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alinathinkstoomuch · 4 months ago

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Heels of Dreams

pairing: aaron hotchner x reader summary: you wear heels for a fancy dinner, but in the end, it’s not your shoes that carry you home. warnings: suggestive, fluff, hotch being the perfect man once again by carrying reader home and taking off her heels, age gap implied, reader giving hotch a hard time about being old. (all i hear is hotch is a boobs man, hotch is an ass man no! hotch is a legs man! he told me himself!) word count: 2k ✧ masterlist

Your feet ached – so much so that you weren’t even surprised when Reid, probably fed up with your quiet whining, casually mentioned over dinner that high heels were originally invented for men. And honestly? That made perfect sense. Only creatures that ridiculous would willingly subject themselves to this kind of torture.

He had then launched into an explanation about how, somewhere in the eighteenth century, heels became associated with women’s fashion, but by that point, you were far too focused on two things to pay attention: the persistent throb in your feet and the slow, deliberate movement of Aaron’s hand as it slid over to rest on your thigh.

That had effectively wiped out any interest in Reid’s history lesson.

It had been a small dinner, one of those rare nights where the girls – Penelope, really – insisted on dressing up. She had made a reservation somewhere far fancier (and significantly less sticky) than your usual bar, declaring it a much-needed change of scenery.

So, you had picked out the prettiest pair of shoes you owned – the ones you knew Aaron liked because he had insisted on buying them for you. He hadn’t even flinched when the price climbed high enough to require a comma, just given you that quiet, unwavering look that made it clear he wasn’t taking no for an answer.

And now, after hours of balancing on them, you were really hoping that look extended to carrying you to the couch.

“Regretting your choice of footwear?”

You huffed, dramatically shifting your weight onto one leg. “I regret your choice of footwear.”

His brow lifted. “Mine?”

“You picked these out, remember?” You gestured toward your aching feet, the expensive, unreasonably gorgeous shoes peeking out from beneath the hem of your dress. “You practically demanded I get them.”

Aaron hummed, slowing his pace just enough to make you aware of how much effort you were putting into keeping up. The ass. “I don’t recall any demanding,” he said, tone far too innocent. “I seem to remember you trying them on and looking at me like you were hoping I’d tell you to buy them.”

You gasped, stopping in your tracks. “That is not what happened.”

He turned to face you, his expression unreadable – except for the glint in his eyes, the one that only appeared when he was in the mood to toy with you. “No?”

You narrowed your eyes. “No.”

He paused for a moment before asking, “Which one is it going to be?”

“Huh?

“Do you want to walk home in my shoes,” he clarified, like he was offering you something as normal as his jacket, “or am I carrying you?”

You stared at him, trying to gauge whether he was actually serious. “You can’t just carry me,” you argued, crossing your arms.

Aaron arched a brow and before you could react, he took a deliberate step forward, closing the space between you. “You underestimate me,” he said and suddenly, you were very aware of how close he was.

“Oh, I don’t doubt you can – I just don’t think you should.”

His lips twitched, like he was holding back a smile. “Why not?”

“Because it’s ridiculous.”

“You’re limping,” he pointed out, not unkindly. “And you’re already dramatic when you’re comfortable, I can’t imagine how much I’ll have to hear about this tomorrow if I don’t carry you.”

“Jeez, you’re making me sound like a real catch.”

His smirk deepened just enough to make your breath hitch. “You are,” he said simply, like it was the easiest truth in the world. “That’s why I’m carrying you.”

And before you could even form a protest, his arms were around you, lifting you effortlessly off the ground.

A surprised yelp escaped your lips as he adjusted his hold, settling you securely in his arms, carrying you like you were weightless. The absurdity of it all – his confidence, the way he did it without hesitation, the sheer ridiculousness of being carried down the street like some sort of Disney princess – sent you into a fit of laughter.

“This is silly,” you managed between giggles, clinging to his shoulders. “Baby, put me down, I’ll walk barefoot.”

“Not happening.” His grip on you tightened, as if the very thought of letting you go was out of the question.

You let out another giggle, looping your arms around his neck for balance – not that you needed to, because Aaron held you like you were made for this, like carrying you home was just another part of his routine. Like it didn’t even require effort.

“Well, at least it’s not too far,” you mused, mid-yawn. “Wouldn’t want you throwing your back out.”

Aaron huffed out a laugh, the warmth of it brushing against your temple. “My back is fine. I think I can manage a few blocks.”

You tilted your head up to look at him, a teasing smile curling at your lips. “You think you can manage? Should I be concerned?”

“I should drop you just for that.”

Your eyes widened in mock horror, gripping his shoulders a little tighter. “You wouldn’t.”

Aaron’s lips curved into a smile “Wouldn’t I?”

Still, you gasped dramatically, clutching him even tighter. “Wow. Threatening to drop your much younger wife? That’s low.”

He sighed, the kind of long-suffering exhale that only came from years of dealing with you. “Here we go.”

You bit back a grin, pressing your cheek against his shoulder. “I mean, I get it – you’re not as young as you used to be. It must be exhausting carrying someone so full of youthful energy.”

“You do realize I’ve tackled suspects more than twice your size, right?”

“Yes, yes, very impressive,” you conceded with a wave of your hand. “But, you know, they don’t cling to you and distract you with conversation while you’re carrying them.”

“No, usually they’re either trying to stab or shoot me.”

You blinked, considering that. “And I’m the difficult one?”

Aaron didn’t bother dignifying your last remark with a response, he just shook his head, adjusting his grip on you. The movement brought you even closer and you could feel his warmth bleeding into you. If you weren’t still revelling in the absolute delight of being carried, you might’ve admitted that this had been your plan all along.

Eventually, the familiar sight of your apartment building came into view, and you sighed dramatically. “Well, we made it. Against all odds. How’s your back? Need me to book you a chiropractor?”

“Maybe a divorce attorney,” he mumbled, earning a swat at his chest from your clutch.

“Excuse me?”

But before you could demand a proper retraction, he angled you slightly, adjusting his hold so effortlessly it was almost infuriating, and you barely had time to react before he nodded toward the door.

“Kick,” he instructed.

Rolling your eyes but obliging anyway, you lifted a foot and tapped the door open, muttering, “Chivalry is dead.”

“Chivalry is alive and well,” he corrected smoothly, stepping inside with you still securely in his arms. “It’s just carrying a very mouthy woman up the stairs.”

You gasped again, scandalized. “Wow. I think that definitely just earned you a night on the couch.”

“We both know you’d end up joining me anyway. In fact,” he mused, his voice dropping as he carried you up the stairs, “I recall you saying that the best sex we’ve ever had was on that couch.”

Your mouth snapped shut, heat rushing to your cheeks so fast it was disorienting.

“You cannot just say things like that,” you hissed, your head whipping toward the door opposite yours. “We have neighbours. You know Agatha is a night owl.”

Aaron exhaled a quiet chuckle, completely unfazed. “Agatha’s hard of hearing.” He paused then added, “Keys, honey.”

With a dramatic sigh, you started digging through your clutch, fingers sifting through a graveyard of lip glosses and tiny perfume samples you had no intention of ever using but refused to throw away.

Aaron tilted his head, watching with mild amusement. “Need some help?”

“I’ve got it,” you muttered, ignoring his deeply unnecessary smirk as you fished out your keys. “Not all of us have the luxury of bottomless suit pockets.”

“That’s not what they’re called.”

“Whatever, Mary Poppins.”

He shook his head as he patiently waited for you to unlock the door – still very much carrying you.

Finally, your fingers closed around the keys, and with an exaggerated motion, you yanked them out. Aaron hummed, the sound low and pleased, before lowering you just enough so you could reach the lock.

The door swung open and he carried you inside, kicking it shut behind him. He made his way over to the infamous couch. The moment he set you down, you let out an exaggerated sigh of relief, stretching out dramatically. “Ugh. My hero,” you drawled. “My feet may never recover, but at least I died beautifully.”

You watched as he crossed the room with that same grace, making his way back toward the door. He slid off his suit jacket, draping it neatly over the back of a chair before reaching for the lock.

He made his way back over to you without a word, nudging your legs apart just enough to settle between them, sinking onto his knees. His fingers went immediately to the delicate strap of your heels, the pads of his thumbs brushing against your skin as he worked.

“Wow. Didn’t even have to ask.”

Aaron barely glanced up, his focus on your ankle as he did his best to undo the tiny buckle – one-handed, no less, because his phone and wallet were still in his grip. “I take care of what’s mine.”

Your stomach did a little flip, but you refused to let him win just yet.

“Hold these.” He pressed his phone and wallet against your stomach, and you took them instinctively.

Your fingers brushed over the wallet – the one you had given him for his birthday last year, the worn leather soft and familiar against your palm. You turned it over in your hand, shaking your head. “Oof. Trusting me with your wallet? Big mistake, Hotchner.”

He slipped the first shoe off your foot. “Spend whatever you want,” he murmured, his fingers wrapping around your ankle, lifting it slightly. “Take whatever you want. Take everything.”

Before the words could even land, he dipped his head and pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the inside of your ankle. His lips continued to trail lower, placing another kiss just above the curve of your foot, then another, his movements achingly tender.

You exhaled a quiet, contented moan, your body melting into the cushions as his touch worked its magic. It was like he knew – of course he knew – the exact places that hurt, the spots that had been aching for hours, and now, with nothing more than his lips, his touch, his presence, he was undoing all of it.

Like he needed to make it better.

Like he wanted to erase every trace of discomfort you’d felt all night.

His hands skimmed up your calves, pushing your dress up, fingertips pressing gently into the sore muscles before his thumbs followed, kneading warmth back into you.

Then, with that same patient care, he reached for your other foot, undoing the second buckle. The strap slipped free and he set the shoe aside before his hands returned to you, skimming up the length of your legs.

And then his mouth followed. Kissing. Worshipping.

His lips trailed over your shin, each kiss pressing something deeper into you – something that made your chest feel full.

His breath was warm against your thigh when he mumbled, “Marry me, baby.”

You blinked down at him, another giggle slipping from your lips, light and breathless. “Aaron, we’re already married.”

You felt him smile against your skin.

“Marry me again.”

Another kiss.

“And again.”

Another.

“And again.”

Your fingers slipped into his hair, tugging it slightly, your heart stuttering as warmth curled deep in your stomach.

He looked up then, eyes full of love, lips hovering just above your skin.

“As many times as you’ll have me.”

And just like that, you knew – you’d say yes to him a thousand times over.

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jinusajas · 5 months ago

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02/11/25; 01:15pm

{ drabbles / headcanons }

[ how they celebrate valentine’s day with you ]

featuring: sylus, zayne, xavier, rafayel, caleb

notes: slight crack with rafayel's 😂

you were in the middle of reading your novel, believing that sylus was too busy to celebrate valentine's day with you as you were left to your own devices. despite the prior disappointment you felt at the thought of being unable to spend such a lovely holiday with him, in the end, you chose to be a good lover and simply spoil yourself for the day instead. you never brought it up or even asked, hence why you were currently surrounded by your favorite snacks, simply relaxing in bed while flipping though the pages of your book.

the start of your night was utterly normal, peaceful even when you found yourself surrounded by darkness just seconds later.

"what the hell?" you sit up in bed, dropping your novel on the ground as you blindly searched for the lamp settled on the nightstand. however, you were unable to move, feeling a pair of hands wrapping around your form coupled along with a series of laughters.

"luke, kieran, unhand me right now!" you bark at the twins, feeling them carry you away from your bed with ease.

"no can do, miss queen! boss man gave us strict orders to bring you to him!"

the twins continue carry you away, seemingly able to navigate through sylus's mansion even without the need for any lights. you try to wiggle out of their hold, yet end up letting out a grunt when you felt your ass landing against a plush cushion. the twins had dropped you off somewhere, making you glare into the darkness, ready to chew out the troublesome pair-

only to have your eyes widen with shock when the lights came back on. your eyes stung for a brief moment before allowing you to finally see the surprise sylus had planned for you. you were settled on the dining table, and seated across from you was sylus himself, lifting up a glass full of red wine in a toast. "hello sweetie, how nice of you to finally join me."

your mouth opens, yet the words become lost the moment you were able to actually look at the table. as far as your eyes can see, you saw various dishes across the table, finally taking in the scents of your favorite foods and various heart shaped confectionaries for dessert. tears dot your vision, making you wipe them away with the back of your hand, "i thought you had forgotten. i-"

hearing your sniffles and seeing your tears causes sylus to put down his wine glass, standing back to his full height as he took quick strides towards you. taking you within his embrace, he lets out gentle coos of your name, setting you on his lap while holding you against him.

"as if i would ever forget to celebrate our love, little dove."

filled to the brim with utter adoration for him, you cling to the front of his suit, allowing sylus to lean down and capture your lips in a sweet kiss, reminding you of just how pure and deep his love ran for you.

when zayne asked what you would like to do for valentine's day, your mind immediately went to the art museum you had wanted to visit since its opening a few months ago.

never one to deny you of any of your wants and needs, zayne takes you to the museum while walking around with you. he basks in the joy and awe with each painting and sculpture you pass by. and despite how you were the one who had purchased the box of macarons to share-

zayne was the one left holding it, since you were so engrossed at being at this museum.

yet the turning point came when you stood in front of an oil painting that seems to take up the whole section of the museum. your eyes were glued to the watercolors that painted the scenery of the deep ocean along with what appeared to be mermaids swimming in and out of an underwater city.

