#you know he really sees her pretty blue eyes and any common sense he has goes *blip*

[jonathanbyersphd]

umm… spidey au 👉👈 *shakes metal cup*

I posted Chapter 3 on thursday at like 11pm .

I was going to start of ch 4 today (I still might) but I got distracted writing Will playing a disgruntled round of golf for ch2 of The Alcott.

As a treat, here's an outline note from ch 4: Jonathan responds to call for a fire at Harrington Labs at The Rockefeller University (nearly fucking dies trying to make sure everyone is out)

Our Boy is about to get into the real heart of superhero shenanigans I fear. We're also closeish to Nancy running into Spiderman which I imagine is going to go like this:

Nancy: Spider-Man! Spiderman: Nancy Nancy: How do you know who I am? Jonathan *internally* : FUCK

[dilf-docs]

The Rock N' Roll Got Harder and Softer

eddie brock x younger fem!reader

summary: common sense isn't really your strongest suit. so here you are, riding a stranger's bike on halloween night. hey, he saved you! with one hell of a costume, no doubt. because it has to be one, right?

warnings: 18+ (minors dni), age gap (do we see the blog name? get used to it), smut, flirty reader! she's got no shame just game ++ also overshares (sorry if this trait is mischaracterizing you, everything will be okay❤️) praise kink, oral f. receiving (have u seen that tongue? ik its abt eddie but venom's tongue plays a part there... he defo going in my hear me out cake), does this count as sub!eddie idk?? the man is touch starved, p. in v. (use protection okay!! don't be like these dumb horny bitches), reader gets harrassed but the lethal protector saves the day!!

word count: 5,008 words

side note: i was re watching venom 1 and watching venom 2 since my friends want to see the third, so i got the tom hardy and his plump princess lips have to be mine virus!! like i wish i was kidding but after watching the movies and the top 100 dilf poll on twitter i felt in the need to use my hands (iykyk) ++ after finding out i have a pattern for lonely fucked up dilfs (first with old man logan now eddie). also, irdgaf halloween just passed; let's pretend ur calendar got stuck on the 31st as u read this. also, this can happen after venom (2018) but the time isn't really important!

This is stupid.

It's a cold october night, the wind blowing in your face, and you're navigating this part of the neighborhood you don't know in nothing but a skimpy red bathing suit, like it's a hot summer day.

Dressing up as Pamela Anderson in Baywatch sounded much better a couple months ago; not now, when all the people passing by ogle your body up and down, whether it be with lust or judgment.

Your night has gone to shit: you feel cold, hungry, tipsy and vulnerable. One thing is wanting to be objectified by the possible candidates you would take home from the party, and other is being eyed by strangers who look at your body like hungry wolves.

You finally spot a mini-market amid the packed street, blue hues of light providing some sense of relief.

After getting something to drink and eat, you'll probably feel better and have the energy to walk home; there's no way you and your very small costume are getting inside an uber at ten o'clock tonight.

The bell chimes in as you enter the store, but the lady behind the counter doesn't even glance your way, focused on the TV behind her.

"Hi" she waves her hand absentmindedly, "Do you have any water?"

She mutters something that sounds like an annoyed of course we do, and points to the freezer in the back, still without looking.

"Alright, thanks" you say, walking to the freezer section and grabbing a bottle you chug until it's almost empty. You're still hungry, but at least your throat doesn't feel like you've eaten sand anymore.

With the bottle in your hand, you take the time to scour around the store, looking for something to eat. You finally decide on some chocolates; heck, it's halloween. Going home and stuffing your face with a bunch of candy for what's left of the night does sound nice.

You finally spot the chocolates on a display, moving towards it. As you're about to grab a bunch and go, another hand interrupts you.

"Oh!" you exclaim out loud, stepping back.

Maybe you're haven't gone trick or treating in years, but you will treat yourself tonight. And not with the chocolates. There's a God out there, definitely, who has blessed you not only with great curves but also with the chance of showing them off in the precise moment.

"Sorry!" your voice chirps a bit too excited for your liking. Control yourself. You clear your throat, suspecting the burn in your cheeks gives you away.

You're supposed to be confident! Flirty and charming! You're young and pretty! But how can you not be nervous when the stranger looks like that?

The eye candy who sports tattoos and a bad boy aroma that makes you drool; the jacket and beat up look just adds the perfect layer to the whole vibe. You're known to have a preference for men who look like he does. Something about the dangerous makes your heart race and skin prickle. Then your eyes travel to the motorcycle helmet in his right hand. Yummy.

The heat in your cheeks returns.

You don't even know his name, yet you've oggled him up and down without shame. It's probably all the pent up energy you had saved for the party. You figure it has to be invested somewhere else. Maybe with him.

Him, who's way older than the other guys you've been with. But that just just makes it even better.

"It's okay" he speaks up, and his voice is not only what you imagined it to be. The rich grave undertone is making your panties wet just with the sound. "You go first"

He points to the stand full of said treats. You motion forward, not without putting some extra sway and effort in your walk. By the reflection of the mirror in the corner, you know you've at least got his attention.

"Done" you say, leaving some space for him to pass. "Would the gentleman give me the honor of knowing his name?"

"I'm Eddie" he extends his hand, "Eddie Brock".

You shouldn't be this excited to shake a hand but when his large palm engulfs yours, you find it hard to let go.

With the closeness, you take another look at his face, getting lost in his warm eyes and the eyebags that adorn them. It's unfair how good they suit him; unlike you after a wild night out.

"Nice to meet you. Very nice, indeed" you purr.

You also make sure to bat your eyelashes in a way your friends tease you but has proven to be effective every time.

It seems to have done its magic, because he also takes a look at you.

But it's different.

You can sense something else is happening when his eyebrows furrow first, then face contorting into a disgusted expression as Venom says: I want to eat her, Eddie. I bet she tastes as sweet as she sounds! It's too tempting!

"Shut up" he mumbles (but loud enough for you to hear), then mutters something like We're just supossed to eat the bad guys! but you're confused and hurt, so you don't really pay attention; your ego really taking a blow tonight.

"I beg your pardon?"

Eddie curses under his breath, "that wasn't for you".

"Right" you chuckle dryly, looking around at the empty store. "Don't see who else that could be for"

"I'm sorry, it's hard to explain" he rushes the apology, looking rather embarrassed. "Now, if you excuse me".

And walks past you like it's nothing. Maybe that weird spark you felt was just on you; the interest isn't mutual.

"Hi Mrs. Chen" you hear him salute the lady behind the counter. Sighing, you grab your chocolates and head to cash out, adding another deception to your already bad night.

The bell chimes again when you make your way to the line, behind Eddie, but this time, you don't bother to look.

"Well, hello" the voice behind you says. It takes you a few seconds to realize they're talking to you.

"Hi" you mutter a bit annoyed, looking at the front. The silence is dense, the beep of each of Eddie's (million) of chocolates being the only silence filling the store.

"Won't even spare a glance, doll?" they continue, despite your clear apathy. "C'mon, lemme see if that face is as pretty as your ass"

Blood rushes to your face, and you're so embarrassed your body stiffs, fully aware the other two people in the store have noticed. You hug your body, because there isn't really anything you can cover yourself with right now, not daring to look back.

Well, fuck me.

If you thought leaving the party was going to solve your problems, it's only proven to cause more.

Eddie finishes, leading to your turn. You give a strained smile to Mrs. Chen, and she just gives you a look of pity.

"Hey, I'm talking to you!" they start to get irritated, and you just pray they don't follow you outside once you're done. "Are you deaf, Pamela?" he mocks, making your blood boil and skin sweat.

Mrs. Chen is done, but the stranger isn't taking your silence as an answer. Before you can leave, they grab your hand.

"Already leaving? You haven't even given me your name yet"

It's such a silly thought to have right now, but you realize you hadn't given Eddie your name either.

"I don't know if you've noticed, but she's clearly not interested, buddy" a voice speaks out, and you know it. It's probably the panic but you hadn't realize Eddie's still here. You hold his gaze for a few seconds, and even thought you hate having to depend on a man to be left alone, you need his help; so you plead, boring into his warm chocolate eyes.

"In case you haven't noticed, this is a two people conversation" the stranger snarls.

"Looks more like a one sided conversation to me" he bites back, making the stranger mad. That's the last thing you need. You just want to go home and curl under your warm and soft blankets; you've even lost your appetite.

"It's none of your business. Are you not understanding?"

"Oh, but that's the problem. You're the one that isn't understanding" what appears to be black surrounds his before bare neck, and you feel like you haven't completely sobered up, your mind playing games with you. The black engulfs his whole body, making him taller and more intimidating.

"It is" he threats on a distorted voice. Now, where Eddie's face used to be, another one replaces him: with white instead of two eyes and a big mouth with teeth and a really long tongue.

You hadn't even drink that much. No way this is real.

The stranger gulps, petrified. Oh, so they see it too; it's not you.

"Sorry, idiot. The lifeguard shift is over" and before the stranger replies, his head dissapear inside the mouth, chopping it off.

"Fuck!" you curse out loud, the body falling limp at your side.

A shiver runs through your back. This is a nightmare.

"Well, now that makes us two who know your secret now" Mrs. Chen adds in a rather monotone voice, and you wonder if people have gone insane―you included.

You can't even speak. Less when the black starts dissappearing, and it's Eddie's face and body again.

"Hey, sorry about that" you don't know who Eddie is talking to when saying that. "You okay?"

Okay? Sure, that you are. Fine? Not really.

"It's alright if you're scared" he reaches out to you but you flinch. He looks used to it, apparently, "I know this is weird".

You chuckle, bemused. "Weird? Not even in my wildest acid trip, I could've imagine that"

"It's easy to explain, but hard to understand" he begins, but trails off. "Would you, uh, let me?"

Well, he had saved you. If he wanted to eat you and have you go the same fate your harasser did, he would've done it by now.

Besides, common sense isn't really your strongest suit. Never was. You've had so many problems stem from it, including tonight's events, that you could probably write a column or do a podcast of it.

"Sure" you agree, "as long as you don't eat me".

You regret the (attempt at a) joke as soon as it leaves your mouth, but that is gone when you hear him laugh. A little pride fills your chest, especially at the velvet-like sound.

"I won't" he raises his palms in a playful manner, "but he wants to".

Not anymore, you don't eat the people you save!

"He?" you quirk an eyebrow, "you better rush that explanation, yeah?"

"Sure" he chuckles, "uh?"

"Y/n" you answer, and the honeyed tone is back. God, you need to get a grip. This guy could snap you in, "but just for tonight, Casey Jean Parker. So you better put some good use to it before she leaves, cowboy"

"Will take it into account, blonde" he laughs at your hair.

You hate it because it reminds you of Anne, pussy.

"Hey, it's a good wig!" you playfully slap his shoulder. "You wish you had hair like this".

You flip it, to which he just laughs. Then he bids goodbye to Mrs. Chen and you both head outside, where the wind hits your body cruelly.

A curse leaves your mouth, "Shit"

Eddie notices. Before you can react, he's putting his jacket over your shoulders.

"You got the seasons messed up, baby" he jokes, the pet name rolling off his tongue a bit too easily, "don't even think about taking it off; don't want you to catch a cold".

There's a beat of silence before he asks:

"So, about the costume..."

"I know" you properly put his jacket on. It smells like him: pine, gasoline, sweat and a bit of chocolate. "It sounded better when I came up with it in August"

"No!" he corrects hastily, then coughs "I like it".

Light pink creeps up his cheeks.

"Good to know I still got the charm" you joke, winking.

"Was this" he points with his ringed fingers up and down, "for a contest?"

"No, a party. Jesus, how old do you think I am?" you chastise in a mocking tone. "It's what pretty college girls do, Eddie: party".

Venom likes parties! I like her, Eddie!

"And if that's what you do, pretty girl" two can play the game it seems, "what exactly are you doing out of the water, Ms. Parker?"

You scoff, shocked. "You're supposed to give me your answer first".

Fortunately for Brock, you have a bad habit to overshare; it gets worse, especially with men. God knows you don't know such thing as boundaries.

You lay against the concrete wall, exhaling. Your worries condense in front of you as Eddie waits attentively, examining the way your face falls.

"I was supposed to go to a party today, hence the costume" you motion to your body, "but things went wrong".

"So you went?"

"And left" you add, "which wasn't part of the plan".

He lays next to you, crossing his arms. You try not to get distracted with the closeness.

"Why did you?"

"Leave? Because... well, things happened".

Your skin prickles uncomfortably, like it did back at the house you ran away from―the whole reason you're here, next to Eddie.

"That thing being...?" Brock presses, then realizing you probably don't want to tell, so he shuts up.

"Don't worry" it's like you guess his thoughts, "It's just... sort of embarrassing".

You breathe in some air.

"He wasn't supossed to be there. My ex" you clarify, "yet he went. And guess what? With his new girlfriend! And alright, I'm not a girl who holds grudges, but it hasn't even been two months since we broke up and now he's matching costumes with her?"

Saying it out loud sounds a tad bit childish, but Eddie doesn't seem to be judging, and your pride continues to be bruised, so you carry on with your little rant.

"So I drank a little too much and went up to them. I don't know what took over me, but one second I was dancing and then Pamela Anderson in Baywatch was grabbing Pamela Anderson as Tommy Lee's wife by her hair. Real blonde hair, on top of that... that bitch. I decided to be Pamela Anderson first! Which, by the way, would never do that. She truly is a girl's girl" pause, "by that I mean parading around with the guy I ended things with because of you"

We should eat them.

Instead of what Venom said, Eddie asks:

"Your boyfriend cheated on you?"

"Yeah" embarrassment washes over you, "The owner of the house is friend's with her. So, I decided it was for the best to leave. My not so bright idea that followed was to walk to the nearest store for some junk and head home. And now I ended on this side of town I don't know. Lucky me"

Lucky us that found you.

"Wow" Eddie manages to muster after all your information dump and Venom's little comment, "they're idiots. I'm sorry".

"Thanks, but my night is still ruined" you take a look at your legs, "now I have to walk home, and I suspect, bare―without your jacket".

He doesn't know what takes over him when he says, or maybe it's Venom giving him the boost of courage he needs.

"Need'a ride?" your face morphs into surprise. He adds, "Keep my jacket. That way you can give it back when we're there"

Your eyes trail to the bike parked on the side, which you guess belongs to him. This is hard because the decision is so easy.

Hey, sometimes you gotta do it for the plot!

"We both win" is his way of insisting. "No more stares, and my jacket gets express delivered to me".

You don't need that much insisting, almost instantly caving in, walking over the bike and hoping behind him―like you know he'd never hurt you; full on trusting him.

"I don't have a spare one. Use mine" he apologizes, handing you the helmet he carried before.

"Thanks" you accept, "at this point I'll have to pay you. Do you accept my chocolates? It's all I got with me"

"We'll discuss those arrangements later" his deep voice comments, and well, you might just give him anything he wants!

Before you can regret your life choices, the engine roars, Eddie making his way through the street, all your surroundings reduced to a blur.

"Woah!" you shout, but it gets lost in the wind and speed. Luckily for you, the wig is secured inside the helmet. At this speed, there would be a blonde mop on the street somewhere.

"Liking it?" he asks over the noise. You only can happily humm in response.

Honestly, you've never felt this... free before. It's liberating: your hair dancing in the wind, the crisp trepidation in your fingers, the way you dare yourself to let loose and let the experience consume you. It's the first time you truly feel alive.

All you can think now is on the adrenaline coursing through your system. That and the way you're holding onto Eddie's thick back, your arms caging his form. You can feel his heartbeat too, as steady as yours. You can't help but wonder if it's because of the ride or the passenger he's carrying in the back.

You keep giving him directions whenever he looks back, keeping it like that until you both arrive at your apartment complex.

Once the bike is parked, he whistles. "Nice. Much better than mine"

You give his helmet back, taking the wig off in the process too.

"I'll have to see it to believe it" you tease, and if he heard, Eddie pretends not to.

There's some silence until you understand it's over: the original "stuffing and watching horror movies until I sleep" isn't sounding as good as extending your time with Eddie. For some reason, you can't seem to let go yet, and accept that tonight was a rare occasion that will only be once.

"Well, I guess this is it" you hate the way the obvious disappointment drips in your tone, "thank you, Eddie. Goodnight"

You hop off and take the jacket out of your body. If your skin gets goosebumps, you'll blame the cold.

Guess Pamela Anderson didn't work her magic tonight.

"Wait!"

Or maybe she did.

"Yes?" you turn around, smiling a bit too much.

Eddie doesn't look at you when he says, "we didn't discuss the payment"

Your red lips purse into a smile.

"We can discuss the details inside" and point out your apartment on the third floor, "for the cold, obviously. It's warm up there, you know; I've been told they like my heat"

You finally recognize the feeling from before, at the store. It's mutual. The tension; it still lingers.

"Sure" he says sounding all but that, "show me the way".

Your voice drops as you say, "Follow me, then"

And you lead the way: wet spot in between your legs, growing as your excitement. As you open the door, Eddie can't help but think the inside is so you: sweet and girly―like a strawberry bubblegum.

"Like what you see?" you joke, sitting in the couch. It has double meaning, obviously, but Eddie is so oblivious he just answers:

"It's so... you" mentally slapping himself when he says it, "I mean... you know, pink"

Idiot! She's talking about herself.

You giggle, "And?"

Patting the empty spot next to you, Brock walks over, like in a trance. You can see him gulp―nervous, the adam's apple on his throat bobbing.

Coward! Say something.

"Pretty..." he breathes out.

His hand finds its way to your bare thigh, and the touch is so electric, it takes you a lot not to jump at the contact.

Now kiss her!

"Don't be scared, Eddie" your voice is so low he swears he's dreaming. "I don't bite" there's a pause before you add, "unless you want me to".

Do it!

He would be lying if he said Venom is the reason why he leans forward, wrapping his lips around yours. Why he suddenly feels hungry, starving, eating your mouth out like he hasn't had a meal in days is beyond him.

