#when he lends you his clothes you just end up sleeping in them because they smell like him

[meownotgood]

how do u think aki would react to reader wearing his clothes

also sex, sex with reader wearing akis clothes yeahyeahyeahyeah

I love thinking about this so much... because there's just so many of aki's clothes I want to steal... his clothes always look so comfy and soft

honestly, he wouldn't mind you borrowing his clothes. but seeing you wearing them, wearing his big t-shirt or his pajamas, it makes his heart practically skip a beat in his chest. and if you decided to wear one of his button down dress shirts, god he wouldn't be able to handle it

[angelltheninth]

Honkai Star Rail Men when You Wear Their Clothes

Pairing: Blade, Dan Heng, Gepard, Jing Yuan, Sampo, Welt x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, teasing, kissing, blushing, playful biting, Reader being lifted up, size difference (with Jing Yuan)

A/N: Today has been a little off for me so I'm gonna write something that makes me real happy thinking about. And that is lots of fluff with my new favorite men.

Blade would take his clothes back without even questioning why you have it. Yeah he would leave you in your underwear, or less, until you ask him to wear his clothes. There, was that so hard. If you ask him properly you can have anything of his that you want. And he really does mean anything. A kiss? Not exactly what he had in mind but the day just started, so you can start with a kiss and work your way to more things after.

Dan Heng wonders where your clothes is, if there's something wrong with it, if its dirty so you had to put on his. He wants to know but he's getting quite distracted by the fact that his shirt is covering your pretty well but... your legs are bare. Where are your pants? If you're gonna be stealing his clothes like this he at least wants them washed afterwards. No, not now, keep them on! Later, after he's memorized how cute you look in them.

Gepard would throw even more clothes on you, what you're wearing is very little, you'll catch a cold or something. He would also be blushing when you laugh and walk up to him, his loose shirt riding up your body as you do so. His hands are shaking as he puts them on your hips and gives you a little good morning kiss. You sure you're not feeling cold? He likes his clothes on you, his shirt and his short pants but he would like it much more if you were in bed with him where he knows he can warm you up.

Jing Yuan gets a goofy grin on his face when he sees you wearing his big pants. Damn that looks cute on you, loose on your legs and spilling down over your feet, almost covering them up. He almost feels bad about having to take them off. You promised him a morning bath remember? He will lend you clean clothes afterwards if you want but you have to honor your end of the deal like he honored his last night when he finally let you sleep from practically smothering you in kisses and making your neck look like it's been attacked. He heaves you up and has your legs wrapped around him, his lips whispering and biting at your neck as he carries you to the bathroom, adding to the array of marks.

Sampo looks at you for a good long while, a slightly embaressed grin making its way to his face. He likes this very, very much. In fact you can even go out like this, wearing his shirt, his pants, his kisses on your shoulder. Will practically skip over to you and kiss your face all over while wishing you a good morning, this has been a surprisingly good start to his day and its all because of such a small thing like you wearing his clothes. So tell him, how should he repay this?

Welt stops at the doorway, stunned at the beautiful sight of you in his shirt, reading a book on the sofa and waiting for him. He gets a big, relaxed, heartwarming smile on his face because of how calm this is, how wonderful his life has turned out. He stays there for a little longer, sketching you in his notebook before he walks over and gives you a kiss on the cheek, making you jump a little because you didn't hear him enter the room.

[yanderestarangel]

hello! i just found your blog and i've been obsessed with your writing <33 can i request a smut with a poly relationship with johnny and kenshi. i feel like they'd be so drastically different but work so well together in bed

HEADKANONKS MK1 | KENSHI TAKAHASHI X JOHNNY CAGE X READER

TW: afab anatomy, fluff, soft headcanons, threesome, smut, nsfw, double penetration, blowjob, kenshi and Johnny make out with each other, gay sex, anal sex, vibrators, ice play, switch!reader, sub!johnny, dom!kenshi, daddykink.

♡ A relationship with both of them at the same time would be quite an adventure. Kenshi is the balance between you and Johnny - he knows that if he leaves you two alone, you and Johnny might do crazy things and end up in jail, like the time you two accidentally set one of Johnny's cars on fire on a public street. -Kenshi had to pay the two of you bail, with Johnny's money of course -

♡ The three of you have a group on WhatsApp, everything you need to talk about you will talk about in that chat, be it gossip, news or even asking where each one is, when the other is away, you named your boyfriend's contact as "gay son " and "thot daughter" - I don't even need to say who is who, right? -

♡ Kenshi has the love language serving, showing that he cares about you and Johnny, if you ask to be carried or a glass of water or anything within his reach, he will do it.

Example: You, Kenshi and Johnny watching a movie on Saturday night, on Cage's king size bed, Kenshi on the left side, you in the middle and Johnny lying on your thighs as he took Kenshi's hand too. You felt thirsty but were too lazy to get up and help yourself, soon turning to Takahashi.

"-Can you get me a glass of water, my love?" -You asked calmly, smiling at the man who just waved and stood up.

"-Can you get it for me too baby girl?" -Johnny said laughing to Kenshi who gave the middle finger in response to the actor.

"-What's up Takahashi? I'm your boyfriend too!" -Cage said in response, as he looked at you pouting, you soon asked Kenshi to bring it to Johnny too, and he obeyed - he was already going to do it anyway, but he loved seeing Johnny beg and get angry and you knew it, affectionately in your other partner's hair.

♡ Johnny Cage has a different language, he likes to spend money on you and Kenshi, shopping in luxurious malls, sports cars, branded watches, everything you and Kenshi imagine and want is yours, just ask and Cage will move mountains if it takes to see you two smile.

♡ You live in Johnny's mansion, in the same room, in the same bed. If you're not used to sharing a bed, it's best to get used to it. Johnny will hug you, suffocating you on his chest, it's an uncontrollable and involuntary gesture of his, while placing one of his muscular thighs on top of you. Kenshi sleeps straight, with his stomach up, but sometimes he will also do the same as Johnny with you - you could barely breathe due to the weight of them together -

♡ Kenshi lends you his clothes, but tells you not to pass them on to Johnny, which you disobey and do the opposite, sometimes Johnny himself asks you to take Takahashi's shirts for him to wear, all to tease the poor swordsman.

"-I thought I asked for my shirt for you to wear, not Cage." -Kenshi said, laughing aside, watching Johnny parade around the house in his red satin shirt.

"-This blouse looks better on me than on you Takahashi, that's why our dear (Y/N) lent it to me." -Johnny said, giving you a kiss, and then another one with Kenshi, making him agree and not be angry with you two.

♡ Johnny will always take you two to his awards, he doesn't care about judgement, he has two extremely hot partners by his side, why would he be embarrassed?

♡ Kenshi and Johnny get along well, that is, your relationship has almost no fights, if you are insecure about something, especially with them being together more and leaving you out, they will sit down and talk, it's a little scary because it was The first time you saw Johnny was extremely serious, saying that he loves you equally as he loves Kenshi, and that he would never leave either of you for anything.

♡ They can work very well together in bed to give you pleasure, Kenshi loves being rougher and more dominant, watching you squirm and beg for him, Johnhy makes you excited and satiates you at the same time, he can't contain his dick in his pants. seeing you beg so beautifully for him and Kenshi to fuck you.

♡ Johnny likes to fuck your pussy with his fingers and tongue, while Kenshi loves watching you squirm, Johnny's fingers go on your clit while Takahashi pushes his dick into your pussy, both of them smiling as he sees you moan and turn into a crying mess. Cage would help Kenshi's dick enter you further or even suck Takahashi's dick while lying on your belly, to help lubricate the way.

♡ They both like to give double blowjobs, that is, your poor mouth will have both of their cocks at the same time, while they both smile and moan in unison, kissing each other sometimes while praising you for taking their cock so well.

♡ The three of you like to tease each other outside too, using vibrators. You would use a small internal oval, inside your pussy. Johnny would use it on his dick and inside him, while Kenshi used one only on his dick, the adrenaline was not knowing who would activate the speed or increase it, ending with Kenshi fucking Johnny while Johnny fucked you hard - Kenshi between Johnny's legs and you sitting down with your pussy in the movie star's mouth.

♡ They also like to do double penetration, with Kenshi going in your ass and Cage in your pussy, they accelerate the rhythm together, holding you between the two of them, while Johnny praises you, Kenshi degrades you...

♡ Kenshi will play with ice on your nipples, while Johnny used the cube to rub it on your clit, while you were blindfolded, completely at the mercy of both of them - you would have to guess which dick was entering your pussy at that moment, Kenshi's or Johnny's , both are thick and big, so you would have to use maximum touch to find out -

♡ When one or the other is tired, you can fuck him, you can always turn to your other partner. If Kenshi is too tired Johnny will fuck you on the mattress moaning and whimpering while Takahashi sleeps. If Johnny is too tired, Kenshi will fuck you all over the mansion and record the fuck for Cage to watch later - and obviously tease him -

♡ Johnny will also want to be fucked by you, don't have a dick? just grab a strap on and fuck his ass, he'll whimper at you while calling you "daddy/mommy" muffled by Kenshi's dick in his mouth.

Johnny smirks against your clit, his tongue swirling and flicking expertly, his lips occasionally sucking gently. The sensation sends shivers of pleasure coursing through your body. Meanwhile, Kenshi groans softly as you take him into your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat. His hand finds its way to your hair, gripping it gently, guiding your movements. You can feel the intensity building in both of them, their desire for you palpable in every touch and caress.

Johnny, his lips leaving a trail of wet kisses along your inner thigh, slowly moves up your body, his eyes locked with yours. He positions himself between your thighs, his erection pressing against your entrance. Kenshi, still enjoying the lust of your mouth, watches with an intense gaze. Johnny, lost in the waves of pleasure, moans deeply, his grip on your hips tightening. As Kenshi's thrusts grow more intense, he leans over Johnny, his voice dripping with domination.

"-You're such a greedy little slut, Johnny..." Kenshi sneers, his tone laced. "-Taking pleasure from both ends, unable to get enough. Look at you, being fucked like the naughty little whore you are." A mischievous smile tugs at your lips as you witness Kenshi pulling out of Johnny, leaving him panting and needy. You lock eyes with Johnny. Slowly, you lower yourself onto his hard cock, your tightness enveloping him completely.

Johnny's eyes widen with pleasure as he fills you, his grip on your hips tightening in an attempt to control his own urges. You move your body in slow, tantalizing motions, savoring the feeling of him deep inside you.

Meanwhile, Kenshi positions himself behind Johnny once again, his hands firmly gripping his hips. With a single fluid motion, he pushes back into Johnny's willing ass, eliciting a chorus of mixed moans and gasps from all three of you. Johnny's body trembles, his breath coming out in ragged gasps as he nears the edge of pleasure. He looks up at you with a mix of desire and desperation, his voice strained as he fights for control. "-Please...please let me cum. I need to release, to feel the warmth of your pussy and the grip of Kenshi's dick..."

Kenshi, his grip on your breasts tightening, thrusts into Johnny with a renewed vigor, adding to the overwhelming sensations coursing through all of you. Your eyes lock with Johnny's, a knowing smirk on your face as you give him permission to release. "-Cum for us, Johnny. Coat me with your warmth and feel the pleasure surge through you as Kenshi fills your tight ass."

With a final thrust, he pours his lust into your awaiting pussy, moaning out your name in ecstasy.

Simultaneously, Kenshi finds his release inside Johnny's willing ass, his body shuddering with pleasure and fulfillment. The intensity of the moment overwhelms you, the sensation of being filled from both ends heightening your own pleasure.

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

[moumouton4]

Just Like A Candy || Katsuki Bakugo x fem!reader

A/n : Okay it's been so long since I've written a fic of my one ! I don't know what this is but it's sweet and funny ! 😘 Happy new year everyone, wish y'all health, sucess and love 💙💚

A/n 2 : I love this theory but still don't think Katsuki would smell like this, a bit like when people say Dabi would smell like leather you know

Masterlist ⚜

Warning : None, just fluff

Summary : You smell like a fricking candy today and everyone is wondering from where it comes. Little did they know it's not from where but rather from whom

I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Words count : 1290

“I can assure you I didn’t change my parfum Mina” you answered one more of the plethora of questions she was asking you.

“Your routine then ?” she inquired.

“You know I don’t do routines” you chuckled at her insistence.

“Well then you’re spending your days making caramel in a bakery because you sure smell like candies” she laughed.

You only shook your head laughing at her antics. Truth be told, you knew that this lingering sugary parfum may be the consequence of spending the past evenings in your explosive boyfriend’s sheets. It’s true that it’s been a week that you both took a new step in your relationship. It’s been a while you’ve been dating but recently Katsuki felt the need to have you closer to him, and since he was the one to go sleep early, instead of throwing out of his room when the strokes of 9 pm arrived, he one day asked you if you didn’t want to stay the night.