"wow, this is amazing. i heard rafayel was a genius in his own right, but this- his art, so breathtaking, almost like a fairytale..."

the way your eyes shimmer with admiration for the artist causes a surge of something dark and almost possessive to course through zayne's veins. the sudden sensation makes him grip at the box of macarons in a tighter manner, nearly crushing the cookies as a frown paints his expression. you were still ogling the painting when zayne decides to place the box of macarons on a nearby bench, coming closer to you as he wraps his arms around your front.

"what- zayne?"

he buries his face within your hair, "i didn't think i'd be able to feel jealous over a painting."

your eyes go wide, ready to ask what he meant when your lover suddenly leans down to press a kiss against your lips, swallowing the rest of your words. you let out a soft moan in response, shyly kissing him back while feeling zayne delving his fingers into your hair.

with you being so focused on his kiss, you were unaware of zayne's smile and his feelings of victory at being able to win your attention back from that man's painting.

you shared the love of stargazing with xavier, so when he invites you out on a picnic beneath the stars for your valentine's day date-

you said yes to his offer immediately.

you had prepared for this picnic throughout the day, making several sandwiches along with a charcuterie board to share along with some sparkling wine. xavier offers to carry the heavy basket filled with food as you held on to the blanket.

your ballet flats meets with the plushness of the emerald green grass, eyes already scanning the skies as you were basking in the sight of the twinkling stars settled millions of miles above you. xavier looks back at you, seeing the way you stopped as a kind smile graces his features.

taking a hold of your arm, xavier leads you towards the middle of the field, helping you spread out the blanket fully before settling on top of it with you. your boyfriend spreads out your meal, setting up the charcuterie board while offering you a sandwich as well.

taking tentative bites of your food, you rest your head against xavier's shoulder, simply basking in the moment with him. your eyes were glued to the galaxy above you, listening to xavier's voice as he pointed out the constellations and traced at the stars with his fingertips.

feeling warm and oh so happy with him, you look away from the skies and gently call out his name.

"yes?" you meet his gaze, seeing the love he had for you shining in them when you lean closer to the philos prince. "i love you, thank you for this."

instead of answering you with words, xavier leans forward to capture your lips in a sweet kiss, slotting his lips against yours while silently conveying i love you, too.

for valentine's day, rafayel treats you to a nice lunch before taking you to the aquarium. while walking around the gorgeous area, you felt your mouth watering at the sight of the ice cream shop settled near the entrance. after purchasing your tickets, rafayel slides his wallet back into his pant pockets when he meets your puppy dog expression.

he sighs, "okay princess, spill, what is it that you want?"

"an ice cream cone sounds really nice right now." you tell your boyfriend with a pout, pointing at the ice cream stand.

he feigns a sigh, yet walks with you to the stand anyways, allowing you to purchase your favorite flavor before ruffling your hair. you were giggling now, taking eager licks of your ice cream while offering some to your lover.

rafayel pouts, but leans down to take a huge bite out of the soft serve ice cream, making you laugh, "oh my god, that was a bite from a shovel!"

"no it wasn't!" he retorts while playfully pulling on your cheek, only to stiffen just moments later. he lets go of your face, and you give your boyfriend a confused expression while rubbing at your cheek, "huh? rafe, what is it?"

his frown seems to deepen, lips forming a pout as he marched deeper into the aquarium. your eyes go wide, following him all while calling out his name. your search for him leads you to an area where the coral reefs were on display-

and your boyfriend was actively glaring at this angelfish that had startling sapphire blue scales. you continue to take tentative licks of your ice cream, wanting to observe what would happen next-

only to see the angelfish's mouth open and close several times with bubbles forming within the waters.

"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?!" rafayel's voice echoes throughout the aquarium as his hands form into fists, pounding into the glass as the angelfish continued blowing bubbles at him.

"r-rafeyel, calm down, what happened?" you try your best to diffuse the situation, yet his pout deepens while pointing an accusing finger at the angelfish, "h-he just called me a limp noodle and said that i wasn't good enough for you!"

before rafayel could demand that one of the workers allow him inside of the waters, you pull your overly dramatic boyfriend away from the scene, feeling a bead of sweat run down your cheek as you thought of ways to help with calming the lemurian down.

"oh my god, i'm in heaven right now!" you tell your boyfriend of two years while cutting into the fluffy strawberry shortcake, placing the delicious morsel within your mouth all while letting out a moan of pleasure.

caleb simply chuckles at your words, tending to his own cup of coffee. he never once removes his gaze away from you, smiling like a lovesick fool, "whatever makes you happy, baby."

resting his cheek against the palm of his hand, the farspace colonel was glad he was able to take some time off for this special day. knowing that you were a true romantic at heart, there was no way in hell he would ever miss out on celebrating valentine's day with you.

so, he buys you all of your favorite treats, allowing the various plates filled with a variety of different cakes and chocolates to surround you. he admires the look of happiness on your face, basking in the way you ate each pastry in such a meticulous manner, as if wishing to savor every bit of it.

in the midst of caleb admiring you, he notices the whipped cream settled on top of your lips, feeling a devilish grin forming against his features. he says your name, breaking your attention away from your cake. "hm?" you face him just then, allowing caleb to lean forward to capture your lips in a chaste kiss as his tongue swipes away at the cream. caleb relishes in the way you were trembling before sitting back down in his seat, picking up his cup of coffee while taking a casual sip.

noticing the heat settled on your cheeks and the way your expression turned sheepish, he had to bite back the urge to chuckle at you while ruffling at your hair.

i could get used to this soft happiness. caleb thinks to himself, focusing his attention once more on your achingly cute features and how you were too shy to meet his gaze.

end notes: i feel like all of us wanted infold to drop a fluffy banner, but was a little disappointed / shocked when it didn't happen and got something feral instead 😭🙌🏻 so have this fluffy drabble instead to fill your needs for a fluffy valentine's day with our lads boys 🥰

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

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scottiexmariee · 9 months ago

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Social Media Headcanons

How I think the boys would be with various social media!

Masterlist

★ let's be real

★ Xav would follow you on everything.

★ he doesn't have an account? he's making one just to follow you and maybe Jeremiah if he's lucky

★ he would absolutely have your post notifications on too, would never admit that out loud though

★ don't worry he's definitely not checking to see who else likes your posts

★ interacts with 99% of your posts

★ would definitely attempt to post a "cute" candid pic of you, but in reality it's blurry as hell and completely mid

★ ^ "but I like that picture..."

★ I do think Xav would have a tiktok, but I think he'd be more of an observer than a poster

❄ aside from the Moments posts, I don't really see Zayne keeping up with a bunch of social media

❄ man is BUSY. I can't realistically imagine him doom scrolling through tiktok or twitter after a torturously long day at the hospital

❄ I REALLY feel like he would think tiktok is overstimulating or something

❄ but he would definitely sit with you like a good boy and watch some if you really wanted to show him something (bro is a closet softie, be fr)

❄ would definitely make occasional posts of you, like he does with the moment posts.

❄ probably dedicates his instagram to scenery pictures

❄ is definitely in your comments with his dry ass humor

♥ most definitely has every single type of social media

♥ twitter, instagram, tiktok, etc. all of it

♥ whether or not he runs the accounts? probably not most of them (ily Thomas)

♥ Raf is funny af, if you've seen the "sound was crisp 10/10" moment post you know what I'm talking about. I just know there'd be a GOLDMINE of similar posts on his personal twitter

♥ can totally see him being dramatic and sending you tiktoks of things he wants to do

♥ for exanple

♥ he sends you a video of a couple at the beach, holding hands and walking by the water

♥ after sending the tiktok, he'd say something like "must be nice"

♥ ^ "Rafayel do you want to go for a walk on the beach?"

♥ ^ "well, I was gunna work on a painting... buuut since you asked so nicely, be here in 10 cutie,"

♦ okay listen

♦ this man would be gassing you up in your instagram comments (personal hype man? oh yes, absolutely)

♦ man also has no problem showing you off, you're def getting posted. bro adores you. immediate hard launch, zero shits given

♦ sometimes he posts vague ass shit on moments that only you (and maybe the twins) would understand, so I definitely see that carrying over to other platforms

♦ imagine him cryptic posting on twitter

♦ ^ "the sky is a little darker than normal today" and he's literally just being petty because you forgot to send a good morning text

♦ as for tiktok, I can absolutely see you having to explain to him wtf a tiktok even is

♦ "Why not just post it on Moments? I don't understand why it needs a whole different platform."

♦ ^ he'd definitely make an account though, simply because you asked

♦ if he posts anything on tiktok at all, it would probably be him using an alloy ammo box as a grill or something (iykyk), or reposting things that you posted

BONUS: Luke & Kieran

-Let's be fr, Luke & Kieran would most definitely be shitposters

-They are funny as HELL

-Brainrot fyp on tiktok = Luke and Kieran

-Their social media would absolutely be chaos but I'm here for it

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omgfangirlland · 5 months ago

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The Shadows That Nurture 12

Y'all are getting two chapters today because a little silly someone, won't @ because they haven't asked to be tagged in the tag list and Idk if they'd like the call out but they know who they are, liked every chapter and I loved your little comments so I finished chapter 13 so I can post this chapter only fueled by your excitement 🥰🥹

CW: people are getting their ass beat, so mention of blood and decapitation.

Masterlist || First || previous<< Chapter 12 >>next

With Nolan completely refusing to face anyone lately, and the announcement that the guardians are dead, you had to get away. You couldn’t sit and wait for him, couldn’t cry over the guardians, couldn’t sit by and watch how worried Debbie was every morning when he’d left. You just couldn’t.

So, while Mark went to university with Amber and William, you cashed in your vacation days and let the shadows lead you away over the seas to Romania. Softly landing in the Hoia-Baciu Forest felt—surprisingly—like home.

The whispers of the shadows nudged you around the forest, deeper and deeper, past the oddly shaped trees straight to a burnt circle of land where dried trees grew. Walking past the circle changed the scenery, from gloomy grey trunks to moss-covered, flourishing weeping willows circling a little lake.

Walking back to the edge of the circle, you stuck half of your body out and back observing the change happening right before your eyes. It seemed to be a Midnight City magic dome thing. Inside the dome, it was quite beautiful, the astilbes and the Japanese irises giving some color to the landscape. Your hands softly traced the taller flora as you got closer to the lake, lifting off the ground to move towards the center where a small piece of rock was.

This was a great place for an altar and the shadows greatly approved, too. Sitting on your ass, crisscross apple sauce, you placed your hands on the smooth surface, transfiguring it to expand and even out a bit more.

By the time you were done setting wards so no one could find the place and adding the actual altar and the statues for Lady Gotham and Death it was already so late.

With a small sigh, you place yourself in front of the altar once more. You were never religious, your biological mother didn’t care, Bruce didn’t, the Graysons didn’t- it felt awkward to pray to them. Constantine mentioned that praying to them could just be talking to them, they’re not Yahweh, they’re not Allah, they don’t abide by those rules.

So, you didn’t either. You thanked them for the blessings they gave you, hoped they were well, and told them about your day, leaving them with a bowl of sliced apples and some flowers, deciding to visit the rest of the country while you still had a few days of vacation.

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“Went to Mars, almost got killed by Martians, got the shit beaten out of me for trying to help the Titan, got half of Teen Team- er… the new Guardians in hospital. Also, his one guy in the college was kidnapping male students he saw as peak alpha males and modifying them to essentially turn them into robocops wannabes consisting of no free will and mech bodies, including William’s boyfriend, for the betterment of the human race.” Marks sighs tiredly. “Amber and I broke up and made up again. Told her I’m Invincible… she knew.”

Debbie just looked at her son, before turning to look at you. Maybe she should stop asking how everyone’s day was. “Don’t look at me like that, ma. For once I had a normal day. Visited a lot of places in Romania after finding a little nook for my altar and got some presents for you two and our friends.” You shrug as you take another bite of food. “How was your day?”

Your mother smiles. Well, maybe she shouldn’t, it was the little normality she had in her life. “Sold a penthouse to a billionaire who had a set of all gold teeth.” You snort at that. “That’s one way to show off.”

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Since sunrise Mark has been searching for his dad and once he did, he immediately tackled him, rolling through the air for a bit before stopping. “Where have you been?! Why haven’t you said anything?” Nolan didn’t get to respond Mark continued. “Are you cheating on mom? Do you have a second family or something?”

“What?! Of course not! Why would you-“ Nolan stutters at the audacity. “Because one day you just decided to up and disappear! You barely come home anymore- Do you even love us anymore? I need you to think about it before you answer- really consider it, because I want you to mean it truthfully- Do you love us?”

The older Viltrumite couldn’t hide the shock, the anguish as he actually thought about it. Loving them meant going against his mission- to a small degree, sure, he could still finish it- but- “Yes... I-I do. I truly love your mother and you deeply. I love your sister just as much. You three are very important to me.”

