#or have the hairtie wrapped around his wrist instead

[wolfythewitch]

What 10 years of being lost as sea does to a mf

[midoriima]

THINGS THEY WOULD DO W/ OR FOR THEIR S/O ft. aoba johsai & fukurodani

AOBA JOHSAI !

oikawa will put his other earpiece on your ear and play music while walking to school or walking back home from school. could also be on dates where you just walk around or accompany him on a jog.

matsukawa likes to put an arm over your head, even if you're as tall as him and his arm is uncomfortable, he will do it. then probably drop his arm to the other side of your shoulder.

hanamaki has sisters, one being younger so sometimes he's asked to tie their hair. and it just comes naturally if it looks hot and your hair- (if you have long or at least tie-able hair) -isn't tied up, he always has a hairtie in his wrist or pocket and he'll tie your hair for you. if he has the time, he'll even french braid it.

iwaizumi likes to cook and will make boxed lunches for you two. he doesn't like spending money for lunch and doesn't want you to do the same, so he'll cook for the two of you, or sometimes you'll make the bentos.

yahaba will buy you a drink, even if you didn't ask for it. he pretty much knows what kind you like and if he thinks you've had enough sweets for the day, he'll buy water instead.

watari will take down everything from the class in case you need it. this especially comes in handy when you couldn't take down as much because trying to listen and comprehend was already a lot.

kindaichi is a pretty fast learner, so it wouldn't really be much of a surprise if he knew how to fix tears and cuts in clothes. if you ever need help in fixing a flaw in your clothes that you can't do yourself, you can always call kindaichi!

kunimi likes matching with you. it doesn't need to be so obvious or completely matched, but he will try to match with you in any way. if you're wearing a white shirt with a black bottom, he'll wear a black shirt with white bottoms.

kyotani doesn’t really know how to express his gratitude to you in a way everyone else does, but he does express how grateful he is for you by doing simple things for you, like a massage, treating you to dinner if there’s time, and buy you miniature figurines cos why not?

FUKURODANI !

i don’t think bokuto is the type to make bentos for the two of you like iwa since it takes up more time, so to make up for it, he puts snacks for after school in lunchboxes instead. like a sandwich or fruit salad always with a drink!

sarukui loves walking right behind you and putting his hands on both sides of your shoulder and exclaim a little, “choo choo” and this is especially when he’s in a very good mood, or a good mood in general. 

akaashi loves passing positive affirmation messages to you in class and one time you two were caught and the teacher asked you to read the note out loud but in the end, they didn’t really get anything detention-worthy. anyways, aside from passing notes in class, he’ll also slip papers in your locker or paste them inside. or send you a bunch through the messaging app.

konoha uses a hand moisturizer that has this really mild but sweet and nice, fresh scent. it became more of a habit to moisturize his hands just to leave a little moist on to wrap his hands around yours and he’ll hold onto both hands just to kiss them then sniff them afterwards.

komi will paint his nails with you if you wanna. or if he wants to paint them on his own, he’ll ask help from you cos he really loves the bright colours on his nails.. idk why but i see him being into painting nails??

[misterghostfrog]

[IMAGE ID, a digital drawing of Martin blackwood and Jonathan sims cuddling. Jon is a skinny man with dark skin and long dark  hair pulled back in a braid. His hair is streaked liberally with grey and large strands have escaped the braid and are falling in his face. He is covered in small round scars that vary in exact size. There is a large oddly shaped burn wrapping around his left hand, and a long thin straight scar across his neck. He is wearing a green t-shirt that is clearly several sizes too large for him and he has a hairtie on his wrist. Martin is a fat white man with messy curly ginger hair, and light freckles. He is wearing a navy blue shirt that is actually his size. They are both cuddled on a bed, Jon is sitting upright and Martin is laying with his face buried in Jons stomach. His arms are wrapped around Jons torso and he appears to be asleep. Jon has his burned hand on Martins arm, and his other hand running through his hair. He is looking down at Martin with an expression of fondness. Martins lower half is under a large checkered blanket. there are two pillows stacked behind Jon. There is a lamp behind them, and a bedside table closer to the camera. On it is another lamp, a book that has been placed facedown on the surface, the title unreadable, and two more hairties. Behind all of that the background is mostly navy blue, with some messy shapes implying a room. One of the shapes might be a lamp. END ID]

Its late! i’m tired! Jonmartin!

Also there’s literally nothing pointing to this except that it’s not my safehouse design but I drew this thinking of the ‘Jonmartin in S4′ au, they’re in Martins new flat bc Jon got evicted bc its really hard to pay rent when you’re comatose so he lives with martin instead of in the archives.

(I’m working on another comic for this au to show the point where canon diverged and i’m putting that out there so people know it exists so I have to finish it because I have a Hell Brain and can’t finish things if there’s no pressure)

[sailorfailures]

I fell in love with these postcards from the Girl’s Night Out popup cafe the moment I saw them! I knew I had to get my hands on them, and the lovely @blaze-rocket was able to help that happen.

I cannot get over how perfect these postcards are. To me, this is what Sailor Moon is; a testament to the little moments from the series that made us fall in love with the characters, especially how their personal preferences were reflected in their fashion choices. In a world of merch where it’s easy to just slap a random crescent moon on something pink and say “look, it’s Usagi,” the designer responsible for these graphics went the extra mile to take imagery from the show itself that needles its way deep into our nostalgia-cortexes.

How many references do you recognise? Quiz yourself against this comprehensive (image-heavy) list! 👇

The inners’ postcards all reference the eye-catching sign for Game Center Crown, the iconic arcade where Motoki Furuhata worked and the gang would all congregate to play games and share information.

Starting in R they switched to hanging out at Fruits Parlor Crown, a cafe attached to the arcade staffed by Motoki’s sister Unazuki, which the Inners’ postcards all also reference. They would often get brightly-coloured drinks there, but the drinks pictured on these postcards seem to specifically line up with the real drinks available at the Girls Night Out popup cafe.

Sailors Neptune, Uranus, and Pluto’s postcards all reference “Café Étrangère,” which was the name of the cafe they were seen dining at in the Sailor Moon S movie. Even the logo is replicated faithfully from a scene only a few seconds long.

All the girls’ clothes are hanging on coat hangers shaped like Luna/Artemis/Diana.

Ami / Sailor Mercury’s references:

Ami’s casual outfit is an unusual choice since she only wore it a handful of times over the entire series, and half the times she wore it, it was given a different colour scheme with a green jacket instead of the yellow version pictured here.

Her “mini data computer” is her most iconic tool/weapon/accessory, revealed in episode 009, directly after her introduction.

The pink package is how Usagi and the other girls wrapped up her transformation stick and communicator watch as Ami’s going-away present in episode 062.

The ice cream may be a reference to the same episode, as she shared a cone with Chibi-Usa before she left, and returned to the store to protect her friends from the Droid Nihpasu.

