone laugh. 

Then the headlights flickered. 

In a single moment the ease, the happiness, it was just gone. Like a fire in dry brush, it had disappeared, and all that was left was a quick panicky feeling that there was something watching them, something waiting nearby. 

He needed his bat. 

“What the hell- Woah, what’re you doing?!” Eddie demanded as Steve shoved his way out of the car, walking over to his Beemer. He had already gotten his backpack out and was rifling through it by the time Eddie snuck up on him. 

“Steve?” Eddie asked softly. 

Eddie was out of the van. He was vulnerable. If something was sneaking up on them, then he would be the first one down.

Steve moved quickly, spinning the two of them so Eddie was up against his car, and Steve was out in front of him. That was better. He didn’t have a weapon, but he knew how to fight these things. At the very least, Eddie would have the time to run to the van if things went bad. 

“Do you see anything?” Steve asked, looking around them. 

The lights had only flickered once, just once, but once was enough. Once was a warning, and ignoring that would be stupid. 

That was Hopper’s number one rule. Don’t be Stupid. 

“What should I be seeing? A boogeyman?” Eddie teased, standing up straight and walking over to Steve, “You think I’m gonna see a were-”

“Eddie,” Steve cut him off with a severe look, grabbing Eddie’s wrist and pulling him behind him again, “Do you see anything?”

“No,” Eddie murmured after a moment. Steve spared a quick glance behind him, faltering when he saw just how uneasy Eddie was. 

“There’s…Steve there’s nothing out there,” 

Nothing out there. The lights were clear, they had been the entire time, and there was no growling, no sound of strange steps creeping up. Just the purr of a rusty engine, and the sound of Steve’s blood racing in his ears. 

Eddie was right. There was nothing out there. 

A rush of humiliation barreled over Steve, erasing everything else. He let out a slow shaking breath, running a hand over his face and hating the way his eyes were starting to burn. 

A few lights acting funny and he turned into this? Over lights? 

“Are you-”

“I’m fine,” Steve whispered, the lie strikingly obvious to both of them, “Just-”

Steve reached around Eddie and grabbed his backpack off of the ground, hefting it up over one shoulder and turning back to the van. 

“I have what I need. Let’s go,” Steve said, closing the door before Eddie could ask him again if he was okay. 

Flashlight, walkie-talkie, car keys, first aid kit, knife. 

Flashlight, walkie-talkie, car keys, first aid kid, knife. 

Flashlight-

What was he doing? 

Steve forced an exhale, pushing all of the air out of his lungs, letting the deafening chatter from the car around sink back in, and finally releasing the death grip he had on his bag. 

The backpack that had his flashlight, walkie-talkie, car keys, first aid kit, and knife. Everything he could carry inconspicuously in case of an emergency. His knife wasn’t ideal, but better than nothing. Steve would have loved to have Baby with him too, but she had to stay in the trunk of the Beemer. The last thing he needed was everyone to know how actually insane he was now, and carrying around a bat full of nails was a one way ticket to the loony bin.  

Maybe he should ask Nancy to teach him how to shoot a gun. A pistol was easily hidden, and-

Jesus. There really was something wrong with him. 

This was fun. Steve was supposed to be having fun. It was just a nice normal night with nice normal friends. The gates were closed, the kids were all together having a sleepover at the Wheeler’s, everything was just fine. 

So why was his stomach still twisted up in knots? Why was he obsessively looking out the window at the trees, just to make sure nothing was running alongside the van?

“What do you think, Steve?” Eddie asked, thrusting Steve back into the conversation happening all around him. The bumping bass from the radio was gone, and the rest of the group was now staring at him, waiting for an answer. 

Shit. 

Steve curled his hand around the strap of his backpack again, shrugging and giving Eddie a tight lipped smile, hoping that would be at least a somewhat adequate answer. Judging by Eddie’s furrowed brow and downturned mouth, it wasn’t. 

Flashlight. Walkie-Talkie. Car Keys. First Aid Kit. Knife. Flashlight. Walkie-Talkie. Car Keys. First Aid Kit. Knife. 

“He probably hasn’t listened to either of them yet,” Jeff cut in, tapping his chin. 

Oh. They were still talking about bands. Steve probably couldn’t have answered that question even if he had been listening instead of quietly freaking out. 

“You can tell us which was your favorite after the show,” Frank said, making eye contact with Steve from the rearview mirror and giving him an easygoing smile. Steve returned it, feeling the tension in his shoulders ease up ever so slightly. 

Frank was a cool guy. Understated, but nice. He always kind of hung around in the back, but that was fine. In a group like Hellfire with so many big personalities, having a steady person like Frank helped to balance everything out. 

“I still think he would like Black Sabbath best,” Jeff said, settling back in his seat. 

“Of course you think that,” Gareth replied with a roll of his eyes, pausing for a minute before crossing his arms and continuing in a begrudging tone, “Quiet Riot. Everyone can appreciate them. Even Steve.”

It wasn’t exactly an insult, so Steve decided to let go of any part of him that bristled at Gareth’s words. Gareth was a lot like Mike, it took him time to warm up. It was just…taking a bit longer than Steve had expected it to. 

Whatever. He liked a good challenge. 

“Trust me, we’ll play a song from the new Dio album and Steve’ll be a total convert,” Eddie said, shooting Steve a bright smile that warmed him from the top of his head to the tip of his toes. “We’ll have to get you a battle vest to match mine soon enough,” 

Without really thinking about it, Steve let go of his bag and reached up to play with the guitar pick hanging around his neck. Even just touching it was enough to ease away whatever nerves were still rolling around his body. 

It wasn’t like he was magically some different person, but wearing Eddie’s clothes and having his necklace was… it was almost like there was a shield. They were a buffer, a barrier between Steve and the fear that seemed to rule over everything he did nowadays. Here he wasn’t the babysitter or the protector. He was the new kid, someone who was still learning and allowed to slip up. If he didn’t know something, then it wasn’t the end of the world. 

“You sure you’re okay?” Eddie asked, staying quiet so the other three who were still debating wouldn’t hear him. 

“Yeah,” Steve replied immediately, squeezing his fingers around the chain and taking a slow deep breath, “better now,” 

“If you wanna talk, I’m always here,” Eddie whispered back, giving Steve one more soft glance before turning his eyes back to the road. Steve sighed, dropping his hands back to his lap and letting his head rest against the seatbelt, closing his eyes so he didn’t have to see the forest around them. 

The thing was, Steve knew he wanted to talk to Eddie. He wanted to tell him that Dustin had left at 4 o’clock today, and Steve had been late because he was nervous about coming tonight. He wanted to tell Eddie that he was worried about fitting in, worried about letting his guard down, worried about the endless ‘what-if's' that seemed to run around in his mind in an endless loop these days. Eddie would listen, and even if he didn’t understand, he would empathize. 

Steve wanted to, but he couldn’t. 

Because Eddie was understanding, but he was also so so nosey. He would poke and prod and try to learn the whole story, because he wouldn’t be able to help himself, and Steve couldn’t handle that. If that happened, Steve would have to pull back, put distance between them. Not only to protect himself and his people, but to protect Eddie too. 

Steve had seen what happened to people who got pulled into their world. 

Bob was what happened. 

And even the thought of something like that happening to Eddie made Steve’s heart race. He reached up to touch the guitar pick again just to ground himself in the moment. 

It was fine. Nothing was going to happen to Eddie. Nothing was going to happen to any of them. Steve wouldn’t let anything ever happen to any of them. 

“Alright freeloaders, we’re here!” Eddie crowed, and Steve opened his eyes just as they pulled into the parking lot of a dingy looking hovel. 

The place looked about two steps from being closed for a health code violation, and Steve was instantly reminded that his mom had made him promise to never get within a thousand feet of the Hideout. It was apparently a bar for ‘other’ kinds of people. Mechanics and factory workers and cashiers. Not Harringtons. 

But here he was, right outside, and the world hadn’t caved in. Imagine that. Steve laughed quietly to himself, getting out of the van and coming around to the back with the rest. 

“‘Sup douchebags!” A voice called from across the parking lot. 

Rocky and Janet were walking over, both decked out in their metal best. Rocky was wearing the same spiked vest he wore every day, but he had chosen a pair of jeans to go with it that was more chain than denim, a look that would have gotten him sent straight to detention if he so much as stepped onto the parking lot of the school wearing it. Janet was wearing her usual attire, but her hair was up in a messy bun complete with deep dark eyeliner and a skull patterned choker. 

“Hey asshole,” Gareth replied, slapping Rocky’s hand against his own and opening the van door, “Help us with set up?” 

As they began to coordinate getting all of the stuff out of the van, Janet skipped over to Frank to chat. 

“I thought you weren’t allowed to come out tonight,” Frank said, rubbing his arm and giving her a timid smile. 

“I wasn’t. As far as my parents know I’m asleep in bed right now,” She replied, giving Frank a mischievous little grin as she kissed him quickly on the cheek, turning around before she could see the way the boy immediately turned into a tomato. 

“Hi Steve. I like the new look. You should wear it to school when we go back. Start 1985 off with a bang,” Janet said in her normal slightly snarky tone. 

“Hi Janet,” Steve said, shoving his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket and ducking his head down to hide the stupid grin on his face as she came over to inspect him, pointing out various add-ons he could have made to get the ‘true full metal experience’. 