“Then stop this- nonsense!” Mark waved his arms around. “You’ve been missing for almost two months, barely come home to sleep- You know how paranoid my sister is, she’s making plans over plans on how to take you down because she thinks you snapped and are trying to conquer the planet.”

“She thinks I plan to conquer Earth?” Nolan asks softly, hands clenching at his side. “Yes! She thinks me and mom don’t know but I found her encrypted files- she thinks now that you know the Viltrumites can create offsprings that have powers with humans, you have started making plans to take over. She thinks you killed the Guardians because they could have slowed you down, maybe even stopped you- she thinks you’ll come to me and ask me to help- that you’ll come clean and confess that the Viltrumites are- are these-“

Mark couldn’t finish… How could he? You didn’t come up with these ideas out of thin air- you had evidence. Circumstantial evidence- but it still was so compelling, too many coincidences to be just nothing. “She made plans that could take me down, too. Just in case I would accept to help you- she’s gone mad, dad. And- and I started to believe it too.”

Mark looks at his father, straight in his eyes. “So I need you to come home, to talk to us- I don’t want to believe it- I don’t want to think that you’d ask me to do such bullshit.” The young man clenched his fist. “Please tell me she’s wrong- because if she isn’t- I won’t help you. I’ll do anything to stop yo-“ Mark didn’t finish as Nolan threw a punch, breaking his mask and making him bite his cheek.

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“Honestly, Eve, I can’t believe you didn’t dump Rex the first time he cheated.” You sipped on your soft drink as you walked with Eve. “I know- It’s just- we both-“ She tried to come up with a reason, just a tiny one to try and keep her pride. “You both got your powers in a lab- yes. I know. That doesn’t mean you don’t deserve the respect of a man. And I can’t believe Kat jumped at the first opportunity- is the ‘not your bestie’s ex’ not in the girl rulebook anymore?”

As Eve opened her mouth to respond to that, what came out was a gasp of shock as her eyes caught the fight happening on the news. “What? Are the news more import-“ As you tuned to look behind you at the TVs in the electronics shop your mouth dropped with the drink you were holding.

The flashing pictures of Mark and the Immortal fighting furiously against Nolan make your blood run cold. The robot cameras that were flying around the men managed to pick up some of the conversation, mostly Immortal furiously yelling but- “This isn’t you! You don’t want to do this! You just feel like you have no choice, but you do!” they caught Mark too.

“Is your dad being mind-controlled?” Eve asks, clearly worried as she looks at you. “No…” Is all you say before you disappear with a breeze of air. It wasn’t a good idea to travel via magic right now. Eve caught a glimpse of Omni-man decapitating The Immortal before she changed into her costume and tried to keep up with you.

Somewhere in space, the League of Justice and Laughing Magician could only watch in terror as the news kept up with the man and his son. “Please don’t… Please don’t try and stop him.” John’s whispered payers were met only with Batman’s suspicious glare. “We should go and help!” Superman’s worried pleas was quickly shut down.

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Mark couldn’t register everything his father yelled at him as they fought through the air, and he definitely could not after being thrown into the ground and punched twice. But he could answer one question. “You and her… I’d still have you and my sister, dad.” And Nolan hesitated on his third punch. But you didn’t.

Your hit threw Nolan off Mark, making the older man crash into a crater of his own. You didn’t let him get a break. “I trusted you! We all did!” Punch after punch, the ground beneath his head created a bigger and bigger hole. “Mom and Mark love you! I love you! And you go and chose them?!”

You didn’t even notice when John Constantine popped in, almost stumbling through the portal as he ran to your brother, racking his brain for every healing spell he could use. He didn’t care that Bruce would corner him when he went back and interrogate him about this, not when you needed him.

“What is so important about them that we didn’t give you?! You haven’t seen them in years-“ Your yelling cracked as you sobbed, your tears mixing with the blood of the man. Why didn’t he choose you? “Why not us? Why them?! Why are you letting me beat the shit out of you?!” As your hands clenched above your head in a double axe handle motion, ready to turn his face into mush, you’re stopped by your brother’s voice calling your name.

Your fury turns to fear and worry as you look towards him, getting up just to stumble towards him and John. Your tears clouded your vision as you fell to your knees by Mark, gently holding his hand as you inquired about him. “I’m fine- just like, five punches to the head and a throw to the ground.” He croaked out, flinching slightly as his nose set back into place while John continued doing his best to heal the young man.

“In other universes, you either die or get the snot and spline beaten outta ya- this is so much better kid.” Constantine immediately cringes at his words, his eyes meeting yours as he instantly apologizes. “- I should have told you, hen-“

The sound of the sonic boom doesn’t even make you flinch. If Nolan wanted to run away, that was fine by you. “I knew. Nobody is that kind just to help out of the goodness of their hearts.” You said softly, reassuring him with a squeeze of his arm. “I should have done more. Should have told the Guardians or someone about my suspicions, my plans on how to deal with him-”

“You made contingency plans?” At your stutter and confused look, Mark could only laugh, immediately getting what the man meant. The rumors of Batman’s paranoia were true after all. “She even made a few for me in case I accepted.” John huffed in amusement at that. “Well- then we better keep you away from the Bat, he may just adopt you.” Some of the League’s members couldn’t hold in their laughs at the utter disgust your face showed. “With my track record of father figures you better keep the furry as far away from me as possible.” Constantine could hear Hal's laughter from where he sat as she finished speaking.

“We should get going before Cecil shows up.” You sigh while helping Mark get up. “We’re moving again? I just got here…” Eve said as she finally landed, getting Mark’s other side. “You both were hard to find, and I missed everything.”

“No need- I can help with that.” John groans as he gets up, brushing his pants off before he opens a portal to Mark’s home. “Alright, let’s get the lad home.” He lets the kids through first, and before he steps in too, he makes sure to flip off the robot cameras, just for Bruce.

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writingsbytee · 29 days ago

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DEVIL'S DEN

Elijah "Smoke" Moore / Elias "Stack" Moore / Elizabeth "Beth" Everly (reader)

THERE WILL BE NO INCEST IN THIS FIC

*Remember you are in charge of your own consumption. 18+ up audiences only; minors please don’t interact!* THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION

*Please do not plagiarize, repost, or steal my work. This doesn’t count for re-blogs!*

THE SCENERY…

*SET IN THE 50s*

Stack is a vampire

Smoke is alive and human

Annie and Mary(vampire) are bartenders at the club

Annie and Smoke are close friends with a baby rather than lovers

Reader’s aesthetic

THE ‘RED ROOM’ WILL NOT BE REVEALED RIGHT AWAY

SUMMARY: You’re working for the twins at a kink club in the 50s. Being their employee, you would never cross that line…right?

PAIRINGS: Elijah “Smoke” x Elias “Stack” x Beth (black, fem, reader)

WARNINGS: language; drug use; drinking; smoking; sexual tension; smut; use of “N” word

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Michael, Michael, Michael! I’ve been in love with Sinners since I saw it, and MBJ was my original celebrity crush, so I have to write for him! It’s honestly been too long, in my opinion. Let me know what you guys think! I'm so excited to finally share it with y'all. This is my first time writing for someone who isn't Aaron so please be gentle with me lol.

“Welcome to the Devil’s Den, where your worst dreams come true. How can I help you today?”, you smile at the patron before you as your corset digs into your back.

“C’mon Beth, don’t act like you don’t recognize me now!” The stranger said.

You recognized the voice, but, “Aww shit! I know that ain’t Cornbread! What you doing up in here?” You ask the jovial man.

Cornbread smiles at you, a look of disbelief on his face, “Damn Beth, you sure grew up fine!” he says as he takes off his hat with a slight bow of his head. You smile, shaking your head at your friend.

“Cornbread! Nigga you better stop making eyes at Beth! Get on back there and handle ya wife, she already had three men.” You watch as your boss Elias Moore or “Stack” as they call him usher Cornbread behind the velvet curtain. He returned shortly after with a shake of his head.

“C’mon now Stack, Cornbread ain’t mean nothing by it. It’s just talk you know how much he loves Esther,” you say with a teasing tilt in your voice.

“Yeah, well whatever make sure these niggas pay, we ain’t put yo pretty ass in front for nothing,”Stack says with a smirk before he too disappears behind the velvet curtain. You sigh dreamily when you’re sure Stack’s out of earshot. Goddamn that man was finer than baby hair. It only seemed like yesterday when he and his brother changed your life.

FLASHBACK

“I told Jackson the police ain’t stopping by anymore -- wait,” Stack stops abruptly in the entrance to the alleyway behind their acquaintance’s club.

“What?” Smoke asks, his sense now on high alert. He takes a step back pulling out his gun, head on a swivel looking for a potential threat.

“This ain’t normandy beach nigga, look!” Stack gestured to a dumpster about ten feet away and he could clearly see a young girl slumped over next to the dumpster. She was either dead, high or sleeping; normally he would just walk right by. But, the white dress and sandals she had on indicated that she was far too innocent to be in a back alley behind a drug dealer’s club.

“Excuse me for always being the prepared one, somebody’s gotta watch your back,” Smoke said, tucking his gun back into his waistband. The twins approach your unconscious figure, squatting down to get a better look at you.

“Damn, they beat the shit out of her,” Smoke says, removing his hat. He looked at you, his features softening. You were practically covered in bruises, they littered your face, arms, and legs.

“At least she’s still breathin’,” Stack said, as he brushed a strand of hair from your face. Your high cheekbones and delicate features stun the two men as they take in the battered beauty before them.

“C’mon we gotta move her,” Smoke said, reaching under you to pick you up bridal style. Normally, it was Stack who would do something irrational. There was just something about you, Smoke couldn’t risk you being out in the elements any longer. And, who knows if someone was coming back to finish the job.

“You sure about this, brother?” Stack asked, but Smoke was already headed toward his truck.

“C’mon nigga get the door!” Smoke shouted over his shoulder. Stack mumbled a curse before jogging up to meet his brother with the battered beauty in his arms.

...

“Ok so we got her! Now what?” Stack asked his brother, as he flew down the highway to their home.

“We’re just going to get her cleaned up and sent on her way, that's all,” Smoke said to his brother. Little did he know how wrong he’d be.

END OF FLASHBACK

“Why you gotta be so mean to Cornbread? He was only messin’”, you say, waiting on Stack’s face to reappear from behind the curtain.

When it does, he says, “Yeah, Cornbread is a bonafide freak darlin’. You keep letting him sweet talk you, he gon’ try and get in them pink silk panties you got on,” Stack said, placing his signature toothpick in his mouth. You watched as his lips closed around the toothpick, a small smile adorning your face.

“What I tell you about looking through my delicates?” You say, sauntering toward a smirking Stack. Stack glanced away, a bashful look on his face.

“Elias… have you been going though my things?” you ask a seductive smirk on your face as you bat your eyelashes up at the man in red.

“Hard to miss em’ when you’re always walking around, that plump backside hanging out the back. Everywhere I look I can see your ‘things’,” Stack begins to snicker as you playfully slap his shoulder.

“Hush, up! I’m a decent lady!” You say psushing your shoulder’s back in a mock posh stance.

Stack rolls his eyes as he tilts his head back with a full body laugh, his fangs glinting in the low light. “Yeah, right. ‘Right there stack! Ouu fuck yes keep eating me just like that!’ That sound like something a ‘decent lady’ says?” Stack asks, using finger quotes to make emphasis.

You we’re stunned into silence, mouth agape as the man infront of you cackled at your expense. You open your mouth to reply but a booming voice cuts you off.

“Stack! Nigga I’m about to put Beth ass in the ‘Red Room’! Everytime I look for you, here you are, nose spread wide open sniffing behind her!” Smoke scolded. Stack snuck a peek at you, your fingers pressed against your lips to hide your laughter.

He rolled his eyes playfully, peeking over your head to eye his twin. “Didn’t I walk up here earlier and you had your hand up the back of Beth’s dress?”

An un-lady-like snort left you at Stack’s question. You peeked a glance at Smoke over your shoulder to see him glaring at his brother. When he looks down at you, his gaze softens and he shoots you a wink, “Hey, peaches.”

You soften immediately at the nickname, “Hey, papa,” you say, turning to face him fully. You take a step toward him, reaching forward to straighten his tie.

“Stack was just gettin’ Cornbread outta my hair baby. Want me to send him back to work?” You ask playfully.

“How ‘bout both of y’all get to fuckin’ work and stop wasting our money,” Smoke placed a kiss on your forehead before moving deeper into the club. As you watch his figure retreat you feel a pair of lips behind your earlobe.

“C’mon baby, Smoke’s already mad at us! Go work so we can play later,” you whine as Stack teases your sweet spot.

“Why play later, when I got you hot, wet and ready right now,” Stack mumbled against your neck. His fangs playing against your pulse point. You hum out a laugh as Stack wraps his arms around your front, hands splaying across your lower belly.

“Elias, get now before your brother takes away our play time,” You slink out of his hold, immediately missing his warmth. You take your place behind the hostess’ podium shooting stack a wink and a fingerwave and he adjusts his obvious hard-on.