"That's right" you moan between kisses, "cash your pay out, cowboy".

His hands tug on your hair as he deepens the kiss, a few groans echoing around the apartment.

"I like it" he twirls a strand in between your fingers, "suits you better".

There's a hearty laug emitting from your chest, "you do? Show me then"

It's like something snapped inside of him.

His hand moves to hug you from behind, right at the bare spot the swim suit had.

"You smell so sweet" Eddie's inhaling the vainilla scent off your soft skin, and Venom growls in pleasure, "like a pastry".

You have to laugh again, because this man is clearly touched starved.

Now he's rubbing his nose along the length of your neck, leaving some wet kisses that have you swearing his tongue isn't human. He mumbles incoherences like he's drunk, begging he wants to shove his mouth where it belongs: that being between your legs, to taste what he’s been craving for so long.

"Well, if you want it so bad" you make a play at his earlier words, "eat it".

So with trembling hands, he's pushing the little piece of bathing suit until your clit is exposed. His other hand grips your hip, and it doesn't take that long for him to fall onto his knees, the pink fluffly carpet on the floor providing some ground.

He beggins to toy with it, leaving you to collect a gasp. Alright! He has experience. Not that you ever doubted it, but now that he's here, his fingers inside of you, you can't help but feel the luckiest girl in the world.

"Thought the sweet you wanted was some chocolates" you manage to joke between moans, his thick fingers too busy lubing the needy area.

He gets another moan out of you, "this is better" grabbing a finger out, he licks a bit of your essence left on his fingers, "tastes much better. Look at you, so wet already; good girl"

Now he's doing tight little circles, his thick fingers speeding up the pace―quicker and quicker, until you're writhing in his grip. Your red nail dig into his forearm leaving little crescents. The haze may be too much that you don't know if the way they instantly heal is something you imagined or not.

"P-please, Eddie" you mewl.

Let me try, Eddie.

Without explaining, his tongue begins licking your inner thighs where your liquids dripped. It sends a shiver down your spine, and God, how thankful you are about leaving the party. The consequences of your petty fight and disastrous little adventure didn't end up being so bad.

"Sweet" he exclaims in that distorted voice back from the store. Your eyes go wide, so he rushes an "I'll explain later".

He doesn't give you much time to dwell on it before his tongue finds its way to your core again: the muscle licking the wet folds of your sensitive clit before diving fully. You swear his tongue has gotten longer with the way he explores your warm insides, quickly finding the spot no one but yourself has correctly pleased before.

Soft sobs fall from your lips. "Yes, More! P-please!"

His tongue continues its ministrations, almost lazily against it. Your body tenses up, reacting to him so well, and the familiar warmth pools in your abdomen.

He keeps licking until you’re twitching in over-sensitivity. A groan escapes his drooling lips, "I'm still a gentleman, you know?" the vibration his voice makes in between your legs sends a delicious wave that does nothing but ignite the fire pooling in the low of your stomach. "Ladies first"

You deliciously cum on his awaiting tongue. Even in your haze, you find his eyes, and the previous warm brown looks closer to hungry now, his pupils blown wide.

"Go ahead" you encourage, "be a good boy for me and taste it".

His fingers lick your remains off of them, his tongue making an obscene display.

"Will you let me pay you, now?"

He doesn't even need to wait, his hand eagerly taking his cock out of his pants―taking the sweat pants out in record time, sliding his girth between your legs, rubbing it against your folds that give him a warm welcome, coating it in your wetness.

Eddie slides inside you with ease, his hands resting on your waist as he slams his entire length inside you. The couch creaks, the only other sound in the apartment your hiss, because of the initial stretch. He gives you time to adjust and then he starts moving. 

"Y/n, God. You pretty sweet thing" his hot breathe mumbles against your ear.

Never in your life you would've thought you'd gone home with a complete stranger, but by the way Eddie Brock is deep inside you right now, you may do it more often. Or even better, bring him back. Maybe meet his apartment next time.

Eddie thinks he's gone insane. He's never had sex like this before. Not even on his wildest dreams. Hell, doesn't know if it's the lack of activity before you, your filthy mouth dripping with moans or the way you perfectly wrap around him, or maybe his newfound stamina he could finally put to use, thanks to Venom. Maybe it's all that, but who cares? God, he's loving every second of it.

Eddie uses his hands to grab your ass, holding onto the soft flesh so firm, you'll have bruises tomorrow for sure. He starts pumping you fast and deep like an animal. You muffle your screams against the crook of his neck, fully aware that doesn't stop the paper thin walls from telling your neighbours the good time you're having.

You feel your moves start to get unsteady, your orgasm closer and closer. "I'm c-close" you blurt out and he growls instead of talking. The way your body jolts with each of his poundings is insane. Your friend will never let this go if you tell them. But it just feels so fucking good.

"Fuck!"

Your whole body shakes when the wave of pleasure heats you. His hand is suprinsingly soft, caressing your cheek as you rest your forehead against his to catch your breathe.

"That's the best sex I've ever had" he confesses, his voice sounding drunk. Every drop of alcohol in your system has completely vanished by now, but you feel dizzy too, the overstimulation driving your senses to it's limits.

But it doesn't make you stop.

"How can you rate something that hasn't finished?" you move your body so Eddie stays against the coach. When he realizes what you're trying to do, he half-supresses a moan. "If you want to give your opinion, you better finish the whole plate".

So now you're on top of him, riding his cock like nothing; you must also have a symbiote inside of you, because Eddie can't explain your infinite stamina. So young, so pretty and so goddamn tight; he really won tonight, huh?

The change of position makes his cock slightly change the angle, hitting your g-spot. "Oh my god, right here!" you gasp. Your pussy clenches while you keep bouncing on his dick. If it weren't for the bathing suit, your tits would be bouncing. That doesn't mean he doesn't imagine them, your nipples perking through the fabric making it all too easy.

"You're so perfect" he whispers against your shoulder, "you sweet little thing".

If he keeps calling you like that, you might ask him to stay the night.

You feel like it, so, as a reward, you press your lips against his and he moans at your cunt clenching. He knows you are close again.

"Cum for me, y/n" he demands in his deep voice. Your name in his lips is such an addictive sound, you're sure you've reached heaven.

"Cum with me, Eddie" you manage to say.

So now he sits a little straighter on your poor couch (that's seen and taken only so much) so he can wrap his other arm around your waist. You take him deeper every time, even if now the position makes it a bit uncomfortable, but every shiver of pleasure you get is worth it.

"At least look at me when you do it" his brown orbs bore into yours. You can't hold back any longer, your hips rolling to increase the friction.

Your second orgasm washes over you: toes curling and body shaking. You've never felt more tired and energetic in your life. So you fall in Eddie's strong tattoed arms. He joins you, painting your tight walls with his thick and white shots of cum.

You are both out of breathe but Eddie takes his time and kisses you deeply.

"I think this life guard is out of duty for now" you mumble sleepily against his arms, tracing lazily his tattoos. He chuckles, moving one of his hands to brush strands of your damp hair from your forehead.

"What about the chocolates?" he jokes.

"Fuck them" you yawn, "stay here". He might've heard it wrong.

Stupid Eddie and stupid little human brain. She wants us here!

After some minutes of silence your sleepy voice mumbles, "You didn't explain me anything, cheater. If you want to stay, talk".

He feels you rest your head on his shoulder, sleep taking control of your form. You look so cute, he starts to forget how shitty his life actually is.

Hey! I can hear your thoughts, idiot. Your life isn't shitty anymore, I'm here!

"How about a bed time story? I promise I won't leave any detail out"

You cuddle closer to his warm body, "Promise?"

He intertwines his pinky finger with yours, promising himself this won't be the last time he sees you.

"Promise"

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Smile Like You Mean It 2

Warnings: non/dubcon, bullying, humiliation, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Colin Shea, Rafe Cameron (Professor AU)

Summary: you’re trying to grow up but you keep getting pushed back down.

Part of the Bad Professors AU

Note: Please leave some feedback and reblog <3 As always, I love to chat with you all. 

Your new dress isn’t quite new. Yet, it’s better than anything you brought from home. You can’t afford the designer looks but you found a nice dupe. You think. There was a tiktok of a similar outfit, though your vans don’t quite compliment the look. Well, how many people are going to be looking at your feet. Or looking at you. 

It’s too bad your new friend, Ash, had to rush off to get her books. You could have used the moral support and yet, it’s a bit too early to be inviting her places, isn’t it? And to think of it, Colin invited you, not anyone else. 

You check your phone as you walk across campus. Your tights do little against the cold and make your thighs itch. You clutch the strap of your purse, the fringe swaying with each step.  

You hear the party before you get to it. As you walk up, the windows glow against the backdrop of the evening and tiki torches are lit to light the folding tables of red cups and chips and other things. Some bounce balls into the cups as the guests already there cluster around and chatter at a blustering volume. 

You shrink at the precipice of the walk that divides the grass. Music pumps from within, churning in the air with the garbling voices. The front door is wide open as people come and go. You’re nearly knocked off your feet as two guys in the blue jackets brush past you. 

You exhale and make yourself go forward. You grip your phone tight and look down at the screen. You should text Colin and figure out where he is. You’re distracted from sending the message as you pass a girl being crushed by a guy against the siding.  

They make out sloppily, the girl seemingly helpless to his affections as he pens her in. She has her hands on his chest as he clamps her head tight. She wears corduroy skirt and puffy blouse. It’s not exactly cutting edge. 

You peek at the other guests. You prepared for tall blondes and gorgeous brunettes. All the other girls are pretty and yet they aren’t the lululemon, PSL-guzzling coeds you marvel at. They’re just like you... 

“Aubby!” The voice booms like thunder and centers your anxiety.  

You look at Colin with wide eyes as he approaches. Oh my. He’s wearing his jacket but no shirt under it. There are blue emblems painted on his buff chest. Your eyes skim the lines of his tight muscles.  

“There you are, baby doll,” he nears and drapes his arm across your shoulder. “You get a drink? You need a drink.” 

You let him take over easily. Your voice remains elusive. 

“See, I love that about you, Auburn. You’re so gentle and quiet. You let a man take control. Just the way it should be,” he squeezes you against him. “Fuck, I’m all over the place. Did I tell you that dress is hot as hell?” 

You look down and hug yourself. You don’t know that anyone ever complimented your clothes. There wasn’t really anything to like about them. Or you. 

“Let me give you a lay of the land...” he declares as he grabs a red cup from another table and hands it to you. You accept it as he claims on for himself. 

He walks you through the house, yapping about the fraternity and how they have pledges serving the drinks. You notice they don’t have jackets and are dressed in tight spandex shorts and feather boas. You try not to stare. 

You taste the beer. You don’t drink. You never saw the need for it. You always overheard the girls in English talking about getting lit and waking up face down but you were never in with them, and that didn’t really sound too fun. 

“Eh, there he is,” Colin booms and makes you flinch. “Rafe,” he lets you go to the dab up the other guy. He’s a bit more slender than Colin, his hair is longer and floppy, and his eyes look a bit sleepy. “Aubby, this is the best guy in the place. Rafe, this is Auburn... my date.” 

Date? Your eyes flicker. Is that what this is? 

“Uh... hi,” you force out and nearly cough. 

Rafe’s brows tilt and he looks at Colin, “she’s quiet,” the latter says.  

“Cute,” the other replies as he gives you a look up and down. “I been making the rounds. Making sure everyone’s cozy.” 

“Right, right,” Colin says. 

“Good turn out,” Rafe says. “Thing will get going soon.” 

“Sure, well, see ya round, we’re going to try to catch up,” Colin raises his cup and drains it. He turns you past Rafe and presses on. He swallows a belch, “hey, you need another?” 

You look down at your cup. You’ve barely had any. You shake your head. 

“Ah, babe, no problem. You take your time. Lots of beer to go around,” he assures you and waves his cup in the air. A pledge appears to switch it out. You’re embarrassed at all the nakedness. 

“How about we find somewhere quiet? Lots going on, right?” 

You nod. He directs you around a cluster of guys and girls. You get to the stairs and climb with him. He clings to your hand as he drags you down the hall and into a bedroom. He shuts the door and you’re relieved to have the cacophony blocked out. Then all at once, you’re nervous at the reality of being alone with him. 

“I really mean it, that dress looks good on you,” he lets you go and faces you as he bites his thumb, “you got a nice body.” 

You push your legs together and cradle your hot cheek. You slurp the beer before you squeak out a thank you. He smiles. 

“Come on,” he goes to the bed and hops on it. He sits against the head board and slaps the space next to him. You hesitate. “No funny business. I been on my feet all day. That’s it.” 

“Oh, okay,” you murmur. 

You go to the bed and climb up next to him. You put one leg over the other as you extend them and he wraps his arm around your shoulder once more. He pulls himself closer. He takes a drink then puts his cup on the table at his other side. 

“Are you a freshman?” He asks. You nod. “Ah, makes sense. Well, that makes you special. Freshman don’t often get in at Delta.” 

“Really,” you say behind the brim of the cup. 

“Well, baby, I knew you were special when I saw you,” he trails his fingers along your thigh and you twitch in surprise. 

“Special?” 

“Yeah, you’re not like other girls. You’re just you. I like that.” He purrs as his other hand rubs your shoulder. “And you’re pretty as all hell.” 

You stare at him, burning to the core. You’ve never been this close to a guy. Never had them being so touchy or sweet. It’s overwhelming. 

“I’m sorry to be a fucking simp but can I kiss you?” He rasps, “I been thinking of it all day.” 

“Kiss?” You echo. “Umm...” 

He gently retracts his hand and grips the cup in your hand. He dislodges it and reaches to set it with his. He turns you again and caresses your cheek. 

“Just a kiss, babe? Please?” 

You stare at him. You are on fire. You can’t speak. Not enough to say no. So, you nod.  

Today has been a day of firsts. Your first friend, your first kiss. It’s the first day of an amazing year, you can feel it. 

[endless-weightless]

Random nameless ghoul headcanons (SFW and NSFW)

I'm taking the piss with all of these. And remember, kids, this is fanfiction!

I mostly just wrote about the current ghouls but I'm more than happy to write about any past ghouls if you guys want!

TAGS/WARNINGS: mating cycles, CNC, weed mention, primal play, polyamory and orgies,

SFW✄

All of the ghouls have a specific scent but Mountain for some reason can emit any particular scent so long as it's earth related. He usually smells like pine trees and grass but if any of the ghouls are anxious leading up to rituals or just worried in general he'll make himself smell like lavender because he knows how calming it is.

Mountain is also victim to clothing robbery because he smells so nice and is SO DAMN TALL.

They're some of the most open-minded and accepting people you'll ever meet.

Full moons tend to have a weird effect on the ghouls. Not as bad as say a werewolf but they definitely become a bit more... feral. The less extreme effects would just be heightened senses and craving gamey meats more while the worst of the worst would be bordering violent and definitely nsfw (see nsfw for more on this). They'd probably call it a hunter's moon (badum tss).

All of their eyes glow very faintly in the dark.

Their pupils are like a mix of feline and just regular ol' human.

They all have claws but Aurora and Sunshine are the only ones who actually have them out because everyone else needs short nails to play their instruments.

They all purr when they're happy or they're experiencing physical affection, though the volume and intensity varies depending on the ghoul.

Mountain sleeps like a log unless he's sharing a bed, then he's everyone's teddy bear and always has an arm around someone whether he agreed to it or not.

Rain absolutely HATES throwing up.

Swiss and Sodo convinced Mountain to grow marijuana by letting him try some. The ghoul den now constantly smells faintly of weed.

All of the ghouls have their own bedrooms but prefer to cuddle with each other and usually just make a nest out of blankets and pillows in the main common room area and turn it into one giant bed for everyone.

Cirrus and Aether tend to take on an almost parental role in the group just to keep the newer ghouls in line which can be draining at times but rewarding in the end.

They all have black tails and horns that are pretty much identical with the only difference being everyone has a slight tint to theirs depending on their element (Sodo's are red, Rain's are blue, Phantom and Aether's are purple etc).

Their fangs aren't actually too sharp. Could be because they've just become blunter over time with less need to bite actual people.

Most of them straight up act like cats depending on how new they are to the mortal plane. Since Omega’s been on earth the longest, he acts more closely to a human than Phantom, who is fresh out of hell.

Zephyr gets really bad chronic leg pains which is why he's always sitting while performing and so quick to sit back down after finishing the Mummy Dust solo.

Aurora has super painful cramps leading up to her heat so Sodo has taken it upon himself to use his hands as a heating pad for her (which he will do for anyone in need of a heat pack).

NSFW✄

If you had to make a spectrum of all the ghouls from most submissive to most dominant, it'd be Sunshine, Phantom, Rain, Cumulus, Swiss (ultimate power switch), Aurora, Ifrit, Sodo, Mountain, Zephyr, Cirrus, Aether, Alpha and finally Omega.

None of them are strictly doms or subs, they like experimenting and switching things up every once in a while to keep things interesting but they certainly have preferences.

They all enjoy both monogamous and polyamorous sex equally. Sometimes they just want soft intimate sex with one person or they're just craving multiple people.

Full moons don't make everyone horny in an "I need to impregnate someone/be impregnated now" way, they make the ghouls horny in a primal way...

Some of the ghouls that are more affected by the full moon or just enjoy primal play with a bit of CNC will sometimes ask some of the siblings of sin and/or you if you'd all be comfortable with letting them "hunt" you down.

Aether and Cirrus have sleepy and lazy sex when they're tired from dealing with the ghouls and need a break and some relief.

Mountain is always looking down the sisters of sin's and the ghoulette's tops to see their cleavage. In his defence he's pretty fucking tall and can't help that he has to look down to talk to people.

If anyone in the group, including you, are feeling lonely, stressed or just exhausted and in need of some kind of relief, all of the ghouls are more than willing to give head to anyone for hours, making sure they cum at least four times before they let them have a break.