This was the thing he had been searching for. Blissful normalcy with dumb conversations and stupid lighthearted jabs. Something easy that wasn’t bogged down in reality. 

“Hup two, guys. We’re already late,” Eddie huffed, pulling on an amp that was far too big for him to hold up on his own. 

“And who’s fault is that?” Jeff said with a roll of his eyes, quickly stepping in to take the other side of the equipment and gently easing it out of the van. Steve grabbed a random box and hefted it up, walking towards the door with Janet hot on his heels, still examining his new outfit. 

“Is that Eddie’s necklace?” She blurted out the second she spotted the dark red swirls, her jaw dropping open comically wide as she stared at it with huge eyes. 

“Someone decided to play Heavy Metal Barbie with pretty boy right before we were supposed to leave,” Gareth grunted, accidentally smacking Rocky with one of his drums as he stepped out of the van.

“Okay! Let’s just get moving, please!” Eddie quickly shouted in an uncharacteristically high pitched voice, practically dragging Jeff as he hurried into the bar. 

If Steve wanted to let himself over examine things, then he would have dared to say that Eddie was blushing. Instead of assessing that particular thought, he grabbed the door and held it open for the rest. 

With all seven of them working, set up went quickly, and before too long there were only a few things left to get. 

“I’ll grab them so you can start tuning or whatever,” Steve offered. 

“I’ll go with you,” Rocky said, pulling Steve out of the bar.  

“You know, I can’t believe he let you wear his lucky pick,” Rocky said the second they were alone outside, pitching his voice low even though there was no one to overhear them. “He doesn’t even let anyone else touch it, let alone wear it. ” 

This was enough to stop Steve in his tracks, his eyes darting down to the little piece of plastic around his neck.

No one else was even allowed to touch it? 

The necklace was already sentimental enough when it was just Eddie’s favorite. Now it was something precious, a treasure that wasn’t meant for any other person. Steve had been joking about Eddie staking a claim on him before, but the guitar pick practically felt like a brand at this point. 

The startling thing was just how much Steve didn’t mind. 

It was the same as ‘Sweetheart’. This was another thing that guys weren’t supposed to do for other guys, another thing that Steve shouldn’t want. He should be taking it off right now, handing it back to Eddie and going home back to the life he belonged in. 

None of this was right. Steve shouldn’t be here at a bar meant for people who were supposedly below him, he shouldn’t be dressed up like a metalhead going to listen to thrashing loud music in the middle of the night, and he certainly shouldn’t be happy Eddie Munson was having him wear something he wouldn’t even let anyone else even touch. 

This wasn’t the way things were supposed to be. This wasn’t who Steve was supposed to be. 

But was anything the way it was meant to be anymore? 

There were monsters from other dimensions and little girls who could move things with their minds. There were government cover ups, evil scientists, and dead people all over the place. 

No, nothing was how it was supposed to be anymore. At least this was a change that made Steve happy. He didn’t need to think about that too much, or try to figure out why. 

At least, he didn’t need to yet. 

“Well…maybe he just thought I could use some good luck tonight,” Steve murmured, reaching up and letting his fingers rest against the necklace for a moment before grabbing one last amp and walking back into the bar. He put it down gently on the floor of the ‘stage’ (It was a rickety wooden platform that was barely a feet off the ground, but Eddie had called it a stage), fully intending to turn right around and go back to the car to get his backpack. 

“That was the last of it, Sweetheart,” Eddie called from behind, making Steve stop short, “Rocky and Jan grabbed the best table in the house for you guys. It’s far enough that the drunks won’t hurl on you if they end up having a little bit too much. ” 

“Oh um,” Steve’s mind flitted around as he looked for any excuse he could use, “I…left my wallet in the van,” 

Steve crossed his fingers, praying that Eddie wouldn’t call out the very obvious wallet shaped lump in his right pants pocket. 

“You won’t need it,” Eddie said smoothly, hopping down and steering Steve gently towards the table with their friends, “The barkeep knows to keep my people fed and watered. Just let him know you’re here with me, or better yet, make Rocky do all the heavy lifting. He is a freshman after all, he has to take his licks.” 

That would be great if Steve was actually worried about his wallet. He wasn’t. He needed his flashlight, walkie-talkie, car keys, first aid kit, and knife. He needed to be prepared in case things went wrong. 

He needed those things, but he couldn’t explain to Eddie why, and he couldn’t walk out right now without looking like he was trying to ditch. Steve’s breathing started to kick up, and he could feel his heart leaping in his chest. 

They weren’t safe right now. Anything could happen, and he wasn’t prepared. Anything could go wrong, and- 

“Relax,” Eddie said slowly as they reached the table, pulling out a stool and nudging Steve towards it, “No one’s gonna bite,” 

“I will,” Rocky immediately replied, baring his teeth just for show. 

“Okay well don’t sit too close to him, and you’ll be just fine,” Eddie laughed, the other two Hellfire members snickering alongside him. This was where Steve should laugh with them too, but his throat was closing up. 

He was in a place he didn’t know, with a group who he didn’t really know, without anything to defend himself or keep in touch with his people. 

This wasn’t safe. Steve wasn’t safe right now. 

A soft touch on his arm startled him and he jumped back. Or he would have, if Eddie hadn’t held on and kept him from moving and crashing into the table. Steve stiffened up, looking up at Eddie knowing that he wasn’t doing a damn thing to hide how freaked out he had become. 

He couldn’t care about that. He couldn't care about anything except how dangerous everything had suddenly become. 

“Seriously. Everything’s okay. I promise,” Eddie whispered, leaning in so their heads were close together. Steve closed his eyes, taking a deep breath the way Joyce had shown him. In for four, hold for four, out for four. 

Usually it didn’t do anything for him, breathing slowly normally only made him even more aware of how little air there was in the room, but the breathing combined with Eddie’s hand still on his arm was enough to get Steve centered again. 

Everything was okay. The kids were safe, Nancy and Jonathan were safe, Hopper and Joyce were safe. 

Steve was safe. 

He was out with friends doing something fun, and there was nothing wrong with that. This was normal. This was what he was working towards. All he wanted was something easy, and this was easy. He didn’t have to make things complicated by being afraid. 

And, if anything went wrong, he could just run outside and get his things. 

“Thanks,” Steve whispered.

“Anytime,” Eddie whispered back, his big dark eyes locked on Steve’s. Once again Steve was completely aware of the guitar pick around his neck, and the fact that no one else was even allowed to touch it. 

“Eddie! Seriously! Tick fucking tock!” Frank shouted from the ‘stage’. Eddie growled quietly, muttering to himself about evil bandmates who had no sense of boundaries. Steve snorted, chuckling softly until Eddie stopped grumbling.  

“Have a good show,” Steve said, pulling away from Eddie and hopping up onto the stool. 

“Prepare to have your world rocked,” Eddie said, trying to act cool as he walked backwards, but tripping on the world’s tiniest step and falling flat on his ass on the stage. 

Steve made a valiant attempt to not laugh along with the rest of the bar, but he quickly failed, tossing his head back and laughing loudly, putting a hand on his chest and feeling the hard plastic against his fingertips. Eddie paused, giving Steve an indescribable look before straightening up and brushing away the invisible dirt from his vest. 

“And with that incredibly suave move, I’d like to formally introduce our band to the dozen or so drunks that are here tonight,” Eddie said into the mic, spreading his arms out wide like he would at Hellfire. The meager crowd yelled back and raised their drinks, making Eddie put on an absolutely feral grin

“Ladies and gentleworms, we are Corroded Coffin,” 

Much like Dungeons and Dragons, Steve hadn’t really expected that he would enjoy the show. He liked Eddie and he enjoyed the rest of the group, so he figured he would come and watch and be a good sport. 

And, much like Dungeons and Dragons, he was completely wrong. 

It wasn’t his favorite genre of music by any means, but the energy in the air was absolutely enthralling. From the first note there was just this push, this indescribable palpable movement in the air that was exhilarating while also being settling. It was like they were collectively experiencing something special, and all having a grand old time while doing it. 

It didn’t hurt that he was also about four whiskey sours in.

He had only planned to drink one, maybe two, but every time his glass was empty another magically appeared by his arm, courtesy of Rocky and Janet. He had tried to turn them down a few times, but they could be awfully persuasive when they wanted to be, and Steve couldn’t help hoping that the alcohol might clear up the last bit of the panic that was still rolling around in his head.

So with a warm fire in his belly and a brain that was finally for once quieting down, he happily listened as Janet and Rocky screamed the lyrics right alongside Eddie and the rest. He couldn’t really understand, per say, but the energy was all that mattered. 

And then, halfway into their set, everything fell apart. 

“Alright, everyone,” Eddie said as they caught their breath from an original that left everyone slapping their tables and stomping their feet, “It’s time to settle a bet.”

He turned to face Steve dead on, a gleam in his eyes that had nothing to do with the low light of the bar. 

“We have, let’s call him a…metal virgin, with us tonight,” Eddie drawled, letting the crowd hoot and holler as they pleased. There was less than two dozen people in the bar with them, and there was no way any of them besides Hellfire knew that Eddie was talking about Steve, but he still felt like every eye in the room had just turned to him. 