Stack straightens his cap before turning and heading back, “Oh, Peaches! I hope you’re ready for the begging I have in store for you,” He snickers as he walks away your protests falling on deaf ears.

“Annie, baby I’d kill for one of your catfish sandwiches right na!” you exclaim after your stent in the ‘Red Room’.

“Girl after the show you put on in there, you need it! All the soldiers were salutin’ you,” Annie jokes as she dries an empty pitcher.

“How’s Rain doin’?” you ask, sliding into an empty barstool.

A soft smile blooms on Annie’s face at the mention of her and Smoke’s baby girl. “She’s wonderful, ganna make her Daddy go gray.”

You laugh at Annie’s comment, “I’m surprised that man won’t born with gray hair. But, my sister has some dresses her daughter grew out of. I can bring ‘em to you tomorrow night?” you suggest.

“You too sweet to me, thank you!” Annie says, pulling you into a hug across the bartop.

“We family, you know that,” you say, looking warmly into Annie’s eyes. Annie glanced toward the Red Room and back to you.

“How was it in there tonight?” Annie asks, nodding in the direction of the room.

You shrug, a look of indifference on your face. “It was aight, folks really came for Pearline,” you say, reaching over the counter to steal a cherry.

Annie lets out a hum of approval, “You know she bends in a way that just ain’t natural. She pop her hip?” (twerking)

You nod enthusiastically, “Twice, Annie! I gotta learn that!” You joke, jumping off the barstool. Trying to copy Pearline, you put an arch in your back and shake your rump. You and Annie both giggle like schoolgirls at your attempt to do the dance.

“Hey! What’s allat movement back there?!” Stack exclaims, coming around the corner. You stop dancing immediately, your cheeks warm with embarrassment of getting caught. Annie snickers as she ducks behind the bar.

“Do it again,” Stack commands, leaning against the doorframe.

You look around nervously, “Boy, I’m not making a fool of myself,” you finish with a giggle. Stack smirks, his golds glinting in the light.

“I just wanna see that ass shake again, you’ll show me won’t you baby?” Stack asks advancing on you, like a predator stalking his prey. In between the two of them you were surprised you didn’t have whiplash.

“Not now, later. You still got time before you go to ground?,”You ask starring up at him. Stack sighs softly before rolling up his sleeve to check his watch.

“Still got a few hours left, come on baby. Smoke’s waiting,” Stack said, offering his arm for you to take. Once you do, he leads you both out. You shoot a wink to Annie over your shoulder, and she just shakes her head, smiling at her friend.

Okay, I know it's sort of a cliff hanger but I wanted to see how y'all liked it first. So will there be more? Let me know in the comments!

Special shoutout to my girls @nayaesworld @theereinawrites @keehendrixx for being the best guinea pigs!

Until next time

TEE <3

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neuvilletteswife4ever · 1 month ago

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Yandere Illumi

It had been a year since you last saw the sunlight. Or maybe even longer, you honestly didn't know.

The last time you saw even a glimpse of sunlight was when you tried to escape, you had gained all his trust, and in the end, you had betrayed him. Or atleast that's how Illumi saw it.

Ever since that day, you wouldn't even dare about thinking of the simple word 'escape'.

Considering Illumi's cruel nature, anyone would be able to guess what he had done to you. It wasn't a pleasant thing to think about.

Today, was a normal day for you. Waking up in your shared bed to find Illumi not there. He was always busy and came back during the night.

Not that you were complaining, you'd rather die than see his face. Fortunately you always fell asleep before he arrived back home, but you could always smell the reeking smell of blood whenever he came back. Even in your sleep you smellt it.

When you got up, you got dressed, specifically the clothes that illumi wanted you to wear, and walked downstairs to the kitchen.

Illumi always told the chefs to have your breakfast ready as soon as you woke up.

However, when you arrived in the kitchen, it was dead silent. No one in sight. It was odd, no butlers or maids to greet you or anything like that.

It was strange..but you weren't complaining.

Maybe...

Just maybe..

You could..try escaping..?

No.. you couldn't. You wouldn't wish it upon anyone to have to deal with his anger.

The simple reminder of what he had done that day sent shivers down your spine.

But..you wouldn't escape. Just.. see some of the sunlight.

And so you did. And you wish you hadn't.

It was dumb of you to think that illumi wouldn't have security cameras watching your every move everywhere.

Even you walking a simple step sent him a notification.

But of course, silly you, would've never known.

When he got the notification, he pracitically teleported because of his immense speed. He looked for you, and it didn't take long. You sat in the garden, simply admiring the scenery and the unfamiliar feeling of sunlight.

As you sat on the bench, you sensed a very familiar aura...one that you knew far too well.

Illumi's.

You quickly looked behind you, and there he was, standing there. Looking down at you with those scary lifeless eyes of his.

"I-Illumi! I didn't know you'd be home so earl-"

You blurted out quickly, your face masked with the face of a fake loving wife, while underneath that facade you were freaking out! But before you could finish your sentence, he interrupted you.

"What. Are. You. Doing. Here." His aura seemed to intensify. "I thought i made myself clear that you are prohibited from doing anything without me near. It's as if your asking for punishment, Y/N-"

You interrupted his sentence as well by kissing him on the lips. And that shocked him a lot. You, had never. Ever. Shown affection towards him.

You hadn't even done it because you loved him, you just did it to save your own ass.

But that kiss...meant a lot to him.

Before you could pull away, he held your head from behind, not letting you pull away from the kiss.

After a long moment, he let you pull away.

"From now on, you'll continue doing this." He continued. "I'll stay home tomorrow."

Oh no....gosh.. you couldn't imagine what he'd wanna do tomorrow.

You just wish you could've shut that mouth of yours and not kissed him at all.

You forced a smile, but the smile didn't quite reach your eyes.

"That sounds lovely.."

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sorrowsofsilence · 11 months ago

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the bet • bad omens

pairing: all bad omens members x fem!reader

words: 8.4K • masterlist

warnings: 18+, fwb and lust, smut with each member (you are the bet lol)(penetration pls wrap it b4 u tap it, male!receiving, photos taken, fem!receiving, swearing, nicknames: pretty girl, princess, good girl, baby girl), jealousy, mentions of alcohol/smoking/edibles)

summary: each of them want you- so they decide to make a bet.

note: this is purely self indulgent and filthy lmao, i hope you enjoy.

PS. THIS IS A FANFIC ABOUT REAL PEOPLE IN FICTIONAL SCENARIOS. I AM NOT IMPLYING THIS IS HOW THESE PEOPLE ARE IRL OR THAT THIS SITUATION WOULD HAPPEN. IT IS FOR FANFIC PURPOSES ONLY!

Folio finished licking the wrapper, rolling the buds to form a joint while twisting the end, smiling down at his handy work.

Noah sat across from him on the couch, sharing a bag of chips with Ruffilo, while Jolly opened a beer on the left, placing it on the coffee table.

“I always win on little Mac,” Noah mumbled, still salty that Ruffilo kicked his ass as Ganondorf. The two had been rambling about their previous Super Smash Bros session.

“Do you?” Ruffilo laughed, shovelling a few chips in his mouth, “I think it’s time to leave little Mac behind.”

Noah sent him a glare in response, clearly unimpressed with that suggestion, before eyeing Folio.

He lit the joint, taking a slow drag before blowing the smoke out of his nose and leaning across the table to hand it to Noah.

It had been a while since they got to enjoy each other’s company casually like this. With five consecutive days off until their next show, and only one day of travel between, this was the longest time they’ve had this whole tour to relax.

Noah sucked the smoke into his lungs, before passing it to Ruffilo, “Man, I’m so glad we finally have some time to catch up on sleep.”

All of them nodded their heads in agreement, sinking into their seats as the smoke filled the room.

Jolly now held the joint between his inked fingers, rolling it between them, “I don’t think I’ve caught up… ever.”

Folio agreed, scrolling through his phone to pick some music, and hooked up to the room’s speaker. “I’d like to get out and enjoy the scenery, too. Go for a walk like a normal human or some shit.”

Noah hummed in agreement, sitting up to take a sip of his water. The room became hazy in no time, the smell of weed pungent as the conversation jumped from topic to topic.

Eventually, each of them became quiet, only the music ringing between the walls anticipating Nicholas’ question.

“Where’s Y/N? Did she go to bed?”

Noah’s eyes flicked over to Folio, analyzing his expression before darting to Jolly, who stared nonchalantly at the beer can on the table.

Ruffilo’s gaze danced between the boys as they sat quietly until Jolly spoke.

“Nah. She goes to bed late. Probably busy doing something with Matt.”

The tech's name echoed between each of the boys, ringing in their ears with resentment. They loved Matt, but the amount of time he got to spend with the one girl who drove them all mad made them envious- and question his motives.

Folio took a quick puff, passing it over the table to Ruffilo, “You think they’ve hooked up?”

Jolly took a long sip of his beer, face scrunching subtly. Certainly not from the drink- but at the mere suggestion of you and Matt.

Noah shrugged, his eyes rolling in annoyance at the thought.

“What,” Folio laughed, gaze narrowing in hinted understanding with his friend, “jealous?”

Noah coughed from the weed, and accusation, waving his hand in front of his face to help dissipate the ever-building smoke- but the word hung heavy in the enclosed space.

Noah, Folio, and Ruffilo all tried to hide their envious glances towards the eldest member, who chugged the remainder of his drink before twisting the empty can in his fingers. Anything to distract himself from the tension.

To say you affected the boys was an understatement. They were completely enamoured by you; obsessed with every smile, every laugh, every lingering touch.

You had joined their crew a year ago, partnering with Matt on sound mixing during their live sets. You were a phenomenal addition to their growing team and a much-needed asset. However, your work ethic and talent weren’t the only things that had them engrossed.

Every time you sat next to one of them, or even looked in their direction- each was ready to fold. None of them would even hesitate to fall onto their knees and succumb to your every desire.

If only you asked them to.

And the one lucky bastard who got a sweet taste of your touch one rare night three months ago?

The one who remained silent at Folio’s burdensome allegation?

Jolly kept his eyes on the can, playing with the metal tab as he fought the smile that twitched on his lips.

“Fucking lucky asshole,” Folio whined, throwing a pillow in annoyance at the Swede.

Jolly snickered, throwing it back at the drummer who barely dodged it with brows furrowed bitterly.

“It was one time,” Jolly rolled his head back, “and it’s not like we had sex.”

Noah grabbed the joint from Ruffilo, closing his eyes as he inhaled, “Yeah,” he exhaled with spite as he tilted his head animatedly, “but you got, and I quote, ‘the best fucking head I’ve ever had, hands down,’ end quote.”

Jolly didn’t even try and hide the wide smile that grew on his lips, earning another pillow being thrown at him, this time from Noah.

God, what the singer would give to have your lips wrapped around him. What the Nicks would do to have a peek at the secrets beneath your hoodie.

“I’d kill to have just one more night with her,” Jolly said.

“At least you had one,” Noah glared. He was jealous. They all were.

It was silent momentarily, before Folio sighed, speaking for the room, “Fuck, what I’d do to get a piece of that ass.”

Noah and Jolly nodded along, Ruffilo watching through the corner of his eye.

“Same,” Noah ran a hand along his face, “That pretty little mouth of hers? Shit.”

Although Ruffilo agreed with everything they said, he felt the need to bud in, “Don’t like, objectify her.”

Noah immediately scoffed, turning his head to face his best friend, “Don’t act like you don’t think about what it would feel like getting your dick sucked by her.”

Ruffilo shrugged, reaching into the chip bag, “I mean yeah, Y/N’s hot-” He wanted to continue to discuss her wonderful personality, but Noah interjected.

“See? Point proven,” He said, sticking his tongue out at the long-haired brunette.

“She’s got all of us dick whipped bro,” Folio shook his head, taking a swig of his beer, “and she’s literally just existing.”

Jolly laughed, sitting up in his chair, “I bet she’d suck my dick again. At least once more.”

Ruffilo raised a brow, hiding his jealousy with a handful of chips.

“Yea?” Noah leaned onto his knees, elbows perched on either one, “I bet she’d let me rail her. Multiple times.”

The slanted smile that grew upon Jolly’s face said it all as Folio took the last puff of the blunt, and then tossing it into the ashtray, “Hey- I bet I could do both.”

The three of them shared a glance, then turned to Ruffilo.

“I bet all that and more,” He said, chin resting on his palm.

"Yeah?" Jolly snickered, standing up to crack open another beer by the counter in the hotel room. "Fine, then. Deal." He tilted his head as he took a swig of the amber drink.

“How do you win then?” Noah began, raising a brow.

Jolly crossed his arms over his chest in contemplation, then shrugged, “First one to do anything sexual wins.”

Noah shook his head, pointing an accusatory finger. “No, because you automatically have a one-up. First to get two consecutive nights with her wins.”

“And winner gets what exactly?” Folio asked, staring between the boys.

Ruffilo shrugged his shoulders at his own suggestion, “Dibs?”

A stare-down commenced before Jolly walked back over, leaning forward to place his hand above the coffee table. Folio joined, his hand on Jolly’s before Noah and Ruffilo followed, stacking their hands and signing away their pride.