All of them have a marking kink because of their need to mate during heats and ruts.

They all go just a teensy bit feral when they pick up on the scent of a virgin with Swiss being the most dramatic about it.

And if someone doesn't smell like a virgin but instead like ghoul, they still go feral because ghouls like sharing when the moon isn't full.

Aether feels the constant need to slap every ghoul and ghoulettes ass possible, even Sodo.

Aurora, Zephyr and Phantom the most handsy out of the ghouls.

Heats and ruts are already hellish enough, but what makes it worse for the ministry is how only half of the ghouls get their heats and ruts at the same time while the other get it the other half of the time, which basically means twice as many heats and ruts in a month.

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that's all my lovelies, lmk if you want any more!

[volzaannir]

4, 10, and 21 for signe if you're still taking Qs from that game! :)

of course i am!!! thank you for asking! :) 💕

4. Regardless if something happened or not, which Aedra or Daedra would hate them the most, and why?

Ohhh this is an interesting one. Of course I'd love to say Herma Mora fucking hates her cause of her meddling with Miraak, but honestly he likely finds her intriguing and fun to mess with, likely takes great joy in pushing her mind to the limits.

The Aedra likely either find her helpful or are neutral on her because of her status as Dragonborn, and basically saved Nirn on multiple occasions. Can't openly hate someone you owe favors to.

So, I think the one to hate her the most would be Meridia, likely because Signe was at one point a champion to Nocturnal. Meridia seems like she'd be the petty type LMAO

10. Does this character have anything in common with you?

Oh fuck no LOL other than the fact we're both some level of blonde with blue/green eyes. That's pretty much it.

Which is funny, cause when I first made her back in like 2012 or so, like the cringe teenager I was (and still am), I wanted to base her off myself. But obviously over the years I've sculpted her to be different over time, and really only the hair color and eyes are what stayed the same.

21. Are they: Diplomatic or Violent? Passive or Instigating? Selfish or Selfless? Law abiding or Lawless? Trusting or Apprehensive? Caring or Indifferent?

Diplomatic or Violent? - A bit of both? If that makes sense? She wants to be diplomatic, and always does what she can to de-escalate any quarrel before she decides to resort to violence. There are of course exceptions, like when someones just being an entitled bastard who doesn't want to listen to reason. Then it's immediately a fist fight :)

Passive or Instigating? - Majority of the time she's passive, only ever instigating when she wants to see if someones all bark and no bite. She doesn't start fights, but she WILL end them

Selfish or Selfless? - SELFLESS, it's like, one of the bigger parts of her character is how she just wants to help, even if it puts her on deaths door multiple times. Teldryn's just learned to live with this LMAO

Law abiding or Lawless? - I suppose mostly lawless, since she WAS in the Thieves Guild lmao, but it's in a more 'chaotic good' way. She has limits, of course.

Trusting or Apprehensive? - At first she comes off as pretty air-headed and naive, but in reality, she has one HELL of a 'gut feeling' sense. If someone gives her the wrong vibes, she'll know, and act accordingly. It's a trait I feel like she picked up during her years in the Guild.

Caring or Indifferent? - As long as you aren't a selfish prick or downright supervillain, she's caring! Acts of service is her love language, and she's insanely open-minded and understanding, which lands her in a lot of friendships, or gains her plenty of allies.

[gren-arlio]

So. Fia and the Mysterious School.

So uh...Yeah, I know I'm seriously late to the party when it comes to this stuff, but I realized that this was mostly done and it was in drafts, so I might as well post it. This might just be filler for the big post, but enjoy nevertheless. ----

Madou 4 is... looking pretty cool, I'm not gonna lie. Really enjoying the art direction they're going for. And the designs of the characters? Amazing.

Like genuinely, even if it doesn't get an official English release, I'm down to watch and learn about it.

(They're so...silly...)

Even the screenshot of the overworld is very charming to boot.

I heard a pal say "It looks like Gen 6 of Pokémon" and I could see it, but we'll have to wait and see for the true experience of this game.

I'll make what I think of the characters a Read More thing. Imo, looking amazing.

You can read about the stuff right here.

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Fia:

The newest silly girl on the block. Besides me thinking that Witch finally got her name chosen, I genuinely love the design they went for, since small hats are peak character designs.

Apparently she's a bit of an airhead and I'm all for it. Let her get involved into dumb stuff because she's dense and clueless and stupid. We love that in this world.

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Will:

Tbh, besides the whole crop top thing he has, I absolutely dig the design and color choices they went for. And also excluding the fact that his name is Will in a fantasy game, I do find it curious that he has a twin brother, Roy, who's apparently a teacher.

Oh, and since this is making headlines: Apparently he's got a mix of Lagnus and Rulue in him. So he HAS to be peak.

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Leena:

I really dig the design, I won't deny it, somehow they made almost all blue look really, really nice. The site says that she's calm and collected, but struggles with speaking to people, which I will most likely hope is just her being shy to talk to people, rather than the whole "She just sounds like a pervert," like Schezo does.

She also apparently reads a lot, if the glasses and the shy personality didn't point at her being quite the reader. So with that, she might be peak.

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Totto:

Green mage with white hair that covers the eye? Where have I seen that before... Jokes aside, he does open his eyes compared to someone we do know, and he's pretty different. According to the site, he's someone with a lotta info...you just gotta pay the dude for it. So like Anna from Fire Emblem.

Also apparently, there's some promise he made to someone? Who knows about it for now?

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Eska:

Now this design is pretty unique, yellow and white with pink eyes is an interesting choice of coloring they went for. I genuinely like what they went for with her, AND she's half dragon? I wonder what they're gonna go with her.

She gains interest to Fia (It google translates to Fear, so uh...yeah.) after the start of the game, and she doesn't really have common sense, which is gonna be interesting.

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Roy:

Besides the fact that he is NOT our boy this time around, Roy is Will's twin brother who went the teacher route in life rather than the hero route. He's basically the antithesis of Will; Cool-headed and prefers to be realistic to Will's optimism.

Also, I think he visually looks better than Will, but eh, that could change in due time.

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And finally, Jurk:

Besides his kinda bad name IMO, I like his design a lot. A guy who simply travels the world is always a fun concept in any game, and his design is honestly one of the best I've seen from the game. He's also friends with the headmaster of the school, which could be interesting.

My main concern is the person he tags along with, Mew. She's probably going to be an alright character, but I don't have super high hopes of that. Plus, her design isn't selling me at all, it just doesn't look right.

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But yeah, those are (at least for now), my honest thoughts for the game RN. Maybe when more is covered and shown off sometime. But that'll be all for today.

[void-botanist]

🪄 🪄 🪄 🪄!!!!

Admittedly I have more songs for Sorian and Avis than pretty much everyone else but WOE SORAVIS BE UPON YE

Maybe Someday by The Cure

This entire song is extremely Avis and Sorian I can't

No, I won't do it some more, it doesn't make any sense If we can't be like it was, I've got to let it rest I don't want what I did, I had a change of tense But maybe someday, yeah I'll see you smile as you call my name And start to feel and it feels the same And I know that maybe someday's come Maybe someday's come again

This is basically the anthem for their story in CM, you know, minus all the fighting they do on the way. Avis finally admits to herself that she wants Sorian back, and she's almost sort of ready to face that things will be complicated and different.

Breakfast At Tiffany's by Deep Blue Something

I see you - the only one who knew me And now your eyes see through me I guess I was wrong So what now? It's plain to see we're over And I hate when things are over When so much is left undone And I said "What about Breakfast at Tiffany's?" She said, "I think I remember that film And as I recall, I think we both kinda liked it." And I said "Well, that's the one thing we've got."

This song is all about how Avis is still clinging to the marriage she ended, really. She can't stand the fact that Sorian, the only person who has ever really known her, no longer occupies the same place in her life. She can't decide whether she hates him or hates losing him more. But they've still got something in common - something to build from - right?

Love or Let Me Be Lonely by The Friends Of Distinction

This is extremely a Sorian song:

I could live without love If I wanted to in this lonely room But I don't want to, so I leave it up to you To wash away my gloom

He's been alone for the last fifteen years, rebuilding his life without Avis. He's seen what it's like to be without her, and it's not so bad, though he'd rather be with her and her specifically (he doesn't feel like no one else has ever known him, but she's certainly known him better than most, and he will never stop being hopelessly in love with her).

Fadeback by Fitz and the Tantrums

It just feels like your heart ain't, your heart ain't in it Wish that I could just stop the universe from spinning I just want you to fade back into me I just need you to fade back Just fade back into me

This song is actually on the Captured Moonlight playlist because it applies equally to Avis assuming that getting back together would be as easy as just saying "you wanna sail together" and to Emma not really vibing with the whole "Sid lives his life on another planet" thing (Donovan's made some kind of peace with it, which is unbelievable when Sid is not home). But Avis also expects that when she sees Sorian after a year that he'll still be a wet noodle, and that is not how it happens.

Soravis taglist: @vacantgodling @athenswrites @kk7-rbs

Music taglist: @outpost51 @kk7-rbs

[forthedancingandthethriving]

A prince slowly paces back and forth, inside the castle. Outside, the coronation area was being set up.

He wore a black suit, with a purple dress shirt underneath. Black dress pants and shoes finished off his look, complimenting his dark blue fur. He wasn't exactly a Russian Blue cat like his predecessor, but it didn't matter. He just had to be careful about how he walked in the light, he didn't want any yellow or orange appearing.

He adjustes his outfit before turning his head, seeing his 'father's' former attendant approaching. She had been more than happy to come back now that the 'son' was here.

"Your Highness, everything is nearly complete," she says, her tail flicking gently. "We haven't gotten word back from the other royals, though."

He puts on a sad yet understanding smile. "I don't blame them. After all my father has done, they are no doubt going to be suspicious of me." He sighs softly. "We must simply let them come to their own conclusions."

She nods, a warm smile on her face. Their new king would be far better than the old one.

○●○

"I still find it hard to imagine he managed to find someone to have a child with.."

Prince Damien hums softly as he approaches the royals of Haromnia. His eyes flick over all of them and the others they brought. They all seem surprised, yet pleased.

"Well, would ya look at that." Queen Alina places a paw on her hip, her formal dress suspiciously close to that of a pirate's. "The lad is real!"

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Prince Damien." Queen Melody smiles. "Apologies for none of us being here sooner.."

"Ah, it's fine." Damien shakes his head, holding up a paw. "Considering all my father has done, it's not exactly hard to believe that you all wouldn't really trust the letter."

King Magnus chuckles. "Well, we see you now. Hopefully, you'll do big things, Damien."

The soon-to-be king smiles. "I hope so too."

As the group began to talk and discuss, Damien spun the story he'd spun so many times before. His father had him with a commoner, his mother. Yet she grew sick and pleaded with Umbra to take Damien, and the king reluctantly agreed. However, Umbra was ashamed of having a child out of wedlock and hid Damien, and the prince preferred to stay hidden because of his father's behavior and actions. Only the court knew of his existence, but even then he was limited in his interactions with them.

"I remember always listening to Tonio's music.." Damien smiles wistfully. "I hope that maybe he'll return and I can apologize for what my father had done.."

"What had he done?"

"It's.. not my place to say." He didn't want to admit that he didn't know. It was the one thing he couldn't figure out as he integrated himself into this world.

As they continue to talk, getting to know one another, a black cat walks past. He wears nothing blue, a black tunic, brown pants, and brown shoes, but all the monarchs and the Songbird present have their ears flick toward him. Damien has to force his ear to flick.

Unus. He thinks, watching the Muse head over to find a seat.

This would be interesting.

As he nods and parts ways, heading over to the stage to make sure the final preparations, when a ginger tabby clad in black steps in front of him.

"Pardon me, your highness."

Damien narrows his eyes before his ears perk upwards, and he puts on an elated face. "Tonio! I never expected you to come back!"

Tonio chuckles, though his tail is up, as if on alert. He supposes it makes sense. "Well, with Umbra finally out of commission, I believed a homecoming was due, no?"

The prince smiles somberly. "I feel a bit down knowing that only now you've felt safe to return." As he walks away, he turns his head a bit. "Hopefully I'll do well enough for you to feel safe to visit."

As the prince walks off, Tonio merely narrows his eyes a bit.

○●○

It went off without a hitch. Damien was crowned king of Devos, and he was pretty sure that he went deaf from all the cheering. All the monarchs and those they brought were more than happy to congratulate him, all clearly happy to have a competent ruler now.

Just how much did they hate Umbra? Damien thinks, flicking an ear as he shakes King Bolero's paw.

As he pulls away with a smile, he stiffens as something speaks in his mind.

I have high hopes for you, Prince Damien.

A black cat walks past, and Alina grins. "Ah, that's probably Unus. He loves to be all cryptic like that."

King Damien chuckles. "I figured."

His tail flicks. Unus seems to be important. He shouldn't forget that.

As more come to congratulate him, his eyes catch the light, and turn to a dark yellow rather than a crystal blue.

Everything was perfect. Now for the first step of his plan.. figuring out where the dead was kept here. Then maybe, finally, he could get rid of that accursed ClearAll his sister seemed to care about so much.

Life would be better off without death anyway.

[just-absolutely-super]

Reassurance

Happy Valentine's Day!

A MegaMan x Roll oneshot I wrote because I love them. I hope you all enjoy it!

Summary: MegaMan doesn't have to worry about hiding his secret from Lan anymore, but now he has another dilemma on his hands: how does Roll feel about him being Hub Hikari? [Post-MMBN1; MegaRoll established relationship]

Pairing: MegaMan.EXE x Roll.EXE

Rating: K

Read it on AO3 /// FF.net

MegaMan typed onto his keyboard, eyes reading over each word as he checked and double checked that there weren't any errors. Normally he wouldn't put so much care into compositing a message to someone he was close with, but this was a particularly special occurrence…and for a special person in his life.

"What's got you so concentrated?"

MegaMan jumped, not expecting to hear the sudden noise of his operator. Turning around quickly, he came face to face with Lan.

"Oh, uh, nothing! I was just writing some mail to Roll, that's all…" the Navi replied. He was desperately trying to appear nonchalant, but seeing Lan's disbelieving look told MegaMan there was no fooling his brother.

Brother…

It had been a couple of weeks since that particular cat got out of the bag. Even though life returned to a sense of normalcy, MegaMan knew better that things were far from normal.

No, Lan didn't treat him any differently—and MegaMan didn't want him to—but he knew that things between them weren't the same. Lan looked at him with new eyes. Gone was the illusion that MegaMan was just a specialized program his father created for research purposes; now he could see him for who he truly was: Hub Hikari, a child thought lost to death but was digitized into a NetNavi.

It was a relief to finally quit hiding the truth from Lan. Before the reveal, MegaMan would often be anxious of how his twin would react to the news. Would he take it terribly? Would he feel betrayed by his family? Would he not care? Thankfully, the truth of the matter was that Lan was ecstatic to learn who he was, and was interested to continue learning everything there was to know about his brother.

And that was great! Megaman was happy.

Although…there was another matter he had yet to address. One that did not involve his twin this time…

Lan pulled MegaMan from his thoughts by speaking, "Why are you getting so nervous over mailing Roll? Don't you two do that, like, all the time?"

Megaman felt his cheeks flush, "Well, yeah. I mean, usually we do…but lately we haven't really had time to talk, so I figured I'd ask her to hang out for a little bit on the net together. Is… Is that okay?"

Lan raised an eyebrow, "MegaMan, I'm not your parent. You don't need my permission to see your girlfriend."

The blue Navi's cheeks burned brighter at the use of the word, "girlfriend". While it's true he and Roll were close, they never really put a label to it. Dating among NetNavis wasn't a particularly common thing given that human emotions like love and romance were far more complicated for their programming to grasp.

But given that MegaMan wasn't completely computer, it was far easier for him to develop these feelings. And given how nice and supportive and…well, pretty Roll was, it wasn't hard to believe he had developed an infatuation for her. What was shocking was when Roll admitted she felt an attraction towards him!

So…technically speaking, they were dating (that was the term Mayl first used when Lan asked why Roll kept "bothering" MegaMan all those months ago), but if he were honest, MegaMan felt there weren't any words to describe just what he feels for the female Navi. To him, it felt like a larger connection. Terms like "boyfriend" and "girlfriend" were just easier to say though, so the two allowed it.

But how they came to be together and the labeling of it all didn't matter during this moment. What mattered was the fact that ever since WWW had been taken care of, MegaMan did not have any time dedicated to Roll at all.

It wasn't on purpose, though—and it wasn't like they didn't see each other. They mostly hung out in their large friend group with GutsMan and Glyde. So while they were together, they weren't given the luxury of alone time. He could tell during those moments that Roll was slightly upset at not having him all to herself, but there was nothing he could do. Things post WWW were hectic for him, personally.

There was the fact that MegaMan was trying to get adjusted to the newly installed program. Dad needed to make sure that his and Lan's synchronization wasn't going to have unwarranted side effects thanks to the program, and that required a lot of time and visits to SciLab. Not to mention trying to readjust to life overall after saving the world from the LifeVirus, including reestablishing his relationship with Lan as not just his NetNavi, but his twin brother as well.

Which led to another reason for why MegaMan had not been seeing Roll as often…how did she feel about his little secret?

Roll had been present during his fight with MagicMan. She had held him while he was on the verge of deletion at the WWW Navi's hands. Of course she heard the conversation that followed when his father called to tell Lan that MegaMan and Hub Hikari were one and the same.

She didn't say anything back then, probably because she was still emotional over almost losing him, but nonetheless it was a large topic that he had been avoiding discussing with her. It's not something he's proud of, he hated feeling like a coward. And now that so much time has passed, he was beginning to feel similar insecurities he had experienced when thinking of Lan's reaction.

Would Roll be angry he never told her?

Was she hurt he hadn't come to talk to her in all this time?

Would she feel differently about him now that she knew he was partially human?