Well it sounded more like an “Oi ! Where do you think you’re going dumbass ?”

“Well it’s 9 pm so I’ll let you go to sleep-”

“And since when dumbasses like you take initiatives” he flickered your forehead before his voice got softer “Just spend the night there, okay ?” he asked.

And of course you accepted. But this quickly turned into a daily thing, ending up in you both always sharing either his or your bed at night. Sometimes he’d lend you some clothes if you asked for - and he would never admit it to anyone else - but even if most of the time it was his clothes that were wearing you, you looked incredibly fine and attractive in them.

“Mine” he would grumble murmur under his breath as he holds you tight against his warm body, his chin resting on the top of your head. His arms squeezing you ever so slightly, a silent testament to his deep rooted love for you.

His warmth both physical and emotional provided you a cocoon in which sleep felt like a piece of heaven. Even the room felt warm and comforting, as if smelled just like him, a sort of balmy caramel. Only a few people noticed that he smelled so - or more his quirk made him smell so - because the day he usually concealed it with some eau de Cologne, but of course everyone who came into his room could smell the sweet perfume it held.

Cuddling with him you breathed in his scent “You smell so good Kat. Just like a candy”

“Shut up idiot” he mumbled, feeling the red rushing to his cheeks.

“But you’re my little snack, aren’t you ?” you teased. That day you won by K.O. as he buried his face to the other side in his pillow so you wouldn’t see how flustered he looked.

But knowing you liked this smell so much, the tiny bit of self-consciousness he had about the smell being so uncanny of his persona faded, and he started using less and less Cologne, letting his true self shine bright ( like a diamond )

And as I was saying, it’s evident that with all the time you daily spent with him, you would start smelling like him, and even more when you’re wearing his shirts, or yours that stayed too long in his wardrobe. Everyone obviously knew that Katsuki and you were dating, I mean it was evident considering the deadly stare he gave every man who walked 4 meters away from you. But also everyone was far away from thinking that Katsuki would smell so… sweet.

And so as today, your friends, Mina and soon after Kyoka were fixated about your new perfume that made you smell like a threat, on Katsuki’s side his friends noticed a slight change in the air as well.

In the living areas of the dorms, Eijiro and Katsuki were in the middle of a discussion when Denki walked towards them,although he wasn't interested in taking part in the discussion, his opinion changed radically when the sweet smell tickled his nostrils “Hey do y’all smell that ? Who tried to sneak popcorn before me ?” he asked, his eyes looking everywhere, he was surely drooling at the thought of the corn snack.

As the explosive was about to roar about how he just interrupted their conversation, his best friend spoke first “I don’t smell anything” after all he was used to hanging out with him either to play video games with the pomeranian haired boy or to spare in the training room.

Excessively sniffing in the air Denki went on “I know the smell of good food when I smell it. Don't you smell anything Katsuki ?"

"Tshh you heard Shitty Hair, nobody's eating idiot"

Soon after Sero entered the common room. He too noticed the longing scent as he hovered near his friends. Concentrating a little more, the two boys came to a conclusion "Don't you think it smells like the perfume of one of the girls in class ?" remarked the raven haired boy, looking at the ceiling.

"Ooooh yes now that you mention it" he murmured. And it didn't take them more than 5 minutes to come to the following conclusion "Y/n !!!" they both exclaimed.

Meanwhile Eijiro and Katsuki went back to their discussion, just before being pulled out by Denki, who exclaimed, "I should have known she is the sweetest of us all-"

"You've got something to add Dunce Face" Katsuki stood up as he rolled up his sleeve, his fist rising dangerously close to the electric's face. Only to lower it when you entered the room, he knew you didn't like him hitting your friends of the Bakusquad.

"What's happening there ?" you asked, your feet instinctively bringing you to your boyfriend, who wasted no time in wrapping a protective arm around your waist.

This didn't stop Denki from moving to your other side, to put his intuition into practice, but as he inhaled your perfume he realized that the scent wasn't as pronounced as the one he'd smelled when only Eijiro and Katsuki were in the common room. The expression on his face was one of pure bewilderment. He honestly thought it was you who smelled like that.

“Move away asshole !” Katsuki urged, his blood boiling at the sight of Denki sniffing his girlfriend. The other boy jumped like a cat, his eyes still wild as his brain struggled to connect the dots. You looked at your boyfriend trying as well to understand.

“Aren’t you supposed to smell sweet ?” the dazzling boy asked, only to be shooed once again by the explosive who started to have enough looking at your friends smelling his girlfriend “That’s not her dumbass it’s me. And it’s not sweet !” he growled, his arm tightening ever so slightly around your waist.

Under his breath Eijiro murmured a little “manly” at his best friend’s revelation.

“Nooo you’re kidding, this smells so good” Denki mused but Katsuki seemed even more angered “This smells like nitroglycerin ready to explode your moron’s face ! So get lost !” he roared, his other hand crackling and sparkling, this time effectively getting rid of Denki.

You chuckled at his antics “He has a point though, you smell so good babe” you said making the blush creep onto his cheeks. This time he didn’t say anything, his eyes shifting between yours and the wall behind you, before he pressed a light and quick kiss on your forehead and spoke for only you to hear “I’m glad you think so… dumbass” and with that he drew you closer to his chest, eager for the time to come, so you two would be able to enjoy one of those so cherished cuddling session you have every night.

[mrs-heelshire]

SLASHERS REACTING TO THEIR S/O CRYING BECAUSE THEY COULD FIT INTO THEIR SHIRT.

• gender neutral s/o • pure fluff • body positivity • reviews appreciated •

The Sinclair twins, Jason Voorhees, Micheal Myers, Bubba and Thomas Hewitt.

Bo :

To be honest, it was his fault your shirt ended up covered with beer, his own beer. Lending you one of his own tee-shirt in order to make it up to you, he was far from expecting to see tears rushing down your cheeks as you putted it on. Silently scared, you'll have to explain to him why fitting in your boyfriend clothes make you cry because he doesn't get it. He isn't good with words, but he'll make it up, he'll be there for you. Expect him to hide your clothes just to see you in his some more.

Vincent :

Spending the whole afternoon with him in the basement, you wouldn't even notice it was his sweaters and not yours that you just put on at the end of the day. Surprised it would fit, it would take you a minute to catch the information. The man may wasn't able to talk, but he's going to show you love in other ways. Wiping your tears away with his thumbs, he'll reassure you sweetly. Don't be ashamed of your own body in front of him, he loves all of your curves, no matter if you find them disgraceful or disgusting, he loves them.

Jason :

It was only September, and it felt so cold in the cabin at night. Worried that you'll catch a cold, Jason would lend you one of his sweaters to sleep in until he finds you nicer clothes. Don't even try, he won't take no for an answer. Yet, as soon as he saw you cry, he would panic. Don't you worry, his mother raised him more than well, explain to him why you're crying, and he would spend the next 24 hours reassuring you. Believe me, this man know what to say to make you feel better.

Micheal :

You wouldn't even get the time to even think of getting a sweater or even to notice the weather went down that he's already handing you one of his. Firstly, Micheal always keep an eye on you, and he always takes a good care of you. It was also his guilty pleasure to see you in his clothes, so that's why he isn't handing you one of your own sweaters, but one of his. Reluctant, scared it would be too tight for you, you just have to look into his eyes to know he wouldn't take no for an answer. Remaining silent even when you started crying when the joy of finally being able to fit in boyfriend clothes, he would yet pull you in a surprisingly warm embrace. No matter what your body type is, he loves you.

Bubba :

Just like Jason, the poor man would be so scared when you started crying the first time he lends you one of his clothes. You weren't with the family for long, and it was the first winter you spent with them. Having nothing warm to wear, he wouldn't hesitate to rush through his room to fetch you one of his sweaters. Reluctant at first, you couldn't say no to this adorable man. Silent for a moment when you noticed it actually fitted, tears rushed down your cheeks, and he would rush towards you. Please reassure him ! He is definitely going to reassure you as well.

Thomas :

It was a chill night in Texas when Thomas knocked at your door in the middle of the night. You weren't with the family for long, and it was the first winter you spent with them. Having nothing warm to wear, the thin sheets in your bed definitely weren't enough to keep you warm. Worried about you, he would bring you some extra blankets and a hand-sewn sweater by Mama Mae. It was his, and you knew it, you already saw him wearing it. Scared it would be too tight for you, you yet couldn't bring yourself to not accept it, worried you might hurt his feelings. Putting it on, joy tears would rush down your cheeks. It was the first time you were able to wear your boyfriend's clothes without tearing them or feeling too tight in them. Just like with Bubba, please explain the whole situation to him, he's definitely going to understand. Expect him to learn how to sew with his mom just to make you both some sweaters you could share. Now, you'll both be sharing your clothes, and he couldn't be more happy about it.

[oddinary4bts]

hey 😊, i wanted this for a while, a one shot of one of the members or one for each (whatever you want 😊). About they enlisting and oc (est. relationship) helping cutting the member's hair and then them crying in each others arms about it...or the member telling oc that he has to go for mandatory enlistment (please, whatever way you want🙏😊)

Hi!! So I don’t take requests unfortunately🥺 but here are some quick headcannons of them getting the haircut bc that’s all I can bring my brain to do after seeing that bangtan bomb🥲

Seokjin

he’d try to make jokes the whole time, though he’d grow teary eyed when you cut the first strands. You’d tell him that he’s still handsome, and he’d say obviously, before bursting out crying in your arms. When he’d calm down, you’d gently kiss him, and he’d hold you close until you both fall asleep.

Hoseok

he’d be weirdly silent, though smiling through the whole thing. After, he’d ask you to lay on top of him, with your head on his chest, and he’d tell you he loves you, and that he’ll miss you. You’d tell him that you’ll sleep in his clothes, and he’d make you promise to lend him a shirt so that he can bring it with him to remember you by every night.

Yoongi

he wouldn’t really care. You’d care more than him, and he’d say “it’s just hair, doll, don’t worry about it”. You’d end up making out, and he’d hold you closer than he usually does, the only indication that he might be a little more distressed than he’s trying to let show.

Namjoon

he’d tell you he likes his hair like this better anyway. He’d get emotional still, telling you he doesn’t know how he’ll make it without being able to see you for so long. You’d lay a hand on his chest, over his heart, and tell him that as long as his heart beats, you’ll be right there with him.

Jimin

he’d be devastated. You’d cry along with him, hands shaking as you slowly shave it all off. You’d tell him that he’s still beautiful, and that he’ll always be the most beautiful, and he’d tell you that he loves you. You’d hold him for a while, his face hidden in your chest, until his hands start roaming on your body, looking for salvation.

Taehyung

he’d make faces in the mirror the whole time, grinning wildly every time you laugh. After, you’d tell him that you’re weirdly attracted to his hair like that, and he’d tell you to take pictures so that you can look at him when you’re alone and touching yourself. You’d furiously blush red, punching his shoulder, and he’d laugh at your expanse.

Jungkook

he’d be fidgety. Almost dodging the razor every time it nears his head, and you’d scold him telling him to stay still. He’d pout, and you’d kiss the pout away, getting lost in his lips against yours, and then in the dance of your bodies together. When you’d be spent, you’d tell him “now we have to shave it off for real”. And though he’d shed a tear or two, Jungkook would tell you that he’s okay, because you’re the one shaving his hair for him.

[seneitut]

Hello! Can I request Gekko x male reader that finds Gekko jerking off while they have a sleepover? Of course if you're not comfortable doing that feel free to ignore it. Have a nice day and thank you!

“Vehemence”

[Gekko/Male!Reader]

Words: 3.5K

Tags: Fluff, NSFW +18, voyerism, masturbation, Handjob, Oral sex, more fluff, both of them being so in love(?) Sub!Gekko, Dom!Reader

Warning: There is a slight part where you could read it as non-consent but nothing much happens. Either way, remember! Consent is sexy and very much appreciatted!

[I had so much fun writing this hehe :3c Made the last revision at a restaurant hope it was worth it. This is for you all horndogs!!!!]

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It's hot.

It's so damned hot, he is this close to start stripping down out of his own skin to feel some sort of relief.

The windows are closed in this tiny room of yours, and with no way to let the air get in, Gekko thinks this is the closest to a furnace he will ever be in. He wonders how the fuck did you survive living in this place before moving into the protocol. Did you just get used to it, was this normal to you?

A little warning wouldn't have hurt before accepting. You should have let him know that his body was going to become roasted by the time morning rolls around instead of making sweet eyes and offering a room by your side.

Not that he complains about that, he was more than eager to accept the offer with no regards to what it could possibly mean for your relationship. Because who would dare to reject their long time crush sharing a bed together? Besides, it was either that or a hotel with a bunch of duelists who decided to reserve at last minute two rooms for the night.

And he doesn’t want to deal with Phoenix and Yoru in a single room, thank you. These women might be okay sharing one space and not complain about it, but he’s not and doesn’t want to be the third wheel of these dumbasses throughout the night.