“Ok, Bet.” Folio’s smirk lit up his face.

“Bet.”

Completely oblivious to the deal behind the door, you knocked on the wood with your foot, arms full of various snacks. Matt stood next to you, carrying boxes of drinks as you waited for the hotel door to open.

The talking on the otherside quieted as the knob turned, the drummer nervously coughing as he opened the door. The smell of weed slapped you in the face as the dank haze that flowed out filled your lungs.

Folio’s eyes remained fixated on you as he held the door, a faint blush tinting his cheeks as you nodded gratefully at him. The immediate silence from the four boys in the room made your chest tighten, and nerves ran to the ends of your fingertips as you walked towards the counter.

You weren’t oblivious to the stares as each of the boys watched you place the items on the faux marble, their gazes lingering longer than usual. There was an odd energy in the room you couldn’t quite put your finger on, but when you turned back around, each quickly distracted themselves with their drinks or snacks.

Flashing the boys a small smile, you hid your overthinking thoughts.

Maybe they didn’t want you here.

With a nervous breath, you swallowed that thought, reaching for the can Matt held out to you.

“Sorry we took so long. We did a quick rehearsal for Friday, then ran to the store.”

Noah glanced at you quickly before averting his eyes, Ruffilo doing the same. Folio sat back down on the couch, Matt plopping next to him with a grunt.

The room felt heavy as they continued to bounce silent words between each other, the challenge of the bet, unknown to you, sinking in their minds.

Matt took a sip of his drink, scanning each of his friends and their strange demeanour, “The fuck is wrong with y’all?” he said, scoffing with a raised brow, “Why are you acting like a bunch of fucking weirdos.”

Ruffilo coughed, taking a swig of his drink before handing the bag of chips to Noah, who immediately shovelled a handful into his mouth as if avoiding the question.

“We were just having a deep conversation before you got here, is all,” Jolly clicked his tongue, staring at you longingly before turning his attention to Matt. “How did the rehearsal go?”

Standing there awkwardly for a moment, you swung your legs to distract yourself, before looking at the taken seats. Tuning out Matt’s rambling, you didn’t know where to sit, until you noticed the arm of the chair Jolly sat on.

You were decently close to Jolly- considering his cock was shoved down your throat during that one drunk escapade- but all things considered, you knew he wouldn’t mind if you sat next to him there.

As soon as you walked across the room, you felt each of their gazes burning into you, watching your every move. Jolly's brows raised in surprise as you approached him, and you hummed nervously before taking a seat on the hard arm of the chair.

Giving them all a curt smile, you took another sip of your drink, staring at the carpeted ground.

“Surely that can’t be comfortable love.”

Jolly’s accent was thick, snapping you away from your thoughts.

“Here,” he tugged your wrist, motioning for you to sit on his lap, “Trust me I don’t mind.”

“Oh-” was all you could say before his hands grabbed your hips, sliding you down onto him.

You chewed on the inside of your cheek, trying not to wiggle too much above the guitarist, but needing to get comfortable. His fingers still gripped your hips, moving with your shifting.

Folio's eye-roll and Noah’s annoyed frown went unnoticed, but you caught a glimpse of Ruffilo's clenched fist, his knuckles tightening momentarily.

“You sure?” You mumbled, shaking your head, “I’m okay on the arm, or even the floor-”

Jolly laughed, the melodic sound leaving the hairs on your arm standing. His enigmatic personality always left you nervous.

"I am more than sure.”

Matt moved on and picked up the conversation again, the boys finally joining at a more normal pace and talking about this week's plans. Yet your mind felt foggy as one of Jolly’s hands crept from your waist, down to the top of your thigh.

He stilled his movements for a few minutes, your chest tightening.

“Maybe we can go to an aquarium, or-” The thought was cut short, breath caught in your throat once you felt Jolly’s inked fingers rubbing up and down your skin, slowly reaching to squeeze the inside of your thigh.

With your gaze kept forward you took another sip, “-a movie?”

Matt’s eyes wandered to Jolly’s hand, squinting in confusion momentarily before standing up to grab one of the snacks you picked from the counter.

“I’m down for whatever,” the blonde said, tossing you a bag of candy. Smiling at him gratefully, you opened the bag and took a piece, using it to distract you.

“I like the sound of a movie,” Noah said, staring at Folio as he spoke. He tried to hide the ever-growing envy in his chest, “Haven’t been to one with people in forever.”

“Why is it you like going alone again?” Folio asked, eyes locked on Noah, shielding his vision from Jolly.

Noah laughed, “No handjobs, just me and my vitamin water.”

You tried listening to their conversations but felt the swede shift beneath you, slowly guiding your hips in a circular motion.

Jolly’s growing arousal pushed against you from beneath, leaving your stomach swirling at his advancement. It was bold- even for him. You crossed your legs in an attempt to suppress your desire, but he knew.

He knew the effect he had.

The way his fingers kept kneading at your thighs left your heart pounding. What was he doing? What was wrong with you?

As the boys started dragging on about Elden Ring, Jolly adjusted to whisper in your ear, “So, you forgot something in your room, right?”

Heat rose to your cheeks, goosebumps adorning your skin at his comment. All you could do was nod before standing up, taking a final sip and tossing the can into the bin.

The conversation stopped as you walked toward the door, Jolly standing up from the chair.

“Where are you going?” Ruffilo asked you, biting his lip to distract himself. They all knew.

“I just- forgot something in my room.” You said, trying to shrug it off.

Once you left, all eyes turned to Jolly, the smug smile on his face radiant in satisfaction.

Folio stood up, pointing an accusative finger, “You just- I- that’s cheating.”

Jolly grabbed the hair tie off his wrist, pulling his dark strands into a quick bun as he walked toward the door.

Turning to face his competitors, his best friends, he smiled, “Don’t hate the player. Hate the game.”

Jolly’s mouth moved with yours as he held you on top of the desk in your room. You didn’t think you’d ever be in this position with him again- but you certainly didn’t mind.

“Do you think about that night often?” He asked, hands holding your hips in place.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t think about your previous night with him, but you always tried to push the thoughts away. You didn’t think anything would happen again, and you knew deep down you couldn’t continue anything like this with him.

You liked him, sure, but weren’t committed to the idea of a relationship.

But, one more night wouldn’t hurt, right?

“Sometimes,” You whispered, hands clasped around the back of his neck as he kissed along your jaw, “do you?”

Pulling you off the desk he held you close to him, lips devouring yours for a second longer, “More than I probably should.”

His admission made your knees weak. You didn’t care if they were only words of infatuation; you loved the effect you had on him.

Taking your hand, you tugged on his belt, letting your hand rub along his covered erection. Jolly’s immediate whimper made you smile against his lips.

Allowing yourself to kneel before him, you pulled the leather apart, undoing the zipper.

He was sensitive to every touch, eyes never leaving you and absorbing every movement you made. Knowing this, you couldn’t help but tease him, leaning in to graze your teeth over his underwear.

Looking up at the swede through your lashes, he watched, lips parted in need as you pressed your tongue against the tip, still using the cotton as a barrier.

Jolly’s fingers ran through the side of your hair, tangling in the strands as you took a finger, gliding it between the hem of his boxers. He shook his head, giving you an exasperated smile.

Finally tugging down the fabric, you ran the flat of your tongue across his length, swiping along the head slightly before trailing back down.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” He breathed, the teasing smile causing him to lick his lips.

“Why not give you something more to think about?” You shrugged, wrapping your hand around the base, before taking him in your mouth.

The immediate relief on Jolly’s face made you chuckle along his cock, the taste of his pre-cum salty against your tongue.

Swirling around the tip you swallowed him, taking everything he offered as best you could before pulling away, allowing the string of saliva to follow.

You twisted your hand around, using your saliva to assist your movements before sucking and pressing your tongue along the base.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his other hand replacing yours on his cock, holding it to your lips.

You clasped your hands behind your back, only using your mouth as you bobbed along, being sure to keep your eyes on him.

He watched you with furrowed brows, the crease in his forehead evidence of his growing orgasm. His hips slowly rutted into your mouth, matching your movements in a synchronized wave.

“Shit princess, you’re so fucking hot.”

His encouraging words made your face warm, his cock buried in your throat causing you to gag along him.

“Let me take a picture of you. A memoir if I may?”

You pulled off of him, continuing to using your hand as you spoke, “Only if you keep it to yourself.”

Jolly smiled, reaching for his phone on the desk, holding it above you, “Of course.”

Using your hand you continued to stoke him as you sucked.

“Just your mouth,” He whispered, “That’s it.”

You held your hands behind your back once again, being sure to look up into the camera- just for him.

Jolly continued with praises until you felt him stiffen, eyes fighting closure.

A deep groan crawled from his chest as he held you still, his release coating the back of your throat.

Closing your eyes you swallowed everything, sticking out your tongue to show him.

“That’s a good girl,” He ran his fingers along your scalp in approval.

Standing up you helped him with his pants, pulling them back over his waist and putting his belt back together.

Jolly leaned into your body, holding your jaw firmly as he kissed you once again.

“Let me take care of you,” He said between kisses, and you pulled away smiling.

Looking at the clock on the nightstand it was well past 2 am. Despite the throbbing ache between your legs, you knew you needed some sleep before travelling tomorrow.

“I love sucking you off, so don’t worry about it,” You said slowly, leaning in to give him a quick kiss, “but I need to go to bed… so, rain check?”

Jolly’s eyes flashed with something you missed, fighting back a cocky grin, “of course. you know where to find me.”

Once the guitarist made it back to his hotel room, the boys were still sitting in their spots, now glaring daggers toward him.

“One down. One more to go,” Jolly said, licking his bottom lip in accomplishment as he thrust into the air for cocky effect.

“Dick,” Noah mumbled, to which Matt stared at his friends, confused once again.

“Clearly I’m missing something,” The blonde groaned, and shook his head.

After hours of travelling the next day, you were exhausted. The crew had pulled up to the next hotel- and things were going smoothly up until checking in at reception.

“What do you mean we’re short a room?” Matt said to the lady, clearly confused, “We’ve had this booked for weeks.”

“I’m sorry but you only had three rooms in the original booking.” The woman was sympathetic, hands folded in front of her, “There aren’t any more available but we can put a cot in one of the rooms.”

The one thing you respected most about the boys was how they always gave you a room to yourself; but it would be ok to share just for one night, wouldn’t it?

The boys looked at each other, before shrugging.

“I guess that’s fine,” Matt said.

Looking at them you scratched your arm nervously, “I can share my room so you don’t have to do that, I don’t mind.”

“With who?” Folio asked quickly, each of them turning to watch you intensely.

You almost laughed at how weird they were being, before shaking your head, “Uh I don’t care.”

Quickly glancing at Jolly, you knew it would be a bad idea if you two were together.

So you looked at the brunette next to him, his thick brows raising in surprise once he met your gaze.

Ruffilo stared at you, blinking rapidly before calming his composure. He wanted to share a room with you so bad. But he knew the others would too. Would you pick him?

And when his name fell off your lips he almost yelled out loud, ready to pump a fist into his chest then and there.

“Uh, Ruffilo? Care to share?”

The sweet boy was always one of your favourites, even if you tried to avoid bias between them. He’d be a harmless partner, right?

The way his face flushed a deep maroon made you smile nervously, afraid you put him on the spot. “It’s okay if you’re not comfortable, I’m happy to offer the room to someone else?”

“No! No, it’s totally fine with me.” He peered at Noah, who stared at the ground, “That ok with you Noah?”

“Sure man,” Noah’s curt grin made your stomach swirl as his gaze flicked toward you, unspoken words lingering behind his stiff expression.

Grabbing a keycard you nodded at Ruffilo, who trailed behind you.

You didn’t see how he glanced back at his friends, holding his fingers up in an ‘L’ on his forehead.

Hearing various scoffs behind you, you turned to raise a brow, “Okay, what is with you guys lately?”

They all shook their heads as everyone entered the elevator, leaving you to eye Matt who just shrugged, looking as confused as you.

“You guys have been acting weirder than usual- like- you’re normally weird- but since last night something’s been off. Did I do something wrong?”

“No not at all-“ Ruffilo was quick to defend you, his silver eyes wide with worry, “you’ve done nothing. I think we are all just relieved to have some time off for once. Right?”

He looked around swiftly at the boys who nodded.

“Tired,” Noah said, his eyes lingering on your figure for a moment too long.

“Hungry,” Folio said, licking his lips, almost in annoyance, as he peeled his eyes away.

Jolly didn’t even glance at you, his face neutral- an attempt to hide his disappointment you chose Ruffilo over him.

He was this close to winning the bet.

Matt looked around quickly, shaking his head, “I’m sure a little TLC will cure their… brain fog or whatever. You guys need to like, get laid or something- Jesus.”

Noah snickered audibly before staring up at the ceiling of the elevator. Folio stared at his shoes.

Once you got to the room you held the card against the sensor, waiting for the door to click. Opening it, you and Ruffilo stood in the doorway, your chest tightening as you entered.

“I don’t mind joining them on a cot-” he began, but you gave him a shrug.