“Earlier tonight the band and I were trying to figure out who would make him a convert. Black Sabbath, Quiet Riot, Metallica. I said Dio, because I think this song is right up his alley. So, this one’s for you,” 

Steve’s heart began to race in a completely brand new way as Eddie began shredding down on his guitar, joined by Gareth with an impressively quick beat on the drums. 

The song was good. It was fast-paced, lively, and Steve could actually follow along with the lyrics unlike some of the more intense songs from before. Eddie had hit it exactly. The song was just another example of Eddie knowing him even more than Steve expected him to. 

It was so good in fact, that Steve almost didn’t notice the lights behind the bar begin to flicker. 

Almost. 

Steve’s hands began to shake as his eyes darted around, looking at all of the walls. The other lights were also flickering, but the walls were still straight and narrow. No bending. No monsters. 

Not yet. 

Or not here. 

Steve’s heart dropped as reality slapped him square across the face. If the lights were flickering, but there was no sign of any monsters, then they were close, but not here. They could be anywhere, going after anyone. 

Going after one of his people. 

Steve stumbled off the stool, catching Janet and Rocky’s attention as he nearly toppled to the ground. 

“Steve! Are you okay?!” Janet yelled above the noise. 

No, he wasn’t okay. He was a stupid fool in fact. A complete idiot who had honestly let himself believe that the danger was gone when he knew it wasn’t. 

“I- I need to-” Steve couldn’t finish the sentence, couldn’t make his breath even enough to find the words for what he needed. 

He needed his bat. He needed his backpack. He needed to get in touch with Hopper. He needed to get out of here. 

He needed to find his kids. 

And then, just as Eddie hit one last screeching solo note on his guitar, everything went dark. 

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[porkcutletbowl44]

Bestie, I am a Simon girl till death but this book of yours? I’m fangirling over Keegan so bad. Like I fucking need this man, and the slow burn? Is so deliciously painful.

Why is my man rubbing on in the bathroom while I’m over here ready to serve him? Ready to get on my knees and be a good girl for him?

He even gave me an exhibition kink because I want this man to fucking take me to pound town in the kitchen aisle while Simon watches us.

* what my thoughts diverted to when I pictured him leaning against his he tile of his shower*

so what if he didn’t knock? So what if he did not announce to you that he was coming? He didn’t care, he hears the whippers from the entrance, you are hurt ,you are crying that’s all he thinks when he barges in.

Yeah you are crying, Keegan feels so god that tears are rolling down your cheeks because you are seeing stars.

You’re whimpering yes, every time he slides back in it takes your breath away, you are so sensitive after the two orgasms he took out from you, that it’s all too much… in a good way.

Simon seen your eyes roll back to your head the second Keegan intensifies his trusts . Simon soul leaving his body when he hears Keegan “ That’s a good girl, so so good for me… whose good girl are you mama?”

“Yours, I am yours Keegan all yours” you cry and Simon knows that pitch in your tone… you are close, so close.

Aaaaaand, thanks to you I’m here adding another kink to my list, of things that haven’t happened but you write your story so good that I so want that to happen ( I read this like I am the protagonist, like I was just married to Si and know I’m all unsure about this thing with keeg, but I’m horny for him… decisions, decisions.)

Thanks again for delivering such a treat, I am on my knees for you to baby🩷🫶🏻

Oh God, whew, it's hot in here 🥵

No cause Keegan would SO brag about it to him,

"you wish this was you, huh?" AHAHAHHSHSHHSHABA

Keegan is one cocky mf and would FULLY enjoy taunting Simon, he'd eat that shit UPPPP.

Simon on the other hand might realize he's got a great view of mama, all the faces and sounds in spectator mode? It's (almost) better than the real deal, seeing how pretty and perfect reader is 🫣🫣🫣

Ofc he'd turn it into a competition, cause Simon has known reader longer and knows allllll the good spots

Wow I need to change my pants holy— *(s)creaming*

This low-key makes me want to write a spin off

But THANK YOU FOR THE SUPPORT LOVELY 🫶🏻🫶🏻💜💜

[random-potat]

and they were roommates - kjs - profiles 2.

p1harmony members.

introducing p1harmony, a 6 member boy group who debuted under fnc ent. on oct 2020. fandom name is p1ece. debuted with their movie, P1H: The Beginning of a New World (a/n: FNC pls make a sequel i beg 🙏).

kim jongseob + priv (🐯): '05, our main boy, maknae on top, one of the best 4th gen rappers, was very hesitant in joining wbr bc he's a shy boi, music boy, film camera boy, and game boy with his 30 video games (a/n: stream jongseob's song game boy on soundcloud).

yoon keeho (🐺): '01, leader, jongseob's angel AND devil on his shoulders, in everybody's business for the greater good, also somehow knows everything, thinks he manifested the ynseob ship, part of the kpop canadian line.

theo (☀️): '01, tired of fish n cakes shit, oblivious pt.2, always teasing jongseob, just existing tbh.

choi jiung (🐿): '01, a perfectionist, just wants to make his music in peace, oblivious pt.3, low-key writes music about what the members are going through atm.

hwang intak (🐶): '03, just happy to be here, always teasing jongseob pt.2, also just existing, lowkey ships ynseob.

soul (🍟): '05, a menace, aquainted with y/n bc theyre minecraft buddies, knows ni-ki bc theyre both some of the best 4th gen dancers, captain of the ynseob ship, watches everything from afar.

synopsis: With long-time K-pop fans asking for another season of the infamous variety show We Got Married, MBC brings it back with a spin-off, We Became Roommates. As a way to bring K-pop fans together, the first season involves six idols born in 2005. With seeing each other every day, doing missions for every episode, making memories, and fans watching and shipping, blossoming friendships and a bubbling romance can't be helped. pairing: idol!jongseob x fem idol!reader genre: idol au, crack, fluff, humour, coworkers to friends to lovers

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[kthecutest]

Hi I have seen that your request are open. Can I please request K as a boyfriend headcanon. I love K so much and I'm happy that you also write for &team. 🥰🥰🤩

Ps: I love your writings😘

ケイ Kei as your bf (づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ♡

A/N ೃ⁀➷ I'm so happy you requested it!! I've wanted to write boyfriend K headcanons for agessss! (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ) Mwah Mwah - kisses for my gratefulness ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎ pls if you ever have any other ideas for K 🦘content, you can count me as your num1 wish granter (◡̀_◡́)ᕤ Anw! Hope you'll enjoy this one! (⁎⁍̴̛ ₃ ⁍̴̛⁎)!!

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The unexpectedly clingy one. Kei is probably the one person that you’ve expected least to be a clingy little puppy. His constant determination in his work really gave you that impression – but you only noticed it was the total opposite when you’d receive sweet ‘I miss you’s from him every second he’s away at work; and the ‘good morning’s paired with sweet motivational quotes; although you must admit how old-styled the quotes can be sometimes – but they didn’t fail to motivate and humor you.

A puppy who’s a big fan of physical affection. Every corner of your house, he will be stuck to you like gum, sharing body heat every single second of the day. “Keiiii, just give me one second I need to get that pan up there”, you’d whine. Instantly you felt your feet off the ground as he carried your feather-light body – “There baby~ better?” You couldn’t help but pout and proceeds with your work. There’s no way you can push this puppy off of you.

Loves being super intimate with you. Of course he knows you have a boundary and he totally respects that but that doesn’t stop him from being so touchy and clingy with you – basically goes hand in hand with the point above. You’d often find yourself in the bathtub or shower together with him and you’d just stand there, questioning yourself in the head like; ‘howwww did it escalated to here-‘

It’s easy to make him flustered and the entire process is so evident too especially on his expressive little cute face. “Wow! Hehe you look so cute in that scarf love!” – “hmm but I prefer your hands around my neck~” – ba’am he’s spinning and turning and rolling, practically blushing and dying from your smutty comment. His brain going complete short circuit while you stood there with an innocent little smile.

But the flustered state won’t last long because he’ll always have a better comeback to throw you off even more than you could to him. In the blink of an eye, his huge hands are wrapped around your petite neck, his warm breath hitched close to your ear, and he spoke with a low tone – “you’re right love~ they really do look better around your neck than that scarf.” Oh fuck, you know you’re in great trouble now.

He’s the one boy who tries his best to always do the best for you but the occasion always gotta go wrong one way or another; guess luck just wasn’t on his side – probably because Kei himself was the embodiment of luck. Your puppy boyfriend had fully planned out a picnic date on the beach for the evening – a view of the tangerine blob of light fading in a daze in the sky. Suddenly, it started pouring, both of you were drenched as you two booked it back to the car. The bright smile on his face has now faded into a dazed saddened frown – but you reassured him you had the best date ever which brought back his warm glittering smile that you’ve always adored.

Literally hates his baby photos and tries to hide every piece and bit of his childhood photos from you because those are what you’d use most to tease him with – “Awww look at who this cute little boy isssss~ this cute little boy who’s munching on snacks~ loookkkk, awwww I just wanna give him a huggg~!” – earning a pout and a frown from your cute boyfriend. “Hey! But this boy in front of you is cuter!” his whiny tone followed by a clingy hug; had you chuckling and giggling. Only he’s allowed to tease you; not the other way around!