It's a win-win situation for everyone. Phoenix will finally have his alone time with Yoru, and Gekko can have his own time with you.

Although this bonding would be better if you were awake and not sleeping soundlessly. As soon as you changed clothes and hit the bed, you might as well be dead to the world. A heavy sleeper you are, damn.

Maybe if he were more brave, a little cuddle session might have taken place. He knows you wouldn’t mind if asked, but with how shy Gekko is when it comes to physical affection— at least when it is about you— and with how sweaty he was getting, the embarrassment might not be suitable for him to handle nor the overwhelming feelings flustering him.

The furry covers sweltering against his skin, his pillows hard and warm on his head and the shorts you lended him tightening on the crotch side are starting to get the worse of him.

It's almost like everything around was trying to make him as uncomfortable as possible to make him lose his mind when all he wants is to bask in your presence and perhaps daydream with you a little bit. 

Gekko sighs.

You’re sleeping peacefully right beside him, a little too close to his personal space, snoring softly and lips parted slightly letting out puffs of warm breath against his bare shoulder. If it weren’t because he was getting sweaty and uncomfortable with the covers and his shorts, he would have gotten nervous with having you this close.

He was second-guessing himself over his decision. Maybe this was not good at all, perhaps staying with Phoenix and Yoru wasn’t going to be that bad. Hell, staying with the girls was an option too knowing how in love he was with you.

You suddenly roll around, startling him, and close the small gap between your bodies. Trying to fix your position while sleeping, you end up hugging his torso, burrowing your head on his neck and throwing a leg over him until your knee brushes against his pelvis.

Gekko can't help but gasp when the stimulation awakens his sex. Your dormant body moves on its own, accommodating yourself until you land a comfortable position and unconsciously rubbing your knee up and down until you find the perfect spot without noticing all you're doing is making friction against his cock.

Face warm and biting his lower lip to stop his groan, Gekko wishes your actions didn't have this effect so fast on him. Up this close, he can feel the pressure of your own dick against his thigh and soft breaths against his neck—you're making him lightheaded and horny and he doesn’t know how to stop it.

With reluctance, he decides to push you away, avoiding touching you where he shouldn't until some healthy distance is made and he can finally breathe.

You mutter something in your sleep, his name, in that sweet voice of yours which ignites the want and desire burning him from the inside and runs down his veins.

He wants to desperately touch himself and get rid of this boner and you, splayed next to him with your neck bare and the covers barely hiding your own arousal in the tight boxers you're wearing, isn't helping with how enticing you look in his eyes.

His cock twitched inside his trousers with the idea of release, while his hands get clammy with how often he flexes them to distract his urge to masturbate. Gulping once, twice, he thinks 'fuck it' before kicking down the covers and pulling down the trousers to free his hard member from its confines.

The soft glow of the moon through the window gives enough light to see the precum gathering at the tip of his cock, fully erect with the veins protruding on the sides. He scratches softly around the base, teasing himself, and his fingers caress the sides of his member with a feather-like touch until he is cupping his balls with one hand.

Fuck, he really is doing this, huh.

His thumb runs down the tip, covering the head in slick circular motions and giving in the barest stimulation to keep himself on edge. Gekko knows he should be working on this faster and get it over with, but there is this darkening thought clouding his lusted mind that he will never get the chance to have the person of his affection this close nor vulnerable for him to be able to fantasize freely.

Besides, the fact that you could be waking up anytime, catching him with his hand engulfing his hard cock and masturbating has him reeling in adrenaline.

Gekko moves his hand slowly, throwing his head back against the pillows and squirming when relief floods over his body. Biting his lower lip to refrain from making noises, he breathes out harshly, gasping, when one specific stroke sends a shiver down his spine.

He peeks at you, deep in slumber and still displayed for him to oogle you without shame. His eyes travel from your lips to your neck, down your chest until it lands on your dick and your thighs. Thinks he wouldn't mind sucking you off while masturbating, finds it fascinating that even through the boxers, your member looks engorged and enticing that his mouth waters just imagining its taste.

“Ah, fuck—” His hand trembles when he accelerates the rythym, closing his eyes and gasping softly with the slow movements on his cock.

Gekko has been thrusting into his hand unconsciously, trying to chase after the pleasurable feeling and wanting nothing more than to cum with your name on his lips, that his hand is now covered in so much slick it makes the sliding easier and quicker for him to handle.

“Oh, oh! God-” He groans loudly this time, mouth parting in a silent gasp when his thumb stimulates the head of his dick once again. 

His other hand is holding onto the bed sheets to ground himself, too lost in the euphoria of reaching his orgasm he fails to notice a pair of eyes watching him perform this filthy act without shame.

Hips stuttering, he snatches his hand away to stop himself from cumming. The tightening knot that was about to be released screams in agony for the denial of breaking point. Gekko was so close to spurting every bit of his semen all over his stomach and thighs, he found the perfect chance to delay his moment of climax and wait a little more to keep getting himself on edge.

Gekko opens his eyes, breathing slowly until his eyes travel to his still standing cock between his legs. There is a thin layer of sweat covering his forehead and stomach, proof of the act that took place, and feels his whole body burning from the heat and frying his brain with lust. 

Lightheaded and pleasure clouding his senses, he thinks he imagines things when a hand that is not his makes presence on his field of view and grabs the base of his dick firmly.

Bucking his hips, Gekko moans loudly when the hand starts masturbating him without a warning. Sparking the dying heat into something stronger that his whole body can feel the burning of the chase after his release.

“Go on, keep going.” Your voice startles him. Lips caressing the shell of his ear while you whisper words of encouragement. “You were giving me such a show. How filthy of you, Gekko, to have fun without inviting me.”

“Fuck, fuck!” He leans his head to your side, locking eyes through the darkness and a shiver runs down his spine with how heavy your gaze is. Gekko groans when your fingers squeeze the head of his cock, moving your thumb in circular motions. “Please, god, please!”

“Am I a god now?” you tease. Scooting away from him, but maintaining your hand moving up and down slowly, you kiss his cheek and make your way down his chest, biting and sucking on his skin until you land near his stomach where your breath hits the sensitive skin. “Preach to me like your god, Gekko. Be a good boy, yeah?”

Taking your hand away, Gekko whines in protest, desperate to cum and hips lifting to feel the friction of your hand grabbing his dick. Whatever words he was going to utter die at the back of his throat, replaced by garbling noises with the shock of having your lips wrapping at the head of his member.

Entering your wet mouth feels like a fever dream, eyes rolling to the back of his head when you bob up and down his pulsating cock. Your tongue lays flat on the underside of his member, mapping out the protruding veins on the shaft and making pressure to keep the stimulation constant while giving him oral.

Gekko can't help but moan your name with shame burning his face, hands flying to the back of your head and thrusting against your throat that tightens around his cock with every pulsating second.

“Please, let me cum, please.” Gekko chants your name like a prayer, hips rising from the bed to chase your mouth, sucking him off with desperation.

Moaning around his member, Gekko finally crumbles under your touch. His orgasm hits hard and just right, that starts bursts behind his eyelids and the burning fire explodes on your mouth with heavy spurts of his seed.

Never mind the iron grip he had on your head, locking it in place while he rides the waves of his climax and you take a deep breath to stay still and let him be.

His semen is hot and heavy on your tongue, salty with something else you cannot put a name on. You drink every drop as if it were an elixir, milking him from all he is worth until there is nothing else but overstimulation coursing through his veins.

Gekko whines, satisfied and tired, and tries to make you back away because the extra stimulation is killing him in a way he finds exciting and wanting for more. Is a masochist thinking, because he is close to passing out from one single climax he can't begin thinking about cumming a second time, but craves for it.

“No more…please, ah—!” Sucking harshly on the tip of his cock, Gekko moans. His hands lay flat on the bed, breathing through big gasps of air and gulping down the saliva that was pooling in his mouth.

“Look at you,” you comment, hovering over his body menacingly. “So spent after the first round.”

Taking the trousers off that were hanging by his knees, Gekko is finally naked and bare for you to admire with greed.

He is breathing rapidly, trying to still and calm his rapid heartbeats pounding loudly against his ribcage. You've never noticed before, but the tattoos framing his arms go way deeper, covering part of his chest and down his navel in intricate swirls of colors and contrasting against his color skin.

God, he is just a work of art.

The sight makes you tremble with eagerness, because all of this? Just for you? You hit the jackpot.

Squirming under you, Gekko groans, feeling exposed in so many ways he doesn't know where to begin. But somehow, he likes watching you being above him, with this imposing aura of strength and power he could probably start swooning if it weren't for how tired he feels or the embarrassment that would wash over him for exposing his feelings so openly.

Gekko watches you with bated breath when you cage him between your legs, taking your shirt off ever so slowly, giving him a little show of flexing your arms and uncovering the skin inch by agonizing inch. 

Throat dry, Gekko gasps when you lower your boxers low enough to free your member, bouncing against your stomach and perking up in attention.

For fucks sake, your dick up close is so fucking big he can't help but whine with desire.

The fire gets ignited when you wrap your fingers around your cock and begin moving it in languid motions. Your eyes are scorching, burning him with want and desire swimming in those orbs of yours, and observing every change in expression. 

To your delight, Gekko's face flushes when you lean in, and hold your weight with one arm against the headboard, the other still occupied, jerking you off and guiding it to his mouth. His breath gets caught in his throat because the tip of your cock brushes against his lips, painting them with your slick and making a mess out of it.

“Open your mouth wide, baby boy.” You demand sweetly. And who is he but someone who loves to obey you.

Gekko parts his lips gently, opening them for you to start bullying your way into his wet cave and testing the waters to see how rough you could get with him.

The hand that was holding your dick travels to his chin, helping him open wider his mouth until you could no longer push in. He gags when the tip hits the back of his throat, surprised to see that he's only halfway and a little bit more through your cock. 

Looking up, Gekko groans, the vibrations sending you reeling with lust and gasping for air when his tongue toys with your veiny shaft. 

You start moving your hips slowly, to let him get used to the size and width before accelerating the pace. Gekko's hands desperately grab at your backside, playing with your ass and the muscle of your thigh, encouraging you to move faster and deeper inside his mouth.

He is loving every second of it, despite the tingling sensation at the back of his throat and how hard it is to breathe. This is what he imagined your cock tasted like; musky and salty, addictive to his paladar he fears he will be begging to suck on your cock often with how this is playing out in his favor.

“That's good, Mateo.” Your praise goes straight to his cock. “Suck me harder, baby, Milk me dry.”

Holy shit.

Gekko sucks the head of your dick in earnest, eyes wide and pleading while looking at you with adoration swimming on his hazel eyes. There is spit and precum gathering around his mouth and rolling down his chin the hardest he tries to deep throat, the hardest he tries to pleasure you as good as you did him. Gekko wants nothing more than for you to remember him every time you jerk off, because he knows for sure you will be on his mind every time he touches himself.

He moans, the vibrations traveling to your engorged member, and his nails dig into the muscle of your thigh for good.

You don't have to look back to know he has just come again, feeling the spurts of his semen hit your backside and feeling him squirming to desperately feel your ass against his chest. 

“Good boy.” You mutter, making some distance to hold your cock in hand and chase after your own release. “You've done good.”

His fucked out face should have told you enough that the boy was pleased, but you haven't finished yet. A hand under his chin and your other hand furiously jerking you off, you aim at his face the moment the tight knot breaks inside you and cum paints his features. 

Gasping for air, Gekko tries his best to open his mouth to drink in your seed, barely able to have some land on his tongue and gulp it down with a wide smile on his face.

There is a silence that envelops you both, breathing harshly and rapidly that it feels like no air is circulating at all.

Standing up, you walk towards the only window in the room and open it, letting the fresh breeze of the night wash over you with the light of the moonlight outlining your form.

Gekko could swear you were like an angel in his eyes; glorious, beautiful, that your filthy act of pleasure could be overshadowed with only one look in your eyes.

“Are you okay?” You ask. Laying down next to him, you brush your hand through his short hair in soothing motions. There is a towel in your other hand, he doesn't know where it came from. “I'm going to clean you up, okay?”

Nodding, he lets himself be handled by your attentive care. Cleaning his face, down his chest and taking away the dry cum by his stomach and thigh, he sighs blissfully. Your touch is no longer scorching nor heated, but full of cautiousness and delicateness.

With a love.

He wonders if there is a deep meaning to all of this or was this just a spur of the moment thing. Did it mean anything to you at all? Because to Gekko, this was a lot to process. Even more when his feelings are being jeopardized if you were to deny any kind of affection to him.

But what if you didn't feel anything?

Once deemed clean, you throw the dirty towel in one of the corners of the room before laying down next to him, your hand barely touching his.

Gekko gulps, nervous to dare peek at you and find something in your expression that might shatter him. He's too anxious to be the first one to talk or act, because what could possibly be said to break the ice after sucking your dick?