Would she break up with him?

MegaMan groaned. Why were relationships so hard?

"Yikes, why are you so down about this? Did you have a fight or something?"

MegaMan escaped his dark thoughts as he looked at Lan's concerned face.

"No, it's not that. I just…" he bit his lip, "I don't know how she feels about all this. Me being…well, me."

"You mean how you're Hub?" Lan asked, trying to understand his brother's quandary.

"Yeah," MegaMan confirmed. "It's a big thing, you know? We haven't had any time to talk about it. I just don't know if she's adjusting well."

Lan hummed, "Has she been acting differently around you when you hang out with everyone else?"

"Well, no, but that's with everyone else," MegaMan admitted.

He remembered his father requesting of Mayl and Chaud to not mention MegaMan's identity to anyone. There weren't any guarantees that everyone else would be as accepting of turning a child on the brink of death into a NetNavi. Lan assured MegMan that one day they would tell Dex, Yai, and their Navis; but for now, they had to hold onto the secret a little longer.

This left Roll pretending everything was normal in the presence of others. While he was relieved she would never betray his trust, the blue Navi didn't have any reassurance of her behavior without friends eavesdropping…

"How is it going to be if it's just me and her alone?" he softly asked.

Lan was quiet for a minute, seeming to contemplate the conversation. Finally, he nodded to himself and with the confidence only a child his age could have, said, "I don't think you have anything to worry about."

"I don't?" the elder twin asked, confused.

"Nope!" the younger twin replied, "Roll likes you a lot, Hub. If there's anyone who can accept you for who you are, bet that it's her. Trust me on this!"

MegaMan smiled. He always liked hearing Lan's pep talks. There was something about the 11-year-old's spirit and upbeat attitude that was infectious.

"Yeah, you're probably right."

"What do you mean 'probably'? I know I'm right!"

Megaman laughed at the pout his twin was giving him, but sobered up quickly when he remembered that he still had to actually talk to Roll.

He turned back to the email, once again looking over the words he had typed, "Even so, it's better to get it out of the way and find out for sure how she feels about all of this."

After one more thorough read of the message, he hovered his finger over the send button. Turning back to Lan, he hesitantly asked, "You'll be okay if I go out for a bit, right?"

Lan rolled his eyes, "Please, you're only going to be a few feet from the PC, not all the way in Netopia! I'll be fine, go see your girlfriend!"

"Well, okay…but maybe I should think a little more about what I'm going to say before—"

"Ugh, fine, I'll do it."

With a quick and steady hand, Lan took his mouse and pressed the "SEND" button before his brother could come up with more ways to stall leaving the PC. MegaMan gaped at the space where his email once occupied and turned to glare at his brother. Lan, in his typical carefree fashion, ignored his ire.

"Now we wait." The younger Hikari said as he reclined back in his chair, arms behind his head casually and a large, teasing grin on his face.

"You are unbelievable…" The elder grumbled.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for them to hear the "PING" of the notification for new mail. Making sure Lan wasn't going to read it over his shoulder, MegaMan checked the contents and let out a breath he didn't realizing he was holding.

"Well?" Lan asked, tone almost eager.

"Mayl gave her the okay to go, so she'll be on her way soon," MegaMan replied, nerves coming back into his stomach with a vengeance.

"Awesome! So I guess I'll see you later tonight then?"

MegaMan rolled his eyes, "I won't be gone too long, don't worry. In the meantime, don't you have homework you should be doing?"

Lan winced, "Aw man, I was hoping you had forgotten about that."

"Of course not," MegaMan scoffed before turning to face his brother completely. With one hand on his hip and the other pointing at Lan through the screen, the Navi commanded sternly, "You better have it done when I get back, okay mister?"

Lan sighed in annoyance but raised an arm in a mock salute, "Yes, sir! I'll have it all done by the time you're done with your date, Megaman, sir!"

"Right…" MegaMan deadpanned. Despite Lan's show of reluctance, he could tell he was honest. Satisfied, he waved his hand toward his NetOp and logged himself out of the PC and onto the internet. He hoped all went well tonight…

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Much to his great relief, ACDC Area 1 was pretty barren this evening. There weren't even many viruses loitering about, save for a few Mettaur. They were harmless though, not even giving the blue Navi a second glance as they strolled on their way to a different part of the area.

MegaMan sighed. He hadn't been waiting long—only a few minutes at most—but he could not dispel his anxiety. He knew talking to Roll had to happen. Communication was key to a healthy relationship after all…or at least that's what the talk shows his mother watched during the day said. But nonetheless there was truth in that statement, and if he wanted things to continue with Roll he had to clear the air and discuss the current situation and how this could potentially change things between them.

Now if only she would show up.

He was standing on a large platform, a typical spot in the area that he and his friends often met at. It was the most ideal place to meet with his girlfriend. Craning his head in all directions, he confirmed that she still wasn't in sight—no one was, actually. Thinking it safe, he reached up and removed his helmet, allowing his natural brown hair to flow freely before combing it with his fingers. It was a nervous habit of his, but it did help to calm him in a way. He closed his eyes as he continued the soothing action…

"Oh! You have actual hair! Is it as soft as it looks?"

MegaMan jumped, not having noticed the arrival of his companion. Turning around, he saw Roll leaning slightly into him as she observed his brown locks, her green eyes shining with curiosity.

He found her really cute right now.

Blushing, MegMan quickly slammed his helmet back onto his head, hiding the physical feature that was proof of his existence as Hub Hikari. The pink Navi pouted at the action.

"Aww, you didn't have to do that. I think it's cute." She said simply. She tried reaching her hand up to his head—possibly to take the helmet off again—but her boyfriend stepped back out of her reach. The action caused Roll to pause, hurt almost clouding her face as she stared at him in confusion.

MegaMan felt bad for giving her that expression. "I'm sorry, I just… I'm a little self-conscious about it."

It wasn't a lie.

Hearing the sincerity of his words and seeing the obvious discomfort in his demeanor, Roll nodded in understanding. The air started to feel awkward and Megman mentally berated himself. This wasn't what he had wanted to happen at all.

Trying to bring things back on track, MegaMan gestured to the edge of the platform they were standing on, "Wanna sit down?"

Roll nodded, a small smile coming back onto her face much to the blue Navi's relief. The two moved to the ledge, carefully sitting down and allowing their legs to dangle in the air. They sat there in comfortable silence, their gazes looking out into Cyberworld. There wasn't much to see, admittedly, but MegaMan didn't care. Just being in Roll's presence was enough for him. He always enjoyed the feelings she sparked in him, and he hoped she felt the same way.

Speaking of feelings.

Might as well try and get it over with…

"So, have things been going well? We haven't had a whole lot of time to talk since…y'know." He started. He thought it would be better to ease into it rather than bombard her.

The pink Navi hummed, "Yes, things have been fine. Just the same old stuff really. Mayl still does her piano lessons but she's been trying out other kinds of hobbies too. Lately it's been tennis."

MegaMan nodded, "Yeah, everything is pretty much back to normal at our house too. Though Lan keeps going on about how bored he is. I have to keep telling him that we had enough excitement to last us a lifetime."

Roll laughed and MegaMan felt more at ease. The couple then went on to talk about other things—their NetOps, their Navi friends, new battlechips that Higsby imported from some country, the group of Mettaur from the path below trying to waddle their way home, everything and nothing all at once. Conversation flowed and it all felt so natural. That's how it was with Roll, MegaMan never felt like he had to try too hard to impress her. He felt like he could just be himself and she wouldn't ask for anything more. He loved this. He loved being with her.

He honestly wasn't sure why he felt nervous about talking to her in the first place.

"I know you said everything was fine at home, but I just want to make sure… You and Lan are still good? Things haven't been awkward since what happened at the WWW base?"

Oh…now he remembered why.

Swallowing his nerves, MegaMan replied, "No, no, everything is great. Better than great, actually. I feel like we're a lot closer now since he found out that I'm… I'm…"

He felt like kicking himself. Why couldn't he say it in front of her?

"His brother?" Roll finished for him. She had a patient smile on her face, but her brows furrowed slightly. Maybe she was confused about his hesitation, but MegaMan couldn't help but worry about the possibility that her expression reflected uneasiness about the matter.

"Yeah…that."

A silence settled over them and MegaMan admonished his behavior. He needed to get a grip. Everything was fine up until this point, why was he making this a bigger deal than it should be?

"I'm happy to hear that," Roll said, trying her best to redirect the conversation, bless her heart. "Mayl and I were a little worried about you two. I mean, it was so sudden, and Lan had no idea."

"Yeah, I know." MegaMan hated thinking about the time he kept the secret. It was one of the hardest things he had to do. Trying to broach the topic with Roll about his insecurities was starting to climb up there, though.

"But I understand why you didn't tell him. It's hard to imagine, that this person you thought was dead was with you all along as a NetNavi. You never know for sure how someone will react to that. I'm happy Lan took it so well, though. You two are such a great team—it makes sense now that I know you're brothers!"

She giggled at the irony and MegaMan allowed himself a chuckle. He really did luck out with Lan. If it had happened to anyone else, who knows what would have happened.

But her words to him did give him some hope. She spoke about his human identity so casually. Like not being completely computer was a common occurrence. Maybe Lan was right, she really did accept him for who he was and he had been worrying for nothing.

"So…what about you?"

He needed to hear the reassurance from her with his own ears.

"Huh? What about me?" she asked, head tilted to the side. He couldn't help but smile at how cute she was.

"Well, what do you think of me?" he asked, gathering all the courage he had in him. "And I mean the real me. Hub Hikari me."

He held his breath as he waited for her reply. He gripped the edge of the platform. It was now or never.

Roll, on the other hand, continued to regard him with confusion. It was as if he asked her the most perplexing question ever.

"Well, that's a silly question!" Roll said, arms crossed. After a very brief moment, realization dawned on her and she asked, "Is that what's been bothering you all evening? You're afraid of what I think of you being human?"

The blue Navi winced, but sighed dejectedly and nodded his head. His eyes turned downcast as he avoided her imploring gaze. He felt shame overcome him. Here Roll was, willingly spending her time with him and acting as if nothing between them had changed, and he had to come in and question her feelings for him. Some boyfriend, huh?

He was about to apologize to her when he suddenly felt her hand on his left cheek. Gently, Roll turned his head towards her. Her bright green eyes were practically shining as she suddenly exclaimed, "Mega, I think you're amazing! I've always thought you were. It doesn't matter who you are or what you are. You could have turned out to be a virus and I still would think you're one of the best people I know. Want to know why?"

Unable to find his voce, MegaMan nodded his head again. He felt inexplicitly warm as she smiled adoringly at him. Moving her right hand from his cheek, she slipped it to the back of his head, pulling it forward so his forehead could rest against hers. With her other hand, she reached out to gently place it against MegaMan's chest where the emblem of the Hikari family was. If he still had a heart he was sure it would beat like crazy at the feel of her touch. Reflexively, he placed his right hand on top of hers, keeping it there against him.

"It's because of your soul, Mega. You have a kind soul resting inside of you. I can sense it. You're caring, compassionate, smart, and have a strong sense of justice. Not to mention cute," she winked at him, causing him to blush. Giggling at his reaction, she sobered up to continue with her speech, "As long as you remain that kind soul, the MegaMan that I know, then know that I'll always be there for you and be by your side forever."

MegaMan stared at her in awe, moved by her words. His gaze then softened, a tiny half-smile gracing his face as he mused out loud, "Forever, huh?"

Roll giggled, keeping her tone teasing, "Forever! I'm afraid you're stuck with me, so start getting used to it!"

She let out a small squeak as she felt his unoccupied hand suddenly snake its way around her waist, pulling her more against his form if that were possible—the other hand that was still holding hers to his chest now trapped between their bodies. It was her turn to blush now as she gazed into the green of his eyes. The look he was giving her… Oh, if she had a heart it would surely skip many beats!

"Forever… I like the sound of that."

The only witness to the couple's embrace was the intricate coding that made up the cyber sky.

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"Are you feeling better now?" Roll asked later on as the two walked hand in hand to the junction that separated the path between Lan's PC and Mayl's.

They spent a few more minutes talking and cuddling on the platform's ledge as they enjoyed the other's company, but MegaMan had to bring it to an end when he realized how late it had gotten. Lan may have promised he'd do his homework, but MegaMan knew there was never any guarantees when it came to his brother's laziness with schoolwork.

"I am. Much better thanks to you." MegaMan affirmed, lifting Roll's hand to his lips for a quick peck. He relished in watching his girlfriend try to hide her blushing face from him.

"Th-That's good," the pink Navi stuttered before clearing her throat and regaining her composure. This boy will be the end of her! "Well, this is where we part. I'll see you tomorrow in the classroom comp?"

MegaMan nodded. "Yeah, and I think Lan was planning on asking Mayl to help him study for the math test coming up. I'll definitely be seeing you then."

"Oh, studying for math? How romantic!" she said sarcastically, earning a laugh from her boyfriend. Seeing the opportunity, she then asked, "If we do meet up for that study date, can I make a request?"

The blue Navi blinked but hesitantly replied, "What kind of request?"

Roll then let go of his hand to place both of hers in a pleading position, "Can I please see you without your helmet again? Pretty please? I promise you look so cute without it!"

MegaMan's cheeks burned as he subconsciously placed a hand to his head, "R-Really? Are you sure you want to see it?"

"Definitely!" his girlfriend confirmed. "It looks so soft too! I'm gonna have so much fun playing with it."

He wasn't so sure about that…but he loved seeing Roll happy, so who was he to deny her?

"Uh, fine, I guess. If that's what you want."

"It is!" she skipped over to him and placed a quick kiss to his cheek. She gave a mischievous giggle when the red of his cheeks intensified. "I'll see you tomorrow. Bye, Hub!"

MegaMan froze at her parting words, unsure how to react. Roll noticed his change in form and frowned in concern. Fearing she made him uncomfortable, she waved her hands in worry as she began to ramble.

"S-Sorry. I just… It slipped out. I wanted to try using your real name. I won't say it again if you don't want—"

"I like it."

Roll stopped her stammers, blinking at her boyfriend as she processed what he said.

"You… You do?"

MegaMan grinned, his green eyes practically shimmering with adoration for her.

"Yeah… I do."

Roll relaxed, feeling her anxiety melt away at seeing the content expression on MegaMan's face. Leaning forward, she kissed him again, but this time on the lips.

"Goodnight…Hub."

Hub exhaled a pleased sigh. How he loved this girl.

"Goodnight, Roll."

Everything was going to be fine.

[kaycode1999]

-From Anonymous

Hello! Could I request a JJK matchup, if they're still open? Thank you!

I’m 19, bisexual

she/her pronouns

Aesthetic: My aesthetic is cottagecore! I have brown hair I usually wear up, light blue eyes, and fair skin!

Other: INTJ, Taurus

Preference: no gender preference!

Personality: I like to be alone, but I’m pretty good at talking to people, sometimes I’m blunt. Outwardly, I’m reliable and loyal! I’m kind, happy, and outgoing to most people. Inside, I’m pretty stressed, tired, and stubborn. I’m very overworked oldest sibling-core. I’m also creative and artistic. I’m more of a realist, but try to be optimistic around others. I’m responsible when I need to be, but I like to goof off when I can! I’m also a wee bit of a hopeless romantic. I don’t know how much it helps, but I’m also an aspiring tattoo artist!

Hobbies: I like painting/drawing, writing, singing, listening to music, collect/read manga, video games, and playing D&D.

Likes: Greek mythology, flowers (specifically lily of the valley), sweet tea, snacks, rock music, reading, rain, tattoo art, and anime.

Dislikes: Super loud people, and lack of communication or common sense.

*apologies but when it came through it wouldn’t let me do anything so I had to do it this way*

I match you with

*I’m not gonna lie JJK is hard because there’s not that many adult men that aren’t evil*

Takuma Ino

First and foremost he just seems to be a kind and caring person

He is understanding if you need some space

It is good that you are good at socializing because he can be social too, but he can also be introverted. He can be both

He’s also understanding about you being blunt. He doesn’t really see it as blunt so much as straightforward and honest

Your personalities mesh well because you’re both reliable, loyal, kind, happy, and outgoing for the most part

He’s doting, so if you’re tired and/or stressed be prepared to pampered and he will help in any way he can/that you are ok with

I think everyone can be at least a little bit stubborn so that’s honestly understandable

He loves your artistic and creative nature

I think he is somewhere in between realist and optimist, and he truly wants to be a safe person for you. He wants you to be able to be your true authentic self with him, so if you’re less optimistic and more realist you don’t have to force anything

He is also responsible when the situation calls, but he really loves goofing around with you

I am not sure if he wants or has tattoos but he thinks it’s really cool you want to be a tattoo artist and he is very supportive

He loves just hanging out and listening to music with you

He will definitely pick up any manga he knows you are interested in

Video games and D&D he enjoys playing/doing both with you

Greek mythology is just generally interesting so he likes engaging with that with you

He will get you your favorite flowers as well as get items with them on it

He is definitely not overly loud, lack of communication, or lack common sense

[originemesis]

@kugel-bitch from xxx

There's no small amount of self-restraint she has to will forth in order not to laugh in his face when he bares his golden fangs like an irate mutt after she peeks through his obsidian barricade from the world. He might have the good sense to be embarrassed if he knew just how racked with insecurity his instance on the damned headgear makes him look. Really, truly, she hates that fucking thing with a passion that could rival the heat of the odious brimstone pits they dredge the filth from every year and she has every intention to pulverize it with her bare hands one of these days because there's so much that she cannot glean through the golden lights—there is power in that obscurity—and she feels stifled by it. Until she remembers that he has a soft face in there, and tired eyes. "I can see it." An amused expulsion of air through her elegant, pale nose, drowned out by the increasingly harmonious commingling of sounds; climbing, climbing towards a crescendo that she's sure the high council waaay upstairs would feel buzzing in their loins for a long time after they've rubbed this number out. She likes to imagine that's why they haven't kicked the doors off their hinges yet. Not because they've grown begrudgingly accustomed to the utter assassination of any semblance of peace or quietude when Adam and Lute decide its time to cause a public disturbance of the most egregious degree. It's actually pretty crazy what you can get away with when you work a job nobody else has the stones or the stomach to touch. Who says it doesn't pay to be the scapegoat? She'll give him that final cord, the last hurrah, as per the usual—he was always better at closing out. If there's anything that he has on her it is that. She? With her inexhaustible fountain of fervor and fury. She would keep this riff fest going until one of them passes out. That's why he's the big man in charge, she supposes. He knows when to quit while she absolutely does not.