Takes thousands of selfies of you two together but then hesitates which ones to post every single time – because he’s too indecisive – and just like that the photos weren’t post on theme because the special occasion was eventually over. Kei’s had this trouble even before you two got together but it did helped a bit now that you’re here since you’re more of a decisive person; you could guide and help out your troubled little boyfriend.

Pretends like he don’t wanna share you his food. Kei holds up the chopsticks, a piece of porkchop in between, practically taunting your hungry figure; swaying it in front of your eyes. Yet when you try to take a bite, the piece of meat goes flying straight to his mouth. Kei smiled and giggled at your shocked and pouty expression yet when he sees the saddened expression on your face, he can’t help but apologize and pile up snacks and meals right around you like a puppy building a nest.

Flirty and romantic – sometimes you even think he is the epitome of cupid but instead the kind who kept shooting heart arrows at YOU and apparently, it’s working because you just kept falling into a spiral of love around him. Blows hearts and kisses at you even through the air whenever he sees you pass by at work – and he does it really obviously too just to flaunt it. Matching outfits are a must, at home or outside. The type who could come up with a more heart-attack-like comebacks to your flirty and smutty comments. The type who would feed you with a kiss instead of a spoon – he loves to be unique okayyy.

Your personal dance teacher. He isn’t the type to convert you into his hobbies but you yourself originally was into dancing – and just knowing that your own boyfriend is a professional at it, got you requesting him to teach you. Very focused and determined when he does so; might be a bit strict with you though, but that’s just how he is when it’s work hours, so you aren’t complaining. Might get a little bit too touchy in some moves; ahem and then it leads to something else – heated sex in the practice room

Lovessss to flaunt his strength and size to you very often. Would pick you up out of nowhere with his single arm – “showing off your muscles again Kei?” – “hehe don’t pretend you don’t love them baby” (I mean he ain’t wrong-) Would also hug you from whatever position and you would just feel like being sunk into a huge giant teddy bear – perfect for the snowy winters.

Gets strict with you when it comes to your health. You’re the kind of restless person who loves to bury yourself in work and stress, and it might barely affect you but Kei is definitely phased. He’ll drag you out every morning to the park for morning jogs, take away your piles of fast food – and make you some fresh veggie salads and when the clock dings midnight – “alright enough work baby, time to sleep~!” – “naur but I need to finish this” – “absolutely not~” – drags you straight to bed and hugs you like a teddy. You can’t even escape with his size and weight. He makes sure you get enough sleep except those nights when you guys must attend to your sexual desires – he could definitely make an exception for that.

Needy, mushy, wet kisses that often escalate to needier events. Sometimes you would earn little pecks from your huge boyfriend as a sign of affection and you absolutely adored them. But whenever this puppy comes home from work, omg no more pecks, literally draws you into him and makes out with you to the point you felt like he was gonna eat your face. Your puppy’s just missed you too much, could you blame him?

When he sees you drowning in his oversized hoodies or shirts, omg it’s like his soul got thrown to a whole ‘nother dimension. Literally melts at the sight of it all, and doesn’t miss even a second to pull out his phone and spam the camera shots. At the same time, the tent in his sweatpants is seriously visible as well – got your eyes widening and everything. Welp, might as well get on with it now that the tent won’t go down~ and for the photos he took earlier? – well that can wait for when he gets to work – might need a release or two on his breaks.

[sitepathos]

141 Boys + Alejandro + Konig x Male Hogwarts Student Reader Headcanons (Platonic)

Disclaimer : before we go any further, keep in mind this is my very first post on Tumblr. At first, I was just thinking about asking another user to write this, but I fell in love with the idea so much that it kept buzzing around in my head and now here we are.

Context: a group of pro-Muggle witches and wizards were able to get the Ministry of Magic to approve a program that would open up more to the outside world and start building a relationship with its people. You, being a Muggle-born, were asked to be the first “envoy” of this new program, seeing how Muggles would react to the Wizarding World and if mutual trust could be established. But, since the Ministry is run by a bag of dicks, they decided that you would be sent to the military, hoping this program would die in its infancy. After some debating behind closed doors, representatives from the Ministry and the SAS decided you would be trusted to Task Force 141.

Price

This man is less concerned about you being a wizard and more about you being a minor. “No, I don’t care if he’s almost eighteen, he shouldn’t be here!”

Was almost ready to throat punch Shepherd when Laswell stopped him and he reluctantly agreed to keep you on base.

Of course, when you showed off your magic for the first time, he was amazed for sure. And if you’re a skilled potioneer, he appreciates you brewing dozens of Wiggenweld Potions for the team. “Those potions are great! They work like… well, magic!”

Also, if you could use your potion making skills to mix up a drink for him, he’d really appreciate it. Being in the military, he has to forgo all comfort and luxury, but this man DESERVES a good drink on a regular basis! He’s in charge of one of the world’s most deadly fighting forces and is constantly dealing with terrorists and death everyday, so I’d say he should get a bottle of the good stuff. Low key would let you share a drink with him in his office if you do.

He also appreciates you casting the Bandaging Charm whenever they get hurt. As much as he hates you being in the field, he has to admit you make an effective field medic.

He’ll also ask your help in recon if you’re an Animagus. As a bird, you can be outfitted with a camera and get a literal bird’s eye view of the AO and as a cat/dog, you can go right up to the enemy and distract them. As they’re scratching your fluffy belly, Ghost will knife them.

And if you can turn into a cat, he may or may not ask you to sit on his lap while he sits in his office chair. Whenever a rookie is brought in for insubordination, he loves to do the Dr. Evil chair spin and freak them out. He’s very stressed out from all these missions and needs some comic relief! Plus, he loves to scratch you behind the ear and you love it too.

He also scares the rookies that if they don’t listen, you’ll turn them into a frog or something. Of course, you never tell him you can actually do that. Don’t want to give him any ideas.

Will also appreciate your help in interrogations. Give the perp some Veritaserum and the interrogation is over in like 5 minutes. Low key, though, Ghost is a bit pissed because they always let him conduct the interrogations, and now they can just get all their questions answered because of some juice you made.

He also makes sure you keep in regular contact with not only Dumbledore, but your parents as well, says that he’d be worried if his (minor) son was placed in the hands of the military. “They worry about you and I’m sure they just want to make sure you’re alright, son.” Low key goes behind you back and arranges for regular meetings (tea times) with both your parents and Dumbledore to discuss how you’re keeping up with your studies and assuring them that he’s keeping a close eye on you and making sure you take care of yourself. After a while, he comes to see you as another member son of Task Force 141.

Gaz

Look, he freaks out a bit when you show off your magic for the first time, and you understand. The first time you did magic, you accidentally levitated the family dog. Thankfully, you were inside at the time, so Fido just hit the roof.

For a while, things were awkward between you, but after you bandaged him up after a sparring session, he started to open up to you.

Meaning, he began asking you all sorts of questions about the Wizarding World to see if any of the fairytales he was told as a kid were real.

“You don’t really fly on broomsticks, right? I mean, that’s just ridiculous.” “Well…”

As soon as you roll up on you Nimbus 2000, this man WILL ask for a ride, giving you his best puppy dog eyes and you cave almost immediately. During his first ride, he was TERRIFIED; I mean, he’s a hundred feet up in the air sitting on a flimsy piece of wood, of course he’d be scared and holding on to you tightly.

But, after that first ride, he’ll beg you for a ride every time you both have free time. He’s flown in dozens of helicopters in his life, but feeling the wind against his skin and maneuvering around the way you do gives him a thrill unlike any other. Seriously, as soon as he gets back from a mission, he’ll go straight to you and beg to go out flying with you. Doesn’t matter if it was a week long mission and he’s had to go without food and sleep for most of that time, the thought of flying with you on your broomstick was enough to keep him going.

He also loves it when you teach him all that you learned in History of Magic; unlike Professor Binns, you do everything you can to make your lessons interesting. You use magic, you act out certain events, you even give him chocolate frogs when he passes you pop quizzes. PS: please give this man magic sweets, he always gives the biggest grin when he sees you walking towards him while holding candy. He likes chocolate frogs the best since he’s building his collection of cards. (He just needs a Dumbledore card…)

He also loves to hear about your time at Hogwarts. This man wants to know everything that happened to you, from the Sorting Ceremony to when you were made the first Muggle Envoy. He also doesn’t understand why House Slytherin hasn’t been disbanded. “I understand not every Slytherin is bad, but most of the worst wizards have come from that house! And its founder kept a giant snake around to kill anyone not a pureblood!”

He thinks you being an Animagus is amazing and if you turn into a bird, he’s both astounded and jealous. “I want to fly in the sky as a bird, too…” and if you’re a cat, well… “I heard all cats love curling up in a box. As a cat, do you have those feelings, too?” “…Yes.” So, best boi Gaz shows up to your quarters with a large cardboard box with multiple blankets and you instantly take to it. Like, you forget all about your bed and sleep as a cat in that box. And you don’t know it, but he one time came into your room to ask you to go flying when he saw you curled up in the box (and in human form, no less!) and his heart melted at the sight. He also took several pictures which he then proceeded to drop in the 141 Group Chat. Needless to say, they were quickly printed out and is the highest kept secret from you (hell, even Laswell is in on it).

In conclusion, Gaz would be very welcoming to you in the beginning, but in all honesty, probably not as much as Soap.