There was only one bed, meaning the two of you would be sharing.

“It’s alright with me if it’s alright with you.”

Ruffilo only smiled, his nervous wading back as he rolled his suitcase into the room, “I guess we should get ready to go to dinner?”

Getting back to the room was a blessing and a curse.

You were tired, but also nervous as the bassist trailed behind you.

As you two got ready for bed you tried to avert your eyes while Ruffilo unbuttoned his shirt in the corner, the brunette glancing at you every so often.

Coughing shyly, you averted your eyes as you grabbed your pyjamas, sliding into the washroom to change.

It felt almost scandalous to be wearing such small shorts and a thin tank top, but you pushed that away and reminded yourself that it was just one night. It would be fine.

Ruffilo sucked in a breath when you walked out, and you tried to hide your staring as he stood there shirtless in his shorts. Your eyes darted back to his chest, following the lines of his tattoos.

“I hope it’s ok I don’t wear a shirt… I run warm,” He said restlessly as he sat on the edge of the bed. His leg bounced up and down and you suddenly felt bad you suggested he room with you.

Maybe he was more uncomfortable with this than you had thought.

“Nicholas you don’t have to share with me-”

“No!” He stood up, hands out in reassurance. His reaction made you chuckle as his face warmed again, shaking his head, “I mean, no it’s okay. I- I want to stay here with you.”

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” You said, arms folded across your chest in insecurity.

“You don’t- I-” He stood there, tucking his hair behind his ear, “I just- You make me nervous, but that’s not a you problem.”

You chuckled again, turning off the main room light, and clicking on the nightstand lamp, “I make you nervous?”

Crawling into your side of the bed, Nicholas followed, tucking himself beneath the covers on the edge of his side, afraid to be any closer to you.

“Why do I make you nervous?” You asked, pulling down the hotel room pillows, and lying on your side to face him.

The bass player followed your movements, facing you as he got comfortable. He closed his eyes, contemplating his words before speaking his confession.

“You’re mesmerizing. Everything about you makes my heart pound.” He said softly, his words sinking deep within your skin.

All you could do was stare at him, his grey eyes flickering between your own, waiting for a response.

“Really?” Was all you could say, your stomach swirling with butterflies as you bit back a smile.

Ruffilo nodded, hands beneath his head as he watched you with a shy grin.

Your heart began to race as you hid your face in the pillow, suppressing a nervous laugh. “You’re the hot one in a band.”

“Yeah well- you’re the pretty girl we are lucky enough to have all to ourselves.”

“Shh, stop.” You whispered, ears flushed as his words sunk into your mind.

The evening was spent sharing random stories and laughing at each other’s jokes. You couldn’t stop smiling as you and Ruffilo turned off your lamps, rolling to face away from each other and letting sleep take over.

However, your mind raced with a chest warm with admiration, before finally falling into a deep slumber.

Waking up you felt a set of strong arms wrapped around your waist, body pressed against your back.

Your limbs were entangled with Nicholas’ body fitting against yours; however, something else caught your attention.

Ruffilo’s body was stiff as you accidentally moved your hips into him, trying to pull away slowly- but his grip on your torso tightened, holding you against him.

His cock pressed into you from behind, causing your heart to pound.

God, this would be so wrong, wouldn’t it?

Ruffilo’s hands gripped your hips as he rolled into you slowly, breath brushing across your neck.

Closing your eyes you smiled, contemplating whether to do this or not; but what’s the harm in a quick morning fuck? With someone who liked you just as much as you liked them?

You pushed your body against him slowly, rutting back and forth along him teasingly.

The groan that left Ruffilo’s chest caused your body to warm, tingling from the excitement as he squeezed the skin beneath your tank top.

“I want you so bad Y/N,” He whispered against your ear, lips grazing down the lobe toward your neck.

“Then have me,” you breathed, taking your hand and holding his thigh, pulling him closer toward you.

Ruffilo’s lips attached to your neck, teeth biting along the delicate skin. You allowed him to suck, marking you below your ear.

He hooked a finger in your shorts, pulling them down your legs swiftly as he continued to spooned you. Taking his inked fingers, he dipped them between your thighs from behind, running them thoroughly along your folds.

Ruffilo’s touch made you squirm, buzzing from the thrill of him.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he said quietly, a mix of awe and lust as he used your arousal to lubricate himself.

“I woke up with your cock pressed up against me, what do you expect?” You gave him a breathy laugh as he lined up to your entrance, pushing just his tip inside.

You cursed as the brunette held your hips once again, nails digging into the skin as he slowly sunk further into you, right to the hilt.

Allowing your body to adjust you moaned at the feeling of Ruffilo taking over your body. It wasn’t long until his thrusts were quick, fucking you with needy desperation from behind as you two lay on the bed.

“Oh my god,” he groaned, his infatuation with your pussy leaving you a smiling mess as he pounded into you, hands worshiping your skin, “you feel so fucking good.”

The lewd sounds that left the both of you filled the room, and once he reached between your thighs, fingers pressing into your core with a circular motion, you screamed out his name.

“I’m not going to last long,” He breathed, leaning in to bite your shoulder as he held you close. His admission pushed you over the edge, his fingers pressing into you, cock buried deep.

With the cry of his name, you clenched around his body. Ruffilo pulled out, stoking himself quickly as his release coated your back, the warmth making you jolt.

The two of you lay there for a moment, chests heaving. Ruffilo watched you in awe as you turned, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek as he pulled you into his chest.

You relished in the moment he kissed your forehead, his warm breath cascading down your face as you squeezed him close.

What did you just do?

Getting up you quickly headed to the shower after giving him another which kiss.

Your mind spun as your body came down from the orgasm, and when you closed the bathroom door, Ruffilo sat up in bed, high-fiving himself.

One, he was just happy to even get a taste of your body- but two, he was officially on par with Jolly.

“Point for this guy.”

As he approached the boys at breakfast, Ruffilo pointed his thumbs toward himself proudly.

You were busy in the hotel room packing a backpack for the aquarium, and Ruffilo knew he had to gloat before you overhead.

“No fucking wayy,” Folio groaned, while Noah ran a frustrated hand down his face.

Nick and Noah felt defeated, both still needing at least one time to be even close to winning this bet.

Jolly folded his arms over his chest, sinking into the wooden chair at the breakfast table, “You’re just lucky she picked you to share the room. I would’ve already been calling dibs by now if it wasn’t for that.”

“Sure,” Ruffilo rolled his eyes, “but she picked me!” With a radiant smile, he dug into his breakfast, the eggs tasting even better than normal.

You and Matt walked into the room, stopping at the table. Ruffilo met your eyes momentarily, both of you flushing as you recalled this morning’s events.

“To the aquarium?” Matt asked, snapping you out of the trance, and Ruffilo shovelled down the rest of his food.

Folio ran a hand through his hair. It was now or never, and he didn’t want to lose.

Standing up he adjusted his shirt before approaching you, wrapping a hand around your wrist and leading the two of you out of the restaurant.

“Where are we-” you began as the drummer tugged you behind him, pressing a finger up to his lips to shush you.

His hand was warm as it held you taught against his side, pulling you out one of the back doors.

“Nick, where are we going?” You asked, but moulded into his touch, allowing him to tug you freely.

He didn’t say anything once you made it outside, and then pulled out a small bag.

Two square gummies sat inside the plastic as Folio held it up tauntingly.

“Let’s get high,” He said, letting go of your arm and opening the bag, holding the gummy out to you.

“What?” You laughed, raising a brow, “It’s like 10 am.”

“Trust me. It’s so fucking fun at aquariums. Last time I had the most fun I’ve ever had at an aquarium, ever.”

You snickered, shaking your head, “and how many times have you been to an aquarium?”

Folio gave you a cheeky look, “twice.”

That brought out another laugh, and you chewed on your lip. “Alright, sure Folio. Bet.”

His eyes clung to yours for a second too long at the word that left your lips, before prompting you to open your mouth.

Sticking out your tongue, he placed it in your mouth carefully, watching you intensely before placing the other in his mouth.

You savoured the taste of the berry flavour as you laughed, “I can’t believe we are doing this. You’re such a goof.”

Folio bumped your shoulder as he led you back inside, “a goof with great ideas.”

“And now what?” You asked.

Folio shoved the bag back into his pocket, the devilish smirk on his lips eating you alive, “Now we wait.”

The two of you were non-stop giggling in the car towards the end of the drive. Once you got to the aquarium, Folio reached for your hand, pulling you out of the vehicle.

It felt like a little secret between the two of you, yet everyone in the car glared towards the youngest member. You couldn’t help but wonder if they knew.

It wasn't very busy at the aquarium, with only a few people strolling around the different enclosures.

You and Folio were glued to each other’s sides, laughing at every single thing until it started driving the rest of the boys crazy.

“What is wrong with you?” Matt asked, pulling you aside. His annoyance mixed with concern made you smile, admiring his care for you.

You laughed, unable to take him seriously as you placed a hand on his shoulder, and touched his nose adoringly.

“Me and Nick took an edible,” the snort that came from your lips made you giggle even harder.

Folio then covered his mouth in the background. “Sorry Matty, I just can’t stop laughing.”

“Jesus,” Matt laughed, shaking his head in amusement, “Why am I not surprised?”

The blonde just smiled down at you warmly, and you pulled away from his interrogation as Folio dragged you toward a tank of angel fish.

“Oh my god, look,” you said excitedly, holding the drummer against you as you pressed your face against the tank. The feeling of the cool glass against your warm skin brought a newfound hyper awareness to your senses, causing you to giggle again.

“It’s more fun watching them swim around this way, isn’t it? They’re like little weird alien blobs.” Folio chuckled, and you nodded in agreement.

The two of you were attached at the hip, running ahead of everybody and taking in everything you could see.

You were too absorbed with Folio, and the Fish, to notice the annoyed grumbling that came from Ruffilo, Noah, and Jolly

Once you got to the otter enclosure, there was a chance to walk outside.

You and Folio followed the wooden pathway to the outside habitat, taking a seat on a bench.

The peak of the high felt like it was wearing off, and you could feel yourself getting a little sleepy.

Resting your head on Folio’s shoulder you closed your eyes, still smiling as the sun beamed against your skin.

“This has been so fun, Nick,” you whispered, nuzzling against his shirt that suddenly had the most amazing texture in the world.

Folio reached for your hand, holding it between his as he placed his head on top of yours, “it really has been.”

Pulling away you sat up, staring at the otters jumping and swimming in the water, until you felt a set of fingers gently reach under your chin.

Following his direction, Folio turned you to face him, leaning in slowly.

His heart was pounding so fast- he almost felt scared.

What if he didn’t want this to be part of some bet?

What if he wanted this to be real?

The closer he got to your lips, the more nervous he felt.

This was real for him.

You didn't pull away, allowing the drummer to press his mouth against yours. The kiss was delicate, and something you never felt before; leaving your limbs tingling- a mixture of your inebriation and excitement.

It seemed wrong to be kissing him- especially after everything that happened with Jolly and Ruffilo- but you couldn’t stop.

His lips were so soft, his kiss growing hungrier as he became filled with need at each breath. Folio reached his hand up to cup your cheek, and you pulled away from him, face warm as your fingers touched your tingling lips.

“Not in public,” you said quietly, giggling as he pouted.

“There’s no one out here at least,” Folio whispered, leaning in teasingly, nose touching yours, “I need your lips on mine.”

Biting your bottom lip you laughed, pressing your forehead against his as you closed your eyes, inhaling the fresh air.

“Ok, then where?” you met his ochre eyes, the deep brown almost enchanting as he watched you longingly.

Folio immediately stood up, eagerly holding onto your hand.

Walking together he pulled you inside, only for you to be stopped by Noah and Matt.

“Whatcha doing?” Noah asked, eyes darting between the two of you. You stared at him, swallowing nervously.

Somehow, You knew that he knew, and it made your ears turn hot.

“Snack,” Folio said, giving them a thumbs up.

“Oh, can we join?” Matt asked, and Noah nodded quickly.

“Yeah, that sounds like a great idea,” Noah said, watching you now.

“Uh,” you began, but Folio tugged on your wrist, pulling you away from them.

“Nope! Bye!” Folio said, sticking out his tongue at Noah, dragging you with him.

You began giggling once again, the high coming in waves. Folio looked around the place until he saw a single bathroom.

Dragging you inside he locked the door behind the two of you, immediately turning to pin you against the frame.

Your laughter then stopped as he loomed over you, heart racing as he kissed you desperately, tongue pressed against your bottom lip.

With a hand on your chin and a hand on your hip, he held you there, his body caging you to the door.

You moaned into his mouth, allowing your fingers to trail up into his short hair, running them through the gelled strands.

“You have no idea what you to do me, do you?” Folio breathed between kisses, the hand on your hip reaching further down to grip your ass, “To all of us?”

Swallowing his words as he spoke, your chest tightened.

Three boys in the last two days?

Where was all this coming from?

You weren’t oblivious to their stares or their advances- but it was odd that all of a sudden it felt like such a challenge for them to take you on.

But really? You didn’t mind at all.