Head tipped all the way back on the axis of her neck, she observes the undulating mist of flickering dust disperse like dancing embers through the tepid air, entranced in the afterglow of such a potent dose of dopamine (and also thoroughly inebriated still) she barely registers that she's teetering on the edge of the table until she has already toppled right over it. Right into one of the ornate, golden swivel chairs standing close by, fortunately enough. "Hahahaha! Yeah!!! Fuck yeah!!!" Hearing Lute laugh is about as common of an occurrence as hearing the Seraphim drop an expletive—a once in a Blue moon sort of thing. It is a surprisingly bright and vibrant sound, a stark contrast to her usual stone-cold carriage. But she doesn't have the breath to laugh for very long. Soon she slumps into her seat, chest rising and falling inside the loose confines of the oversized wife-beater hanging off her meager torso. The smile remains though. Content. "Heehee. Bet that one got Sera shaking her tits upstairs." A little shimmy of her shoulders to really drive the visual home.

Out of all of heaven's inhabitants- from the massive rings of all seeing eyes to even the seraphim that could easily open several pairs and pinpoint them towards any indication of covert purpose, he'd consider her one of the most dangerous. Her- who, even without her mask and it's menacing grin, still lounged unapologetically about the hall of leviathans in her Sunday's sluttiest wife-beater and was his biggest threat if only because her admission was that she still saw him. Through the reflection of obsidian glass and the maniacal twisting of features beneath- she saw him. And worst of all- he knew that she did. That's why he'd dubbed her Danger Tits. Well, that and because eyes were oft the windows to the soul to be bared, and it was the demand of a natural gravitational pull that they fell to tit level more often than naught, meaning there was no escape to her level of scrutiny. Not after all the shit they'd been through that made seeing through a shitstorm a menial task at this point.

Still, despite how much there was to lose if he wandered too far away from his own accepted version of himself again amidst the more monstrous-presenting forces of heaven and hell, her claim of a behind the curtain seat to his punchy performance drew a semblance of a smile that flatlined his teeth, though he played it off as a reaction to his need to scrub away the condensation her unconvinced huffing in his face left behind behind with the drape of his sleeve shortly before his ascent. If she wanted to cook him for crashing her clit-coddling reverberation party, then she'd have to wait until he peaked.

Though once all was said and strummed and the air glittered with the remnants of slowly fading angel dust, he noted how she struggled to stay atop the table as her inebriation levels locked horns with her laughter and tossed her down into a nearby chair. He followed suit by stalking to the edge of the table, but short of hopping off, he hunkered down and perched on its edge inside the tent that was his robes while cocking his head to the side to observe the wine-issued flush at the edges of her facial ridges below. The sight alone was enough to itch a flatline of a smile across his helmet's screen, though he directed it to his nails that he flexed out to observe coyly from his perch, wings still fluttering from the final note.

"HAH! At the very least~ her nipples are harder than diamonds right now." Musing with a low laugh of his own, he got himself comfy by shifting and turning his back to her shortly before leaning back and dipping to dangle his head upside down off the table's ledge where he could watch her closely from a new, dizzying perspective. Legs bent under his robe, he'd hooked an ankle to rest against one knee before the golden edges of his wings stretched out to wrap around the back of her chair and tug her in closer to his lazy perch. "Sick riff by the way, dude" Lazily, he raised a fist overhead before letting it drop via tricep extension to rest directly in her face- a demanding wiggle or two present.

"Pound it, already."

[littlegodzilla]

Nobody writes Reedus bad boy characters like you so I have an idea for you (if you're up for it) - Justin from Sunlight Jr. His character goes to the convenience store looking for Naomi Watts's character but she has quit. Instead he finds a new cashier who's really bored working the overnight shift and looking for something (someone) to do. Barely any customers come in anyway, and the backroom is right there... 😈

Hi pretty!!

I'm here with your Justin request! It's the first time that I write about him, so be gentle with me, please.

I hope you'll like it!!

Enjoy!!

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A day on the supermarket.

Justin x Reader.

One shot. Request.

Warnings: swearing. Justin is a asshole. Smut. Rough sex. Dirty talk.

Words: 2100

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You're so bored, the night shift is the worst you can have at Sunlight Jr. It's also true that the pay is higher, but still few take it. You need to get out of that damn town as soon as possible, you need the money, so the shift is fine.

The door is then heard and you raise your head, surprised that someone is awake. To your surprise a man walks in, a little older than you, short dark blond hair, intense blue eyes, with a funny mole above his lip. He is wearing black sunglasses on his head, even though it is nighttime, a chain necklace around his neck, a black tank top and sweatpants. You watch him curiously and see him pull out his wallet.

"Pump two." He says without barely looking at you, chewing gum.

He's pumped gas, that makes sense, or so you think, he doesn't look like he's coming from work, but you're not going to judge him. You type in the amount and wait for him to give you the money. When he raises his head with the money in his hand, he frowns and stops you from taking the bills.

"Who the fuck are you?" he asks with a bark at the end of the sentence.

"And who the fuck are you?" you reply with the same tone.

"Where's Missy?" He asks again, ignoring you.

"She's not." You shrug.

"Did they change her shift?"

"No, she's gone." You don't even know if you should tell him that, but suddenly you see his gesture harden and he purses his lips into a tight line.

"She's gone? Where?"

"I don't know, are you going to pay me or not?" you growl and he seems to tense up even more.

"Tell me if she works at another shitty place like this now."

"There's no other shitty place like this, in this town, asshole and no, she's just gone." You shrug again. "Look if your girlfriend left you with hard balls it's not my problem, give me the fucking money and get the fuck out of here."

"Bitch." He growls in response throwing the money at you and storms out slamming the door.

"Asshole." You snap back taking the bills and go on with your boring shift.

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You find out his name is Justin, your partner tells you about him, he's Melissa's ex-boyfriend, apparently it was common for Justin to show up at the Sunlight to see her, bother her or just try to win her back, which seemed pretty pathetic in your eyes. That girl deserved better than a prick like him.

"He's cute, but never trust him, he can be with you today and tomorrow with you and someone else at the same time." Your coworker comments to you, you snort in amusement.

"Like I care." You roll your eyes. "He keeps showing up on my night shift and I wanted to know if I should take the baseball bat from home." She laughs and shakes her head.

"It's okay. Good night." She waves goodbye to you and you smile.

"Good night, see you tomorrow." You say goodbye too and leave the counter to start work.

The advantage of the evening hours is that you have much more time to do tasks that in the morning, due to the high volume of people, you can't do, picking products out of place, tidying shelves, replenishing stock, cleaning bathrooms, more thoroughly, checking and updating the warehouse stock. Unfortunately it doesn't take up the whole night and you soon start to get bored again.

The door is heard then, in the time you've been working a few people have shown up to get some cigarettes, alcohol and toilet paper, even a mother looking for powdered milk for her baby, but it's been almost an hour. You sigh, leaving your notebook on the shelf in the storeroom, and go out into the store.

"Good ni..." You start to say, but fall silent when you discover who it is.

Justin is leaning against the counter, again in his tank top and fishing shorts. His eyes bore into you and you cross your arms as he fiddles with his car keys in his hand.

"What are you doing here?"

"You shouldn't leave the box alone, some thief might come and take the money." He replies cocking his head to the side.

"Is that what you intended to do? You're not very smart then." You answer him back and see him smiling half-sideways.

"You're quick..."

"Look, if you're looking for Melissa..."

"That's not why I'm here..."

"Then what do you want?" you ask again. Your shift is already boring enough to have to put up with him.

He chews his lower lip several times before walking towards you, instinctively backing away until your back hits one of the shelves. He keeps moving towards you until his chest sticks to yours. Your breathing goes a mile a minute, your hands search for something to hit him with if you feel he's going to do something stupid, you close your eyes as he leans forward and hold your breath. You hear something jiggle in your ear and you open your eyes again to find he's holding a packet of condoms in his hand.

"I have company tonight and I need backup." He says in a raspy voice and your skin crawls with goose bumps.

"Looks to me like you've got the wrong size..." You try to regain your composure, Justin looks down at the package and snaps.

"You're right." He puts them down and picks up another package a size up.

You feel your lower belly shrink as a chuckle escapes you through your teeth. You drop the shampoo you had taken as a weapon and break away from him to go back to the counter and collect the condoms.

"If you want I can stay and have some fun." He says then, you look at him sideways.

"What makes you think I would have fun with you?" you ask with derision.

"Trust me honey, you'll have fun."

"Trust me, honey." You mimic him with a quip. "You're not as irresistible as you think you are."

Justin's smile doesn't disappear though, it even gets a little wider. He takes the pack of condoms leaving the money on the counter and walks out of the supermarket without taking his eyes off you. You sigh long leaning your forehead against the glass of the counter, you still feel your body trembling a little. It's true that Justin is not your type, that you wouldn't date someone like him, but he's wild and attractive, you can't deny it, his intense stare and his punk side gives you chills. In a good way.

When you manage to pull yourself together, you head back to the warehouse to continue with your chores. You don't reach for your notebook when you feel arms around your body pushing you against the shelf. You get scared, you're not going to deny it, you try to fight, to get him to let go, you feel his hands on your waist and his nose brush against your neck.

"You're fucking unbearable." He growls and you recognize Justin's voice, your heart calms a little.

"L-let go of me, Justin, this is harassment..."

"Harassment?" he whispers against your ear. You can't suppress the moan that escapes you in time as he reaches inside your pants and squeezes your pussy over your panties. "How can it be harassment when you're completely wet?" he speaks against your ear again, his fingers move quickly over your clit and your body arches involuntarily, moaning again.

"J-Justin..." You try to keep control, you hold his wrist, but he bites down on your neck, never letting go of your touch.

"You love to tease me, always teasing me, always with those little angel eyes, like you've never done anything wrong." He keeps talking and you have to hold on to the shelf because the pleasure starts to shake your body.

"N-no... I..." You babble, but are silenced when his fingers leave your clit and move down a little further, the tip of his finger digging into your cunt. "F-fuck..." You bite your lip spreading your legs further apart.

"Are you still going to tell me you don't want this?" he asks again in your ear. A moan is all you get in response.

You sigh as he pulls away from you, you feel like you can breathe again, but he doesn't give you much time since recovering. He turns your body to unbutton and remove your pants, your panties follow shortly after, Justin pulls down his pants, just enough to pull out his cock, hard, thick, seeking attention. You swallow hard as your eyes roam over it, and you see Justin smile in amusement, shake it in his hand, and move back towards you.

"Wait, Justin, the condoms..."

"Don't worry, I'm not going to cum inside." He assures you.

He lifts you up without too much effort, leaning your body against the shelf, spits on his hand and slowly enters you.

"Fuck, so tight..." He grunts and pushes a little harder making you moan.

"God, Justin..." You hold onto his shoulders feeling his cock stretch you and touch that spot that makes you shudder.

"You like this, don't you?" he licks his lips and moves his hips very slowly. "I can feel you squeezing me, how your pussy wants me inside..." He gasps and you roll your eyes as his cock hits a perfect spot inside you.

"F-f-fuck Justin...!" You are unable to say anything more coherent.

"There it is..." He smiles and holding you tightly he starts moving at the same angle.

His thrusts are fast and deep, the curve of his cock makes him hit you accurately with his tip, that point that makes you see little sparks, your skin bristles and you become a moaning mess. Your legs dance over his arms, his hands firmly grip your ass and he keeps moving your body against his cock, the sound of your bodies being muffled by your moans and his grunts between his teeth. The steady rattling of the rack follows the rhythm of Justin's hips as he starts to go faster, seeking his own relief.

"Uhm your pussy's taking me so fucking good..." He mumbles through his teeth, his fingers digging into the tender skin of your ass.

"Justin! Justin!" You call out, grabbing onto his shoulders again.

He quickly pulls his cock out and rubs it until he cums, staining your belly and your work shirt. You lean your forehead against his, getting trapped against his body and the rack. Justin pulls your legs off his shoulders and kneels in front of you, spreads your legs apart and lifts one over his shoulder. His nose grazes your slit and his tongue runs along your folds.

"For the love of..." You arch up holding onto the furniture as your knees begin to shake.

His tongue runs along you, fucking you with intensity, his fingers torture your clit and his free hand seeks your tit, squeezing your nipple. Too many sensations at the same time, pleasure swirls in your lower belly as his lips close over your clit and he sucks hard. You can't stop trembling, your legs want to close but he holds you in place as you cum in his mouth and are about to fall to the floor.

Panting hard, you slowly regain your composure, Justin gets up from the floor, wiping his lips. Your gazes meet and he shows you your panties.

"These are mine now." He tells you and adjusting his pants, he leaves.

**

It's not the only night Justin shows up looking for you. After your first meeting, it becomes almost a regular occurrence. The first few hours are spent working, you take care of the more heavy and hard things, after a few hours, the blond appears through the door and neither of you need to say anything, you close the entrance and lose yourselves among the shelves of the warehouse. While you hold on to the shelves and he fucks you giving you some spanking, countless dirty words come out of your mouths, but when it's all over, neither of you have anything else to say, Justin gets dressed, takes a souvenir, and you go back to your work feeling more relaxed or so tired that you really don't even know what you're doing.

It's been several weeks since all that started. Justin walks in, as he does every night, through the door, chews his lip hard and frowns slightly. He walks to the counter, discovering your partner, Molly, there.

"Hi, Justin, how can I help you?"

"Where's your coworker?" He asks trying to sound neutral. "Has she changed shifts?"

"Oh, no, she left." She explains and Justin frowns harder. "She was covering the night shift because she needed the money, she's been awarded a scholarship to college and she left." She says smiling, proud of you.

"College? Do you know if...she's coming back?"

"I highly doubt it, she hated this town." She sighs and looks at him apologetically. "Sorry, Justin, maybe if you weren't such a dick, you'd meet a real nice girl."

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The End.

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I hope you liked it!!

See you in the next stories!!

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I lovvvvveeee your story Old Haunts and get so excited when I see updates. It’s one of those stories that make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. You’re such a talented writer and I just wanted to let you know your stories literally make my day!! ♥️

For the ask: 🥺🤡💖💞🤲

Oh my goodness! 🥹🥹🥹 Thank you so much! You’ve made my whole day! ♥️♥️♥️

And thank you for all the asks! This has been so fun!

🥺 - “Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in the feels?” Is this in canon or fan fiction writing, I wonder??? Both? I’ll go with tropes that get me in general. I get really swoony for comfort in whatever form that comes. Hurt/Comfort is my jam! When characters are in mental/emotional/physical peril and someone just holds them, or listens to them, or encourages them… ugh I melt to the floor!

🤡 - “What’s a line, scene, or exchange you’ve written that’s made you laugh?” I don’t laugh out loud too much with my writing, but I’ve been next to wheezing for more than one scene with Eddie and Maggie. When she banishes Eddie to the “boy bed”, jumping on Eddie’s head while he’s sleeping, when he tries to sneak her into Steve’s RV, etc. Maggie honestly always cracks me up!

💖 - “What made you start writing?” I honestly don’t know in general, I’ve been journaling and writing for as long I can remember. But, for fic writing… I’m pretty sure my earliest fan fiction was Avatar: The Last Airbender (Zutara forever lol) and usually, like most fic writers, I just started writing stories if I didn’t like the way a story ended or I wanted more of something that I felt was lacking… Ships were a big driving force to that. It was so fun to just recreate or rewrite characters and stories I loved.

💞 - “Who is your comfort character?” Presently, Eddie Munson and Chrissy Cunningham. They’re so soft and cozy! I live in the forest scene 💚🧡🖤

🤲 - “Would you please share a snippet of a WIP?” How about a little bit of the long awaited prequel to “Old Haunts”? Working title is “The Vanishing of Chrissy Cunningham.” It’s my Chrissy Lives AU/Season 4 Rewrite:

“Can’t help but notice the freshies are acting a little skittish today. You know anything about that?”

He doesn’t. “Probably scared shitless since I’m about to annihilate you all in a TPK tonight.” Eddie muses casually, straightening with a frown when a little folded paper flutters like a butterfly into his face, falling to the floor from his locker.

It’s very much not his, tinted slightly pink with red journal lines. Curious, he bends down to pick it up.

It’s a little early in the day for requests. Still, it is Friday, he supposes.

Gareth is still going on about something, some concern about the campaign, but he isn’t listening as he unfolds it.

I would like to buy from you.

-Chrissy Cunningham

Locker 197

It’s written in neat cursive with a blue fountain pen.

He stares at it for almost a full minute, brows furrowing together, his palms beginning to sweat like he’s back in fucking Middle School.

Well… that sure as hell doesn’t make any sense.

Spastically he shoots his head up, looking around, eyes wild as he slams his locker shut to get it out of his line of sight. Pulse racing, he searches the sea of students moving through the halls to their next class.

He finds her.

She’s just there across the way, her back is to him, hair tied up in a neat little ponytail with a large green scrunchie. She’s tucked up tightly under Carver, his hand resting casually on her hip as he yuks it up with one of the other meatheads. She’s almost lost in the sea of green and orange surrounding her.

As if feeling his gaze, she glances over her shoulder, her big timid eyes locking with his.

Eddie swallows thickly, his throat suddenly dry.