The flash cards are a method Ami commonly used to help her study, and are particularly similar to the ones shown in the SuperS short “Ami’s First Love”.

Rei / Sailor Mars’s References:

Rei wore her casual outfit fairly frequently, starting and most notably in the beginning of the Sailor Moon R movie.

The small red o-mamori charm is from Hikawa Shrine, seen frequently but introduced in episode 010.

The paper ofuda ward was used frequently by Rei to fight evil, even before she could transform, but most notably in the attack sequence for “Akuryou, Taisan” (“Foul Spirit, Begone”).

To my knowledge the purple bag isn’t a specific reference, but Rei did throw a similar purse at a Cardian as a makeshift weapon in episode 048 before she got her Guardian memories back.

The gift-wrapped shopping boxes are the exact same ones as carried by Rei in the Sailor Moon Sailor Stars opening sequence before she trips and falls, right down to the patterns on the paper...

... which in itself may be a reference/callback to Rei’s tendency to make Yuuichirou carry her shopping (maybe so she doesn’t trip).

The phoenix-shaped pendant is a reference to episode 183; it’s made of glazed ceramic, crafted by Rei’s cousin Kengo Ibuki, given to her as a child after she convinced him not to smash it even though he his pottery a “failure”.

Makoto / Sailor Jupiter’s References:

Makoto didn’t start wearing her casual outfit until around S, but she wore it frequently after that, especially as she became more confident wearing “feminine” clothing. They even remembered her iconic gold wrist watch worn over her sleeve!

Her uniquely decorated bento bag debuted in episode 026, her introductory episode, along with the rounded green cutlery. The pouch has been featured a few more times since and its design is a mainstay in almost every Sailor Moon canon.

The teal hairtie and the rose-shaped earrings are two of Makoto’s iconic accessories, some of the only non-magical fashion accessories in the entire series to stay the same whether the character is transformed or not (the other being Minako’s infamous red bow). Her earrings also served a dual purpose as makeshift projectile weapons in episode 025.

The blue book is 月夜の天馬 (Tsukiyo no Tenma, “The Moonlit Pegasus”), a novel which was written by Tomoko Takase and introduced in epsode 134. Makoto knew Tomoko from her old middle school, before she transferred, and was the first one to read her first draft after retrieving it from bullies. She encouraged Tomoko to try and get it published. Makoto meets with her again and helps her overcome her writer’s block to finish her sequel, 天馬幻想 (Tenma Gensou, “Pegasus Fantasy”).

Minako / Sailor Venus’s References:

This is one of Minako’s most-worn casual outfits, especially if you consider the additional outfits based off it. Despite its prevalence, she didn’t start wearing it until the beginning of S.

Minako’s red hair ribbon is her most iconic accessory, but did you know why she started wearing it? The Codename: Sailor V prequel manga explains that she started wearing the ribbon instead of her usual red hairtie on the suggestion of her “first crush” Higashi. But when he turns out to be an enemy in disguise, she decides she looks good with a ribbon anyway, and keeps wearing it for her own benefit.

The red mask is a reference to Minako’s role as Sailor V before joining the team as Sailor Venus. Sailor V was known as a mysterious vigilante superhero and a fictional video game character as early as episode 001, but in episode 033 Minako revealed herself to the rest of the Sailor Team, dramatically removing her mask one final time.

Minako was known to be a skilled volleyball player, especially in the manga, and it was especially relevant in episode 100 where she had to delicately return the serve of an energy sphere containing the Pure Heart of her old volleyball crush, Asai.

The sign with Minako’s name can be seen hanging off the front of her bedroom door in episode 192.

[Manga scan courtesy of Miss Dream.]

Usagi / Sailor Moon’s References:

Usagi wore this outfit in the Sailor Moon R movie, making it a memorable choice. Although the movie aired roughly midway through R, Usagi didn’t start to wear this outfit casually again until the S season.

Usagi is shown eating a lot of food, especially sweets, but she seems to have a particular fondness for crepes, snacking on them in several different episodes.

In episode 143 we can see that Usagi is very technologically trendy - for the times. She’s carrying that blue-and-pink pager which she and Mamoru use to contact each other by way of goroawase, that is, deciphering messages based on the different pronunciations of numbers, a precursor to modern texting. Mamoru pages her the numbers 84 51, which could be read as hachi yon go ichi; reading only the first syllables, and substituting go for the related sound ko, Usagi would interpret the message as hayo koi, which sounds a bit like “come quick” - she’s late for their date. Oops!

By the way, pagers were often called “pocket bells” (pokeberu) in Japan, and became so rapidly popular they even found their way into the lyrics of Rashiku Ikimasho, the ending song for the SuperS season; 「泣きたい時には ポケベルならしてよんで、戦士の休息」 [Nakitai toki ni wa POKEBELL narashite yonde, senshi no kyuusoku] “If you feel like crying, send a page thru the Pocket Bell, take a break from [being a] Guardian”

Chibi-Usa / Sailor Chibi Moon’s References:

Chibi-Usa doesn’t technically have a school uniform, but her casual clothes are often styled after sailor suits as a reflection of both her idolisation of the figure of “Sailor Moon” and of her desire to be seen as older and more mature than she appears. She changes “uniforms” every season, and this pinafore outfit is the version she wears in SuperS. She wore the other outfit in the SuperS premiere episode.

The handgun is from episode 060, Chibi-Usa’s introduction to the series and arguably one of the most iconic absurdist scenes in all of Sailor Moon. The gun itself is actually a toy, probably a transformation of the Luna-P sphere, which Chibi-Usa uses to try and threaten Usagi into giving her the Legendary Silver Crystal. When she “shoots” Usagi, the bullet is revealed to be nothing but a suction-cup flower, also pictured. (By the way, if you were wondering, Chibi-Usa’s fake gun is based on a real Colt M1911A1.) She transforms the Luna-P into a toy gun to shoot Sailor Moon again in the Sailor Moon R movie, this time as a way to motivate Usagi to fight.

The Luna-P sphere was a mysterious gadget Chibi-Usa kept with her for the duration of R and parts of S. It’s unknown where it came from, but it could be assumed to have been created from advanced 30th century technology. It was a combination toy and tool which could transform itself into a variety of objects, formulas, and even weapons, though none were shown to be particularly powerful. It could also be used to communicate with Sailor Pluto at the Time-Space Door. When Chibi-Usa was manipulated into becoming Wicked Lady in episode 085, the Luna-P sphere also transformed into an “evil” and much more dangerous version.

The Space-Time Key was a special tool given to her by Sailor Pluto that allowed her to travel between the past and the future, though it was difficult for her to wield effectively.

The sunhat was given to Chibi-Usa by Ikuko, so she treasured it greatly. In episode 112 it got blown away and was retrieved by Hotaru Tomoe, which allowed her to meet Chibi-Usa and marked the beginning of their close friendship.