Folio’s fingers gripped your chin harder, holding you to his mouth as his tongue pressed against yours with thirst before pulling back.

“I won’t let you forget me.” He said, a suggestive smile radiating above you as you looked up at him.

Your body almost vibrated at his words, anticipation ringing in your ears as he led you to the counter, lifting you to sit on the edge.

All you could do was watch as your limbs tingled, and Folio pulled your jeans down your thighs, leaving you exposed in your underwear.

He kissed you briefly again before trailing kisses down your neck, tugging your t-shirt down to kiss your shoulder.

You lifted the shirt for him, allowing his tongue to dip between the valley in your chest and down your stomach until he was kneeling before you.

Your breathing already felt erratic as you watched him smile up at you, his eyes lidded in lust as his fingers tugged your panties to the side, sinking between your folds.

Folio ran his fingers along your arousal for a moment, before sticking them into his mouth, tasting you.

“Fuck baby girl,” he moaned, positioning his hand at your entrance, “you taste so good.”

He pushed into you, curling and twisting until he found the spot that made your mouth open from pleasure. Bet and all, he wanted to make you feel good- to remember this moment despite who wins.

“You ever get eaten out when high before?” He asked between kisses, taking a brief moment to bite your thigh.

“N-no,” you whispered, trying to be quiet.

“Glad to be the first,” he teased, “I’d love to do it again if you want.”

“Y-yes,” you chewed back a moan, rolling your hips into his hand, “pl-lease.”

His attentiveness made your stomach swirl as he kissed the inside of your leg again, slowly trailing towards your desire. Folio pressed his tongue against your clit, flicking momentarily to match the pace of his fingers, before latching his mouth around you.

“Fuck, I love how soaked you are. All for me?”

Mumbling a confirmation, you covered your mouth with your hand, afraid of the ungodly sounds that fought from your chest.

As your head fell back into the mirror you couldn’t help but rut your hips into his mouth, seconds away from an orgasm as the tension in your abdomen built.

“Ohmygodnick,” you mumbled behind your hand, brows furrowed as your eyes squeezed shut while he ate you out feverishly.

You hadn’t noticed how Folio’s other hand held his arousal free from his pants, jerking himself as he devoured your body, hungry for your release and his.

You cried his name as his tongue pressed against you firmly, body shaking against his mouth while you reached your orgasm, fingers pulling his hair.

Folio was seconds behind, the sound of your muffled moans pushing him to his climax as he came all over the floor and his hand.

Pulling his mouth from your body he smiled up at you, lips wet from your release. He stood up, and you noticed his mess, smiling lustfully at him.

“That’s so hot,” you whispered, to which he laughed, the two of you now in a fit of giggles.

“Yeah?” He lifted you off the counter, pulling you forward to kiss him. The taste of you on his tongue elicited another small moan, his hand reaching down to squeeze your ass again.

Folio then cleaned you up, then himself, before holding you in a hug.

His arms were tightly wrapped around you, almost afraid to let go. You melted into him, heart racing with pure want and need.

“Whatever happens, just know how much I care about you alright?” He said, his words lingering.

You nodded, unsure what he meant about “whatever happens”.

But somehow, you knew it had something to do with all of them.

Two days later, the boys were sitting on the bus, bored. As much as they had enjoyed their days off, the anticipation of the next show always ate away at their nerves.

Jolly and Ruffilo were watching YouTube videos on the couch while Folio lay upside down in the chair, chucking a rubber ball at the vinyl wall.

Noah's ears rang with each throw, the thunk on the wall driving him crazy.

“Can you cut it out?” Noah mumbled, glaring daggers at Folio.

He stopped, raising an accusative brow, “What’s got your panties in a twist?”

Folio knew, but didn’t want to say anything- yet Jolly spoke for him.

“He’s just pissed he hasn’t gotten a chance with Y/N yet. Admit it, Noah, you’re gonna lose.” Jolly teased.

Noah held up his middle finger, causing the swede to chuckle as he responded.

“Better make a move sooner than later. Even I think Folio’s got a better chance at winning, as annoying as that is.”

The words made Noah’s skin crawl as Folio beamed beside him, throwing the ball against the wall once again just to spite the singer.

Noah had noticed how you’ve been staring at Folio ever since the aquarium; and shit, everyone but him.

He then stood up, frustration evident on his face. As the ball bounced back toward Folio's hand, Noah reached over to intercept, pushing it across the bus.

“Hey!” Folio snapped.

No one else said anything as Noah left the bus, slamming the door.

You were sitting with Matt outside, sharing memes, when you heard the door open and an angry Noah storm out.

Sharing a look with Matt, you stood up, watching as the brunette folded his arms in frustration as he paced in front of you two.

“Noah?” You approached him warily, worry evident in your tone.

His eyes softened when they met yours, but his arms remained stiff as he huffed.

He was frustrated, and for what?

They all bet on this. They all agreed.

However, the jealousy was starting to get to him, and he didn’t know how much more he could take.

“I’m fine,” Noah said sharply, inhaling quickly.

“You’re clearly not fine,” you said, reaching out to place a gentle hand on his arm.

Staring at you intensely, he melted into your touch- face flushing at your care.

“I just need a distraction,” he said, mostly to himself. But it was true nonetheless. He wanted a distraction from you, but deep down, he also wanted you to be the distraction.

Looking at your phone, you checked the time, seeing that it was still early in the afternoon, “Want to go see a movie?”

There wasn’t much to offer in the theatre, considering it was a random weekday. You decided to let Noah choose the movie, considering you were here for him.

To which, he purposefully picked some bullshit boring movie that nobody would book a ticket to since it was one of the last days it would be showing.

Walking into the theatre, Noah pushed you up the stairs by the small of your back, the feeling of his hand lingering on your skin as you sat down in the theatre.

Nobody else was in there, and you suddenly felt jittery that it was just the two of you. Both you and Noah sat in silence as the movie began- almost as if afraid to speak to each other.

The movie was immediately boring, and you kept watching as Noah nervously rubbed the tips of his thighs, his inked fingers gliding along his sweatpants.

Eventually, the singer grew the courage to place that hand on your thigh, making you jolt slightly from the contact.

Without looking at you, his hands crept slowly up and down your leg, warmth radiating off his skin. It was teasing, and you fought to keep staring at the screen ahead.

But you froze as the next words came from his mouth.

“I know you fucked all my friends.”

Something about the way he said it made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, and he finally turned to look at you, the movie illuminating his features.

His eyes were dark as they bore into you, “You saving the best for last?”

Your mouth ran dry, unable to respond as he patted his lap, holding your hand to tug you along.

Unsure why you followed, you did, placing a leg on either side of his hips, sitting in his lap.

He scanned your face for a moment, as if relishing in the position of your body above his, and to gauge your reaction.

All you could do was swallow thickly, your heart pounding beneath your ribs as his stare never faltered.

"What do you want, Noah?" You whispered now. Even after everything else with Jolly, Ruffilo, and Folio- none of them seemed to make you as nervous as Noah did in this moment.

With a quiet hum, Noah let his hands squeeze your hips before roaming up your body, kneading against your clothes.

The brunette stopped right below your neck, waiting for you to swallow again before lightly pulling you down to his face, mouth inches from yours.

His breath was warm as he spoke.

“I bet I can make you cum three times in this theatre.”

Shivering at his words, you let him take control.

Noah's lips brushed yours, but he didn't dare give you a taste as he dipped his fingers into your waistband, sliding them past your underwear and right along your arousal.

He only chuckled at the feeling of your soaked core, knowing that you’d fold the second he put two fingers inside of you.

Noah did just that, pressing his thumb against your clit as his inked fingers sunk into your body. As he pushed them deeper, his thumb began tracing rhythmic circles along your clit, while he held you up by your neck.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” Noah praised, your mouth agape from the pleasure. Your abdomen clenched with need, quickly growing a need for release.

Within a minute, your body squeezed around his fingers while you cried as he pushed you to your first orgasm.

“Fuck, maybe I can get four in if it's that easy,” he grinned, pulling his fingers away from your core, out of your pants and toward your mouth.

He only nodded toward you, prompting you to take his fingers between your lips, licking your mess and gagging on them as you did so.

The brunette’s smile was radiant as he watched proudly, for a moment, only before pushing you onto your knees, right between his legs.

You knew what he wanted, and Noah had to stop himself from cumming right then and there at the sight of you sat between his thighs.

Pulling down his sweats eagerly, you gripped his hard length, leaning in to lick up from the base. You wasted no time in sucking along him, swirling your tongue and bobbing down his body.

“Fuck,” he whispered, pushing you down, thrusting his hips into your throat.

You coughed, pulling back up before sliding down again, using your hand to assist with what you couldn’t take.

“Touch yourself,” he said, sharing a slutty smile as he fucked your mouth, “use your fingers to cum while you suck my cock. I know you love the taste."

His confidence caused your brows to furrow as you obeyed him. You took your fingers and found the familiar spots along your desire, pleasing yourself as you knew best, to Noah’s words.

It was almost embarrassing how much saliva emanated from your mouth and onto his cock as you devoured him.

“You’re such a good girl. Jolly was right, you do give the best fucking head.”

Moaning at his words, you closed your eyes, gagging on him once again as you worked yourself to another orgasm.

Knowing that the boys talked about you to each other made your ears warm, especially now knowing that Noah would be talking to them about this.

With one final thrust of his hips, you pulled your mouth away from Noah, breath catching in your throat as you came again.

Noah smiled down at you with pride. He spread his thighs, still sitting, while stroking himself. Meeting your eyes, he made you turn around with the spin of his finger.

“I want to watch your ass bounce on my cock. So turn.”

Tugging your pants just below your add, his hands guided your hips down onto his arousal.

You relished in the feeling of how hard he was, and Noah’s groans sounded erotic as he pushed you up and down, helping you ride him.

He then held you still, using his hips to thrust from underneath momentarily.

Your third orgasm was approaching, the sound of Noah’s whimpers and curses causing you to clench around him in need.

“Fuck don’t do that, I’ll cum,” he hissed, pulling out and pushing you to rest over the railing in front of you. Noah stood behind you now, holding your hips as he thrust into you mercilessly.

"Would that be so bad?" You teased, pressing back against him to meet his cock.

He leaned forward, pressing his chest to your back while taking a hand to pull your head back gently, “Let me take you on a proper date tomorrow night, make you mine, yeah?”

Moaning his name you clenched around him and let your body convulse along his cock, letting your third orgasm wash down each of your limbs.

Noah’s breathing was erratic as he pushed you to your knees, holding your chin to his arousal as he stroked himself to his climax. Watching his eyes squeeze shut and head tilt back was erotic, causing you to clench your thighs together.

You took the tip in your mouth, swallowing his release with need, sucking until the brunette pushed you away from the sensitivity.

Getting off the ground, your chest heaved as the two of you stood in front of each other, eyes fixated in an exhausted yet needy stare.

There was no going back now- each of the boys had confessed their desires, leaving you a withering mess.

Noah reached for the back of your head, pulling you in for one more needy kiss, before grabbing your bag for you and pulling you down the stairs- leaving the movie behind.

He was completely silent on the walk back to the bus, both of you hand in hand. Your fingers tingled around his as your heart continued to race.

What was going to happen now?

Your mind raced with what-ifs, memories of each boy taking over the next.

When you two finally made it back, you heard Matt yelling from inside the bus. Before you could open the door, you stopped to listen.

“Ya’ll have a bet for her and didn’t even fill me in? Fucking pricks, I woulda had the best shot outta all of yall.”

Immediately looking over at Noah with a tight glare, he ran his fingers through his onyx strands with a nervous smile.

“A bet, Noah? Really?”

He nodded, just as the bus door opened, revealing the other boys.

They cursed under their breath as you folded your arms, shaking your head in amusement.

“So who won?” You pried, eyes lingering on each of them for a moment as their faces flushed.

“Definitely not fucking me,” Matt mumbled, annoyed. He stared at you momentarily before averting his gaze.

“I don’t think any of us did,” Ruffilo spoke slowly, looking at each of his friends.

Rocking on your toes you chewed back a smile, “Then I bet I can make you do it all over again.”

Part two

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a-hazbin-reader · 1 year ago

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it's valentines day tommorrow- what's alastor gonna do for reader?

I totally forgot about Valentine's Day-

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: Alastor being a cannibal, Alastor scaring people off

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Alastor 100% forgets that it's Valentine's Day no matter how hard everyone tries to remind him

He can remember everything else important like birthdays, anniversaries, and other key events in your lives

But somehow, he manages to always forget Valentine's Day

He is so fucking smart but somehow so dumb at the same time, Rosie is the one who saves his ass every year

She literally plans it now, inviting him over the day before Valentine's Day

"So Alastor~ How are you going to spend Valentine's Day with Y/N tomorrow~?"

"How kind of you to ask-What was that now?"

"You forgot again. Didn't you."

Long awkward sip of tea

"You hopeless man, here's what you need to do..."