For a moment he can’t hear anything at all, the world is slow, hazy, silent.

He tilts his head at her slightly, mouth parting in question.

She then blinks slowly at him as if to nod and his heart skips a beat.

There’s no mistake. No trick.

It’s from her.

She looks away just as quickly when Carver reclaims her attention. She mumbles something in reply to him and they move on down the hall together. She spares him one last anxious glance before being swallowed up whole by her royal entourage.

“Dude, you good?” Gareth mutters, realizing he definitely missed something, looking around to see what has his attention.

Eddie blinks, waking up from the spell with a tremor, shoving the note in his pocket hurriedly.

“What’s going on?” Gareth wonders aloud, eyes back on him.

Eddie stares off in her direction one last time, shouldering his bag. “The hell if I know.” he replies, a bemused half smile involuntarily curling at the corner of his lips.

…

His leg bounces without stopping all through Trig. He’s not listening to a word Cussler is saying. He’s way too keyed up.

I would like to buy from you.

Chrissy Cunningham.

Chrissy fucking Cunningham wants to meet with him to buy drugs.

Trying and failing to work out her sudden interest in recreational activities, his pen moves on its own over his notebook paper, telling her where to find him, what time. He jots down directions to the old abandoned picnic table behind the school, quite sure there’s no way in hell she’s been back there before.

He’s done this hundreds of times, for every rank of the student body, but still his hand is shaking way more than usual as he writes.

Calm the fuck down, he tells that juvenile part of himself he has proactively tried to kill and bury throughout the years.

That part of him that is way too giddy about this whole damn thing. About seeing her, talking to her.

She just wants weed. It’s just a deal.

It’s been years since he spoke actual words to her. She probably thinks what everyone else thinks of him. That he’s a lowlife. Trailer trash. A freak.

“How do I look?” he asks her. “Metal?”

“…Is Metal good?” she tilts her head, hand still holding his chin. He grins.

“Metal is the best.”

The prettiest smile he has ever seen suddenly blooms across her face. “Then yeah, totally Metal!”

The memory clashes violently against his suspicions, but he shoves it aside.

That was eight fucking years ago.

When the bell rings, he quickly phases into the halls, the note tucked safely in his sleeve. He’s got to do this just right.

Slipping it in her locker is not a risk he’s willing to take with all the jocks hovering around her all day.

He knows she passes him near the water fountain on his way to English Lit. They’ve passed one another there everyday for the whole semester. He wonders if she knows that too, because her shaky eyes lock on him the moment she comes into view, just like before.

And Christ, she’s pretty.

He levels his gaze with hers, raising his brows, inclining his chin slightly toward her.

A subtle signal. One she thankfully receives.

Carefully she wades towards him through the flow of students, and his heart rate rises to a concerning rate. He has to be fast. He can only imagine the backlash if someone sees. For him. For her. Luckily the halls are crowded like they usually are this time a day.

That and she’s walking alone for once.

When their shoulders brush, he pulls the note from his sleeve with his middle and ring finger and presses it into her palm, feeling her fingers curl around it, soft, featherlight.

A jolt of electricity travels up his arm at the touch of her skin, making his fist clench tightly as he quickens his pace. She’s already well past him.

He doesn’t dare glance back.

[tranzfalgar]

okay it’s time for some stardew valley headcanons for the bachelor/ette(s) so let’s GOOOO

Alex:

- he always awakes before his grandparents, and on warmer days he’ll go down to the beach to watch the sunrise.

- friends with elliot! the two of them sit on the side of the dock sometimes and just chat about life.

- knows how to make cookies, as evelyn taught him when he was a bit younger

- wary of the saloon, as he doesn’t really like the smell of alcohol and only goes into it if he’s forced to!

- if you marry him, he can and will pick you up randomly to surprise you while you’re working!

- if married, he will “bench press” your kids once they become toddlers, and it always makes them giggle

- hates the winter and gets cold really easily. on the first day of fall he’s already bundled up wanting it to be summer again.

Elliot:

- willy is like a father to him. the two of them sit on the docks and watch the fish swim by together

- sometimes he’ll braid his hair, and leah will bring flowers from the forest and weave them into his hair.

- has a rlly pretty singing voice, and likes to record piano covers in his spare time

- if you marry him and the two of u have kids, he’ll always braid their hair in the morning and tuck flowers behind their ears.

- he brings home fresh fish he caught and makes himself dinner every night. that’s why he’s an excellent cook.

- has actually caught a legendary fish before!

- his eyes change color, they can go from blue to green to brown in the same day. people call them the “prismatic shard of eyes”

Harvey:

- he’s so clumsy that sometimes he’ll even trip over air. due to this, he has little bruises all over his knees and elbows.

- his favorite animals are birds. sometimes he’ll go outside and just give them some bird seed. he loves watching them fly around.

- not only is he fascinated with planes, but he’s also fascinated with the weather. as a kid he used to watch the weather channel, and he dreamed of becoming a weatherman.

- when he needs to focus really hard, he’ll pull his hair back with a headband

- him and his mother were and still are very close, and he writes letters to her at least once a week

- he cannot cook to save his life, but he’s an incredible baker! will make you little treats if you’re friends or married

- he always wears a wristwatch, but the time is always 6 minutes behind. he likes it because it has a plane engraved into the side against his wrist.

Sam:

- he had adhd, and his stims include flapping his hands, tapping his foot and strumming his guitar

- he has a beautiful singing voice, think like wilbur soot but a bit more high pitched?

- the reason he likes cactus fruit so much is because he just plants them and lets them grow. he loves succulents because they don’t give him an allergic reaction!

- cannot play video games for shit. sebastian and abigail have banned him from multi-player games because he just sucks so bad.

- love language is acts of service, simply because he likes singing for people he cares about and doing little things for them!

- if you marry him, he will bring his guitar into the coop and/or barn and sing to the animals. they have learned to run over a greet him, since they love his singing.

- his hair is actually curly, but you’re unable to tell due to how much he gels and straightens his hair.

- has mastered the art of the puppy dog eyes

Sebastian:

- loves the hell out of halloween, but is scared of literally everything. he nearly cried watching a horror movie with sam and abigail.

- really good with a slingshot! so if he were to go into the mines, he would wreck some monsters shit with his slingshot skills

- he had glow in the dark stars on his ceiling, but removed them. he used to love the stars and space, but came to resent them because it was his sisters thing.

- he like…irl blushes. like an anime character. when he’s embarrassed, upset, flustered, his face will go all pink. everyone picks on him for it.

- has/had a crush on most of the towns singles. he is a bisexual disaster and secretly a romantic so….take from that what you will.

- a natural born ginger, but dyes his hair. he also has freckles on his nose! and he has an eyebrow slit because of a scar!!

- for some stupid reason, he takes really good care of his hands? like he always makes sure they don’t get calloused, and his nails are always painted black, despite using his hands all the time for work.

Shane:

- he cannot cook. he burned pasta noodles because he didn’t know you had to put water in the pan.

- he still has a chicken plushie from when he was a baby, and it still sits on his bed. and if he cuddles with it at night? no one needs to know.

- has a huge birthmark on his side shaped like a heart

- really good at mixology, so i think that when joja gets shut down, shane works at the saloon and makes the drinks while gus cooks. he adds a whole new section on the menu!

- friends with sebastian. they paint each other’s nails from time to time, or sit in the rain together and just talk.

- kinda strong as hell? he lifts boxes in joja for work, as well as carrying around jas, so i’m assuming he could just….pick the farmer and his friends up?

- he has the most contagious laugh, it used to be a rare sound, but now that it’s a pretty common occurrence, shane makes people laugh all the time with his own laugh.

Abigail:

- buff. she is buff as hell. her and alex work out together sometimes, since she expressed a desire for adventure. she has picked up sam and sebastian with no warning and thrown them into the ocean

- can talk to animals due to her being the daughter of the wizard! so sometimes she’ll go to marnies farm and just chat with the cows or something

- if she sees a tree, she WILL climb it. she loves it so much, it’s just so adrenaline inducing for her.

- her and sebastian tried to go into the mines before but sam stopped them because it wouldn’t have been very safe. they were all 14.

- trying to learn to play the ukulele with a little help from sam. it’s frustrating, but she really likes the sound of it, and she’s determined as hell.

- absolutely cracked at any and all video games he plays. mario kart? she will kick your ass. animal crossing? her island has 5 stars. pokémon? she always wins. you can’t stop her, she’s too powerful.

- she has glasses, but prefers contacts, since glasses would get in the way of her adventuring.

Emily:

- not only can she sew, but she also makes her own soaps and candles! any form of creation she adores.

- loves flowers, and has a lot of little potted ones in her room. she raises them, gives them little names and personalities, and then brings them to sandy and tells her all about each flower

- she can roller skate, and it’s her preferred method of transportation. she can do a bunch of fun tricks as well!

- has an eyebrow slit

- making cute little baskets of homemade gifts is her favorite thing to do for her friends. sometimes she’ll just leave them on their doorsteps for no reason other than she wants to!

- can SPRINT in heels. like even 6 inch heels she can just RUN and it scares everyone who sees it.

- she loves the sounds of birds chirping in the morning, and she’s able to identify the name of the bird by its chirping and calls

Haley:

- is able to perfectly crack and drink from coconuts. that’s why she loves them so much.

- has the worst sense of direction. she’s lucky she lives in a small town, or she’d get lost all the time

- the spring is her favorite time of year, simply because she loves to capture life coming back in those spring months. baby animals, blooming flowers, her friends on the beach or just chilling in the sun, all of it

- her most prized possession is the very first picture her and emily took as kids on their parents polaroid. it’s taped to her mirror

- has a little beauty mark under her lip, but it normally isn’t visible due to being covered with makeup!

- she’s able to do her own nails! this is because she is ambidextrous, yet she doesn’t know, because it’s never been brought up

- she fucking LOVES learning about and identifying plants, trees and flowers. she knows so many it’s crazy. she has a great memory.

Leah:

- resident true crime enthusiast and ghost hunter. she drags elliot with her around town to go hunting for ghosts. they also watch documentaries together!

- has a bunch of little scars on her hands from her artwork

- to get inspiration for works, she’ll go on walks at different times of the day, different seasons, different routes, and she’ll turn each walk into a work of art. depending on all the environment and those who she runs into, each piece is vastly different.

- animals love her, and will sometimes just follow her around for no reason. she doesn’t mind at all, she kinda loves it.

- friends with emily. they are currently teaching each other their own forms of art, since they love learning from each other!

- really good at dancing, she’ll dance while she’s working on projects and she’ll hum a song to herself

- her favorite statue was created after she went on a walk, ran into abigail, and the two of them went swimming in the ocean and stayed there as the sun set and the stars came out. she has a little crush on abigail.

Maru:

- her hair is ALWAYS tied up, it’s impossible for her to work if her hair is in her eyes

- when she was a kid she wanted to be an astronaut, because she loves the stars, but she found she prefers the science and math behind it all

- she pierced her own ears, she has little star earrings!

- watches cartoons and geeks out about them with penny when they meet up in town!

- for some odd reason, she is terrified of butterflies. no one who knows her, or even maru herself have ANY idea why, but she will run away if she sees one.

- her favorite memory was the one night her and sebastian stayed up really late as kids and snuck outside to look at the stars (back when sebastian still loved them) and they ended up seeing a meteor shower

- she presses flowers as a hobby, and just keeps them in a little notebook alongside her ideas for projects and gadgets.

Penny:

- while she’s cleaning her and pam’s home, she finds herself singing to herself. she has yet to be caught by anyone

- each day, her hair is done ever-so-slightly different. each morning, she likes to change it up, and sometimes jas or vincent will give her something to put in her hair

- also interested in ghosts, will occasionally join elliot and leah on their adventures

- she is naturally really warm, so she doesn’t have to bundle up as much during the winter. the kids cling to her because she’s like a human space heater

- has a bit of a geeky side, and she loves to watch cartoons a lot. when she can find the time, she always watches them. they being her lots of comfort.

- has a small scar on her side from when she tripped over as a child onto something sharp. she likes it because with two freckles, it makes a little smiley face

- loves the water and the feeling of sea wind in her hair. she secretly wants to learn to drive a boat, so she can feel that wind in her hair whenever she wants.

[emeraldiis]

Falling for a God

A/N: Forgot to properly post/format this fic, so here ya go ya filthy animals (ok but i wrote it so I’m filthier)

AO3 Link

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 7.1k

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Summary: “Tell me, does being touched by a god make you nervous? I can feel you quivering, are you afraid?” Loki pauses, then leans down until his lips are almost touching your ear. “Or is that arousal I sense?”You have a huge crush on Loki, there's lots of sexual tension, y'all fuck. That's the plot.

“Nat,” you whine. “I feel like you’re not even listening.” You prance to the front of her, spinning around to walk backwards.

Natasha rolls her eyes. “Wow, are you sure you aren’t pyschic?” She keeps up her brisk pace, and you nearly trip over yourself trying to keep up.

“That’s so rude!” You exclaim, but can’t hold back a giggle. Despite her cold demeanor, you know that Nat is just messing with you. Shooting a quick glance backwards, you decide that your path is clear, and return your gaze to your friend. “You’ll tell me if I’m about to run into something, right?”

With a wry grin, Natasha gives you a thumbs up. You beam at her. “Anyway,”  you continue. “I started watching this new TV show last night, and it is so, totally awesome. There’s this guy, and he has these badass powers, and he’s fighting this girl, and she has-”

Thump.

A small oof escapes from your mouth as your back collides with something solid. You pitch forward in surprise, and yelp as you try to stabilize yourself before you fall. Large, warm hands grab your waist, tightening around you to keep you from toppling over. You sigh in relief as your frantic heart slows to a normal rhythm. “Wow, thanks,” you say, and spin around to reveal the identity of your saviour.

Piercing blue eyes meet yours, and your breath catches in your throat. “Careful, pet,” Loki murmurs softly, a sly grin spreading across his lips. His hands slide off of your waist, making contact with the sliver of skin between your shorts and your top on the way. An involuntary shiver creeps up your spine, and you bite your lip.

The reaction doesn’t go unnoticed by the ever-perceptive trickster, and his eyes flash with surprise. “Are my hands really that cold?” Loki teases. “Perhaps you could help me warm them up.” His tone is playful, but there’s something deeper underneath his banter that makes you think he’s actually flirting.

You can tell that your cheeks are red, and you choose not to respond to Loki’s question in fear of making an even bigger fool of yourself. A stammered apology tumbles from your lips, and you look back towards Natasha with a look of betrayal. She grins and shrugs. “I forgot to warn you. Oops.” Your mouth drops open. That scheming little devil. She knows about your crush on Loki, and she still allows you to make a fool out of yourself?

Your interactions with Loki were sparse, to say the least. Aside from a few casual conversations in a group, you had barely even talked to him. Still, he captivated you from the very first day he arrived at the compound. He was exactly your type; tall, dark, and brooding. Aside from Thor, most everyone gave Loki a wide berth, hesitant to forget the battle for New York. You, however, didn’t see a villain. You saw pain behind those blue eyes, and could empathize with Loki’s behavior. You knew all too well that it hurt to live in someone’s shadow, and sometimes acting out was a cry for help. Granted, Loki’s outbursts were far more drastic than yours had ever been, but it was more or less the same on a base level. And, the fact that he constantly had a witty remark on the tip of his tongue never ceased to entertain you. The man liked to hear himself talk, and damn, so did you.

It takes you a second to realize that you’ve been staring. You clear your throat awkwardly and look to the floor, eager to hide your discomfort. “Um, thank you for catching me,” you manage. When you look back up, Loki is wearing an odd expression. His pretty eyes are narrowed, searching your face. The scrutiny only embarasses you further. “Well, see you around!” WIth that, you dart around Loki and scurry off. Natasha follows you, snickering softly.

When you reach the common area, you plop yourself down on the couch and groan, throwing an arm over your face. Natasha sits down beside you. “Smooth,” she says, drawing out the word obnoxiously.

You remove your arm from over your eyes and give Natasha a withering look. “So not funny.”

Nat positively cackles at that. “Oh, come on,” she says. “He’d be an idiot to not at least have a thing for you, I mean, you’re smoking! ” She looks you up and down. “Nice rack, too.”

A giggle bursts from your lips. “Nat. Oh, my god. Stop objectifying me.”

Shaking her head, Natasha replies, “Me, objectify? I would never.”

That earns her an eye roll from you. “Sure. Anyway, can we please change the subject? I’m sick of talking about my embarrassing Loki crush.”

“What does ‘crush’ mean?”

You freeze. Now that was a distinct voice. “Thor,” you choke out. “When did you get here?”

Thor walks up behind the couch and swings himself over the back, making the poor piece of furniture creak in protest. He settles next to you, effectively sandwiching you between him and Natasha. “Just long enough to hear you discussing my brother. Now, will you please enlighten me on this strange Midgardian term?”

Before you can shut him down, Nat pipes up from the other end of the sofa. “It means she likes him. Romantically. Sexually. ”

The temptation to throw yourself onto the floor wailing is high. Instead, you opt to beg for your life. Still embarrassing, but slightly more productive than throwing a tantrum. “Nat!” You screech. You turn to Thor with pleading eyes. “Please, don’t say anything to him.”

Thor furrows his eyebrows. “What an odd expression. You’d think that the word “crush’ would be associated with something negative.” He places a big hand on your thigh. “If what Lady Natahsa says is true, then why would you not tell my brother? He is quite vain, you know. I’m sure he would be delighted to know that a beautiful woman is attracted to him!”

You groan and bury your face in your hands. These Asgardians will be the death of you. “It’s not that simple, Thor. What if he rejects me? I’d never be able to show my face around him again!”

There’s a pause, and then Thor asks you in a much gentler tone, “It seems as though you care for Loki a great deal more than you are letting on. Are you really afraid of embarrassment, or is it the heartbreak you fear?”