The thought embarasses him further, shying away from whatever intention he had initially and decides maybe today he won't be the one with initiative.

But Gekko doesn't have to do anything. Your pinky does the first step, intertwining your fingers together in a weak grip that makes his heart jump inside his ribcage.

“Are you sleeping?” The question is meant to be answered, but Gekko cannot find his voice to reply. 

When a few seconds passes by and Gekko doesn't reciprocate the hold, he feels you pulling away slowly, reluctantly. And the action itself is his callout to do something, so he grabs at your hand immediately, clasping your hands together in a tight hold despite having his heart hammering insde. Gulping, he dares to look at you, finding you doing the same thing and holding his gaze through the darkness.

His damp skin is getting cooled off with the window now open, and if a shiver runs down his spine is not because of the cold air, but of your sudden close in gap, startling him. 

“Stop me if you want. Say the word, and I'll leave you alone.” 

Gekko doesn't say anything, anticipating your actions and leaning in to lock his lips with yours on a sweet touch.

You gasp, surprised at his boldness, but don't back away. The other takes the chance to thrust his tongue inside your mouth, eager and wanting to taste every crevice of you until he gets breathless.

Gekko's hand squeezes your hand, sighing in pleasure when you reciprocate his frantic kisses with the same fervor and desire, tongues toying in the middle and fighting for dominance to claim each other's lips.

You move closer, your free hand finding purchase on his hips to have him closer, to feel all of him against your bare skin and bask in his presence and warmness. 

“I love you.” He confesses, gasping your name when your mouth travels to his cheek and down his neck with a new found ignited passion. “I love you so much.”

You kiss his neck, his chin, his cheek, you kiss every inch available to you until your mouths mesh together once again, drinking in his whines and soft moans. 

“I love you too, Mateo.”

Looking deeply into his eyes, you wonder if this is how you imagined things to develop and if it were any different, would you have minded? 

If any other actions would have guided you to him, you don't think you would mind.

Kissing his lips softly, you whisper his name with love, pawing his body with addictiveness and obsessive to hear more sounds come from him.

Gekko moans when your hand goes straight to his ass, fingers prodding his entrance in circular motions and teasingly making pressure. 

“Ah—! Ngh, you're mean,” he accuses, flustered. Smirking, you kiss his pout away, nuzzling his cheek with affection.

“Mnot' mean, I'm teasing you.” 

Huffing, Gekko kisses your cheek, letting you do whatever you want with him.

“Be gentle, please ”

An open invitation, the free pass to melt together in passion, you dive in and drown in the feeling of being loved and loving back with him chanting your name thoroughly, between gasps and groans of pleasure.

The moonlight is the only witness of the throws of passion unfolding on these sheets. The promises of a future, heated gazes and warming embraces.

In that tiny room of yours, you make love to Mateo.

[cottoncandy-cult]

Babification Octavinelle

INTRO/Dorm Selection Includes: Azul, Floyd, Jade

@azulashengrottospiano I finally did it! Now just 5 more dorms and 18 characters to go XD

Remember this is a fem reader insert with she/her pronouns

Azul had been in the Octavinelle dorm lounge with Floyd and Jade discussing work, it was one of their few days off and they were talking about some new renovations Azul planned to do to the monstro lounge. Floyd believed they needed some kind of gift shop, while Jade believed they needed a garden cafe. Azul had planned to consult with his sweet (Y/n), she had been lending him a hand in the creativity department for a while now. It helped that she seemed to know so many people, but given how deeply involved she has been in each dorm it isn't much of a surprise. As Azul was checking his phone had was also attempting to tune out the rambles of the tweels, Floyd trying to correct something that Jade said involving fashion as usual. Azul often tried to tune those conversations out, he couldn't understand a word Floyd said when he was talking about fashion. Though this chaotic peace had been interupted when Lilia just seemed to drop out of the sky infront of them, the twins near jumping behind the couch from the sudden and silent appearance. It took every ounce of muscle control in Azul not to do the same thing, he had an image he had to uphold and getting scared behind the couch was not something that helped said image. "Hello Lilia, to what do I owe the pleasure?" He had spoken to Lilia on occasion, especially since he often showed up to events in Malleus's place, but he never expected to see the short male in the Octavinelle dorm. The monstro lounge maybe, he did come in every now and then for a treat, but the fact that he was in the dorm lounge caused a few pink flags to pop up. Though those pink flags were soon crimson read as he spotted the child cradled against the male's chest, especially since the child was swaddled in an oversized ramshackle dorm uniform jacket. The fae male chuckled as he noticed the vague way the merman paled, tilting his head with a closed eye smile. "(Y/n) actually, is the reason I'm here. You see, this sweet little girl was the victim of small potionology accident." Azul quirked an eyebrow as the tweels were peaking down at the sleeping prefect in Lilia's arms, he himself was trying not to swear as he already knew where this was going when Lilia started retelling the events in class.

At the end of it Azul was squeezing the bridge of his nose, what God did she piss off to be in the middle of the most chaotic accidents EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. "Don't worry though, Professor Crewel is working with the headmage to fix this. He should be by soon with what he called a 'Baby bag' so that she can be taken care of in the meantime." Lilia carefully passed the sleeping girl to Azul, helping the tense male hold the small girl when he realized that he didn't know how to hold a baby. He then sat her school bag by Floyd, her other clothing articles were hidden inside because Lilia was a gentleman like that. "My number is in her phone; I've raised a few babies in my day so if you need some help just call."

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It had been a few hours since then, the professor having come by to drop off the baby bag with a book borrowed from the college library about unplanned parenting for young adults. A book he never in his life thought he would EVER be reading; she has been the first of many things for him and at this point he was curious how she managed to create such a chaotic balance of experiences. He had relaxed a bit after getting used to holding her for a while and soon enough he found himself staring at her, he never thought about what she may have looked like as a baby even after she had seen some of his childhood photos. Currently he sat in the pool that was built into his dorm leader room, he was leaning back against the wall of the pool as he watched (Y/n). She had been awake for a while; he had thought that maybe she was aware of the situation because she had been fairly quiet and wasn't very fussy. Currently he was in his merform, something he had grown comfortable with her being around after their many trips to the beach. His sleek black tentacles held her in the water, she was in a little (F/c) swim dress and sat comfortably on his curled tentacles. Her tiny hands gently grabbing at the other tentacles that would poke her nose or tickle her sides or cheeks, he hadn't had any prior experience with human children, so he had found himself quite distracted by her reactions to him. He especially loved how her nose crinkled when she giggled, something he noticed before in her regular age but was much more obvious now in this form. "It isn't fair angel fish; how can you be so cute after causing so much trouble." He chuckled as he brought her closer, rubbing his cheek on hers as he rested her against his chest. It was a quiet night and all things considered he was in a content mood. He watched her tiny hands move against his pale grey skin, tiny eyes marveling at the odd texture. He felt so proud of himself, adoring just how curious she was about HIM. It was definitely an ego boost, he knew she cared for him and found him interesting but as an infant it was such innocent and blatant curiosity. And since she was a baby, he didn't have to feel embarrassed about anything! I mean who are you going to tell? The stuffed dalmatian toy professor Crewel had put in the baby bag? His eyes widened a bit when he felt her tiny hands grab his cheeks, laughing away at something he had no clue about. He didn't know how long it would be till she was turned back, but these moments would certainly make any hassle or stress until that point worth it. He went back to using his tentacles to help her play and swim in the water, buying him some time to think of the future. He found himself hoping, now more than ever, that his future would involve her for many years to come.

Floyd had been running laps at the start of gym class when Coach Vargas had called him over to his office, he noticed Lilia was sitting in front of the coach's desk and he could tell the male was holding something but didn't quite know what. "What's goin on? Why is Mendako here?" (Yes, I'm using the Japanese nicknames cause calling Lilia a flapjack octopus in English just feels insulting. LMFAO) Floyd put his hands on his hips, tilting his head slightly as Lilia stood from his seat. "Well, young Lilia said there was some sort of accident in potionology involving the ramshackle prefect. I'll let him explain, I got stretches to demonstrate!" With that Vargas had left the room, as if he didn't just stir something in the merman. Lilia seemed to sense Floyd's shift in behavior, approaching him with a jacket swaddled infant. "Don't worry (Y/n)'s just fine, she just a little…little." He chuckled as he motioned to the infant, watching Floyd squat to be able to look at her better. Lilia took the chance to show him how to hold her while he explained the situation, chuckling to himself at the end as he saw how Floyd had the small girl resting perfectly on his large forearm. "So, I'm just supposed to take care of shrimpy til Ishidai finds a way to turn her back?" Floyd's heterochromic eyes gazed down at the child in his arm, tilting his head. His shrimpy was already pretty small, but now she was TINY. He couldn't help but chuckle, her cheeks were just so chubby he couldn't help but poke them. Are all human babies so warm and squishy? Or was his cute little shrimpy just extra special like that? "Yep, that sums it up. Professor Crewel should be by to drop off a bag of supplies for her soon. For now, he just asked I bring this to you since he knows you would probably need your hands free." Lilia held up a black and teal harness, a little gold charm dangling from the zipper on the back. "Huh, I didn't know they made functional harnesses." The male was aware that they were sometimes worn simply as decoration for an outfit, but he didn't know humans had harnesses just for baby carrying. "Mhm, let me hold her while you put it on. Once we get her settled, I need to get back to Diasomnia before my own kids stir up trouble." He chuckled at Floyd's confused look, but true to his word once the sleeping child was comfortably snug to Floyd's chest the batty male had left for his dorm. Floyd had left the office and took his lover's stuff to where his own was, looking down at the small girl and wondering how long it would take to have his normal shrimpy back. He had already tried to talk to her 3 times, each time forgetting she couldn't talk back, and he really missed his shrimpy's voice.

Because he had the prefect in his care, he didn't have to do the daily exercises, instead being told to just walk around the basketball court until free time started. He could feel eyes on him as he walked around, he didn't really care because if they were smart, he knew they'd keep their mouths shut about him with his baby shrimpy. He slowly came to a stop when she started squirming, he rested his hand on her back as he watched her closely. Observing how her tiny (E/c) eyes opened with a whiny yawn as she soon began watching him back, tiny head tilting as she looked at him curiously. He chuckled a little at how her tiny hands reached up and padded at the bottom of his cheek, making him lean down as best he could so she could do her thing. He quietly observed with a lazy smirk as she tugged gently on his bangs and patted his cheeks, he didn't know if she was trying to communicate or was just being a curious baby, but he found it quite amusing in an adorable way. Though his moment was interrupted when professor Crewel approached him with a large bag on his arm, cartoon fish covering the outside of it. "Glad to see you aren't breaking down yet, surprising given how most of the students in this school would probably react in your situation." Floyd looked up to Crewel, chuckling some as he scratched the back of his head. "Well, she did just wake up, hopefully shrimpy will be a good girl until we can get back to the dorm." He followed Crewel after the professor motioned him to follow, watching as they made their way to the lockeroom. "Well, we hope to have her sorted out by the end of the week, till then I need to at least make sure you're prepared for childcare. Tell me, what do you know about diapers?" Crewel couldn't help but chuckle at the male's confusion, this was going to be an adventure. Thankfully Floyd was a quick learner, especially when it came to something he cares about. So, it wasn't long before he was returning to class, his shrimpy in a cute little mermaid jumper and the baby bag resting on his shoulder as he filled a bottle with some juice. Free time had started and those that weren't gathering things to take outside were now gawking at the tall male, especially those like Jamil and Riddle who were quite familiar with the male.

Riddle had been the very first to approach him at that, his curiosity getting the best of him. "So Floyd, who's baby is that?" Riddle tilted his head as he observed the child, something about her feeling oddly familiar. Floyd looked down at the little red head, chuckling as he held the bottle for her so she could have a drink. "My shrimpy had a little accident in potionology, so I've gotta watch her until Ishidai can turn her back." That made Riddle's eyes widen, he seemed so calm despite the fact his significant other had been turned into an infant. "That's certainly interesting, never a boring day with the prefect around huh?" This had been Jamil; he was standing nearby as he looked for a volleyball in the ball cart. When he finally found one, he stood up straight and approached the two as he looked at the little girl. The innocent look in her eyes reminded him of when Kalim was still real young, he was actually pretty cute back then in Jamil's opinion but that could have been because there wasn't much Kalim could do. "Wait if you're watching (Y/n)… Who's watching Grim?" This thought had Riddle freezing a bit, the group going silent before Floyd shrugged. "Idunno, not my problem though." And with a chuckle he walked away, the two male's making eye contact and agreeing to go see Crowley since they knew it wasn't wise to leave the fiery cat unsupervised.