Ghost

Look, when you met Ghost for the first time, you were scared out of your mind and 95% sure he was a Death Eater sent to kill you and ruin this program. But, after a few days, you figured out that he was just a Muggle and you relaxed a little bit. Still, you kept your distance as this 6’2” man still scared the hell out of you.

When Price told them that a wizard was joining the 141, he thought the man finally lost it after postponing a well deserved vacation for far too long. But, after seeing you cast a spell when you first joined the team, he quickly ripped up the anonymous note he wrote to Laswell to force the Captain to take a vacation.

When you started talking to him about the Wizarding World, he quickly took an interest in magical creatures. Look me in the eye and tell me he wouldn’t be fawning over a Thestral! That’s actually how you bonded with him— when he saw you caring for one, he asked about it and when he learned that they’re only visible to those who’ve seen death and are misunderstood to be a bad omen. He feels for the beast and offers to help you feed it when you’re ever unavailable.

Like Price, he hates you being in the field, but definitely sees the advantages to having a skilled wizard with them. He will, however, insist you stay behind them, casting healing and support spells. During one mission, all hostile were thought to have been killed, but one that remained tried to shoot him in the back, you quickly cast Protego to shield him and followed up with Petrificus Totalus. No matter what Soap says, he DID NOT have heart eyes when you did that.

As odd an experience as it is, he loves to Apparate from place to place. A helo attracts too much attention and riding a broomstick is just silly to him (look, he’s a 6’ 2” killing machine made of pure muscle and whose name strikes fear into the most hardened terrorist on the planet; him being on a broomstick ruins his streetcred!). Being able to appear anywhere out of thin air poses a strategic advantage, it bypasses all

He also takes interest in your Defense of the Dark Arts lessons. He’ll watch you practice offensive spells all day long, praising you every time you destroy a target. He also teaches you to handle a firearm and how to throw a knife. Sure, you can use magic, but use magic, but you its always good to know other skills. He really wanted to just spend some more time with you and teach you what he knows.

Will definitely help you practice your defensive spells if you ask him, but he’s very nervous as he fires rubber bullets at you. As much as he tries to argue with you, you’re persistent and finally does what you ask him. But if you’re ever hit by one, that’s an end to practice for the day and he’s dragging you to the infirmary.

Also, as much as he denies it, he loves it when you turn into your Animagus form. If you turn into a bird, he offers his arm as a perch when you return from stretching your wings; if you turn into a dog, we will give you the best belly rubs; and if you turn into a cat, we will hold you and scratch your ears. And he’ll do it anywhere, even during a mission briefing! Also, he gets very jealous when you’re held by anyone else and will fight to the death when someone tries to take you away from him. “Lt, it’s my turn to hold him!” “Negative, Sergeant.” He then proceeds to scratch your ears as he looks Soap right in the eye.

While not an alcoholic beverage, he loves butterbeer and always loves it when you bring back a keg from the Wizarding World. After a successful mission, you brought them to the Three Broomsticks for a fresh mug of butterbeer. He knows you had to jump through a lot of hoops to get this trip approved and appreciates you arranging for this. It’s here that he realizes that not everyone in your world is like you; some uppity witch mocks you for bringing them here and leaves as she calls you a “Mudblood,” which you later explain is a derogatory term used to make people like you feel less than them. Well, Ghost being Ghost, he slips out to teach that witch that being whether your pedigree means nothing when your fingers are broken and you can’t hold a wand, you’re weaker than a Muggle since you depend on you magic for everything, leaving you vulnerable. “Ghost, where’d you go?” “Just needed to take a break.”

He loves to harass you with terrible puns as he learns more of you world. “Wanna hear a joke?” “Ghost, please don’t.” “If a wizard gets robbed by a Muggle, has he been Muggled?” “What do you call a postman who can speak to packages? A parcel tongue.” Or the worst of them, “How does the head of Gryffindor see when swimming? She uses McGonagoggles.”

After a while, he finally trusts you enough to tell you some of his darkest secrets. What really hits you the most is what happened in the US-Mexico border with Roba, and how he was buried alive with a rotten corpse and forced to dig himself out with said corpse’s jawbone. After he finished his story, you offered to use the Memory Charm to make him forget, and for a brief moment, he genuinely wanted to say yes. The thought of being able to forget that horrible memory and never dream of it was enough to bring tears to his eyes (which he thought was no longer possible), but in the end, he said he appreciated the offer, but by forgetting what happened, he’d be losing a piece of himself that made him him.

You become a part of his team, and when you do, he’ll kill and die for you, just as he would for any other member of his team. Eventually, he gives you the nickname “Merlin,” and soon everyone starts calling you that and you’re honored to have a nickname after one of the most accomplished wizards.

Soap

While his team lost their collective minds when they first met you, Soap tripped the mightiest of balls and turned into a literal child when you demonstrated your magic. Also, the moment you tell them Hogwarts is located in Scotland, he turns very smug and brags about his homeland being the superior place on Earth. Of course, you eventually explained that there are magic schools all over the world, which broke his heart, but he quickly got over it when you explained Hogwarts’ very distinguished history.

You think I’m joking when I say everything you do amazes this man, but I’m not. After you showed up on your broomstick and gave Gaz a ride on it, he practically ripped the poor man off it and called dibs for the next ride; you show him a few Transfiguration spells, and he’ll ask you to turn everything on base into something else (Price had to step in when he had you turn his favorite hat into a goose and you two had to chase it down);you pull out a caldran and start brewing potions, he will sit and watch you every step of the way (and if you ever brew a potion of fire-breathing, he’ll beg you to let him drink it, he so wants to chase Gaz, pretending to be a dragon).

And speaking of dragons, he made a joke about dragons being fake and when he saw you not laughing, he instantly knew they were real and instantly starting begging you to take him to see one. Of course you told him that dragons are dangerous creatures and are kept far from society, he gave you the biggest put possible and of course you caved and reached out to a friend who worked at the Romanian Dragon Reserve, who was able to sneak you in. As soon as he saw the Common Welsh Green, he acted like a kid who finally got to Disney World and when you got back, he thanked you profusely and you two started hanging out every day.

This dude dedicates almost half his journal to you, writing down everything he learns about you, Hogwarts, and the Wizarding World at large. He’ll also draw picture after picture after picture; he’ll draw you, your wand, you casting spells, your house crest, etc. He also jots down his thoughts about your and your world and questions to ask you later. Ex: ask Y/N to cast Windgardium Leviosa on me while riding the mop used for latrine duty. Note to self: do it where the Captain/Lt can’t find me.

If you’re an Animagus, he absolutely loses his mind. If you turn into a cat, he thinks you’re a regular cat that wandered onto the base and is playing with you. “You want the pen? You want the pen? Go get it— Steamin’ Jesus, Y/N!” “Soap.” “Can we never—“ “Yes, we’ll never mention this again.” “Can I have my pen back?” “No, this is mine, now.” If you turn into a dog, he asks you to turn so he has a dog to pet. He strikes me as the kid whose best friend was a dog and after the dog died, a piece of him did as well, and petting you as in dog form reminds him of better days. Unfortunately, he tends to do this often, especially during mission briefings. “Johnny, Y/N needs to turn back, we’re having a serious mission briefing.” “I can brief him later, right now, he needs bell scratches.” And if you’re a bird, he asks to outfit you with a camera and has you fly over the AO and get much better intel without alerting the enemy they’re being spied on. And like Ghost, he offers his arm as a perch, but unlike the Lt, he keeps bags of popcorn in his bag and hand feeds it to you after returning to him.

Merlin help you once he discovers you can cast spells like Confringo and Bombarda. Soap will demand you cast said spells on the training field and wants to compete to see who can destroy the most targets (these contests can go on for hours and only ends when Price comes to rescue you). Of course, as much as he hates you being on the field, he asks Price to allow you to help in breaching fortified bases and destroy weapons caches and escape vehicles. He revels in the destructive power you bring to the team and loves to watch you work. “Fookin’ beautiful, Merlin!” “Johnny, we’re being shot at, eyes on the targets!”

Once this man finds out about Quidditch, there goes all your free time. Seriously, once you tell him that there’s a sport where you fly around on broomsticks and try to knock each other off by throwing balls at frightening speeds, that’s all he can think about for days. You tell him all about the history of the game, its rules, and the many famous players that have ver been on the pitch, and as you do all that, this man begins to yearn about actually watching a game.

Fortunately, he gets his wish— in an effort to garner more good publicity, Fudge extends an invitation to you and “the Muggles you’ve been assigned to” to attend the Quidditch World Cup and view it from his private box. Of course, Soap begged Price to allow them to attend and after clearing it with Laswell, all of you attended the most anticipated Quidditch event of the season. And when it was revealed that the Scottish National Quidditch Team was competing, he went flat out ape shit, shouting all sorts of Scottish chants and curses you have yet to decipher.

Of course, many in the Minister’s Box found him annoying and threatened to surge him, you were quick to Transfigure many of them into slugs when everyone was distracted whenever a team scored a point. Of course, Ghost would be the one to catch you. “Bein’ risky, are we?” “No one threatens Soap and gets away with it on my watch.” “Good boy.”

At the end of the day, he’s probably the first friend you’ll make in this scenario. While others are cautious, this man is running up to you and begging you to do magic for him every time you see one another.