The blue-and-red package was a gift containing two manga books (”Drop Drop” vol. 1 & 2 by Ukon Katakuri) which Chibi-Usa intended to give to her new friend Hotaru in episode 113.

In episode 127, Chibi-Usa returned home to the future, and the girls all made her some going-away gifts. Ami made her a floppy disk (lol) to help her study, Rei made her a casette tape (double lol) of her music, Makoto packed her a lunch, and Minako made her a photo album of their time together. Usagi hand-sewed Chibi-Usa the rabbit-shaped backpack using a real outfit she used to love when she was a child.

Michiru / Sailor Neptune’s References:

This is a somewhat unusual choice for Michiru’s casual outfit, as she only wore it for two episodes, and that’s only because they made up a two-part story. But perhaps because the episodes were so pivotal - with Haruka and Michiru almost learning Usagi’s true identity - the outfit itself became more memorable.

Not only do they include Michiru’s violin, but they included the lemon she bounced off the instrument as she played to show off her skills in episode 093.

The teacup, teaspoon and saucer are the same set Michiru was seen drinking from at Fruits Parlor Crown in episode 094.

Michiru and Haruka both reference episode 095, where they had to enter a “true love” contest as part of their investigation. The contestants were asked to find their partner’s hand in an anonymous lineup, and Haruka was able to identify Michiru’s hand immediately.

Michiru used Haruka as a model for an illustration in her green sketchbook in episode 106.

Michiru’s Talisman is the Deep Aqua Mirror, revealed in episode 110 and used in her attack Submarine Reflection. She could also use it to receive prophetic visions. Visually, it was based on real-life art nouveau hand mirrors, and symbolically represented the mirror from the Three Sacred Treasures.

Haruka / Sailor Uranus’s References:

Conversely, Haruka wore this outfit a lot. Maybe more than she should’ve.

The teacup and saucer is the same set Haruka was seen drinking from at Fruits Parlor Crown in episode 094.

Haruka’s postcard also references the lovers contest in episode 095 (see above).

The purple scarf is from episode 096; Haruka was wearing it as a necktie when she almost ran into Makoto on her motorcycle. Haruka used the scarf to bandage Makoto’s road rash, which she returned later, though now smitten.

Not only is Haruka’s motorcycle included, they also referenced (one of) her car(s), the 1968 Toyota 2000GT.

Haruka’s Talisman is the Space Sword, revealed in episode 110 and used in her attack Space Sword Blaster. Symbolically it represented the sword from the Three Sacred Treasures.

Setsuna / Sailor Pluto’s References:

Setsuna didn’t have a school uniform, since she wasn’t a student, so she got to double-up on her casual outfits. Her mauve outfit is her most recognisable, wearing it so often it may as well have been her uniform. In fact, she was rarely seen wearing anything else until Sailor Stars, where she started experimenting with other outfits, including the Time Lord-esque suit on the right.

The potted plant is a Tellun, the energy-draining plant created by Tellu in episode 121. Setsuna was investigating it when it attempted to attack her, but she was protected by her Talisman, the Garnet Orb (also pictured, representing the jewel in the Three Sacred Treasures). She then went on to destroy the remaining Tellun plants and defeat Tellu with the help of Sailor Moon, Sailor Chibi Moon, and Tuxedo Mask.

The teacup and saucer are the same set Setsuna is seen drinking from at Cafe Etranger in the Sailor Moon S movie.

In episode 182, the girls are discussing the mysterious arrival of Chibi Chibi while eating ice cream on a hot summer’s day. Setsuna appears out of nowhere to confirm their suspicions... carrying that popsicle of her own.

Hotaru / Sailor Saturn’s References:

Hotaru tended to wear the same thing, mostly all-black, but she did occasionally adventure into rich colours like this bottle green two-piece outfit and iconic raspberry beret.

The sunhat belonged to Chibi-Usa; it symbolises the beginning of their friendship, when Hotaru caught it after it blew away in episode 112.

Chibi-Usa gave Hotaru the rabbit backpack in episode 116, using it to pass a note inviting her on a picnic.

Hotaru collects lamps, and the two referenced here are seen in her bedroom, which she keeps dimly lit to manage her pain.

The window might seem random, but it was random in the series, too - it’s one of the curtained window which looks out from Hotaru’s bedroom, and when a Daimon experiment goes terribly wrong in episode 118 and transforms her house into a Bamboozled-like inter-dimensional maze, one window overlooks a vast ocean while the other overlooks a strange jungle.

Hotaru’s weapon as Sailor Saturn is the Silence Glaive. It’s said that she possesses enough power to destroy the world with a single drop of her scythe.

That’s it! You made it! How many references did YOU know? 🌙

[how-to-voleebol]

Kink Week : Day 2

Slight warning : A bit more swearing than usual! (sorry)

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Day 2 : Squirting - Bokuto Koutarou

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Koutarou had a thing.

Whenever he was horny or looking to fuck, he always comes over at the most random times.

For example, he had come over just when you began your shower because he saw Kuroo accidentally flexing and got horny.

Another time was when he came over at one in the morning because he was watching some shows and got an ad for a porn site.

And another was when he came over to your place because he had just finished practice on a Saturday and found that he had a boner for absolutely no reason.

You were always prepared for Koutarou’s random visits to your place. The only time that you guys had planned it was when he was dropping in English, and even then he didn’t show up.

So now, it was time to get your revenge. This time around, you were going to go to Koutarou’s house because you were horny.

And you had made sure that you were wearing his favourite lingerie, a tight, dusty pink that teased him just enough for him to get hard.

Then you slid on a shirt and jeans. Simple. You pulled two hairties onto your wrist, grabbed your phone and your bag and left.

Koutarou’s house wasn’t too far away from yours. You had been there plenty of times, and you had only fucked once or twice there - and this wasn’t going to be the last.

On the walk there, you couldn’t stop fantasizing. Koutarou was simple-minded, but when it came to pleasuring you, fuck.

He knew just where to thrust his fingers, how much you love his tongue twirling around your clit, how much curve he needed his fingers to have before he could make you squirt like a fountain - shit, just thinking about it made you even hornier.

And so, you arrived at his house no more than five minutes later.

“(Name)!” Koutarou cheered, delightfully surprise.

“Hi, Koutarou,” you grinned, stuffing your face into his chest when he pulled you into a rather tight hug.

“Hi! I didn’t know you were coming over! You should’ve told me!” he whined softly, pulling you inside and closing the door.

“Well, I wanted it to be a surprise,” you hummed, slowly taking your shoes off. “Sorry for the intrusion,”

“No worries! I was just about to watch a movie! Wanna come watch with me?!” Koutarou scurried into the living room. You let out a quiet giggle to yourself before taking a glance in the mirror.