You’re glad that your hands are covering your face, because the way the color drains out of it at Thor’s question would have given you away. “No,” you mumble through your fingers. But he’s right, you do care for Loki more than you’d ever admit. His image ran through your head at night when you were trying to sleep, and his voice was what came to mind when your fingers were between your legs and you were pretending they were-

You rub at your eyes, then look up at Thor in desperation. “Please, if you really care about me as a friend, you’ll keep this secret.” You shoot a look at Natasha. “You, too. I may not be able to take Thor in a fight, but I could kick your ass.” You know you sound like a pathetic teenager, but you’re past the point of caring. You were perfectly happy admiring Loki from afar, and didn’t want to get your hopes up just to be met with shame.

Natasha scoffs. “As if.” Before she can continue. Thor holds up his hand.

“Lady Natasha, I believe we should stay out of this. I have done a great deal of meddling in my brother’s life, and I’ve learned that even the best intentions can cause disaster when Loki is involved.

“Thank you, Thor,” you say gratefully, relief evident in your voice. With a tired sigh, you hoist yourself up from the couch and turn to face your friends. “Well, I think I’ve had enough excitement for today. I’m going to hibernate, see you next spring.”

Natasha giggles and blows you a kiss goodbye while Thor scrunches up his face in confusion at your joke. Oh, well. Maybe he’d understand Midgardian humor one day.

*

Thunder rages outside your window while you toss and turn. You roll over to glance at your clock, and scowl when it flashes “3AM.” Giving up on the prospect of sleep, you opt for creeping to the kitchen for a midnight snack. Your bare feet pad down the carpet, and you shiver slightly at the cold air of the hall. Goosebumps rise on your bare legs and you start to regret your decision not to put on pants.

To get to the kitchen, you have to walk through the common area, and for a moment you linger just outside the entryway. There’s a soft glow coming from the corner of the room, and you mentally groan, hoping it’s one of the female inhabitants of the compound. You weren’t too excited at the idea of walking past one of the guys in just a sleep shirt and underwear. Still, your mission for food is not one you’re willing to give up on. Taking a deep breath, you step out of the hallway and into the room. And nearly pass out.

Across the room, perched in one of the loveseats, is Loki. He’s sitting with his legs curled underneath him, thumbing through a book. You consider darting back into the safety of the hall, but you’re too late. Loki has already noticed you, and is now staring far too intently for your liking. Suddenly feeling very exposed, you tug on the hem of your shirt, trying to pull it further down your legs. “Sorry to disturb you,” you whisper, afraid to break the deafening silence. Loki raises an eyebrow at you, then turns back to his book. You aren’t sure if you’re relieved or disappointed when his gaze leaves you.

Not wanting to linger in the entryway any longer, you make your way across the room, keeping your eyes down. As you pass Loki, a loud clap of thunder booms outside, and already being on edge, you yelp. Startled from the deafening sound in an otherwise quiet room, you stagger, falling backwards onto the loveseat. Right next to Loki. The sofa is small, and in your splayed out position, you’re almost half on top of the god.

Loki flinches away, and you immediately begin to apologize. “I am so sorry. I don’t know what happened, I guess I just lost my footing. Did I hurt you?” As you talk, you push yourself off of Loki and cower into the other side of the loveseat. Some more rational part of your brain urges you to get up, give him some more space, but you don’t listen. As embarrassed as you are, you’re not quite ready to give up this closeness to the object of your affection.

With a huff, Loki straightens himself and gives you a cool look. “You did not hurt me, mortal. I was simply surprised.” Then, having composed himself, he smirks and sets his book on the end table beside him. “I suppose it is only natural to have weak knees in the presence of a god.”

The comment lightens the mood, and you find yourself relaxing next to him. “You’re right, Thor’s thunder does make me a tad unsteady.”

At that, Loki stiffens, obviously having not expected you to return his teasing. For a brief moment, you feel proud. Then, something changes in his expression, and he scoots closer to you. His hand finds your bare thigh, and the contact sends butterflies through your stomach. Loki senses your restlessness and gives you a predatory grin. “Is that so? Are you telling me that this,” he squeezes your thigh, and you gasp. “Doesn’t make you feel...faint?” His voice is low, and he almost purrs the last few words.

You fight hard to keep your breathing even, not wanting to give away just how flustered you are. The heavy weight of his hand feels heavenly, and you can feel your panties grow damp. God, you hope he can’t smell it.

This predatory tone is so much different than the playful teasing that you usually receive from Loki. You’ve never seen his blue eyes so dark, and the unfamiliarity of it all tightens your stomach.

Taking your silence as a challenge, Loki presses himself even closer to you. His fingers creep up your leg, closer to your underwear. “Tell me, does being touched by a god make you nervous? I can feel you quivering, are you afraid?” Loki pauses, then leans down until his lips are almost touching your ear. “Or is that arousal I sense?”

Fuck. A full body shiver skates across your skin, and despite your best efforts, a small moan breaks free from your throat. Loki’s hand feels like a brand on your thigh, sending waves of heat up your body. The warmth pools between your legs, and you can’t help but shift a bit. Knowing that your panties are the only barrier between your soaking heat and the sofa, you arch your hips ever so slightly to keep from soiling the cushion.

Of course, your small movements don’t go unnoticed. Loki’s eyes are hooded as they rake across your bare legs, and you can hear his breathing get a bit heavier. He looks up at you, pupils dilated. “Oh, pet, look at you. Barely even touched, and already-”

He’s cut off by the sound of footsteps echoing through the hall, headed in your direction. Loki curses softly and reluctantly draws his hand away, then moves as far away as the small sofa allows. Your skin aches at the loss of contact.

The interrupting stranger’s footsteps approach the entrance to the common room, then carry on past. You let out the breath you didn’t know you’d been holding, thankful that you wouldn’t have to explain anything. Something tells you that, while there’s nothing going on now, sitting with Loki in the middle of the night might raise a few eyebrows.

You and Loki are alone again, but the moment has passed. Whatever spell that had overcome the two of you is gone, and all that’s left is a quiet room and a dim light. “I apologize, I believe I have overstepped,” Loki says, and for the first time, he sounds...unsure. His voice has lost that arrogant confidence that it normally carries, and he sounds like a child that has just been caught stealing cookies from the jar.

You bite your lip and risk a glance at Loki. He’s still pressed against the opposite arm of the loveseat, and is avoiding your eyes. Without the atmosphere of desire from before, now you just feel...awkward. Sighing softly, you rise to your feet and make your way to the hallway. You pause briefly in the entryway, and breathe out a “goodnight, Loki.” You don’t wait for a response, instead turning and trudging back towards your room.

As you flop back down in bed, you replay the night’s events over in your mind. It almost feels like a dream, and you’re having trouble believing that Loki, the God of Mischief, had actually come on to you. It didn’t seem plausible. You’re just a plain mortal, nothing special, no powers. Sure, your combat skills could rival Natasha’s, but besides that, you can’t find anything about yourself that would attract a god.

Eventually, you decide that maybe Loki was just horny, and you were in the right place at the right time. You did walk out without pants on, after all. No matter the reasoning, you know not to expect a repeat occurrence, given how regretful he had seemed afterwards. Tears brim in your eyes as the reality of the situation hits you; Loki regrets touching you. It seems that your crush was one-sided, and even though you weren’t surprised, that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.

*

Things are tense around the compound. You creep around corners, terrified of accidentally finding yourself in the same room as Loki. And it seems that Loki is taking the same precautions, because you haven’t even seen a glimpse of him since that night. The ache in your heart from his rejection still keeps you up at night, and you still find yourself pining over him like a lovesick idiot.

Ever the observer, Natasha catches on quickly. “Are you really still embarrassed about bumping into Loki?” She asks after cornering you in the kitchen. “You’re not acting like yourself, and it is beyond obvious something is bothering you.”

You groan at her around a mouthful of a granola bar. “Are you really still thinking about it?” You counter.

Nat rolls her eyes. “Please, it’s hard to pretend it didn’t happen when you’re playing this stupid cat and mouse game. I see you check every room for him, I can’t believe you even care that much. He barely even touched you!”

A piece of your snack shoots down your throat with your gasp. You double over, wheezing and coughing. Natasha slaps a hand on your back, sighing. When you finally catch your breath, you glare at Nat. “Yeah, maybe that’s the issue.”

You immediately regret your words as a fire lights itself in Natasha’s eyes. “Want me to help?”

“Nat, hold on. No thanks-”

“Shush, trust me!” To your dismay, Natasha is already on her way out of the kitchen when she finishes hushing you. You whimper out a half-baked protest, but your friend is long gone by the time the words leave your mouth. Fuck, you’re so screwed.

LIfe  was very quickly becoming a stressful game of hide and seek. You’d resorted to spending most of the day in your room, hoping to avoid Loki, and more importantly, Natasha. You’re not sure what she has planned, but it can’t be anything good. As weeks pass by with no incident, however, you begin to drop your guard. Maybe she’s taking pity on you.

It’s around noon when you get the text. It’s an all caps message from Nat, pleading with you to at least hear her out before saying no.

That’s a terrifying text. I’m listening.

Nat: I may have bragged my way into a drinking contest with Thor, and I need a teammate to make it fair.

You want to try and outdrink Thor????

Nat: I want US to outdrink him. I convinced him that it’d be more balanced if it was 2 to 1.

You owe me.

Nat: :)

It was a terrible idea, but maybe a nice night of getting hammered is just what you need to break you out of your funk. Despite your initial reluctance, you find yourself getting excited. You hadn’t really relaxed in ages, this would be a good thing.

As the hours pass, you start to get nervous. It’s been so long since you’ve gotten properly drunk, and you seriously doubt you’ll be able to keep up with even Natasha. Still, a promise is a promise, and you have far too much pride to chicken out now.

The clock reaches nine o’clock, and you sigh. Showtime. Before leaving your suite, you set several glasses of water and a bottle of Advil on your nightstand. If you’re going to fuck over your future self, you might as well try to ease her pain. You take a deep breath and spare a glance over at the mirror against your bedroom wall. You had opted for something comfy, but cute; an emerald green dress that stopped just above your mid-thigh, and fell off of one shoulder effortlessly.

Okay, so maybe you had wanted to get a tiny bit dressed up. You’re sure Nat will tease you for it, but sometimes a girl just wants to feel pretty.

A bit breathless from those pre-competition nerves--yes, a drinking contest was that serious--you make your way to the kitchen. As you round the corner, you stop dead in your tracks. Sitting at the bar Tony had insisted on installing, is Nat and Thor, of course. But next to them, perched delicately on one of the stools, is Loki. He wears a look of disdain, as if this entire competition is beneath him. You hope he can’t tell how badly you want to be beneath him.

Natasha gives you a wicked grin as Thor waves you over, his smile far more innocent-looking than Nat’s, though you’re sure he had a part in this. Cursing your terrible friends under your breath, and yourself for falling for it, you trudge over. Naturally, the only stool left is the one on the end, directly next to Loki. You gingerly hoist yourself up and slide onto the seat.

You stubbornly keep your eyes on the counter, not daring to even glance up at Loki. It’s obvious from the way he’s angling himself away from you and towards his brother that he’s regretting that night, and doesn’t want to be near you. You don’t blame him, humans must seem like animals compared to gods. The reality is that you were a mistake to him, and you just needed to accept that and move past.

Breaking the awkward silence, Thor produces a jug of what looks like beer from god knows where. He grins and gestures to it grandly. As he opens his mouth to speak, you cut him off. “Hold up! I thought this was two against one? Loki being here makes it unfair.”

Natasha rolls her eyes at you. “Yeah, I may have bent the truth to get you to come out. It’s teams of two, but we have a handicap. Our drinks and shots count as twice the actual amount, and they’ll be drinking Asgardian mead. So,” She smirks. “No more complaints, let’s do this shit.”

You swallow nervously at the mention of shots. You could hold your liquor fairly well, but you and shots had...history. Nat knew how touchy you got when you were drunk, and how much of an oversharer you tended to be. Though you have to admit that her plan is almost flawless, you’re still unimpressed with her shenanigans. She’s pretty much set you up to embarrass yourself.

You twiddle your thumbs in your seat as Natasha grabs a bottle of Svedka from behind the bar and begins to pour the beginning drinks. Following her lead, Thor pops open his jug and splits it between two large glasses, then passes one to Loki, who sighs in apparent boredom. He shoots you an unreadable look, then grabs one of the shot glasses that Natasha filled and slides it your way.

With a mumbled “thanks,’ you gingerly take the glass, and look at Nat and Thor. Thor raises his glass. “May the better warriors win!” He announces, then tips back his glass. You roll your eyes at the word choice, but bring the shot glass to your lips and throw your head back. The liquor goes down rough, but you manage to keep your poker face and grit your teeth against any retches.

“The lady can drink!” Thor bellows, wiping at his face.

You shrug, wanting the spotlight off of you. “Um, I went to college?”

Before Thor can question you, Natasha cuts in. “Hello? I took it just as well, where’s my applause?”

“Natasha, you are not a lady,” Loki deadpans. Nat glares and pours herself another shot in response, throwing back the second one just as easily as she had the first. She then points at you. You can’t help the laugh that bubbles up. Despite everything, Loki was still Loki, and he still had your heart. It seems that the tension between you and Loki dissolves after you laugh at his quip, and he relaxes his stiff posture.

You sigh in relief and reach for the bottle to refill your own glass. This time, it goes down easier. That is, until the burns travels past your stomach, right down to between your legs. You squirm in place at the unexpected burst of arousal. Still, you should have been ready for it. Alcohol has always gotten you a little worked up. It was your mistake to believe you could fight it.

Despite the setback, you keep up with your teammate as the night goes on. Shot after shot, broken up by the easy conversation that emerges as the liquor continues to flow.

You’re not sure when the competition was forgotten, but you soon find yourself splayed on the couch next to Loki, laughing hysterically at some story he’s just finished telling about Thor in his youth. You look over at him, hazily trying to center your double vision to properly admire the god. His cheeks are flushed red from the alcohol, and he looks more relaxed than you’ve ever seen him.

Loki glances over, catching you staring, but you’re far too intoxicated to be embarrassed. Instead, you hold your gaze, waiting for a reaction. Loki smirks, then eyes his brother with annoyance.

“Brother,” he says, voice a lazy drawl. “I believe we’ve won this contest, wouldn’t you say?”

Thor cocks his head, then widens his eyes in understanding. “Oh, certainly! In fact, I think it would be necessary for me to walk you back to your quarters, Natasha.”

Natasha begins to protest, but it dies on her lips as her gaze flickers between you and Loki. “What a gentleman,” she purrs, only swaying slightly when she rises from her seat. “Lead the way.” Taking his outstretched hand, Natasha stumbles down the hall with Thor, giggling excitedly.

Now that it’s just the two of you, you expect things to get awkward, but find that you’re still just as comfortable. “Well, I guess I have to bow to the drinking champ,” you slur, sitting up to give a half hearted bow.

Loki throws his head back and laughs. “You,” he manages between snorts, “are far more fun to be around than most others on this planet.”

You scoff and wave your hand dismissively. “You’re only saying that ‘cause I bowed to you.” Chewing on your lip, you let your eyes drift back over to Loki. In your drunken haze, he just looks so...comfy. Before you realize what you’re doing, you slide over to lean up against him. Loki’s surprisingly warm, and you sigh contentedly, letting your mind wander back to how his hand felt running up your thigh.

The arousal from earlier that you had forgotten about rears its head, turning your sigh into a shaky exhale that is not at all subtle. The air feels thick, just like it had on that one stormy night, and you press yourself closer to Loki, unable to resist how good his body feels against yours.

Loki freezes for a moment, then seems to force himself to relax into you. His arm snakes around you until he’s holding you comfortably against his side. For one brief moment, you start to wonder if this is a good idea, given how things had ended in the past, but the intoxicated part of your brain tells the sober part to go fuck herself, and then you’re speaking without thinking. “Do you want to walk me to bed?”

Oh, shit. You can’t believe that just came out of your mouth. A wave of sobering panic hits you, and you untangle yourself from Loki and shoot up from the couch. Before you can flee, however, a pale hand grabs hold of your arm, stopping you in place.

Loki gets up, then moves his grip from your wrist to your hand. “I think that is a lovely idea. Allow me?” With the hand that isn’t holding yours, he gestures toward the hall. Well, that was unexpected. You try not to giggle in child-like excitement, and instead nod hurriedly.

Your heart speeds up at the feel of his hand in yours, and you start off down the hall, letting Loki pull you towards your suite. Caught up in trying to navigate the titling floor, you don’t notice that you’re being led the wrong way until the two of you come to a stop at a door that definitely does not belong to you. You look up at Loki in confusion. “This isn’t my room.”

“I know,” Loki growls, then opens the door and whirls you both inside. When you’ve recovered from the swift movement, you manage to pull away from Loki’s grip.

“What-what’s going on?” You say, attempting to sound stern. Loki stalks towards you. Instinctively, you back up, until you’re pressed against the wall with Loki boxing you in.

Loki presses his hands to the wall on either side of your head and sneers at you. “What’s going on?” He mocks. “I’ve craved your body under mine since long before our little nighttime meeting, and I have run out of patience for games.” He leans in and presses a kiss to your neck, grazing you with his teeth. Just like before, his playfulness has given way to a domineering aura, but you’re not complaining one bit.

You barely suppress a full body shiver. “But,” you protest weakly. “I, I thought you regretted it. I mean, you never said anything about it, so I figured...oh…” you trail off into a soft moan as Loki roughly licks up the side of your neck, growling.

“And when would I have gotten the chance?” Loki pulls away from his assault on your skin to look you in the eyes. “You have been avoiding me for nearly a month.” Those blue eyes are staring daggers at you, and you realize that there’s hurt behind all that frustration.

Your mouth goes dry. He’s right, but the eye contact from his smoldering stare is making you forget how to speak. Fumbling with your words, you cast your gaze downwards. “Yeah, I guess I have. But with what you said after we were interrupted....I thought you were uncomfortable with what happened.”