Alejandro

The leader of the Los Vaqueros was shocked to see a real wizard before him and had reservations about a minor being allowed in the military, but after seeing you had nothing but the best of intentions being here, he quickly put aside his fears and welcomed you with open arms. Also, Rudy saw how much fun Gaz and Soap were having and wanted to join in, and who is he to disappoint his brother?

After he described the destruction El Sin Nombre, Hassan, and Shadow Company brought to his hometown, you offered to help rebuild. To say he was touched would be an understatement and he accepted the help. He expected you to just help clean up the rubble Graves and his tank made, but when he saw you cast Repairo and the buildings started repairing themselves, he was blown away. In less than half a day, all of Las Almos looked like nothing at all happened. “Ay dios mio… The whole city… it’s been fixed…” let’s just say that after that, you became an honorary member of the Cowboys and had a place in Las Almos whenever you needed it.

He’s very interested in your demonstrations of charms. He especially liked hearing about Wendelin the Weird and how she liked being ticked by the charmed fire so much she allowed herself to be captured multiple times. “Wait, she let herself be captured how many times, hermano?” “Forty-seven times!” “That’s crazy!”

In exchange for teaching him Wizarding World slang, he teaches you to speak Spanish. As well as some very creative swears that he knows Price wouldn’t like (which is why he does it). “Who taught Y/N to say that?!” “No idea, Capitan, might want to ask Gaz. That baby face of his seems like the perfect ruse, yeah?”

He appreciates all the Wiggenweld Potions you brew for him to take back to his men. While the cartels and Shadow Company have been driven out of Los Almos, Valeria is still out there and leading what’s left of her men, trying to rebuild her empire. He’s devote every last resource he has to capturing her, which leads to many injuries. Unfortunately, he can’t always get medical supplies, so that’s where you come in. Whenever you Apparate in their base with crates full of healing potions, you’re heralded as a hero by his men.

You two also bond over music from the Wizarding World. While he loves to listen to the Weird Sisters with his men, when it’s just him, Rudy, and you, he loves to listen to Celestine Warbeck. Once, when he was drunk, he began singing You Charmed the Heart Right Out of Me and said that it reminded him of you. The morning after, you and Rudy decided to keep his little performance a secret from him, his men, and the 141, agreeing to take it to your graves.

Like the rest of the men on this list, he absolutely loses it when he sees your an Animagus. “Hermano, why did you not tell me you can do this?” He strikes me as the kid who always wanted a pet, but his parents weren’t able to afford one and there’s been a void only a pet can fill ever since. Sure, he could’ve adopted a dog after he moved out and joined the Mexican Army, but he’s been bust fighting drug lords for years, so he hasn’t had the time to. And here you come in, able to turn into a dog (of course he’d love it if you turned into a cat or bird, but what he really wants is a dog)! “Hey, hermano, do you think you can… you know?” “Of course.” Look, we all know that there’s a spot behind a dog’s ear that makes him thump his leg like crazy, but this man knows how to hit that spot on the FIRST TIME, EVERY TIME! And he does it with just right that you think your leg will never stop thumping. Rudy’s walked in on the two of you many times, and not only keeps quiet about it, but tells the rest of Los Vaqueros to not disturb their hermano. “He’s earned some time to himself.”

You also volunteer your services to help track down Valeria, which puts a smile on his face brighter than Lumos Maxima you’ve ever cast. “Time to go scorpion hunting, my brother!” While you weren’t well versed in Divination, you were able to spy on her men while in Animagus form and any that get captured are given your Veritaserum, making them spill their guts and tell you where her new base is. From there, it’s just getting the layout of the base, which you are able to provide, and that night, both 141 and Los Vaqueros raid the base that night, which ends with no casualties and Valeria’s capture. “We celebrate, my brothers! And we welcome a new member to Los Vaqueros!”

As much as he wanted you to pour the Veritaserum down her throat and make her tell him all he wanted to know, he wanted her to suffer, just a fraction of what he’s felt all these years. So, he asks you if you know any methods of torture that won’t kill her, just make her suffer a bit. So, you looked into it and gave him a boggart locked in a chest and told him about the creature’s ability to take the form of what its victim fears most. Seconds after being exposed to her greatest fear, she begged for mercy and told him everything he wanted to know. As she was being dragged away, still in shock of what she saw, he thanked you for the great service you did for Mexico and invited you to celebrate at a bar they rented out for the night.

Behind closed doors, the 141 and Los Vaqueros came this close to a fistfight because Alejandro wanted to take you back to Mexico with them, to which Price responded with a very loud “Hell no!” which resulted in a prolonged argument with everyone in the room. Finally, Laswell was able to calm them down when she told them that if they don’t “calm the fuck down,” you might be recalled and none of them will see you again. The thought of you leaving terrified them and agreed that they would share custody of you and Alejandro and his men would be allowed to visit the base and see you whenever they wanted to.

Konig

Look, when you both first met, you were terrified of one another. You because this man was as big as Hagrid, skilled in weapons, and made the muscle mass to break you like a twig, and he was terrified of you because he thought you could turn him into a toad like many of the witches he was told about as a child. For the first week or two, you both avoided one another like a case of Dragon Pox.

Eventually, you realized that this mountain of a man was 90% social anxiety and he realized that you weren’t planning on turning anyone into a toad or eating anyone (to which you were horrified that someone would think you possible of such a thing). In fact, when you learned he suffered from constant social anxiety, you brewed him a bottle of Calming Drought and after he drank it, he felt his sense of dread vanish for the first time in years. “Thank you, maus!” And from there, he became your shadow, always close behind you. You gave him bottles of Calming Draught on a regular basis to help the poor man and he became one of your closest friends.

If you have a knack for Herbology, he takes interest in it; there’s just something about digging into the dirt and watching your magical plants grow from such tiny seeds that relaxes him, not unlike your Calming Drought. He helps with carrying large bags of fertilizer, watering your plants, repotting Mandrakes, and harvesting herbs for your potions. He also loves hearing you talk about what each plant is and what they’re used for; not only because he finds this new information interesting, but because he finds your voice very soothing.

God, the moment he discovers that you can turn into an Animagus, he instantly takes a Calming Drought because the the thought of hurting you while being so small is enough to make his anxiety hit him like a sack of bricks. At first he asks you not to be near him out of fear he crushes you, but when you curl up in his lap as a dog/cat, he freezes up and is afraid to even move. Then, he finally works up the courage to pet you and when you let out a pant/purr, he instantly forgets his fears and pets you even more. If you’re a bird, you turn his shoulder into a perch and he instantly falls in love with the idea of being your perch and starts walking around the base like that. “Konig, is that Merlin?” “Ja, Leutnant.” “And you don’t think that’s a bit inappropriate?” “Nein, Leutnant.” As he walks away, he feels Ghost glaring daggers his way, and he’s sure it’s not because of what he’s doing, but because the Lieutenant wishes to take his place.

He also loves to watch you practice your spells and broomstick riding. How you wave your wand or move through the air with such grace astounds him and wishes he could do the same.

After a while, he finds spells and potions capable of reducing one’s size and wishes for you to make him smaller. When he tells you that he’s always felt people would like him better and he would be better at his job if he wasn’t so tall. You instantly tell him that’s not true and that you have a friend whose taller than him and everyone loves him. And so, you arrange a tea time with Hagrid and bring Konig, who is blown away by the size of the half-giant. To say he was breathtaking to have to look up to someone was an odd, yet satisfying experience. The two talk about being tall and Hagrid tells him that despite his giant size, he never stops trying to be helpful. By the time tea is served, Konig feels himself more comfortable in his skin and tells you that he no longer wishes to be small.

When Hagrid goes to bring out his infamous rock cakes, you warn Konig about their tough exterior. However, when he takes a bite, he does so without problem. “I don’t understand, Maus, they’re delicious. If you don’t want yours, may I have it?”

You two leave Hagrid’s hut with the promise to bring Konig back for more tea and rock cakes and when you return, he thanks you profusely for helping him become more confident with his height. He tells you that he sees you as the best friend he’s ever had and promises to always help you whenever you need him.

You also share your stash of sweets from Honeyduke’s, which he is happy beyond words. You warn him when he picks up a box of Bertie’s Every Flavor Beans and laugh harder than you ever have before when he spits out an earwax flavored one. It eventually turns into a game of randomly picking a bean and hoping it wasn’t one of the many disgusting flavors. He quickly grew to love Fizzing Whizzbees when he found out sucking on them allowed you to float in the air. Seriously, just imagine him floating in the air and loving every moment of it, it’s hilarious.

He may not have magic, but this man will NEVER allow someone to harm you. Even if it’s another wizard or witch, he’ll pick up that poor fool and break their back over his knee with no regrets.

[riririnnnn]

So, Hiiragi, Niko and Zantetsu lost.

And we all can correctly predict that it was Zantetsu that was chosen—it was a surprise for me to be honest. I mean, the Nagi trio already had Chigiri with them, so picking up another speed-based player confused me a bit. I have only read that Manga superficially, so I can't say much about Hiiragi but I do think that he was a real good player.

All in all, Niko seemed like a better choice, but I guess we'll get to know why Zantetsu got chosen. Maybe Nagi got nostalgic or something? Lol.