Perfect.

You walked into the living room to find Koutarou finishing up his pillow fort and rolled your eyes slightly. Typical Koutarou. You placed your bag onto the table and joined him, letting yourself fall onto the comfy, fluffy pillows.

“Hi,” Koutarou grinned brightly. You couldn’t help but smile in return.

“Hi,” you giggled. “So, Koutarou, what movie are we watching today?” you hummed.

“Toy Story!” Koutarou cheered joyfully as he made himself comfy. he didn’t lay down like he usually did, instead, he sat up against the wall of pillows.

‘Perfect,’ you thought again, snuggling up against his arm.

And so, your plan began.

During the beginning of the movie, Koutarou wouldn’t stop moving and shuffling about. You rose a brow. Eventually, he did stop, and he wrapped an arm around your waist tightly.

You quickly grew bored. Toy Story was always entertaining, but come on - you were horny here. You were here to fuck, not watch a movie.

So, you began your actions.

Your hand started rubbing his thigh slowly. You kept your eyes on the movie - otherwise Koutarou would ask questions.

Very slowly, though impatiently, you inched your hand closer and closer to his crotch.

You could tell that Koutarou wasn’t thinking anything about it.

And when you knew that your fingers had reached his cock, you used just one to rub a line.

“(Name)?” Koutarou mumbled quietly, but you pretended you didn’t hear and continued to tease his growing cock.

You didn’t stop teasing him. You knew that he was going to realise that you were horny sooner or later.

Suddenly, you felt a hand crawling down your stomach. Your breath hitched, but you didn’t stop rubbing his length. You could feel yourself getting more wet by the second.

Koutarou easily unbuttoned your jeans almost silently so that even you couldn’t hear it.

At this point, you knew he knew.

You could feel him tilting his head to get a peek at your underwear, and evidently, his dick grew hard in a matter of a few seconds.

Koutarou slid his hand in your jeans and rubbed at your clothed clit, earning a whimper from you. Your grip on him grew tight.

His rubs grew rougher. At this point, neither of you were focused on the movie anymore, so Koutarou paused it - not like you noticed.

You spread you legs a bit, pushing your jeans down slightly. Koutarou was rubbing fast now, and your thighs were twitching. You knew he was being a tease.

“Fuck,” you whispered, rolling your hips slightly.

“You were horny all this time?” Koutarou growled into your ear, his fingers moving faster. You didn’t answer him, feeling a familiar pit in your lower stomach.

“Fuck, fuck,” you repeated, clenching down on the pillows.

“Do it,” Koutarou demanded lowly. “Come on. Squirt for me, baby girl,”

And so, you pushed for a few seconds before releasing, trembling as your hot juices drench your underwear. And Koutarou had stopped rubbing the moment you did, making you whine.

He grabbed the upper part of your panties and pulled to make it taut. You groaned at the feeling, grinding against your now drenched panties.

Quick as a flash, Koutarou tugged your jeans away and switched the two of you into a whole new position. You were now laying down on your back, legs wide open with Koutarou right between them.

You covered your mouth with the back of your hand, but Koutarou ripped it away. He licked his lips and dived into your pussy - still clothed.

A moan escaped your lips as he lapped at your juices, which were dripping from the cloth. You lifted your shirt and threw it away, not caring where it went.

Koutarou did the same - and fuck he was hot.

“Please,” you whimpered, grinding against his tongue. “Please, Koutarou,”

Koutarou chuckled. “You’re needy today, (Name),”

You groaned. “Please, Kou! Just fuck me with your tongue already!”

Koutarou chuckled once more and pulled your panties to the side. He groaned at the sight of your glistening pussy.

Without needing to ask again, Koutarou slurped up everything that had leaked and attached his lips to your clit, earning him a tug of his hair.

“Shit!” you gasped, arching your back. He glanced up at you as he twirled his tongue around, two fingers rubbing against your hole.

“Koutarou,” you moaned, already close to squirting. A particularly hard suck made you jolt. He pulled his lips away, making you whine, but his tongue began lapping at your clit.

You twitched with every flick of his tongue. “Fuck!” you groaned. “Fuck, Kou - you’re gonna make me - oh, god!!”

And without even using his fingers this time, you arched your back, letting yourself go. You didn’t expect to cum, but you did, along with drenching Koutarou’s mouth and chin.

And boy, Koutarou was more than happy to let you squirt all over his mouth - all day everyday.

You didn’t have the time to calm down. Koutarou sat up, licked his lips and crawled over to your left side. He lifted you up, wrapping an arm around your back, and shoved two fingers inside your pussy.

You gasped loudly, making eye contact with him. His fingers immediately curved into your favourite spot, and he shot you a wink before finger fucking you at an extremely high pace.

“Fuck!” your voice was high. you could feel your eyes rolling into the back of your head, his fingers working magic.

Koutarou loved seeing your face whenever he finger fucked you. It was like his fingers brought you more pleasure than his cock, which was leaking with precum already.

You threw your head back with a loud moan as another squirt escaped your pussy. But Koutarou didn’t stop - oh, no. He kept going. His other arms lowered itself and his hand reached all the way round to rub and pinch at your clit, which just made you soak his fingers more.

“Koutarou!!” you nearly screamed. Your knuckles were white because you were gripping the pillows so hard.

“Fuck!” you panted heavily.

“Shit,” Koutarou glanced down at your pussy. “Goddamn. Your pussy is a damn fountain, baby girl. Look at you, squirting for me like that,”

“Kou - I’m cumming!!” you announced.

“Cum for me,” Koutarou whispered. “Go on, baby girl,”

With a few more thrusts of his fingers, your vision turned white. All you could feel was Koutarou continuing to fuck you with his fingers, and the splash of your juices landing on his hands.

By the time you had calmed down, he was rubbing your pussy with his whole hand, earning small squirts from you. He stopped when you groaned in pleasure. “Fuck...”

“Good girl,” Koutarou kissed your forehead, gently slapping your dripping heat. “Would you look at that. My pillows are soaked,” he smirked, taking a glance at his hands. “And so are my hands,”

“That’s,” you panted, “your fault...”

“Yeah?” Koutarou pulled his rock hard cock out.

“We’ll see whose fault it is when I fuck your squirting pussy with my cock.”

[merrickwood]

the world is burning down.

who: merrick wood, mentions of logan norris, holly wood, lulu jenkins, ethan jenkins, bradley crane, chloe alpin & mr. and mrs. wood. what: merrick spends the night after halloween in a daze a/n: this is just some exposition to explain my absence and merrick’s current state of existence 

I guess this is it. 

Broken up, over a text message. It wasn’t exactly how Merrick had seen them ever ending - if she let herself think about it, she usually imagined a much more exhausting scene, screaming and fighting and just as passionate as they had been when they started. But instead of a shot gun, it was like a slow slice of a knife. Steady, even. 