A dark chuckle spills from Loki’s lips. “The only discomfort you have caused me is the nights I have spent spilling over my own hand because I could not have you. ”

You gasp softly as Loki’s words send a wave of heat through your overheated body. Loki takes that as encouragement, and presses himself closer until his lips are grazing yours. “Tell me you don’t want this and I’ll leave,” he mumbles, eyes hooded.

Your response is to surge forward, hands flying to the back of his head as you roughly pull him in to kiss you. You both groan at the contact. The kiss is anything but gentle; your fingers are tangled in Loki’s hair, tugging harshly, and you can feel his teeth nipping at your bottom lip. It was far better than you could have imagined, and the dizzying pleasure of it all has you feeling drunker and more sober at the same time.

Before long, the room spins as Loki lifts you and hoists your legs around his waist. He kisses you breathless as he walks slowly down the hall towards what you can only assume is his bedroom. There’s a giddy part inside of you that squeals with excitement at being carried like that, but it’s quickly overshadowed by lust as you and Loki reach his bedroom. He tosses you onto his king sized bed like a doll, then kneels on the floor and yanks your ankles until your bottom is almost hanging off the bed.

Loki slides your dress up and nuzzles the inside of your thigh. “I could smell your arousal the entire night,” he says, nearly purring. “May I taste?”

You sit up on your elbows and stare down at him, face flushed with mild embarrassment at his face so close to your soaked panties. Dumbly, you nod, words failing you. Loki growls his appreciation and hikes up your dress, taking a brief moment to admire the soft fabric. “You look absolutely ravishing in green, I’ve wanted to tear this off of you since the moment I laid eyes on it.” And then he’s sliding your panties down your legs and plunging his tongue into your heat.

A ragged gasp tears its way from your throat and you throw your head back. You feel the grin form on Loki’s lips against your skin, and a fresh gush of arousal flows down your thighs. Loki eats pussy like it’s an art form he’s been perfecting for ages. His lips tug at your pussy, worshipping every fold like it’s the last meal he’ll ever have. You open your mouth to make some joke about his silvertongue, but all that comes out is a pathetic whimper as Loki drags his teeth lightly across your clit.

It isn’t long before the pleasure reaches its peak.You fight hard to keep your legs from clamping around Loki’s head, but you can’t help it when you crest over the edge of orgasm. Your muscles lock up, your back arches, and you scream. White hot euphoria explodes from your core, spreading through your body like venom. Loki’s tongue works you through it, slowing to wide, long strokes as you begin to come down.

You’ve barely recovered when Loki rises from his knees and crawls up your body, coming to a stop when his face is inches from yours. His eyes are hooded, and his glistening lips are parted to allow frantic, heated pants to escape. “Pet,” he hisses, leaning down to nuzzle into your shoulder. “You taste sweeter than the fruits of Asgard.” He bites at your collarbone, making you shudder in your post-orgasmic haze.

Still out of it, you sluggishly fumble at Loki’s belt. “Wanna make you feel good, too,” you mumble and lick your lips. Loki bats your hand away, shushing you.

“Darling, there will be plenty of time for that later. Right now, I need to feel you.” He grabs your shoulders and drags you up to the pillows, so that you’re lying comfortably on your back with him hovering above you.

Your heart skips a beat at the mention of ‘later.’ So this wasn’t just a one-night stand? You don’t have time to process that, however, as Loki barely gives you a moment to breathe. He sits back on his knees, straddling your waist, and with a wave of his hand, you’re both stark naked. Your hands twitch, wanting to cover yourself. Being naked in front of an attractive man has always intimidated you, but the fact that Loki was a god made it worse. As if sensing your sudden shyness, Loki leans in to kiss at lick at your breasts, and brings his hands up to pin your wrists to the bed. You sigh in pleasure, insecurity fading with every hot swipe of his tongue, not even wanting to struggle against his hold.

Loki lowers himself to grind against you. His hard cock slides against your dripping folds as his narrow hips press into yours. Both of you shiver, and you arch your hips to bring him closer. Loki growls against your skin and sits up. He lets go of your wrists, roughly grabs your waist and angles it to meet his. “Ready, pet? I can’t wait, I need to have you.” he breathes, eyes locked on yours.

Like a deer in the headlights, you’re frozen, anticipation coiling tightly under your skin. Slowly, you nod. Loki wastes no time. He smirks, then slides himself into you, the stretch burning in the loveliest way. Your heated groan mingles with his, and when Loki’s hips come to rest against yours, he falls against your chest, panting. You appreciate the time he gives you to adjust; Loki’s cock is thick, and longer than anything you’ve ever taken, and you can feel it throbbing desperately within you. Now that he’s released your hands, you bring them up to thread through his soft, black hair. He closes his eyes and leans into your touch, nearly purring.

“Tell me when, love,” Loki grits out, fighting to keep his voice steady. The shakiness in his usually smooth tone is arousing to no end, and you can feel yourself clench around him in approval. Loki’s hips twitch at the fluttering of your walls, and though you’re more than ready, you decide to torture him a bit longer.

You bring your legs up to wrap around Loki’s  waist, pulling him closer. He shivers, but keeps his composure, remaining almost statue still. His concern for your comfort makes your heart swell, but you want to see him lose control. “You’re so big,” you whimper out, the alcohol in your system quelling the embarrassment you’d usually feel when talking dirty. You press your face into Loki’s neck, grazing your teeth along the pale skin there.

With a deep growl of barely kept composure, Loki rises up to rest on his elbows, desperate eyes searching yours. It seems that being the God of Lies gave Loki the ability to see through your cruel game, and his expression turns dark, though the neediness is still blatant. You shift nervously as he stares you down, already regretting your mischievousness. “Feeling playful, are we?” Loki asks.

Your mouth goes dry at being caught and your core tightens around him again, earning you a flutter of his eyelids. “I…” you trail off, eyes drifting to Loki’s parted lips. Watching you gaze, Loki grins at you.

“Oh, pet. I think you may be confused. You are mine to toy with, not the other way around.” With that, Loki leans down to crush his lips into yours. His tongue forces its way into your mouth and you whine around it. While his tongue’s distracting you, Loki takes his chance to begin pounding into you at a ruthless pace, and you break away from the kiss to throw your head back and shriek out a moan.

You feel utterly wrecked, stomach clenching and nerves alight with pleasure as Loki continues his assault on your body. Your eyes are squeezed shut, so his teeth nipping at your jaw come as a surprise, sending a whole new shockwave of sensation down your neck.

“You feel so fucking good, pet,” Loki moans, his voice quickly losing its characteristic steadyness. He sighs out something that sounds suspiciously like a whimper, and brings one of his hands down to toy with your clit. Your legs tighten around him involuntarily. “A-ah, fuck,” Loki grits out, increasing his pace.

The pleasure is overwhelming, and the unhuman speed at which Loki’s pounding into you leaves you no time to catch your breath. Moans and whines erupt from your mouth in a constant stream, and Loki keeps his mouth hovering above yours to drink them in. “I wanna cum,” you whimper as Loki’s assault on your senses continues.

“Then cum, pet,” Loki groans, hips stuttering. “ Cum for your god.”

You keen, writhing and chasing your high. As you climb up to your orgasm, you are met with a startling realization that Loki has already ruined you for anyone else. No human man could match the fire that he’s set upon your nerves, the blinding pleasure that mounts with every thrust and kiss. With that settling into your mind, you finally reach your second peak of the night.

Your eyes try to flutter shut, tears brimming at the corners as you wail Loki’s name again and again. Through the haze of your climax, you notice Loki’s muscles begin to tense as he nears his orgasm as well, and you force your eyes to stay open in order to watch him come apart.

Watching Loki cum is almost like a second climax. He speeds up impossibly, mouth hanging open and eyes barely able to stay focused on you. “You’re mine,” he growls out. Choked moans fall from his lips as he nears the edge, and you rake your nails down his back to encourage him.

“Cum in me, please, I need it, make me yours” you ramble breathlessly.

“Oh, fuck, I-I’m so close,” Loki manages, voice breaking. You continue to coo pleas and encouragements at him, and the way his eyes roll back at your wrecked voice gives you an intoxicating rush of pride. Finally, with a whimpering moan, Loki stills, cock pulsing within you and hips twitching as he pumps you full of his cum.

Loki slumps against you, still moving in aborted little thrusts, as if he can’t quite stop fucking you just yet. The weight of him on top of you is heavy, but not unwelcome, and you take the time to bask in the euphoria of having just slept with the god you’d pined after for so long.

“That was…” you start, words failing you.

“Divine,” Loki finishes for you. He slides his cock out of your pussy, and with it comes a gush of warm cum that you’re sure will stain the sheets. He rolls off of you, then guides you onto your side so that he can pull you up against him.

You weren’t expecting Loki to be the ‘cuddling after sex,’ type, so having him spoon you was surprising, to say the least. He nuzzles his nose into your hair, and you find yourself wanting to fall asleep like that; comfortable in his bed and safe in his strong arms.

Still, there’s a nagging question that won’t let you fully relax. Not wanting to expect too much, you brace yourself for the worst and open your mouth to speak. “Loki...what does this mean for us?”

Loki tenses behind you, and your heart breaks at the assumed rejection as he begins to pull away. “Are you...are you not mine? I thought this was-I’m sorry, I must have misunderstood. Forgive me.”

This time, your heart breaks for a different reason. Loki sounds so hurt, so unsure of everything, and you can hear a scared little boy behind that velvet voice. “No!” You nearly shout, turning around to pull him back to you. “I want to be yours, I promise,” you say as you tug Loki back into your arms, running a soothing hand down his back. “I just wasn’t sure if that’s what you wanted.”

The relief in Loki is visible as he relaxes into you. “Love, I am yours as much as you are mine, do not doubt that.”

The pet name brings a smile to your lips. “I wouldn’t have it any other way,” you reply happily. Heart full, you roll back over so that Loki can snuggle into you again, and finally let your drowsiness overtake you. You catch a faint, ‘I love you,’ just before you drift off to sleep, and though it could just be your mind playing tricks on you, you know that you love him, too.

[ushiluv]

Good Little Girl 

step-daddy!atsumu x reader 

recently divorced, your mom was quick to find a new boy toy to spend her time with, but what happens when that boy toy finds interest in you? (wc: 1635)

warnings 

somnophilia (kinda?), creepy tsumu, overstimulation, age gap (reader is an adult), one (1) pussy slap and one (1) face slap, dumbification, reader has female anatomy, size kink, nipple play, breeding kinda, sex with no protection... also NOT proof read (yet)

note from the author 

this is the first smut i’ve ever published pls lmk what you think about it and what i could improve! always open to criticism 

The divorce did not take as big of a toll on your mom as you thought it would. You thought that being cheated on by her husband of 20 years would ruin her life but it didn’t, quite the contrary actually.

When you met Atsumu, you didn’t really know what to think. 28 years old and a career already secured, you wondered what he and your mother had in common. The age gap between them was big, big enough to make people’s eyes widen at the revelation of it, but neither him or your mom seemed to care.

Atsumu was quick to develop an interest in you. Who wouldn’t? You were everything he wanted and more; the thought of the woman he was dating was already far gone for him, he wanted you and what Atsumu wants, Atsumu gets. That probably explains the lingering touches on your body, the far too heavy stares on you, the weird interest in your love life. You couldn’t deny that the attention he gave you didn’t make you feel a little funny on the inside. Atsumu was a clearly attractive and successful man, but it felt wrong. Wrong, but not wrong enough for you to play with yourself at night, wishing it was his fingers instead of yours, and fantasizing about a reality where you two could be a couple.  

Little muffled moans left your mouth, it was late at night, your mom and her boyfriend already fast asleep. With a hand on your mouth and the other down your pretty baby blue panties, you started wondering how Atsumu’s hands would feel, how his calloused experienced hands would toy with you. The thought was enough to bring you to the edge and you finally released with a whimper of his name leaving your pretty lips. Too tired to move, you fell asleep in the same position, one hand on your stomach and the other on your naked chest.

Atsumu was a morning person. Getting out of the bed he shared with the woman next to him last night, he made his way to your room, hoping to catch a glimpse of you before the day started. Slightly pushing your bedroom door, the sight in front of him left him breathless. Your nipples were perked due to the cold temperature of the room, your sleeping face was so peaceful and calm, Atsumu felt his boxers getting tighter. He didn’t know what pushed him to do his next move, he knew deep down it was wrong but he couldn’t contain himself anymore. He welcomed himself inside your room and quietly closed the door behind him.

“You’re so pretty” he whispered to himself as he placed a knee on your bed and leaned down. A hand of his came up to your face to push away a few strands of hair, letting him catch a better view of you. He placed a kiss on your forehead, “Gonna take good care of you.”

He was quick to kiss the skin of your boobs, warming them up for his hot tongue. He would look up at you once in a while, checking if his ministrations had woken you up but you were still in deep sleep. Feeling bolder, he opened his mouth and let himself suck on your left nipples, coating the little bud with his saliva. He couldn’t stop himself from biting down a bit, causing a little whimper to leave your mouth. He smirked to himself as he continued toying with your chest.

The weight on your chest began to be hard to ignore. Opening your eyes slowly, the sight in front of you almost made you believe you were still dreaming.

“T-tsumu?” your voice was quiet and sleepy, but it only made his cock twitch.

“Shh pretty girl” he kissed your jaw “Just let me take care of you, yeah?”

You nodded. Taking this as a sign, Atsumu properly straddled your hips and helped you take off your shirt.

He let out a breath. “Bet you’ve been dreaming about this, haven’t you? Don’t think I haven’t noticed how you look at me when your mom is away.” his voice was raspy and soft, he tried to keep it down. “You’re a dirty girl, you know that? Fantasizing about your mother’s boyfriend.” a low chuckle left his mouth as your cheeks turned a bright red colour.

He left a kiss on your forehead and lowered his hand down your body until it reached your crotch. He didn’t break eye contact with you as his hand toyed with the hem of your cotton panties. With a finger, he circled your clit and hummed as he felt the sticky wetness that slowly grew on the fabric.

“You’re soaking wet. Gonna let me ruin your pretty panties? Gonna let me make a mess out of you?”

You were about to respond but the only sound that left your mouth was a loud moan caused by how two of his fingers pinched your clit. “Please touch me.” you breathed.

“But I am touching you, baby. You gotta be more precise, use your words.”

“Please touch me properly, daddy, I’ll do anything.”

Cooing at your begging attempt, he pushed your panties aside and pushed two fingers inside of you. The tightness made him groan and the sound only made you clench around him.

“I can’t wait to destroy you” he mumbled to himself. His fingers started going in and out of you as his thumb played with your little bundle of nerve. Your little whimpers started growing louder and he wanted nothing more to hear you scream his name but he couldn’t afford getting caught either. He leaned down to press a messy open mouthed kiss on your lips, his fingers still toying with your cunt.

“If you want daddy to keep playing with you, you have to keep quiet.” he said against your lips. You slightly nodded and brought a hand to your mouth, hoping it would lower your sounds.

Feeling you get tighter around his two fingers, he let a globule of spit fall in your cunt, making everything even messier. The sight it was enough to bring you over the edge. You climaxed over his fingers with a hand on your mouth while a few praises left his mouth and traveled to your ears.

“Good girl, good fucking girl.” he removed his hand from your messy hole and gave a small tap to your clit. The gesture made you flinch. “Came around daddy’s fingers with no shame.”

Seeing him bring his fingers to your mouth, you parted your lips open and invited them in. Your tongue swirled around his two digits and you could feel his hard on pressing against your thigh. Grabbing his wrist with two hands, you removed his fingers from your mouth.

“Wanna make daddy feel good now.” you said, looking up at him.

Atsumu swore he lost his mind at that moment. Without wasting any time, he lowered his boxers to his thighs and let his cock spring free. With wide eyes, you wondered if you would be able to take him. He started playing with you using the tip of his cock, sliding it through your wet folds.

“Is it gonna fit?” you asked with a small voice.

“Hm?” Atsumu was mesmerized by how tiny your cunt looked next to him. “We’ll make it fit.”

As he said those words, he pushed slightly into your hole. The tip made it past your entrance. Seeing the tears in your eyes, Atsumu smirked to himself.

“You’re doing so good, doll. Taking me so good” he pushed a bit more, “The worst is already over lemme bottom out, baby, please” he begged as he waited for any form of consent from you. When you nodded your head, he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. With one swift motion, his cock was finally fully inside you. You could feel his tip kissing your cervix and that one spot even you have a hard time to reach. It’s when he started moving that you felt yourself completely lost.

“ ‘so… is so good” you breathed.

“Yeah? Princess is going stupid over her daddy’s cock?” he gave a light slap to your right cheek “Look at you drooling like a dumb puppy.” he chuckled.

He kept drilling into you, muttering a few curse words and groaning when he felt your gummy walls clench around him. He started rubbing messy circles on your clit with three fingers, all thought of waking up your mom were already forgotten, he just wanted to feel you cum around his dick no matter how loud you two were being.

“I’m almost there daddy” you said as your nails dipped into his forearms.

“Cum for me, baby, wanna feel you cream”. He groaned

A few more thrusts were enough to make you come undone around him. The clenching of your cunt had him spill his load inside you. With his cock still in your warmth, he let himself fall on you, hugging your body closer to his. None of you said anything for a few minutes, still recuperating from the shock of your orgasms. He leaned back again and slowly removed his dick from your pussy, taking a mental picture of how you clenched around nothing as some of his cum spilled out of your hole. He put his boxers back to place and replaced your panties into their original position. 

He patted your crotch.“Keep it inside you, don’t want you to waste a drop.”

You hummed, too dizzy to hold a proper conversation. Suddenly, a sense of panic took over you. “Wait daddy, I’m not on the pill.” 

“I know, baby.” he placed a kiss on your forehead and left your room as quietly as he entered it.