The calmer leech twin smiled as he sat in the vip room of the monstro lounge, Lilia had brought (Y/n) to him earlier and professor Crewel had just left after dropping off the baby bag and teaching him a few things about human babies. He had the small girl cradled to his chest as he fed her, it felt oddly domestic to the male as he was usually helping Floyd deal with problematic people or trying to balance a busy schedule. He had always had a tendency to try and be much lighter handed and gentle since coming on land, it wasn't until now that he realized just how essential that was. She weighed practically nothing to him; he was almost concerned but trusted Crewel when he had said she was just fine aside from being babyfied. "What am I going to do with you darling? How is it you manage to end up in these situations even without Grim?" He chuckled as he poked her cheek, his smile widening as she grabbed his finger with a huff while still drinking from the bottle. He hadn't had much experience with babies before, especially not with human babies, so he was fascinated by everything she did. Trying to see what she does differently compared to when she is her regular self, as well as just enjoying her reactions to the things he has done and showed her. He had just brought her back from the giant fish tank in the lounge to feed her, the way her eyes lit up and her tiny hands gently touching the glass as she watched all the colorful fish had made him delighted. He knew no matter what he'd be even more attached to his sweet angel fish, for once she was completely reliant on him. He could spoil and care for her the way he wanted, and she couldn't stop him and didn't seem aware enough to feel guilty as she usually does when he tries to tend to her. Granted there were some things he wasn't looking forward too, but he understood the naturalness of it all and was more than capable of overlooking and forgetting about anything that may make her selfconscious. His goal was just to keep her healthy, safe and loved until she could return to her normal self. He reached over for his phone with a grin, quick to turn on the camera. He decided to make the best of the situation, and that included getting plenty of pictures of her cute pudgy face. He couldn't wait to show the pictures back to her, so he was careful and picky about the selfies he took with her and of the pictures he took of her as a whole. He wanted the absolute cutest ones to show her, and possibly any other poor soul who might be curious. Though he was quick to put his phone away when she pushed the mostly empty bottle away, which he moved to sit on the coffee table as he placed his legs together and rested her along his thighs. Crewel had showed him this video he claimed would be better for her than burping her like they do on tv shows, in which he was slightly moving her body and somewhat rubbing her stomach. This was supposed to reduce the chances of her spitting up and help her digest better so the milk isn't just setting in place in her stomach. It was a somewhat complicated explanation, but he understood that it was meant to be the better method and that was what he was going to do. Her little giggles made him chuckle, and the slight surprised face she made at her little burp had him slumping over a little as he laughed. Being an infant, she didn't have much conscious control over her actions or expressions, and he was absolutely loving it. "Always so interesting my little angle fish, you always manage to make my day so fun." He was careful as he lifted her to rest on his chest, leaning back some as he moved a small cover over her back. He rested a large hand over her body, observing how it covered the small space and taking note just how tiny she was compared to him.

"Come on (Y/n) it's nap time, you've been awake for a while now. When we get back to the dorm, I'll set up some toys for you to play with on the bed." He moved his other hand to gently cup the back of her head, smiling down at her half-lidded gaze as her tiny hands crumpled his shirt. Since it was her first day as a baby, he figured she may be pretty low energy, at least for a while after the transformation. Because of this he knew things may be a bit more hectic tomorrow, but Crewel promised to make the other teachers aware of the situation so he should be able to step out of class when she gets fussy or maybe even just pick up some notes and class work until she is back to normal. He'd make it work either way, after all she was turned on school property and in class, so they were technically responsible for this transformation. He knew Crowley wouldn't push his luck with the octo-trio, it would be bad for business as they say. Afterall Octavinelle does a lot in means of helping with school funding and events, and Azul was smart enough to find a way to get what he wants without jeopardizing himself. But that was nuclear level thinking, right now he just needed to worry about not falling asleep himself.

[lvlyynim]

22:45

PAIRING : Na Jaemin x fem!reader

WARNING : smut. (i tried)

AUTHOR’S NOTE : consider this an apology for disappearing off the face of the earth. I tried my best enjoy <3

MUSIC REC : Do I Wanna Know? by Artic Monkeys, Only Ones Who Know by The Neighbourhood, Over 85 by Hojean.

“She ghosted me.” Na Jaemin muttered into the sleeve of your shirt, forehead against it while his hands gripped the ends of your shirt. He knows he looked like a sulking baby but who gives a fuck. It’s just you, who has seen him at his worst.

Who has seen him vomit his ass off the morning after any party he crashed. Seen what he looked like after a week of no sleep during exam season. Seen him hug a potted plant after smoking pot with his friends.

You put down your pen, softly caressing his head in attempt to comfort him but that only made the tears well up even more. You shifted slightly to pull his trembling frame into a hug, rested his head in the curve of your neck. Jaemin rarely scratch that never cried over a girl but Kim Minjeong was different, he quoted.

He said it was the closest thing to love he ever felt. He thought she was serious about them but there was never a ‘them’, she was just messing around. Maybe it’s cause he slept then ghosted with one of Minjeong’s friend and used his crush on her against him. Not saying he deserved it perhaps getting his heart crushed will be his wake up call and be better.

“Is it okay if I sleep over tonight?” he muffled just enough for you to make out. “Of course Jaemin”

—

Jaemin’s hands pinned your hips down as he grind his own against your clothed cunt. Lips feverishly marking your neck, not leaving an inch skin bare. This is not typically how sleepovers are but you weren’t one to complain.

Your hands raking his hair to keep yourself anchored as his mouth worked itself down your chest. Jaemin pulled you up to straddle his lap, instantly removing his shirt and throwing them somewhere. “Be a good girl and ride my dick will you?”

So you did. Bouncing on his dick like the needy whore you are, gripping his shoulders hard, your thighs stinged but you didn’t care. Not when he’s hissing your name over and over everytime you thrust back down on him. Not when he’s making the prettiest sounds all because of you. He noticed you were getting tired and decided to lend a hand.

Pushing you back down so he’s on top, legs wrapped around his torso. Thrusting in and out of you without mercy, filling you up so nice with his cock. Jaemin can’t think straight at this point, balls deep in you, he wanted nothing more than you to continue screaming his name. He’s so pussy drunk its pathetic.

“Let your neighbours know who’s cock screwing you this good” Seeing you take everything he gives like a good little whore. The sight of your scrunched up face in pleasure and your cunt taking his huge size was pure euphoria, he’s not gonna last long.

Pleasure waves overtaking your body as the knot finally snapped, arching your body flushed against Jaemin’s chest. Screaming his name as you came soon so did he, his hips stuttered and let out a guttural moan, cock filling you up so good.

His whole body came crashing down on you, arms lazily wrapped around your waist keeping him from passing out. Chest still heaving, heartbeat synchronized with each other as you two lay there, your fingers gently caress his head, not wanting to break the silence. Partly because this will forever change the course of your friendship and you two fear it. Deeply.

Jaemin not wanting to lose you just cause he couldn’t keep it in his pants. You, on the other hand didn’t know how to tell him you don’t want this to be a one time thing. You refused to be like his previous hook-ups, forgotten after one night.

Jaemin’s a coward so he just lay there, relishing in your sweet caressing before he fucks up the only good thing in his life, you. If he’s gonna lose you, let that be something he worry the next morning.

“Please stay.” barely above a whisper but he heard it. He hugged you tigher until the sun rose.

[i-loveoldermen]

°•~JOHN PRICE X READER DATE IN A MALL HEADCANONS~•°

These are just my little thoughts that I think suits him really well, and how he is during dates with his partner inside.

I really believe that Price did not really want to go to a mall for a date, but agreed since you really wanted to go.

Hes the kind of guy who doesn't really care about what he wears, but when it comes to dates he's very formal and has an amazing fashion taste.

He'll probably wear something like a white button shirt with black pants with belt as he doesn't want to seem 'to dressed up' as its just a mall.

I really think he's the kind of guy who doesn't understand the fun in shopping or just walking inside the mall, but seeing how it thrills you he doesn't care how he feels about it.

You will obviously suggest a nice restaurant inside the mall due to the fact that it is a date and it's really important for you that Price also enjoys his time there.

After the nice dinner, you beg him to go to a men's cloths shop, as you really enjoy picking out nice looking shirts just for him and watch him wear it.

(He ends up buying everything you pick out for him, because you seem to love the way they look on him)

After you finish, you immediately pull him towards the makeup stores. You could honestly just go there alone, but whenever you bring Price with you feel so much better.

The reason is really obvious, and that is the way he compliments everything you try on and encourages you to buy anything you like.

You also like the way he choses random make up, because he has absolutely zero idea what they are for but he just finds them really pretty and bets that they'll look gorgeous on you.

After finding all your products he usually gives you his card and says he'll wait for you outside and tells you that you can pick out anything else you like.

While waiting outside and just observing the place his eyes will often catch beautiful cloths that he just knows will look magnificent on you.

When he finally sees you, he quickly grabs you hands and pulls you to the store. He'll give you the chosen shirt and begs you to wear.

Smiling and feeling so happy about how much he cares about you, you take the shirt (or dress) and wear it.

It'll take awhile for you sometimes as you feel like it doesn't look so good on you, but the moment you step out, your whole thoughts changes.

Just to way Price looks at you is enough to tell you how amazing you look. The way his eyes widened and how his pretty lips are slightly parted.

He'll just bomb you with compliments.

"Oh my god hun, if you only I could lend you my perspective and you could see how amazing you look" "it looks like it was just designed for you, baby"

Sometimes you would feel extremely guilty about spending his money, but he would insist that it was ok, and that he didn't really care since he knew how much you spend.

After the long day you usually run towards the house after the car is parked and plop down on the couch.

Both of you tease each other on how lazy you are that you don't even bother changing.

Most of the time, you two just end up falling asleep on the couch, because of how exhausted you are, otherwise you both change and cuddle on the bed till you fall asleep (which Prince often sleeps first as he is the most tired one for some reason)

:)

[donaweasley]

The Little Things

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader, Married couple

Plot:

We do not realise when the little things change the courses of our lives, of the relationships we hold dear, until there is nothing left but a painful void. Will Loki and his wife be able to fill this void again?

Warnings: Lots of angst but with a happy ending, nudity (non-sexual), long read.

Read time: ~43 mins

“How was dinner?” She asked as Loki settled down on the couch after a long night.

“Dinner was good. Everyone missed you.”

A dry chuckle accompanied the slight shake of her head. “I’m hardly anyone to be missed.”

With a sigh, Loki got off the couch and walked towards their bedroom. “I’m going to take a shower,” he said as he plucked some clothes from the wardrobe, and sauntered towards the bathroom.

Recent experience had taught him that no matter how hard he tried to convince her, the distance between them would only increase, the reason behind this aversion being unknown to him.

Their shared room, which was once filled with sounds of happiness and images of love, now witnessed tired eyes, frowning mouths, snarky remarks, distrust and tear-stained pillows. A perpetual gloom lingered in the air, soaking its residents in sadness everyday.

When things changed between them was a question hard to answer but it was easy to see, even with the foggiest eyes, what had changed between the two souls who had once been the elixir of each other’s life. It was probably the little things that were tossed away, once every month and eventually once every week, into the abyss of resentment, until that abyss became full enough, strong enough to consume them like a large, looming black hole.

We all believe that some things are better swept away under the rug, don’t we? Some small, apparently inconsequential things that are better pushed out of sight, although our hearts are well aware of the dirt plaguing the house. It is not until the rug starts rotting and the air becomes unbreathable that we realise the things that we have done.

But sometimes, there is no turning back.

By the time Loki came out of the bathroom, (Y/N) was already tucked snugly under the comforter, with her back towards him. The slow rise and fall of her body told him that she was asleep. A frown settled on his face as he got under the covers. Like every night, he wanted to reach out and touch her arm soothingly. He wanted to gently hold her waist, turn her towards him and hug her tight. Or maybe simply wrap himself around her while his chest felt her heartbeat through her back. And just like every night, he stared at her with disappointed eyes from afar, he waited, and then turned to face away from her, hoping that Sleep would find him soon.

What he never knew was that she longed for the same things. He didn’t know that every night she wished him to hold her, to kiss her head. And that she was wide awake all the while he was pining for her.

But the mighty invisible wall that had grown between them prevented any feelings from passing across, not even to Loki’s magical mind that could once hear her thoughts from across the house.

Morning came with the usual rays of sunshine trying to invade their space through the gaps in the curtains. The only exception was that it was a weak invasion; the sky was bleak because of the clouds travelling across it.

By the time they both woke up, it had started to drizzle. At the breakfast table, as they silently sipped on tea, they heard the rain falling in torrents outside.

“Shit!” She stomped her foot. “Why does it always have to rain when it’s time to go to work?”

Loki chuckled. Although the air always seemed to be thick, there were some moments when old habits and old love found their ways through the creaks.

It surprised her, needless to say. But it also triggered a small shot of happiness in her chest. That sound! That beautiful melody that used to brighten up the gloomiest of days! She realised that it still had the same effect on her. But the reminder of the long gone days lended a sad touch to the episode.