Far, far more painful than she could have imagined. 

Her heart felt ripped open, her insides torn apart and shed. She’d let herself be vulnerable, more vulnerable than she had been with Logan lately, and still he let her go. 

If one person wants to break up, she mused to herself, the tears tracking down her cheeks and staining her pillow beneath her, you break up. You couldn’t have expected him to change your mind. 

But she had. She had expected more of a fight, for him to stand his ground. But the truth remained the same: 

he loved Holly. And Merrick couldn’t stomach it anymore. 

It wasn’t fair, she knew. She loved Ethan. But it was different; Holly was her flesh and blood, her sister, the one person she knew more than anyone else. And Logan and Holly had been best friends since childhood, destined to be together, written in the stars. If Merrick hadn’t interceded, they would have wound up together before long. Merrick and Ethan...that had been a slow burn, a casual friendship that evolved. Because Logan let it. Because Logan had Holly, and Bradley, and Amelia, and Merrick was never the only one. So she found comfort with someone else, and that grew into feelings, and she fell in love with two men and only one could promise to love her and only her. 

I’d get rid of the others. 

But he couldn’t, not entirely. He could break up with Bradley, but what good would that do when he was thinking about her sister? What good was destroying what he had with Bradley, when Bradley needed him the most, when the second Merrick walked out of the room and Holly walked in, it was as if Merrick had never existed? 

I don’t regret it. 

She knew this. She knew that Logan loved her, that he adored her, that he would have spent his entire life with her if she’d let him. But there’d always be a piece of him that belonged to Holly, not to her, and she was tired. So tired. Why should she have to settle for half when she would have given him all of her? 

Halloween has always been a favorite holiday of Merrick’s; parties and celebrations and dressing up and spending time with all of her friends. Instead, she found herself curled up in bed, arms wrapped around a stuffed bear Logan had won her at the carnival the year before, tears running down her cheeks. Chloe had come over, stroked her hair, promised her she loved her, and Merrick had let herself be soothed for the time being. 

She, at the very least, was able to fall into an uneasy sleep. 

By the time Friday dawned on them, Merrick realized she was going to have to face questions and deal with the grim realities of a break up she hadn’t even really wanted all that much. She had both Logan and Ethan’s jerseys - backups that she’d stolen so she could alternate them on game days - and while she tugged on Ethan’s, she found a box to tuck Logan’s into. And from there, it seemed to escalate - his hoodie she always stole because it felt more like a blanket than a sweatshirt went into the box, a spare charger he kept in her room just in case he spent the night, a photograph of the two of them at Prom the year before, Merrick staring up at him adoringly, the same way he had looked at Holly the night of Homecoming. 

Her heart felt like it ripped in pieces all over again.

It was nearly lunch by the time she showed up to school, leaving the box of things in Logan’s locker - she’d had the combination memorized since freshman year, since before they were dating, when she’d leave him little notes and baked goods and take his jacket just so she could wrap herself in his scent. No one really questioned much - too many were hungover, even more were just exhausted from the existence of being a teenager. She found Ethan and saw him sitting next to Logan, choosing instead to head to the library than face him so soon, snapping a spare hairtie around her wrist to calm her breathing before the sobs started again. 

Lulu had found her by sixth period, in their favorite alcove in the library, Merrick’s body wrapped around herself. She managed to choke enough of it out: it’s done, i ended it, i broke up with logan and Lulu said nothing, just stroked her back, wrapping her fingers around Merrick’s hair much the same way Ethan did, offering her a shoulder. 

“C’mon,” she said by the time the bell rang, signaling the change of classes once more before the end of the day, “let’s go sit in Coach’s office.” 

The school hadn’t bothered to replace Garland yet - Holly had stepped up all week, pushing the girls just as hard as Garland would have, Chloe sitting beside her and observing weaknesses that might show - the loose shake of a knee here, the lax grip of a hand there - and shouting out things to fix as Holly joined her squad in formation - and her office felt stale as they picked the lock, Lulu immediately going for the top drawer where the girls all knew Garland kept a spare pack of cigarettes ‘for stress management’. 

They didn’t speak, and it wasn’t long until Chloe found them, sitting on the chair while Merrick aimed her cigarette out the window, Lulu laying across the floor. The three of them were all feeling the weight of life in unexpected ways this year: Chloe was pregnant, Lulu’s mother was back, Merrick was facing the reality of her own emotions. Each of them needed the other two, and for the first time in days, Merrick could feel herself steady once again, her skin settling once more as she snubbed her cigarette out, moving to pull Chloe’s locks into a high pony. 

They walked arm in arm on the field when the time came, the rest of the squad jumping up and down, shaking pom poms in the air and shouting for the crowd to support the team. The fresh air hit their faces, the beginning of a cool winter settling around them, and Merrick’s smile was pasted on her face as she found her place in formation, cheering along with the rest. 

And when she flew - god, how she flew, her body thrown higher in the air than ever before, her heart racing as if she’d never come back down. But she would, always, into the arms of the girls she trusted more than any other, and as the team scored - again, and then again, slaughtering their enemies with no regards, Merrick spotting Logan as he darted across the field, taking no prisoners - she high kicked and tumbled and climbed the pyramid, feeling the burn in her thighs and the aches in her muscles from the exhaustion. 

They all piled into someone’s car at the end of the game - Merrick wasn’t paying attention to who’s, really, just knew that she wanted a night out, a night of freedom, and while she could feel Logan’s gaze in her direction, she looked firmly ahead, ignoring the sadness in his eyes. 

This would be her new normal. Logan would be her past. And that was just the way things needed to be. 

[crowned-ladybug]

Evening Light

I had this idea and it was supposed to be like 300 words for a small crappy post but instead it turned into a fic that i really enjoyed writing

(Ps if you weren’t here for that, Marvin has pet names he uses all the time, like boo and babe, and ones he only uses when theres a lot of Meaning behind them, like love or sweetheart, and i feel like knowing that adds a bit more to this fic)

Characters: Marvin, Jackie (mentions of Schneep and Chase)

Setting: Rivals AU

Ship: Marvelsepticeye

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: one character is sick (but it’s fluff)

“Please be gentle with him, and don’t expect much...or anything, really. I did what I could, but there’s still a lot of foreign magic his system has to clear out on its own, at its own pace. He’s still very disoriented and sleepy, so he can’t talk much and should hopefully fall asleep soon. Call me if his fever goes up.”

That’s all Henrik had said before finally letting Marvin into Jackie’s room. That was over an hour, maybe even two ago. And so far he’s been correct – Jackie hasn’t done much beside sleeping and then waking up for short periods of time, only to mumble something to himself and fall asleep again. At least he did seem to recognise Marvin and be happy to see him, at least judging from how he hummed happily into his pillow.