If it were anyone else then Alastor would be fucked but luckily he's tHe RaDiO dEmOn so he's able to scramble together something impressive

You'll never know he forgot

You wake up to your favorite flowers in your bed and all over the hotel, Niffty having a breakdown because she can't clean them up

Not Alastor standing in the kitchen with an apron on, cooking breakfast for the two of you

Kiss the cook? Don't mind if I do~

He won't accept any gifts from you until he's finished giving you the Valentine's Day you deserve

Mostly out of guilt over forgetting tho

After the most delicious breakfast you've had in awhile, he invites you out for a walk

He's shamelessly checking you out the entire morning, visibly approving of your outfit for the day

He takes you to one of the most beautiful and lush places in the pride ring that he can find, adoring the amazed look on your face

You almost feel like the two of you are a normal couple enjoying the day together, not two sinners in hell who are walking through faux earth scenery

If there's anybody else around then he scares them away so that you two can be alone and unbothered

Keeps an arm wrapped around you the entire walk, resting his head on yours because if he looks at you then he'll lose his mind

You just look so fucking cute rn

While it might just seem like a romantic walk, it's all a ruse to get you to a planetarium

Again, there's nobody there because Alastor wants privacy with his S/O

Because there's nobody there, Alastor took the liberty of decorating it in romantic lighting and getting more comfortable seating for the two of you

Seating might be the wrong word

The two of you end up snuggled together in a hammock, gazing up at stars that used to be familiar to you both

If you can name the stars and constellations then Alastor will happily listen while pulling you to his chest

Maybe you two feed each other snacks

"No, I'm not feeding you a finger, I love you, but I'm not touching that."

"You love me? How embarrassing that must be for you~"

"Still not feeding you that."

"Maybe I should eat you instead~"

KEEP IT PG YOU TWO

If you fall asleep then maybe he'll smooch your face a little bit until you wake back up

Maybe you're only pretending to be asleep

But the gifts don't stop there!

When you two leave, he takes you to the radio tower for a romantic dinner, and that shit is CANDLELIT

🕯 🍝 🕯

It is legitimately a lady and the tramp style dinner date with him doting on you the entire time

He's been a suave gentleman the entire day so far, doing everything he can to make you blush and swoon

But when you finally get the chance to give him your Valentine's Day gift, no matter what it is, he's genuinely flustered

Stares at it while blushing in silence for what feels like the longest time

"You got me this..? For me?"

"Who else would it be for?"

Not his tail wagging

Once he composes himself then he invites you to slow dance with him, holding you inappropriately close to him

Good thing you two are alone

Alastor is a fantastic dancer and a handsome man so that alone is enough to make you flustered

But slow dancing with him while he stares at you with that rare soft expression, with love in his eyes???

You're just a blushing puddle in his arms which is totally what he's going for, cooing at you sweetly

And he only makes it worse once he starts whispering sweet nothings in your ear throughout the entire dance, confessing everything he loves about you

Alastor legitimately has his breath taken away when he looks at your face afterward

You look so grateful for all that he's done for you today, but he still feels guilty for forgetting in the first place

When he thinks of your gift then he only feels worse, cupping your cheek gently

"Y/N...I have something to confess to you..."

"This is all last minute because you forgot about Valentine's Day?"

*shocked Pikachu face*

"...how did you know? Did Rosie tell you?"

"Alastor...darling...baby..."

Not your hand pulling on his cheek before giving it a few condescending pats

"You forget every year~"

Oh yeah

"But you always make it the perfect day~"

Brags about what you said to him the next day with Rosie, not at all noticing how done she looks with him

Hnnnng!! I love this man

#hazbin hotel x reader #alastor hazbin hotel x reader #alastor hazbin x reader #alastor x reader #hazbin x reader

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lets-get-kraken-boys · 10 months ago

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Gojo and Geto with bad bitch Chubby Reader

Guys, I tried to avoid being a Gojo stan...I tried so hard to hate him...but the pull was too strong. He got my ass. He's too silly. He's too cute the little shit. He's too perfect. Geto's great too before he lost his shit and went psycho the two are just too great to pass up.

2024 WILL BE THE YEAR THAT I GET YOU BITCHES TO PREACH STRONG, CONFIDENT, INDEPENDENT but not too independent bc these men are still yummy af CHUBBY READER! No longer will I be insecure about my weight because these men LOVE to see me coming AND going, I can tell you that.

WARNING: Fatphobia (happens when first meeting Gojo & Geto—they’re teens trying to bully Reader, but she handles herself because they’re idiots), A little angst with the small amount of bullying but I hope I made up for it, Cursing

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Imagine you, Gojo, Geto, and Shoko being classmates and friends during their schooling at Jujutsu High. All of you are powerful threats not to be taken lightly. The boys were undoubtedly freaks of nature with how strong they were—though, you had doubled over laughing alongside Shoko a couple of times when you heard them deem themselves "the strongest duo", as if they were some cool loner wolf types. Shoko was a master in the medicinal field; she made any injury look like a breeze to clean. She'd stitch them up no problem with her cursed energy and send them merrily on their way with a swift kick to their backside.

You definitely have more proficiency with cursed energy usage for combat more so than healing, but you could manage healing yourself just fine. You’d been born into a clan, not as highly revered as the Zenin or Gojo clans but still notable, so you’ve been taught from an early age how to wield cursed energy. Sacrificing yourself for the greater good of the world has been drilled into your head since birth, and you agreed with it. The world’s innocence needs to be protected from the cursed dangers life creates. Sure, there are bad people in the world, but the good people make life worth living. At least, that’s what you choose to believe.

While you’re just a normal—aside from the slight infinite power and jaw-dropping strength—girl, you are different in one more physical way. You’re chubbier than most, and not by a small bit.

Are you insecure about it?

Hell fucking no!

You’re a bad bitch. Fantastic face, banging body, stunning smile, bright eyes, a kind but strong heart, and even a cute butt to top it off. You knew this world inside out with how cruel it could be to plus sized folk, and while you took the beating for far too long without fighting back, you took a couple of steps back a few years ago to look at the situation. Why let people push you around like you didn’t matter? Why let them speak to you like you’re lesser than them simply because you weigh more? You were done being talked to like you were filth underneath their boots.

Since that new perspective, you’ve chosen the road of self love and hands rated E for everyone. You’re kind and sweet to those who reciprocate the respect. To those who try you, you beat their asses with a smile. “Education on Human Decency” is what you’ve begun to call the smackdowns since many want to try casting judgment in snide remarks or sneering looks. They can try these hands instead :)

That’s where Jujutsu High and the headaches you know as Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru fit into this philosophy of yours.

You were homeschooled by your clan in the first year of your sorcery high school. Though, after much begging for a change of scenery and yearning for social interactions other than your family and neighbors, they allowed you to go to a high school centered on jujutsu sorcery the next school year.

When you started Jujutsu High in your second year, that is where you met Shoko, Gojo, and Geto, your classmates. The first thought to cross your mind was how small this crowd was. Sure, it wasn’t like the classes you’ve had before had many students in them either; the world of curses and cursed energy wasn’t exactly a booming population to start with, especially when every year is the same class roster composed of the few brothers and sisters you had. Considering that, three new faces was much better than before! You introduced yourself with a joyful tone and an eager handshake.

You started with Shoko since she was the only other girl. You’re glad you did. Shoko, who you originally thought would be tricky to get along with since she gave off “rebel” vibes with that unlit cigarette dangling from her lips and you were nothing of the sort, held a grin and took your handshake with grace. She told you she liked your spunk, that it was nice to be around another girl rather than more stinking boys. You agreed with her with a relieved sigh. You two shared a laugh and chatted some more, each of you discussing your thoughts of the school and figuring out your mutual interests.

Soon enough, you were interrupted by someone giving a very noticeable and forced cough behind you. You turned and were met with two boys, one with jet black hair and a sly grin and the other one with silvery moonlight colored strands sharing the same expression hidden behind circular sunglasses. The white haired boy was leaning heavily on the black haired boy with one arm propped on his shoulder as the black-haired boy crossed his arms in front of himself. Seems like the two are close. No matter.

You stuck your hand out, another smile—admittedly, this one was a little more forced than the one you shared with Shoko—and gave your name. Suguru was the first to bite. He grabbed your hand with a smooth, warm grip, and exchanged his name. His shake felt sincere, though the cunning smirk still laid on his lips.

You tried to shake the other boy’s hand after letting Suguru go, but he decided otherwise. He swiftly with no mercy said he wasn’t going to shake hands with the likes of “you”. You raised an eyebrow, already sensing the insult he would try to hurl at you. One thing bullies are is predictable. None of them have any creative bone in their body, they’re like leeches, in a way. Mooching off other clever remarks they’ve heard used before through the Internet or their idiot friends. Though, they alway reproduce it much shitter than the first time they heard it.

He leaned in with a smile and yapped about how if he touches you, some of your fat might rub off on him. Gojo tries to drag Geto into bullying you too by shamelessly asking if Geto is worried that will happen to him now that he’s so brazenly touched you. As much as you wanted Suguru to be his own person, to be better than the loser clinging to him like a koala, he chimed in that while Gojo’s afraid of that, that that could never happen to him. He sneered while looking down at you that he actually has the discipline to keep the weight off. The two of them share an evil snicker together.

Oh, so that’s how they wanna play it.

Okay. You don’t mind showing a bitch their place.

As Shoko pipes up and tells them to shut the hell up, you stop her. You give her a kind smile that says “I love you, but please back the fuck up as I rock these bitches world”. Her eyebrows jump up in surprise, but she gives you a nod. She quiets down.

You choose to laugh with them. They slowly shut their mouths, finding laughing at you not that funny when you don’t crumple under their taunts like they’d expected. You then explain to them that what you find so funny is that punks like them are so easy to read and, subsequently, ruin. You told them they need to find better insults to steal if they wanna cackle like they’re some kind of drunk hyenas and, unless they get more creative, they’re not worth the air they take from others. You turned to walk away, but since you just couldn’t help yourself, you gave the both of them a swift kick to the chest. Unprepared for the action, they both were sent careening back, but remained standing. You also snarkily nagged that being “undisciplined in weight loss” gave you the extra weight to knock their scrawny asses back that far.

Shoko gave you a hearty high five while laughing at them getting what they deserve. Gojo, though baffled at your defiance, is ready to start throwing punches, as he spews half-assed insults left and right. Geto manages to keep his thoughts to himself, but you do note his expression has definitely become sour. This little scrap is swiftly interrupted by your new teacher, Masamichi Yaga, when he enters and orders the class to settle down. He also snuffs Gojo’s babbling tantrum with a merciless smack to his forehead.

You give a small grin stuck your tongue out at the two when Mr. Masamichi turned his back. From then on, it was war.

You, Geto, and Gojo fought constantly in the beginning

When they (mostly Gojo now) tried to stir shit with you, you’d fling their rudeness right back at them

Whether they tried to pick on your weight, or cheery personality, or strength (which they couldn’t make too much fun off since you were only a little less strong than they were, but so was everyone else compared to their insane powers), you were always ready to kick their asses

You didn’t resent them for their teasing, mostly since you had a good head on your shoulders and you know that Gojo’s only deflecting all the shit he hates about himself onto other people, but they sure got on your nerves sometimes

So, you decided soon into your acquaintance with these dopes that instead of simply beating their asses every time they said some wack shit and never correcting the behavior, you’re going put an end to their bullying of based on others appearances

Because, who knows. You have enough self love and confidence to defend yourself against their rude remarks, but not everyone does. What happens if they target other plus sized people who maybe can’t or won’t defend themselves?

So, when they’d try to make fun of you, you’d correct them with sincerity and help them understand why that would hurt to someone

Geto pretty much never made a passing comment like that again towards you. You’re happy to see that change in him

Gojo huffed and puffed after what he called “your lecture”, but you also saw change in him

After that, it was slow progress to all be friends

Shoko and you were doing great! Hanging out outside of school, dragging her along with you to do some window shopping, eating a sit down lunch together, going to the nearest bookstore, grabbing a yummy sweet treat, stargazing—you did it all together!

She always made a fuss that she had “no interest” in what you would force her to do, but you could secretly tell she liked doing girly stuff together. As long as she could have a smoke break in between these hang outs, she was all good

The first time you, Geto, and Gojo made a recovery in your rocky relationship was when they asked if they could come along with the two of you to get a treat together

You were a bit hesitant to share the thing that brings you joy with the two people who tried to make you the butt of the joke, but you threw them bone and agreed

You four walked down the sidewalk, mostly you chit chatting with Shoko, when Gojo butted his way into the conversation at your mention of Kikufuku.

You and him bonded over your mutual love of the delicate, bouncy sweet treat and you watched as his eyes sparkled like a little kid when you said the place you were going to had an excellent Kikufuku

You know, when Gojo isn’t being a menace, he’s actually nice to share a conversation with

Geto teased Gojo for his astounding sweet tooth, and explained to you an embarrassing story of Gojo losing his mind one time when a dog stole one of his dorayaki treats and ran off

You laughed as Gojo tried to hit Geto as payback for sharing the “secret” but Geto fended off his flailing

Maybe I'll come back to this idea one day when I'm not hung up on the bullying. If you guys like this idea, I might continue it with less bullying. I am a baby when it comes to angst lol. I really do love these boys, I just don't think my heart is ready for the subject matter I wrote.

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