Now, there are 4 members in the Team, and in the match, we'll have Kiyora. Why? Because firstly, Nagi's team was the SECOND team in the second selection to have completed it, so it makes sense that they win again 'cause if they were to lose, then there would make THREE matches in total and that'll delay things, you know.

So now, who is going to be with Kiyora?

An easy prediction is: Karasu, Otoya and Yukimiya.

This prediction makes sense since this trio was the THIRD group to have completed the second selection.

BUT!

These three already have character developments further in the manga, you know. I think, Kaneshiro-san will use Nagi Spin-off as a chance to showcase other side characters like Hiiragi, low-key, came into the table seemingly out of nowhere.

I can't write ALL the possible teams because, haha, that's HELLA lot, so let's take a small dive individually:

1. Himizu Aiki

Team: Third with Karasu, Otoya, Yukimiya.

Bro looks so fucking rad! I mean, his character is too fucking pretty to just be a side character, so I think he could be with Kiyora because that way he'd be in the limelight. Honestly, I want more of him, he is just too gorgeous.

2. Yuzu Haruhiko

Team: Third with Karasu, Otoya, Yukimiya.

He looks like a cutie patootie! I remember one of my Fanfic's reader said that his hair looks like spring onions and I can't unsee, LMAO.

He had been near the focus in some panels during second selection. He, in fact, had a line too when Aryu was asking players to play against them and everybody was refusing, but Anime cut it out—I got a bit mad since he looked adorably funny in the panel.

He has also been seen hanging out with Hiiragi in the background (I'm not quite sure).

3. Tsunzaki Taiga

Team: Fourth with Nanase and Hiiragi.

A good design to be honest. I don't remember much of him, but yeah, he has been near the focus of panels too.

4. Endoji Akira

Team: Fourth with Nanase and Hiiragi.

A HELLA FREAKING COOL DESIGN!

He was present during the match where Shidou got electrocuted and he had some lines too. Idk why but he just seems like a character too good to be thrown out without any screentime.

5. Saramadara Kairu

Team: Fifth with Niko and Hiori.

He actually has a fair amount of details like he is a surfer and is considered pretty intimidating looking by his peers. He was against Isagi, Rin and Shidou during the tryouts too. Would love to see more of him.

6. Ishikari Yukio

Team: Fifth with Niko and Hiori.

Tall af—bro is like 2 metres tall. He was one of those characters about whom something was spoken in the JFU building by Isagi or Kira Idk I don't remember. He had lines too and gave a head pass in a match too.

Looks chill af tho.

7. Nishioka Hajime

Team: Fifth with Hiori and Niko.

He seems like the most probable option because Aomori's Messi, you know. Bro is low-key a meme material in the Fandom tbh.

It seems like the perfect time to showcase his talent which has been hyped up till now. Further, do you remember that Barou, Naruhaya and Nishioka had teamed up and they lost and then Nishi was chosen? What if the choosing team had Kiyora in it?

So it makes perfect sense for Barou to hold a grudge with Kiyora for choosing someone else over him. To add more spice, what if Kiyora had said some outrageous stuffs to Barou? Makes sense!

You getting me, right?

8. Shiguma Kyohei

Team: Sixth with Raichi, Gagamaru and Wanima.

He is canonically a reserved person—that additional time with Chigiri + Saramadara + him. A gentle giant. His character design doesn't stand out much tho. Also, mathematically, two person with that much Team number difference seems really taxing, but I can't say much since Kurona had a rank of 4 too and yet he was in the last team.

9. Tanaka Shingen

Team: Sixth with Raichi, Gagamaru and Wanima.

Appeared in an additional time and in that Blue Lock Bible or something, he was ranked as one of the least appealing boys to girls too.

He seems close to Gagamaru tho.

10. Sokura Tetsu

Team: Seventh with Shidou, Reo, Igarashi and Kurona.

Can't seem to be able to add his pic but he seems rather.. plain looking. That's all. I don't remember him in any panels at all too.

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If my mathematics is correct then Niko played like 6-10 matches during second selection. Bro was DONE by the end of it.

[my-last-brain-cell-is-socrates]

1, 4, 5, 19 for the SW asks?

Thanks for sending me an ask!

1. Most controversial character and my opinion on them

So... I don't know if me calling him controversial is controversial on itself but... Anakin/Vader?

On one hand there are people set on completely separating Anakin from Vader and woobifying his character in the Prequels, low key absolving him from his crimes as they do so... and on the other hand you got the certified Anakin/Vader haters.

I guess I'm one of them lol I do appreciate the tragic elements of his story, but that's not enough to actually make me sympathize with him.

4. Where I would live

Part of me wants to say Coruscant because I've always been a city person myself... and another part of me is drawn to the charm of being a farmer on Lothal or something. Mostly I guess I can't really imagine myself settling on a single place alone. Can't even get myself to settle here on Earth, much less if I were to have a galaxy of options

5. What fics I prefer to read

I guess the proper and concise term is "canon-compliant"? I enjoy fics that sort of fill in the gaps, like snippets or short stories that could've taken place in between of movies or books or chapters or scenes or--

Especially if these depict moments of leisure or generally add more to character development than plot progression.

19. Favorite spin-off

I... I have to pick... one? 🥺

Either Rebels or Andor. Generally the Rebellion era holds a very special place in my heart, and I believe both of these shows capture the heart of it. Both shows are very Star Wars in their own distinct manner. Rebels' combination of silly, heartfelt buffoonery and exploration of heavier topics reminds me of the Original Trilogy, while Andor... well I consider Andor to be spectacular in its own right. I love the writing, I love the imagery, I love the revolutionary rhetoric

[sleepyivoryrose]

Tomorrow is the day!

I’m so excited, I hope everything goes well and I am not too stupid to enter the right train. I reeeally hope I can spend a nice holiday with my friend in her surroundings. 

Please, god, let this go smoothly and work out well. Don’t let me forget stuff at home that I need or board the wrong train or something. Just...let me have this. Please. 

I also talked today to my mother. She confirmed that my parents don’t really talk to me anymore because “they want to give me emotional independence.” How weird that they just cared after we had a gigantic fight at Silvester. Oh well, it doesn’t matter. I’m better off semi-alone anyways. 

I wonder why it is so much fun to talk to myself though, and my mothers statement only made me think about it more. Maybe because I have always been a lonely person and going solo? When I came to the country I live in now, I almost didn’t know the language and the kids kept laughing at me for that. I learned almost all of the language I know now from books, television and videogames. That would also explain why I am more comfortable in the fictional world than the real world, i guess? 

Well, no use pondering over it now, and pitying myself never solved anything. I should be happy! Tomorrow I get to see my online friend! It’s gonna be great. I hope I don’t annoy her too much with my weirdness. I know I can be a bit annoying at times. 

Maybe I can surprise her and invite her to something to eat? After all, she will go through all the trouble to welcome me. 

On another note, It’s also the first time I booked a hotel. I’m...not good with new things or changes. It makes me sick to the stomach, as brutal as it may sound. Hope everything works out alright. 

Do I have something a bit more uplifting to think about...? Well, it is the big day tomorrow, so I assume it’s only natural that my thoughts spin like a carusel around that. 

Oh, right! I went drinking boba-tea today. It’s a new hobby of mine. I always get myself a creme brûlee tea and sit down to watch people, and today also the rain. It’s been pouring these last few days. Anyways, I never manage to eat all the boba though. I don’t know if my technique is wrong or if I’m just clumsy, but I always feel awful to throw half of the boba away, because I can’t drink it properly. How do people do that? 

Very yummy though. Totally worth it. 

I started with my friend a soulsilver soullocke...we already lost a few of our members to Bugsy. That Scyther sure can pack a punch. Or a slice, considering its arms. I am already scared of Whitney and her mighty Miltank...

Holy shit it is windy today. The traffic lights are swaying, just like the trees. I love wind, it’s like a friend, but when I see how it forces its way through the landscape it does get a bit scary. 

(...)

The woman who helps me clean my room (it sounds more boojie than it is, believe me, I’m just chronically ill and need a lot of help) just came by to wish me a good trip tomorrow. That was very nice of her. 

I want to do more things by myself, it’s always embarrassing, when other people have to help you with basic stuff that other people manage easily, but...I have problems with my motivation. Sometimes I wonder if I have a slight case of ADHD. Maybe I’m just a lazy bum, who knows. The will is there, just...my body won’t move. I have two wolves in my chest...

Talking about wolves, my friend always teases me that I’m a furry. But liking Kemonomimis isn’t furry, right?! It’s just ears and tails? I still like a human...though, when I think about how Mia x Elk was my first ship...well, I guess low key furry. Ever-so-slightly. Like, you have to use a microscope to see it. A tiny furry hair on my clothes. 

Maybe I’m writing too much. But it keeps me relaxed while I wait to the day to end. Damn, it’s still 15:00. I could do something else...

But my heart is jumping out of my chest, and I have shivers. Maybe just a little more...?

In another post, maybe, this one’s long enough. 

[sunshinesteviee]

let's hear it for the boy - s.h.

summary: an impromptu dance party in the kitchen with your boyfriend after breakfastwc: 1.2k warnings: literal just softness and domesticity ugh a/n: this was supposed to be a blurb LOL but it might honestly be one of my favorite things i've written omg. i don't even know if the writing is that great, i'm just obsessed with the idea and the pure joy in this. please listen to let's hear it for the boy while you read it (or after!!) bc it's such a bop.