Marvin has made himself comfortable in the corner of Jackie’s bed, carefully positioned so that he won’t bother him but can still press a leg up against his. The physical contact allows him to read Jackie’s vital signs via his magic, though the feedback he gets now is strangely warped. He can still read it, he still knows it means Jackie is doing okay physically aside from his slowly receding fever, but the signal is muddled by foreign, untempered magic. It’s like listening to the radio with the dial just a bit off the frequency of an active station.

Last time when the two of them were on a scouting mission for demonic activity, Jackie got hit with...some sort of spell. Marvin’s instinct is to call it a curse, but he’s honestly not sure. It didn’t have intent, it didn’t have any sort of malicious goal. It was just a blast of jumbled, mutant magical energy, that initially didn’t seem to do much more than just disorient Jackie. But it clung to him, still without a purpose or direction, but still confusing and shutting down Jackie’s own magic more and more.

Henrik said it reminds him of some virus. Maybe Jackie’s body thinks that’s what it is, too, and that’s why he has a fever now.

Marvin had been an anxious mess while Henrik worked behind the closed door of Jackie’s room. Normally he would have let Marvin help him, but...not this time, he didn’t. Even though they all know that Marvin is their magic expert, and often Henrik’s right hand when his magic can help with healing.

But this time he was left outside, tugging on the hairtie he pulled off from around his wrist until it eventually snapped and Chase sat down next to him so that he could hold his hands. He was worried, but also confused, because he didn’t know how an undirected clump of magic could mess up Jackie so much. Someone who relies on magic a lot, sure, he could see this happening to them, but...Jackie? He’s not exactly the most magically adept person he’s ever met. And his powers, while they might be rooted in magic, aren’t incredibly powerful either. Hell, half the time he can’t even consciously activate them!

So...why?

He still doesn’t know that, even now as he’s sitting on Jackie’s bed, keeping tabs on his vitals and reading.

Jackie stirs again. Marvin puts down his book on his lap, keeping his finger between the pages, and watches. His eyes blink open, or more like half-open, really, and he moves his head, humming something. When he gets no response, he tries again. This time, it sounds more like a word.

“Marv’n?”

Marvin smiles at him, soft and loving. After all that anxiety, hearing his name on Jackie’s lips, even if slurred with exhaustion and fever, is very, very comforting. “Yes, love?”

“Y’re...” Jackie mumbles, his words just short of completely unintelligible, a sleepy smile on his face. “Very pretty.”

Marvin can’t help but laugh, though he makes sure to keep it quiet. Really? The first thing Jackie manages to coherently say when he sees him, and it’s a compliment? It’s typical of him (though Marvin had honestly expected some teasing or joke), but it doesn’t make it any less touching.

Marvin’s usual response to that would be a proud ‘Yeah, I know!’ and a teasing grin, but this time he just hums and says a soft “Thank you.”

Jackie makes a contented noise in response, then adjusts his position a little (well, probably as much as he can right now). Marvin notices with some delay that he’s trying to reach his hand towards him, even more clumsier than usual, barely strong enough to raise his hand. But he finally catches on and scoots closer until he’s sitting next to Jackie’s hip, leaving his book at the end of the bed. He takes ahold of Jackie’s hand, wrapping it in both his hands and pulling them onto his lap. He can feel Jackie’s fingers curling to grasp at his at he starts to draw circles into the back of his hand with his own.

Jackie lets out another contented hum, and Marvin assumes that means he’s going to doze off again. He’s very wrong though, because turns out this time Jackie has lots to say.

“Your hair is so...soft,” he says, words still slurred but maybe, maybe a little bit clearer this time, and he’s still smiling. Marvin can feel his fingers flex against his before they settle again. “Y’r eyes...yeah.”

“If you say so,” Marvin laughs, still quiet and soft and fond. Jackie smiles up at him like he’d just uttered the most perfectly crafted love confession. And it’s not like Marvin doesn’t appreciate it despite its complete lack of eloquence. Being told he’s pretty, by his boyfriend who’s sick and as out of it as it gets, is not the first element on his List of Romantic Things, but as it turns out...it’s up there. “Thank you.”

They sit in silence for a while. Well, mostly silence, aside from Jackie’s occasional hums. Marvin keeps drawing little patterns into the back of Jackie’s hand, and Jackie’s blinks slowly get longer and longer again. It gets to the point where Marvin feels like he’s fighting to stay awake.

“Go to sleep, love. Come on,” he whispers finally, because maybe if he tells Jackie to, he’ll fall asleep sooner. His fever is still there, though it’s been slowly going down over time. Maybe a nap could take care of the rest.

Jackie hums something and obediently wiggles onto his side. Marvin moves his hand in his to be tucked near his pillow instead, and as he lets go he feels Jackie weakly trying to hold on still.

“It’s okay,” Marvin says, barely a whisper, as he leans on one elbow, half sitting and half lying down, to let him get closer to Jackie. He runs a hand down his cheek, and watches as his eyes drift shut. He looks content, and it takes him a while to open his eyes again, but Marvin waits. He leans down to kiss his temple, lingering. “You can sleep now.”

One of Jackie’s hands finds his again, clutching on and pressing it weakly to his face. Marvin brushes his thumb against his cheek. He doesn’t pull his hand away this time.

“I love you,” Jackie mumbles, and half the sounds get lots in his pillow, but Marvin understands anyway and his heart flutters in his chest. Jackie doesn’t resist when he moves their still linked hands to rest on the sheets next to Jackie’s head instead. His eyes drift closed again.

Careful not to pull his now obviously occupied hand away, Marvin adjusts his other arm until he can lie down too. There’s not much space left for him, but he doesn’t mind. He might even doze off himself – he hasn’t had any sleep in what feels like days, even though it’s only been a couple hours more than he usually stays up for, and he’s exhausted.

“I love you too, sweetheart,” he whispers back finally, though Jackie might already be asleep, he’s not sure. He lets his head sink into the very edge of Jackie’s largest pillow, keeping one eye open still. He ignores the unpleasant noise of the foreign magic twisting around in Jackie’s body, and concentrates on his heartbeat instead.

He falls asleep to it too, eventually.

[imagine-loki]

Loki and the Witchling

TITLE: Loki and the Witchling 

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 19/?

AUTHOR: nekoamamori

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine you’re a healer working with the Avengers when Loki comes to join the team

RATING: T (so far) 

NOTES/WARNINGS: Also on AO3 click here

     You spent the next month in even more lessons than usual. It was a nightmare. You had school, magic lessons with Loki, magic lessons with Doctor Strange, dancing lessons with Thor and Nat and occasionally Tony and Pepper, plus actual combat lessons. You passed out on the couch over your homework more than one night from overwork. “Witchling, you have got to learn to pace yourself and say ‘no’ occasionally,” Loki scolded gently one night as he carried you to your bed after you’d passed out on the couch trying to finish your calculus homework.