“What?” She inquired with a small smile.

“Nothing.” It was evident that Loki was trying to hide a laugh behind his cup of tea. He could shield his lips from view but not the sparkle in his eyes.

“Tell me, please.”

“No, it is just…nothing important,” he simply replied.

He had thought that she was no longer interested in being a part of his humour or his mischief which she had sometimes remarked as “getting on her nerves”. What he did not realise was that those were just some hard days, and that she missed his snarky comments badly. She hated the way he kept everything to himself - all the joy and the grief, especially the latter.

As usual, her heart urged her to keep poking him until he laughed his thoughts out. But that invisible wall which time had created forbade her to step forward.

“Alright,” she concluded in a small, disappointed voice, and focused on her plate.

Loki caught that tone - the lingering disappointment that now pervaded every line or word she uttered. He had once tried to shake the grey thoughts out of her. He had pleaded, urged, even quarrelled. But given that most of the time the truth led to more arguments, she had started burying everything inside her. And the wall started growing thicker.

But something stirred in him this time. He decided to drop the mask at least once.

“I…It is just that,” Loki let his guard down a little, “you look…um…cute when you do that…when you stomp your feet.”

His words hit her like a train. Sweet compliments, Loki opening up his heart - these were things that she only dreamt of now.

“Well, I…I mean… ” While she fumbled with thoughts, emotions and words, Loki saw through her turmoil and caught her..

“Remember you had once stomped on my feet?”

The memory instantly produced a soft laugh in the back of her throat. “That was an accident! And it’s not like you felt anything. You simply feigned hurt.”

“I may be a god but those pointy heels can hurt the toughest of beings, mind you!”

“No way!” She laughed a little more this time. “It was just one of your little dramas.”

His eyes suddenly lost the spark as they lowered towards the floor. “Yes… my… things that you dislike,” he sighed and gave an awkward, painful smile.

The kitchen was again filled with nothing but the patter of the rain and the clanks of the cutlery.

Shifting uncomfortably in her seat, Y/N made attempts to say something - anything that would alleviate the pain that they both bore. But no line seemed to be the right one.

Tired of measuring every word every single time, she decided to drop the facade. If it led to a fight, then let it. At least they would get to talk, to vent out the toxins or whatever has been building up inside.

“I never disliked your dramas,” she confessed. “Or your mischievous…whatnots.”

“I clearly remember you telling me more than once that my pranks irritated you,” although Loki’s voice was low there was a hint of an edge to it.

“Those were some rough days, Loki! And I have explained this to you a million times!” Her emotions had started to crawl towards the brink.

Loki still did not meet her pleading eyes. He let out a dry laugh. “Several rough days you’ve had then.”

They were spiralling down the hole again, she realised. It wasn’t something that she could bear any longer. And somewhere deep down she knew that Loki hated it, too. She felt her eyes starting to get moist but, over the months, her pride had swelled large enough to forbid her from showing her “weaker” side before him.

So, she decided to do what she thought was the best thing to do in that situation: leave the room. She got up and started gathering her unfinished breakfast to put them in the bin.

“Finish your breakfast,” Loki called as soon as she laid her hands on her plate. “Please.”

“I’m not hungry,” her voice was shaking with effort to hold the dam of emotions.

“Please, (Y/N),” Loki got up from his chair and strode towards her. “Please do not do this to yourself. Please do not do this to me!”

“To you?” Her voice had started cracking as her vision became blurry with tears. “Do you think I enjoy this? This… being depressed all the time, not talking to you, not experiencing our bittersweet banter, seeing our happy times burn away, seeing our love getting swallowed by whatever is going on in here?”

“I do not enjoy it either!” He shouted, only to drop down to a whisper, “I do not enjoy it either.”

She stayed transfixed, anticipating the bitter flow of conversation that had just poked its head again into their once loving home.

“(Y/N),” Loki advanced towards her, “I…I do not want any of these!”

Her voice was barely above a whisper, “You do not want me?”

“No! No! I could…I could never think of that. Of us! … I do not want whatever has been happening between us. This…distance. This sadness. This…wall that has formed between us. I do not like this, (Y/N). I…”

His voice trailed off but his eyes remained fixed on hers, waiting for a reply, hoping.

This was the first time in several months that one of them had opened up. They did, initially, show their vulnerable side, and it even helped to douse the fire but eventually pride got the better of them. And all truth, all hurt were swept under that thick layer of nothing but falsity.

When Loki did not receive any response from her save teary eyes and shaky breaths, he took a few more steps towards her.

“I am tired, (Y/N). I am exhausted! I want us back. Can you help me, please? Wha-What happened between us? We were so… And now… I hate this, (Y/N)! It hurts me. All the time… And I know that you hurt, too. So, can we just…drop this…whatever this is? Can we…”

“Believe me, I’ve been wanting to drop this every single day!” She finally confessed amid tears flowing down her cheeks and onto her blouse. “I just…I didn’t think that you’d be…”

Feelings and tears both flowed out without any barriers this time. Words were exchanged; some led to anxiety while some soothed the burns.

The torrent outside had eased down to a drizzle. And so had the situation inside the house.

“Say,” Loki took a deep breath, “how would you like…uh…going for…dinner tonight?”

A small chuckle escaped her, followed by a sniffle, “I would…like that. But I don’t think the weather would. I mean, look at it.” She gestured a hand towards the window.

“I could teleport us,” Loki humoured.

“Or…we can drive through the rain. It would be nice, I think.” She nodded as she recalled the many times they had gone for a drive whenever it got cloudy or rainy.

“Romantic, I dare say!” His eyes brightened up.

“Yes…maybe.”

“I was thinking,” Loki hesitated slightly before continuing, “let’s take the day off. It’s late already, and…”

“And?” She looked at him with hopeful eyes, wondering if he’d say the words aloud.

“And,” he wet his lips, “we would get some time with each other…some much needed time, … I think.”

A tiny satisfactory smile cracked through her lips. “Are you sure? We might kill each other if we spend the entire day under one roof!”

“Oh! Do not overestimate yourself, darling!”

‘Darling’! She vaguely remembered the last time he had used his favourite nickname for her. ‘Darling’! Loki himself was surprised at how smoothly it flowed past his lips. ‘Darling.’ His darling.

Perhaps these uninhibited surprises were what they needed to break the ice.

“Okay,” she nodded hopefully, “let’s see.”

Evening was welcomed on a peaceful note. Of course, that is if you would call quietude ‘peaceful’. Neither spoke much, afraid to let words take control. Verbal communication had, somehow, turned from being the cause of attraction to the cause of all troubles.

When (Y/N) came out of the bedroom with her clutch in one hand and heels in the other, a dressed up Loki couldn’t help but arise from his seat on the sofa. The last time he had seen her dressed up for him was probably seven to eight months ago. Although she looked beautiful in his eyes everyday, there always used to be this gloom that kept holding her glow back.

Once his astonished lips found their composure back, he cleared his throat and offered his hand to hold the clutch while she wore the heels.

“I was-” Loki reconsidered his words. “You look ravishing!”

A faint blush surfaced on her cheeks at the compliment which was both unexpected and unfamiliar these days.

There was, however, something about his eyes and about the way that his lips remained slightly parted that told her that he wasn’t done letting his thoughts out. Caught in the dilemma of whether to poke his silence or whether to extend concern, she decided to act on her instincts.

“Something bothering you?” She asked gingerly.

Slightly startled, Loki opened and closed his mouth rather comically before finally speaking but not without hesitancy lacing every word.

“You-you look gorgeous. But…I…”

The wait was killing her. Several undesirable thoughts breached her worried mind. When she could no longer take the burden, she interrupted his thoughts.

“You may say it, Loki…whatever it is… It’s okay if you have to cancel tonight’s plan-”

“What? No!” Loki exclaimed, afraid that the only chance of making things right again might be lost because of his musings.

“All I wanted to say,” he clarified, “is that you-you need not wear…my-these…colours. I mean, it looks better on you than on me but…you should not do anything…that you…do not want..to.”

Loki’s voice began losing its confidence and strength the more his sentence tiptoed towards its end.

There was a time when she used to buy almost every piece of clothing in a particular shade of green. “Loki green” she used to call it. Call it obsession or love, her passion grew to such an extent that Loki had once jested that he would have to file a complaint for copyright violations and that he would have to get himself a new colour.

But things had changed eventually. So, when he saw her wearing a dress that was dipped in his colours, he was, needless to say, thrilled. But the sad part was that he couldn’t be convinced that she would actually wear it because she wanted to and not in an empty attempt to impress him.

When she realised where he was going, she was quick to add a funny remark, or so she had thought.

“Oh! I’m not doing anything to please you, God of Mischief, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“Oh!” Loki seemed to be hit by the words. “I see. I get it. I was just…”

Observing how his head hung low, she quickly re-ran her words in her head. It was only then she realised that they were probably more snarky than she had intended them to be.

“Loki, I…I did not mean to…did not mean it that way.” She tried her best to clarify but every word seemed to trip over the other. “What I wanted to say was that…I really wanted to wear this colour. Your colour. And it’s not out of some…obligation…or-or need to impress you that I have chosen this. I swear, Loki. Please don’t get me wrong!”

The weight lifted off his chest. But the incident left them both wary of what to speak, or how to speak. It reminded them once more of the raging river of misunderstandings flowing between them.

The ride was a quiet one. And so were the first few moments at the restaurant.

When inquired about the order to be placed, Loki insisted that his wife choose the menu for the evening. He wanted to give her the freedom of choice, he wanted to make it about her.

But amidst their exchange, she somehow got the impression that he wasn’t enthusiastic about their date, that he simply wanted to pass every decision-making onto her and just get over with the night.

—

Not many months ago…

It was the weekend, and (Y/N) found herself busy typing away on her laptop, just like most other weekends.

Loki had just returned from an afternoon walk by the beach. Humming on his own and half-hidden by the door of the refrigerator, he was busy looking at his options for a liquid refreshment. Finally finding one that seemed fit to satiate his taste buds, he came to stand beside (Y/N), idly gazing at her laptop screen.

“You should have come with me. The sunset was amazing!” He smiled while kissing the crown of her head with a feathery touch.

“I wish I could but,” she continued without lifting her eyes from the screen, “I have work to do.”

“I know,” Loki sighed, “Some other time, then.”

With a smile, he turned to leave when her comment made him halt his steps.

“There’s never another time for me,” she whispered to herself but hoped that Loki would hear it clearly enough.

“What?”

“What? Nothing. I was mumbling nonsense to myself. As usual,” she shrugged nonchalantly but her sarcastic smile and her eyes did not attempt to mask the lie.

“Why would there not be another time for you?” He took a step towards her.

“So, you heard it. Why ask me then?” She carried on jabbing at the keypad but wasn’t sure if her notes made any sense anymore.

“I heard it, yes. I just was not sure if I had heard you correctly. Why would you say that there would not be another time for you?”

With an exasperated sigh, she slammed down the lid of her laptop. “Loki, when has there been time for me lately? I mean, you have been busy. I have been busy, too. But…somehow you always find time for yourself and never for me!”

“Well,” Loki replied with a slight irritation, “I did ask you to come with me today. But you said that you have work to do.”

“Right. I have work to do. But why can’t you have time for me when I’m free? Why not offer a walk at night?”

“That is because you say that you are exhausted after a long day! Every. Single. Day!!” It was becoming more and more difficult for Loki to control his frustration which was quickly morphing into anger. “(Y/N), what is the matter with you?”

“I don’t know,” she threw her hands in the air. “Maybe I have become boring to you! You tell me.”

“What? Bor-” Wiping his face with both his hands, Loki inhaled deeply before slowing letting the air out. “I do not know where this is coming from but if you would like to go for a walk or simply go out tonight, I would be more than willing to accompany you.”

“Hah!” Her sharp laugh mocked him. “See, now that I told you, you are ‘willing’ to accompany me. Why, do you not ‘want’ to take me out?”

“(Y/N), (Y/N), (Y/N)!!!” His control finally gave in to a shout. “Why do you speak this way? At the very least, tell me why you are angry! Tell me what I can do. Please! Let us go out tonight, talk about this, and solve everything. Tell me where you would like to go.”

“Seriously, Loki! Can you not ever, for once, stop dumping all questions on me, and do something for me, from your heart? Or do you not want to do anything at all?”

“Norns!!” Loki’s shout this time shook her a little but her ego was too thick to let any vulnerability slip past it.

“Do not shout at me, Loki! You never spend time with me nowadays! You never think about how I am anymore. And this is not just about today. It’s the same story everyday!”

“I try! Heavens know that I try. But-”

“But what?”

There were so many things that Loki wanted to say. But his anger and her obstinacy were too high at the moment to allow anyone to think sensibly.

“I do not wish to speak on this matter anymore now. Let us talk once you feel better.”