Masterlist

“Let’s hear it for the boy!”

You shriek with laughter as Steve spins you out of his arms, grip still tight on your hand as he holds you at arm's length before you spin back in, pulling another peal of laughter from you. You’re not quite sure how cleaning the kitchen after breakfast with Steve has devolved into dancing and singing — equally as bad — together, but you can’t say you mind. He’s wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants low on his hips, and you’re still only in a t-shirt and underwear. You know that you probably look a bit crazy, but it’s just the two of you in your small apartment, singing your hearts out in the soft morning light filtering in through the kitchen window. 

Steve has a tight grip on you now that you’re back in his arms, and he dips you down, leaving you scrambling to grasp his shoulders. You know he won’t drop you. Probably. But you still don’t particularly like feeling like you could slip at any moment. He’s grinning down at you, soft hair falling into his face as he leans down to press a quick kiss to your lips — so quick you almost think you imagined it — before he’s pulling you back up, singing along with the song loudly, “Let’s hear it for my baby!”

Pressing a sloppy kiss to Steve’s cheek, you pull back so you can jump around your cramped kitchen to the beat of the song. You spot a clean spatula on the counter and grab it quickly as you walk by so it can be your microphone for the time being, singing dramatically as you turn to face your boyfriend again, “My baby may not be rich, he’s watchin’ every dime.”

Having followed you the short distance, Steve is up on you again, hands on your hips, pulling your body into his as you dance together, absolutely beaming at each order. One of the chairs at the tiny table tucked into the corner of your kitchen is still pulled out, and you seem to have the same thought at the same time. You jump slightly, Steve’s strong hands on your hips lifting you up and guiding you so the seat of the chair is under your feet. You’re at least a foot taller than him now, and his hands linger against your bare thighs, staring up at you in what you can only describe as utter adoration, his hazel eyes wide behind the frames of his glasses, lips quirking up at the corner. 

Clutching the spatula in your hand, you bring it back up to your mouth as your microphone, your other hand resting over your heart, eyes closing and hips swaying as you sing, “But he loves me, loves me, loves me,” you quickly open your eyes, pointing at Steve with a grin as you sing the next part, “we always have a real good time.”

You give Steve a knowing look at the next part and are barely able to hold it together, giggling through the line, “And maybe he sings off key, but that’s alright by me.”

He can’t even pretend to be annoyed; he now has his own spatula in his hand and shoves his free hand into his hair to get it out of his face as he also props one foot up on your chair to lean up towards you. You lean down to meet him halfway, nose brushing his as the fingers of your free hand caress his jaw. Both of you are still singing loudly, even this close, “‘Cause what he does, he does so well, makes me wanna yell—“ You give him an over-exaggerated wink at this, and stand up straight on the chair, throwing one arm in the air and nearly hitting the light hanging above the table near you as you bounce on your toes in the chair, “Let’s hear it for the boy!”

Steve keels over with wild laughter, a sound you want to hear for the rest of your life. A sound you hope you’ll hear every day from now on. Because of your friends, and stupid jokes, or funny stories, and impromptu dance parties, or even nothing in particular. If this was life with Steve, you wanted nothing more. 

He finally pulls himself together enough to look up at you, eyes crinkling with pure happiness in the way you adore as you wiggle your eyebrows dramatically and point to him again, “Maybe he’s no Romeo, but he’s my lovin’ one-man show! Let’s hear it for the boy!”

As you start singing the next line, something about him pulling you near, Steve wraps himself around your torso, one arm firmly around your waist the other hooked under one of your thighs. Before you can even ask what he’s doing or process what’s happening, Steve whisks you off of the chair. You let out a another shriek, clinging to Steve’s shoulders with one hand in his messy hair as he spins you off of the chair until your feet are on the ground again, “Steve!”

There’s an unapologetic look on his face as he giggles, planting another kiss to the corner of your mouth. You’re unsure if that was his intended target, but you don’t mind either way, breaking out into a grin. The smile you’re giving him is blinding, brighter than the morning sun, and he returns the grin, shouting over the music, “I love you!”

“Love you too!” you reply, even though he can’t hear you over the loud song. You’re quickly back to singing, jumping up and down, moving your body to the rhythm however it wants. Steve wishes more than anything that he had a video camera with him to capture this moment. A moment he’d consider one of the best of his life thus far. 

The song is winding down but you’re still going, and you turn to Steve, eyes and hair wild as you point to him from across the kitchen, “Let’s hear it for my man!” Something about you draws him in until you’re meeting halfway, “Let’s hear it for the boy! Let’s hear it for my baby!”

A laugh is caught in your throat as the next song starts, but you’re out of breath, cheek pressed into Steve’s bare chest with his arms around you. His own chest heaves under your touch as he tries to catch his breath, his hands pressing to the small of your back to keep you close as you both dissolve into another fit of giggles. 

When you finally catch your breath and look up at Steve, he’s already staring at you, and the light coming in through the kitchen window is making him glow. His hand smooths over your hairline before sliding down to cup your jaw, “You killed that, baby.” 

You huff out a laugh at that, leaning up so you can rest your elbows on his shoulders, fingers sliding into his hair, “Pretty easy to get into it when I'm singing about my boy."

Soft pink crawls up Steve’s neck, dusting over his cheeks and coloring the tips of his ears at your statement, though he’s smiling again. He pulls away to look through your shared collection of tapes, calling behind him, “Okay, round two. Gotta find a song to sing to you this time!” 

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[kitashousewife]

now i'm no longer alone

an: another song fic heehee. writing for my man tsukki!!! this is based off of can i call you tonight? by dayglow!

pairing: timeskip! tsukishima x fem!reader

warnings: slight angst, fluff, lowercase intentional

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effective communication hasn't always been his strong suit, but when it comes to you; he tries pretty hard. and he thinks he's doing a good job.

well, he isn't too sure.

tsukishima has always been someone who is quick and to the point, both through is words and actions. efficiency is one of his best qualities, after all. lately, however, his sentences have not come out as confident, the eloquence of his words seeming to slip away.

you're in his head, in his thoughts. he's seeing you everywhere he looks. on the bus ride to work, he notices a woman holding a bouquet, stems lazily draped across her arms.

those are her favorite, right?

at the museum, he notices a painting of cherry blossoms near the entrance, that he swears wasn't there before.

she would love this, should i take a photo?

after a tough practice, muscles sore and skin sticky with sweat, the first thing he thinks about is how great it would be to hear your voice, even for a few minutes. but, would you want that?

for the past few weeks, the two of you have been talking more than usual. texting frequently and consistently, even calling from time to time. tsukishima isn't sure if you're doing it to be friendly, or if you feel the same way that he does. every moment spent not thinking about you, he thinks about his feelings for you and your relationship. considering confessing, backing out before he hits send, just to pace around the room again. the cycle continues.

zipping up his bag and fumbling with his car keys, he lets his overflowing emotions bubble over.

can i call you tonight?

commuting home, tsukishima's stomach twists in knots. fear taking over, washing over his body. he feels hot, his stomach aches, and begins to second guess his actions. by the time he hops out of the shower, he has fully convinced himself that you hate him, want nothing to do with him, that you're just talking to him to be nice.

sure, when are you free? :)

he smiles and feels like he can breathe again. hitting call, he lays on the floor, facing the ceiling fan. counting one, two, three spins of the blades until your voice rings through the speaker.

"hi, kei. how was your day?"

he smiles wide, and immediately turns red. even if you can't see him, he feels as if you can. clearing his throat he presses the speakerphone button and sets you on the carpet next to his head.

"hey. it was okay, how was yours?"

closing his eyes as you begin your story, he feels relief. the lonely feeling that was with him all day melts away with each word you speak. adding in his thoughts here and there, voice low and hushed, as if he was nervous someone would hear the two of you.

i could listen to you all day.

you roll over on your side, hiding a giggle at the lack of words from the other end. what you do hear, loud and clear, is the tap tap tap of tsukishima's fingertips on the volleyball he must be fidgeting with.

yawning, you grab the phone and pull it closer to you as you tuck yourself under the covers, trying to imagine him next to you.

"kei, i'm getting a little sleepy," you mumble, pulling the cover up a little more.

no, no, no-

"no, don't go i-" words rushed, you hear a rustle on the other end, and what you think is the sound of the volleyball from earlier bouncing across the floor. "i-i mean, if you need to go-"

"i think i can stay a little longer, if that's okay with y-"

"yes, o-of course. please stay," the last words mumbled, you barely catch what he says. your heart flutters.

"hey?" you grab your phone, taking yourself off of speaker.

"yeah?"

his mind is running, words bubbling up and out of his mouth before he can stop himself.

"do you think we could see each other sometime? there's a really nice painting at the museum i would love to show you," he spits out, everything jumbled and strung together. cringing at himself, he prepares himself for the worst.

"i would love to, kei. call me tomorrow?"

smiling even wider than before, but this time he isn't afraid of anyone noticing. he doesn't care, the prettiest girl in the entire world wants to spend time with him.

"kei, did you just clap?"

"gotta go, talk to you tomorrow!"