    “I can say no,” you murmured, only half-awoken by his words.

    “Sure you can, witchling,” he chuckled. “I have yet to hear you say that you cannot take on an additional training or lesson,”

    “That’s cuz I can,” you replied. He sighed in loving exasperation.

    “You do not have to keep proving yourself. You are already part of the team, and they need to learn to respect your limits,” he reminded you gently.

    “I love you too,” you murmured, cuddling yourself more comfortably in his arms and dozing back off.

    One of these days one of the two of you might say the words while you were awake…

    *

    Your respite came the next morning. You hadn’t even realized the date at first, but knew as soon as you went down to breakfast the something was wrong. Everything felt wrong and you could smell the magic in the air. On a hunch you asked. “Jarvis, what’s today’s date?”

    “It is April the first, miss,”

    “Shit,” you mumbled. You cursed again when the elevator doors open and you spotted the rest of the team. You should not have come downstairs today.

    “Y/N! What’s going on?!” Cap demanded when ‘he’ spotted you. The trouble was that all of the team was currently the opposite gender. They all looked pissed, except Thor who was just shoving your poptarts in his currently female face.

    You shrugged as you stepped into the room and onto the battlefield. You hadn’t been affected by this spell. “No idea. It wasn’t me,” you replied, actually innocently. You had nothing to do with this. You tried so very hard not to laugh at Tony playing with his boobs.

    “You’re the only one not affected,” Bruce said logically.

    You shrugged again and stole some of the poptarts from Thor. Thor growled at you, but the effect was diminished out of a female throat. You kissed him on the cheek in reply, enjoying annoying your adopted older brother. “Thanks for sharing,” you grinned. “I didn’t know anything about this until I walked off the elevator. And before you ask, I haven’t seen Loki this morning and don’t know where he is. He’s probably laughing at all of the chaos,”

    “You’re supposed to keep a leash on him,” Tony grumbled, finally looking up from his new boobs.

    “Even if it were my job to keep a leash on him, which it’s not, since he’s my boyfriend, not my prisoner; today is April Fool’s Day. Even I’m not stupid enough to try to think I have any control over anything he does today. My advice is try to stay in his good graces so the pranks don’t get worse,” you told them as you sat with Thor to eat poptarts. “At least you’re all still pretty,” you added, earning you more glares and curses from the team.

    “And why are you unaffected?” Clint asked.

    “It is unwise to upset one’s kærasta,” Loki’s voice came from the elevator, but it wasn’t quite right. You turned with everyone else to watch the beautiful woman with long black hair step out of the elevator. You grinned and got to your feet to rush over to Loki.

    “Morning Loki. Decided to join in the fun?” you asked her. She was still taller than you, but not as much so as usual. She looked hesitant, worried, unsure of your reaction. So you leaned up and kissed her, just like you would have on any other day. You saw the relief in her eyes and smile.

    “It seemed like such fun. Would you care to join us?”

    “No, thank you. Not my cup of tea,” you replied. You took Loki’s hand and led her to the dining room table where you stole more poptarts from Thor.

    “How come she gets a choice?” Tony demanded like a petulant child.

    “Kærasta,” Loki repeated pleasantly.

    “Care to explain that word, love? You keep using it and I’d like to know what it means,”

    “It means ‘darling’” Loki started

    “Or ‘beloved’” Thor added. You nodded and stored that piece of information away.

    “An emergency has come in with a group of enhanced,” Jarvis announced.

    “Show us,” Cap and Tony ordered at the same time. Footage came up on the screen of people blowing up buildings.

    “Suit up,” Cap ordered. “Loki, lift your spell!”

    “I cannot. The spell ends at midnight. Not a moment sooner,” Loki replied with a grin, enjoying the chaos. It wasn’t really hurting anything, since everyone still had their powers and skills, just the wrong body parts.

    “Um…Cap. None of our suits will fit,” Nat reminded everyone.

    “Sure they will,” Loki said pleasantly. “I am not a heathen.” Everyone had to have clothes that would fit, and look nice, or Loki would’ve been sad.

    “You and Y/N are coming too. This looks bad and we need everyone’s help. Meet us on the flight deck. You have five minutes,” Cap addressed that last part to everyone. You and Loki used magic to change into your battle costumes. Loki’s was changed for being female today, but she still had the golden horned helmet. Yours was just a plain black SHIELD uniform. It looked nearly identical to Nat’s. You tied your hair back carefully.

    “Need one?” You asked offering Loki a hair-tie. She laughed and shook her head.

    “My hair will not misbehave during a mission.” You slipped the hairtie back on your wrist among its friends.

    “We better get upstairs,” you said a bit nervously. You weren’t usually brought along on missions. Cap must’ve thought this would be bad.

    “We will be fine, darling,” Loki reassured you as you rode the elevator upstairs. Thor was next to join you. The others took longer getting ready, except Nat, who didn’t seem as affected by the body-change as everyone else. She started setting up the jet you were all going to take. Everyone else rushed into the jet and took their seats. You watched excitedly as the plane took off. Loki giggled at your reaction.

    “I’ve never flown before,” you explained. “Well, except once, but that was by Thor and not by airplane, so it doesn’t count,”

    “When did Thor fly you?”

    “After he saw what my foster father did to my face. He decided to take me to the Avengers tower that instant,” you explained as you watched the world out the window of the jet. It was fascinating and terrifying at the same time.

    It wasn’t long before you reached your destination. “Y/N, stay under cover and out of the direct fight. We don’t want to lose our healer. Don’t be stupid,” Cap ordered to you as your part of the directions. “Protect the healer,” Cap ordered the others. You tried not to roll your eyes. You could protect yourself.

    You and Loki stuck together for the beginning of the battle. You both fought very similarly, using magic and illusions and being out of the line of fire instead of trying to take the hits. “Kid, Clint’s been shot!” Tony’s voice came over the device in your ear.

    “Again?” You grumbled. “Where is he? Set a flare and I’ll teleport there,” The flare appeared and you teleported to the spot. Tony was standing over Clint, defending him. “I’ve got this,” you told Tony as you knelt beside Clint and got to work, throwing a shield around the two of you for protection until the healing was complete. Tony jetted off to go fight other things. You got Clint healed and he jumped back up to get back to the attack.

    After that, you had to teleport all around the battlefield, healing your friends and throwing magic and daggers at the enemies.

    “There’s a healer!” one of the bad guys called when they caught you healing Cap. Cap shielded the two of you with his shield the next instant when the enemies converged on you. You grabbed Cap and teleported both of you behind the line of the bad guys. Thor dropped from the sky and hit Cap’s shield with his hammer, knocking out that entire group.

    “Y/N, get to Nat!” Clint’s voice was frantic in your ear.