With these words, he opened the front door, stepped out determinedly, and slammed the door behind him.

“Feel better? Do you think I’m sick? I’m mentally unstable? Or what? Run away because that’s exactly what you do all the time!”

She stood there screaming her accusations to an empty house and sobbing into her palms.

—

Present day…

“Are you sure that I should place the order?” She managed to afford an almost real smile. “I’m not very good at making these choices, you know that.”

“Come on, now. You are not at all bad at this. On the contrary, I believe you are excellent! Could you please place the order while I visit the washroom?”

He gently pushed the chair and left her with a myriad of heavy questions floating in her head.

…

At some point of time, in the middle of the night, her sleep faded away. Whether it was a dream or some discomfort, she did not realise at first, but soon discovered that it was the heat. She tried to pull the covers down but something was blocking it.

Loki’s arm was gently, but heavily draped around her waist. A small smile tugged at her lips at the sight. It was something that she hadn’t witnessed in months! The weight of his arms made her feel secure. His tender grip around her reminded her of a safe haven.

Sighing deeply, she slowly turned so as not to awaken him. In the dim light of the sleeping city outside, she observed his peaceful face. He looked so different in his sleep! There was a serenity to his features that seemed to wash away all negativity from the mind and from the air! It reminded her of all those moments when she had fallen, again and again, in love with him. And something warm fluttered deep within her heart.

Planting a soft kiss near his jawline, she gently placed her hand on the side of his neck. And drifted off into sleep again with the feeling of Loki’s pleasant coolness seeping into her.

…

It had been three days since their date. The days that passed in between witnessed loving smiles being sent across rooms, and even heard some small laughs echoing between the walls. The house seemed more illuminated by the sun rays streaming in through the curtains.

And yet, it wasn’t bright enough. And yet, the light seemed to be filtering through a large cloud looming over the house.

Encouraged by the recent success of their date night, Loki decided to take a bolder step.

He strode into the kitchen, where she had just started the arrangements for dinner.

“(Y/N)?”

“Hmm?” Her eyes and hands were busy with the food to be prepared.

“I was thinking…well…you love the mountains, do you not?”

She laughed softly, “Of course, I do. Why?”

“We could go on a vacation. What do you say?”

The melody of the words made her leave everything and turn her full attention towards him, “I…It’s…That would be wonderful!!”

“We have been stuck here for a rather long time now. I was thinking of a long vacation, away from all the mess of life. We will see places, relax, drink wine and enjoy the beauty of life!”

Laughing merrily at his words, she shook her head, “Dramatic as always! Yes, I ‘d love that!”

“Let’s do it right away! Next week, shall we?”

Her face fell at the words. “Uh…well…”

“I am thinking of a trip to New Asgard to begin with. I’m sure Thor would be ecstatic to see you again!...”

Loki was so enthusiastic in planning their vacation that he failed to notice the frown on her face - one that was growing heavier with each passing second.

“... We haven’t visited them in a long while. Seems like a century! Ha! And to think I have already seen thousands of years!!” He pondered, lost in his own world.

“I’m sorry, can we postpone the dates?” She interrupted hesitantly.

“Postpone? Darling, what are you saying? It will be excellent! Trust me! And then we shall go to the mountains!”

“I have this work thing. There’s this project that needs me. And I must get it completed by the end of this month. So-”

“Come on, (Y/N)! We shall go to the sea if you want! Anything that you desire!”

“But this is important!”

“What is important right now is you taking a break! We need to take a break.” Loki’s voice softened. “You have been working day and night, and look at what has become of you. You look so tired all the time.”

“This is about my career, Loki,” she continued on a confident but gentle note. “This project is important because it will give me - give us the opportunity to live a better life. I’m doing it for us.”

“We already have a good life,” he tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, “but we need better…I do not know how to put it. (Y/N), this can be our chance to make our marriage better. I’m ready to give everything into it.”

“So am I. But…can we just postpone it…maybe a month later?”

Realising that he was going nowhere with it, Loki took a deep breath and nodded. “Fine. If that’s what you want.”

“Loki! Please! I… It’s just that-”

“It is fine, (Y/N). You do not owe me an explanation.”

“No, please listen to me. It’s not that I do not want to go with you. Heaven knows I do. Although I’m sure that we’ll end up quarrelling anywhere we go,” she chuckled. “But-”

“That is alright,” he cut her off with a tight-lipped smile. “You may do as you please. I understand that your job is important. I-I certainly do.”

“Loki, please don’t make it sound like that!”

“Like what?” His voice wasn’t loud but his furrowed brows and the suddenness of his words made it obvious that he had snapped. And it startled her.

“Like…like…”

“Like what, (Y/N)? Like I am forcing you to sacrifice your career for me? Just like I have, apparently, made you sacrifice your life, your happiness for me?”

“I never said anything like that!” She pleaded.

Her feet started towards him but stopped midway.

“Yes, you did not say that. My apologies. Not now, not today. But you did, did you not? Many times! In some way or the other you always keep reminding me how unhappy you are! Of how I robbed you of a life that could have been a grand one! A happy one.”

“Loki. Please. Stop.” Gone was her pleading voice. The pain cruelly dug up all the anger that had been buried somewhere deep inside.

But Loki was far from stopping. The dam had broken and all the pent up emotions - those that he never knew were lurking inside him, waiting to be released - had taken over his senses.

“Loki,” she called him once again, the hint of a warning lingering just below the surface.

“The truth is that you never truly loved me. You simply claim to love me - a fake, hollow, brittle claim.”

“Do not accuse me of that!” She finally snapped.

“Why not? It is the truth, is it not? Had you loved me, you would have understood, at least appreciated how hard I try to make you happy! To give you the life you have always wanted.”

“Have I not loved you? Have I not understood or appreciated you, Loki? I have tried to make our lives better, too. But you do not seem to notice that. Because no matter what happens, you are too occupied with your narcissistic self!”

“So this is it, then?” Loki spat out a cold laugh. “I am narcissistic. I believe you never got to see past my mistakes, ha. Did you? You see me as a self-absorbed being, capable of nothing but rot and decay? Unable to love anyone else other than myself?”

“I never said that, Loki! You’re manipulating my words again!”

“Oh! You think I am a child who does not understand the foulness lying beneath your lines?”

“Yes you are!! And you may take that shitty mind of yours and…and just...go away! Go somewhere where you’d be happy!” Tears were swelling past her eyes. “Somewhere away from the source of all your sorrow. Somewhere away from me!”

“Oh! Now you kick me out of our house? Wow! Marvellous, (Y/N)! Marvellous!”

“I don’t want any more of this!” She wanted to turn away, run into her room and shut herself from the world until the storm calmed down.

But something stopped her. Her eyes went wide at the sight.

“It has always been about you,” Loki continued, “about your work, your problems, your priorities. And I am the last on your list of priorities! You never have time for us. And then you blame it all on me! You are the one responsible for our fallout!!”

A faint glow had started taking shape around Loki’s fingertips.

“Loki!” It began as a frightened whisper.

“You torment me every moment of my existence. You speak as if you mean nothing to me, when the truth is that I mean nothing to you! You look down upon me as if I am the worst creature in this entire universe, the most selfish-.”

“Loki-”

“-being. I will not have-”

“Loki!!”

“What??”

“Your hands!”

Loki’s eyes went wide, and for a brief moment, his heart was strangled with fear. Regaining control over himself, panting, he looked up to see a terrified (Y/N) staring at him.

“I’m so sorry, (Y/N). I did not mean to…I did not even realise-”

“This is not the first time, Loki.”

“I know. I… Please, (Y/N), forgive me. It will not happen again. I promise!”

All strength had left her. “Do you see what we do to each other? What we bring out in each other? Is this right?”

The fear of losing control, of losing everything he held dear had quickly put out the anger boiling inside, and replaced it with a crushing sorrow.

“It is not. But we will change it…Can we change it? Or is it-”

“Too late?... I fear so.”

Thoroughly exhausted, Loki leaned on the nearest wall for support.

“This is not what I wanted,” he let out a defeated sigh.

“I know… And I’m sorry for it. You could have had everything you ever wanted. A god! And you chose me. And,” she huffed, “this is what you get. Wasted years of your life!”

“I did not want this for us,” he corrected her. “That is what I meant.”

“I...I’m just…not the right person for you.”

“Why do you always twist my words?”

“Because your actions speak otherwise! And I don’t even have to twist your words, they are…they are…”

“They are what?” Although Loki tried to keep his voice steady, his eyes were far from hiding the anger and frustration that had started simmering again.

“They are simply fake. Hollow.”

It physically hurt him to drag this conversation further. He knew where it was going and where it would end. It always left them both emotionally bruised. And yet like every other time, he hoped that it would end in something else, something good. He hoped that, at least for once, it would end in them hugging tightly and apologising for all the hurt they had been unintentionally exchanging.

“(Y/N),” it was a little above a whisper. It was a prayer. It was a hope.

“It hurts, Loki,” a broken whisper escaped her, in response to Loki’s plea. A tear ran down her cheek as she spoke. “It hurts like hell…every time we quarrel. Every time we are mean to each other.”

“I know!” He took a few hopeful steps towards her. “It hurts me, too. I-I just cannot-”

“Let us stop!”

“I want us to stop.”

“I don’t want to…I…but, Loki, we have to!”

“Let us-”

“Let’s end this. Us. In fact-in fact, there is no longer ‘us’, Loki. It’s been long dead. So, let us just stop pretending that we have something. It’s no use dragging this, living every day dreading a-a fight or cruel words or…I don’t know…I’m just afraid to do anything or to say anything.”

The ground seemed to fade away from beneath Loki’s feet. This was nothing close to what he was thinking, what he was hoping for. His knees felt like they would give away under the weight of a seemingly dead but heavy heart.

As his mind frantically searched for something to say, he looked again and again at her face - that sweet, exhausted, weeping face - that had grown on him like a habit, that had been his anchor on this alien planet. He constantly kept hoping that she would change her words. To all the gods before him, to the Norns, he kept praying that he had mistaken her words for something else.

But his prayers seemed to evaporate somewhere in the suffocating air of their shared house.

“Tell me you do not mean that,” Loki pleaded with her. “Please tell me that it was only a-a momentary remark that you made. A passing comment. Please!”

“I love you, Loki…but I cannot live with you. Not anymore,” she announced with an excruciating lump in her throat. “I’m sorry.”

Her whisper was far more cruel than the sharpest dagger. Dazed, Loki watched her retract into their room and softly shut the door. He could hear her sobs but the confidence and the strength to hold her, to console her had left him. With unsure steps, he made his way to the sofa, and dropped himself into it.

—

A nightmare woke her up. The entirety of the short period of her sleep was filled with nightmares. Painful moments of her fights with Loki, fears of him leaving her, of finding someone else while she watched - all the things that she found unbearable tainted her dreamscape.

As if they were the only windows to escape the tortures conjured by her subconscious mind, her eyes opened and brought her back to a gentler reality. But it took her only a few seconds to remember the incidents of the previous night and to realise that even the real world wasn’t very assuring.

The morning light stung her swollen eyes. In a futile attempt to clear her vision, she rubbed them, and squinted at her phone to check the time. It was past 7 AM. Loki was usually up around this time unless he had to stay up till late.

A sudden emptiness filled her heart, as if it had been hollowed from within. The urge to see Loki, the need to have him in her presence started overwhelming her. And although her body seemed to be void of any strength to leave the bed, she reluctantly pushed herself off it and shuffled towards the door. It was not just her body that was hesitant; her mind was, too, given that she was the one who had declared that they shouldn’t be together anymore, given that she had hurt Loki enough to make him turn his back towards her, given that they did not make any sense together anymore. But despite everything, her heart screamed for him, which did not seem to make any sense to her either.

Timidly, she reached the door of the study, which had lately been Loki’s escapade from the harsh reality of their once beautiful marriage. It was open. The silence told her that Loki was probably still asleep on the dark green chaise lounge - one of the few pieces of their home that they both still agreed on. Tugged by both reluctance and the sobbing desire to see him at least once, just to make sure that he was alright, she stood beside the door for a while, until at last, she decided to take a step forward and peek inside.

It was empty.

Surprised, she wondered where he could have been. Maybe the guest room? But that was unlikely of him. Chewing on her bottom lip, she made her way to the said room.

It was unoccupied as well. The bed had no trace of anybody touching it in a while.

Maybe he was in the bathroom. As she strained her ears for any sign of activity, realisation dawned upon her that the house had been absolutely silent except for the sounds of her movements.

“I love you, Loki…but I cannot live with you.”

Panic started piercing its claws into her as scenes from her recent nightmares floated into her mind - broken pieces of her subconscious mind where she watched Loki leaving her for good, where she found herself crying to sickness all alone in that godforsaken house.

With tears blurring her vision, she almost ran from one corner of the house to another with the hopes of finding him or at least finding something - anything - that told her that he would return, that he had probably gone out to get some fresh air or to attend to some urgent matter. But she found nothing.