    “Where is she?” you demanded. Stark sent up another flare. You teleported over there and knelt beside Nat to get to work healing her. “Stark, guard us. I can’t keep teleporting all over, making shields, and healing.” Your magic was strong, but even you had limits and this fight was going to test them.

    It took a lot more magic and a ton more healing during battle before the battle was done. Everyone was drained by the time you finally defeated the enhanced and bound them for SHIELD to come collect.

    You still had one more job and had to use more magic to calm the Hulk so he could change back into Bruce. It took awhile to get Hulk to recognize you. He was still so battle hazed. You finally had to rip your hairtie out with a bloody hand so Hulk could see your hair. “It’s me, Hulk. The healer,” you said softly, gently, using soothing magic as soon as you got close enough. You placed a hand on Hulk’s arm when he finally calmed enough and shoved more soothing magic into him, until he stumbled away a few steps to change back into Bruce. You summoned a cape to wrap around Bruce, since Loki’s spell was still in effect and you were sure that Bruce didn’t want everyone to see him without a shirt when he was a girl.

    Loki pulled you to your feet while Nat helped Bruce to his. “Are you ok?” you asked Loki. You hadn’t seen her for most of the battle and your healer instincts took priority to everything else.

    “I’m fine, witchling. The battle is over. We can all go home now,” Loki wrapped an arm around you to support you on the walk back to the jet. Thor came up and wrapped an arm around your other side.

    “Good work today, healer,” he said jovially.

    “Thanks, Thor,” even your voice sounded tired.

    The flight home was uneventful, everyone slept and Jarvis flew the plane home. They praised your work again, knowing full well that your battlefield healing was the only reason that fight wasn’t a thousand times worse. The group passed out in the livingroom after drinks for their nerves. You were excluded from that due to your age and the fact that Cap was in the room. You passed out curled on the couch with Loki regardless.

    You stole an image of everyone passed out in the wrong genders from Jarvis’ footage later to tape up in your locker and add to your collection.

    Loki’s spell was nearly over when the group woke again. You somehow convinced them to take a group picture in costume before the spell ended. That picture was definitely going up in your locker. Hell, it was on Facebook thirty seconds after it was taken. The internet loved the April Fool’s joke.

    You walked upstairs with Loki after the team had raided the fridge so you could get some proper sleep. Your hand was in Loki’s and you were chatting as you walked, like nothing had changed. “It does not disturb you to see me like this?” Loki asked, her voice worried and scared.

    “Love, what is it going to take to convince you that I don’t care what you look like? You’re my Loki no matter what form you’re in. It doesn’t matter if you’re male or female, Jotun, Asgardian, human. I love you no matter what,” you told her firmly. You felt the thousand shades of red your face turned when you realized what you said.

    “I love you too, witchling,” Loki replied and leaned down to kiss you. You met her halfway. The clock chimed midnight while you were kissing.

    “The spell didn’t end?” you asked when the kiss broke and you saw that Loki was still female.

    “This was not part of the spell. I just wished to be female,” Loki replied with a grin.

    You shrugged. “Fair enough,”

    “The rest of the team is back to normal,” she added.

    “That’s good. Tony’s a whiny baby when he has boobs,” you laughed, getting a giggle out of Loki too.

    “Tony is always a whiny baby. Just because he suffered defenestration once he forever does not like me,” Loki mock-whined.

    “Poor baby,” you laughed, but your laugh was punctuated by a yawn. “I should get some real sleep. The team can’t survive a minute in the fight without someone needing healed. Night Loki,”

    “Goodnight, witchling,” she replied. You gave her one last kiss before entering your own suite to get some sleep.

    *

    A few days later you had to go hunting Loki in the building. He wasn’t at breakfast and hadn’t been in his room when you went looking for him that morning. You’d braved downstairs with the largest dagger you’d found hidden in Loki’s room and without your powers. “Jarvis, do you know where Loki is?” You had to ask when Loki wasn’t at breakfast.

    “He is downstairs training with Thor,” Jarvis replied.

    “Thank you, Jarvis,” you replied and headed back to the elevator to go find your wayward boyfriend. He was in one of the training rooms with Thor, where they were sparring shirtless. You took a minute to take some pictures and enjoy the view before you entered the room and drew attention to yourself.

    They both turned and greeted you at the same time. Loki rushed over to you, concern in his expression. “Witchling, you should be in bed,” he said gently. You nodded, sure he could feel that you were without your powers.

    “I was going to go curl back up with a book, but this seems like way more fun to watch.” You’d rather spend the morning with him than hiding alone in your room. They both chuckled at that.

    “You can stay and watch if you would like,” Loki told you with a smile. Thor nodded agreement. “But that cannot be the reason you came down here?”

    “No, I came to see if you had any tea?”

    He gave you a warm smile. “Of course, darling,” he replied. He summoned you a comfortable chair with a throw blanket and got you settled there with a cup of his healing tea. You watched them spar, enjoying both the view of the two very handsome men shirtless, and their very different fighting styles. The fear was still there in the back of your mind, but you knew you were safe in Loki’s company, and by extension, Thor’s. You didn’t know how long they worked, they both had more stamina than humans and could and did fight for hours. The tea cup refilled itself and the saucer floated next to you so you didn’t need a table.

    “Witchling, how asleep are you?” Loki asked softly a long while later.

    “‘m awake,” you murmured, trying to open your eyes. It didn’t work so you gave up. Your head was pillowed on your arms, on the arm of the chair, curled up like a kitten under the throw blanket.

    “I see that,” he replied dryly. “Thor and I are done down here. Time to finish your nap in your own bed.” He lifted you carefully into his strong arms, cradled against his cool, still shirtless, chest. You didn’t wake any further. You were safe with him, even without your powers.

    “You love her, brother,” Thor commented. “I have never seen you like this in all of our years,”

    “I believe the Earth term is ‘duh’,” Loki replied defensively. “She is my girlfriend. It would be a bad sign indeed if I did not love her,”

    “You have had girlfriends and flirtations before. This is not that,”

    “What is your point, Thor?” Loki grumbled, still defensive.

    “My point, darling brother, is that you tend to poke at things until they break and do stupid things for attention. She could be your eiginkona if you do not to something stupid to mess it up or scare her away,”

    “She has not been scared away by my Jotun form or my desire to occasionally be female; I doubt anything could scare her,” Loki’s voice was full of pride and joy.

    “That may be true. It is obvious how much she loves you, brother. She just spent an entire morning without her powers in the company of two fighting men. I think only Lady Sif would have done anything like that at home,”

    “Sif would have joined in to kick both of our asses for being male in her presence. We should be glad that Y/N just wanted to watch.”

    Thor chuckled. “The point is, that your darling braved her fear just to spend time with you this morning, and trusted you enough to fall asleep while we were sparring and she is vulnerable. Do not be stupid now that you finally have what you have always been looking for, brother,”