Desperately, she called his number only to hear the faint ringtone of his phone floating down the corridor. Following the sound, she reached the study, where his phone lay amidst a pile of books. She searched the table frantically for a letter or a note that at least explained the reason for his absence.

Nothing.

And that was exactly what she felt on every square inch of her body as she slumped on the floor. Nothing. A strange numbness overtook her as she realised that the previous night had indeed been too much to tolerate, that they had probably, finally, crossed that line of no return, that her words were probably too harsh for him to bear.

“You torment me every moment of my existence.”

This was soon followed by anger, for she was still there in the house, still ready to be there with him despite all the disagreements and fights and the unhappiness that lingered. But he had left. And left without a word.

Tears flooded her eyes and onto the floor as she howled in pain - a pain so deep and impossible that it felt like her heart would carve itself out of her chest. She didn’t know where to find him. He was a sorcerer. He could be anywhere. He could be in New Asgard in the comforting company of his brother or just sitting on a deserted shore of the ocean in some lonely corner of the planet.

“Tell me you do not mean that.”

Before her miserable senses would persuade her to do something that she might regret, she decided to act rationally and wait for a while. Maybe he was out for a walk. A walk always calmed him down. Or maybe he was indeed sitting by the ocean and will be back home once he realises that she needed him. Maybe he went to the Avenger Compound, which would be unlikely but she was ready to accept any story, any consolation, as long as it gave her hopes of his return.

An hour passed by. The lonely walls of the house witnessed her pacing from one corner to the other or fiddling nervously with her fingers or with the armrests of the chair she sat on.

By the time it was almost nine, she had lost all abilities and patience to endure. She had to do something, she decided.

Not knowing where to begin, she thought of giving Thor a call. As she staggered on her feet, trying to get to her room and to her phone, she heard the unmistakable click of the front door’s lock. Although frozen for a second, she managed to rush out - out of the room, out of her misery - and to the front door.

There he was, her Loki, in his joggers and sweatshirt, carrying a couple of bags in hand. It was probably, she felt, the most relieving, the most beautiful and the most hopeful sight that she had ever seen in her life!

“Where were you?” She managed to choke out.

Loki, who was rendered both speechless and immobile by (Y/N)’s miserable state, almost did not hear her. He had expected her to be sad, to skip breakfast, he had half-expected her eyes to be swollen but to find her in a state that screamed grief was something that he had never imagined.

“Where were you?” She repeated, louder and more desperate this time.

“I-I was…(Y/N)!! What has happened to you?” Placing the bags beside the door, he quickly came to hold her.

Forgotten were the fights of the previous night, forgotten were the cruel words that were exchanged. All that mattered now was her. Only her.

As his arms cocooned her, the last of her strength crumbled. It was Loki’s arms that were keeping her from falling to the ground again.

“I thought you had left me,” she wept into his chest.

“What??” It came out as a soft breath. “How…how could you ever think so? I would never do that to you! Never!!”

“I’m sorry, Loki! I’m so sorry! I shouldn’t have said what I said last night. I didn’t mean any of them. I swear, I didn’t!”

“Shh...I know, my love. And I’m sorry just as much! I have hurt you, too. I know. But know that I can never think about leaving you. Because that will cause me far more pain than anything else I can imagine.”

He slowly untangled himself from her, only to wipe the tears off her cheek and card his slender fingers through her dishevelled hair. Holding her tight, he walked her to the sofa, and carefully made her sit on it while he kneeled before her.

“Now tell me, darling,” he kissed her hands and engulfed them in his own large ones, ”are you feeling alright?”

Unable to trust her voice, she simply nodded.

“I’ll run you a bath, and you will wash away all tears and tiredness as well as all hurtful thoughts. Okay? I’m never leaving you. And as comforting as it may sound now, you may have to keep tolerating me all your life, for I can’t live a single day of my life without you…no matter how much we quarrel, how much we shout at each other. Alright?”

He did it. After months of hurting, Loki finally managed to say the words. And also managed to make a small smile crack its way on her face.

Kissing her knuckles once again, he got up to prepare the bath that he had promised her. But she was quicker; silently, she held his wrist, forbidding him from leaving her even temporarily.

“Where did you go so early in the morning?”

“I went to get groceries,” he replied calmly, as if his absence was nothing unnatural.

“At seven in the morning??”

“Six, actually.” Loki sighed. I wasn’t able to sleep all night. So…I went for a walk and…went to the beach. It was peaceful, with no one there. It gave me the perfect environment to think, to realise that…regardless of where we end up, my path will always be entwined with yours. I do not want a path that does not lead to you, that does not go along with yours. I-”

“You didn’t even think of informing me? Didn’t think that I might panic?” Her voice was rising with every line. “That I might worry for you? Don’t you realise that despite everything, I love you? That I can’t afford to lose you? Yes, I might have said some nasty things yesterday. Maybe I had said something like I can’t be with you anymore or…I don’t know! But I still love you! Nothing changes that. I still worry about you. You are still my husband. And I won’t accept anything any other way!”

“Sweet,” he knelt before her again, “you can scold me as much as you want. I’m sorry. You were sleeping, and I knew that you were up all night. So, I did not want to disturb you. I thought I would return before you woke up. Guess I did not realise how time passed… But, right now, you need some food and rest. You will take a bath, then we will eat, and then we will have the entire day to fight again. Is that a deal?”

Her quivering lips did not have the confidence of giving an answer, so she simply chose to nod.

With a soft kiss to the back of her hand, he stood up.

“Loki?” She was just able to grab the tips of his fingers to stop him from leaving.

He knelt down on a knee. “Yes, love?”

“What do we do about us? We can’t just keep fighting everyday…We are bound to drift away again. Someday. I want that peace back. I want that happiness back, Loki.”

“Well, I do not remember a day when you did not bicker with me,” he gave her a teasing smile, and watched with joy as a smile surfaced on her sad face. Cupping her cheek, he continued, “I had been thinking…this morning…about us. About why we continue to vex each other when we are so much in love with each other. I think, and I’m not sure, but…I think we worry too much about what might annoy the other. And the worst part is, we do not even voice these worries! (Y/N), we must speak our hearts out. We-”

“Now that makes more sense,” she sniffed.

“It does, does it not?” A small laugh of relief escaped him. And her nod further encouraged him to bring his signature smirk back. “But I do not guarantee that I shall stop bickering with you.”

“Guess we can’t stop fighting?” She chuckled, and the voice tingled in Loki’s ears like the most melodious sound he had ever heard.

“Every couple has their own way of showing love, I assume,” he smiled. “Ours is…”

“Messed up,” she completed the line for him.

“Just like us,” he added with a soft kiss on her forehead.

Once he was done preparing the bath for her, he started towards the kitchen to prepare breakfast. He was going to make the entire day about her, he had decided. But just as he was about to leave the bathroom, she called him.

“Would you…I mean,” her tongue darted between her dried lips, “would you like to join…me?”

He stared at her disbelievingly. It had been months since they had been intimate. He wondered if it was just a momentary demand created by her recent sorrows. Maybe she would come to her senses and would regret being so close to him.

Seeing him hesitate, she almost believed that she had made a mistake, and her heart plummeted several hundred feet below the floor.

“It-It’s alright,” she stammered, “I…I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m sorry. My brain isn’t working properly. I-I don’t want to… I mean…I’ll just…” She pointed towards the warm water and bath salts waiting for her.

“Are you sure?” He finally spoke.

This made her stare at him with hope.

“Are you sure you want me to…” he gestured towards the bath with his eyes and gulped.

“Yes. Yes, I mean…only if you want to. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I know we haven’t been-”

“I would love to!” He interrupted her with a warm smile.

“Really?” Her hopeful face was what gave Loki further confidence. “Are you sure?”

“Of course, I am,” he stepped towards her. “May I?”

A small, confident nod was all Loki needed to help her undress. As her clothes dropped on the floor, she helped him with the same. On any other day, she would have been paranoid about leaving the clothes on the floor and not in the wash. But today nothing bothered her. All she wanted to feel was Loki and his love - a love that she once thought was lost but had discovered again only a few minutes ago, and after an agony that she did not want to experience ever again.

Loki never forgot how perfect she was in his eyes, but seeing her after such a long time made the breath in his throat hitch. A blush crept up his cheeks as his eyes rediscovered her. And he noticed a similar crimson painting her cheeks and ears as her eyes darted across his form before fixating on the floor.

Loki helped her into the bath and settled behind her. Slowly, he pulled her towards him until her back was resting upon his chest. The warmth of the water, of their bodies seemed to drain away every tension, every pain, every negativity that they had been feeling lately.

This closeness was perhaps the element that was missing between them, they realised. Too engrossed in their individual lives, they blamed the exhaustion, the busy schedules and each other for the growing distance between them, when all they needed, perhaps, was a hug, an assuring hold of the hands or a chaste, warm kiss.

Loki took her left hand and brought it to his lips while his other hand settled on her neck, slowly making its way down her shoulder, massaging along the way.

“How long has it been,” he asked, “since you took care of the pain in your shoulders?”

She gave a soft laugh. “I don’t even remember. It has become a part of me now.”

“Not anymore.”

With expert hands, he released every knot on her shoulder and on her back until she was sighing in relief.

“What about you?” She turned halfway towards him.

“Later. And I’m a God anyway. My tolerance level is quite high,” he jested.

“Do Gods not get stiff muscles?”

“Well…they do…but not as much as you mortals.”

His cheeky grin felt like sunshine in the room.

“Us mortals, huh?” She laughed.

“Mm-hmm.”

She brought his arms around her, engulfing herself in his warmth, feeling safe from the world, from her own demons.

“(Y/N)?” Loki called softly after a long moment of silence. He had rested his cheek on the crown on her head, and his deep voice seemed to send tiny vibrations through her veins.

“Hmm?” Her response was dreamy; she had already started drowsing off in the safety of his embrace.

“Can we begin anew? What if we go away somewhere, for a few days? Away from the noise and hustle of this city? Somewhere quiet. Only the two of us? No fancy vacation, no itinerary. Only us. And whatever we wish to do.”

The water splashed softly as she turned sideways to face him.

“Please! I’d love that!”

And with that plea on her lips and moisture in her eyes, she put her hand behind his neck and pulled him for a warm kiss. Something, which they both realised, they should have done a long time ago. It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t greedy. It was a slow unfolding of all the emotions that they had buried inside them. It was the resurfacing of the unconditional love that they felt for each other.

“I love you, (Y/N),” he murmured on her lips.

“And I you, Loki. But I don’t think there’s ever going to be a day when you do not piss me off,” she confessed with the hint of a smile toying on the corners of mouth.

“Hmm…I do not mind as long as the fight is compensated in this manner,” he unleashed his famous smirk.

Laughter spilled from her lips as she slotted them once more against his eager ones.

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Kae!! You see my vision also, like imagine like a couple months down the line you’ve tried to move on and gone on a date or two, but you’re still thinking about him despite his playboy behaviour during the relationship. And then suddenly out of the blue 6 months later, he gets a call from an unknown number, because your phone is dead and his is the only one you’ve memorised and now you’re asking him to pick you up, because you’ve been stood up and it’s raining badly, and he drops whatever he’s doing and speed demons all the way to the location you told him, he takes you his house which is closer conveniently, and offers to get you some of the clothes you left behind and it’s late so you stay over but like an habit or addiction any chance of another hit and you’re back in his bed mewling underneath him

yes omg i love this! i went so fucking crazy with this and wrote entirely too much; sorry!! also: minors do not interact!

i like to think that you broke up with oliver for obvious reasons; the man is a walking red flag. you were together for about a year—his longest-lasting relationship to date. you confessed that you loved him and he not only didn’t reciprocate your feelings, but also started backpedaling, saying that he felt you were being too “clingy” or some shit even though you only went out with him in the first place after he promised to stay exclusive. so you broke it off with him that night and went six months with no contact.

you were obviously torn up after things ended; you loved that man only to have him throw it in your face as if you meant nothing to him. oliver shrugged it off—it’s for the best. no need to lead them on. he figured he would deal with the breakup the same way he always had: train, fuck, sleep, repeat. but you had so effortlessly integrated yourself into his life that something felt missing when you left. during every hookup he was picturing you calling out his name, you coming undone around him, you crying out in pleasure.

when you call him, he can hear the tears in your eyes through the sound of the pouring rain. he was supposed to go out with his friends—not on a “date” for once because he finally admitted to himself that he wasn’t over you—but when he gets your call, it’s as though the stars have aligned. he’s not going to let you slip through his fingers again.

it’s awkward at first as you’re sitting in a puddle on the leather seat of his luxury car. but he asks what happened and when you tell him that a date stood you up, his knuckles go white on the steering wheel and he can’t disguise the venom in his words when he says you deserve better than a prick like that. he sees you shivering and he casually offers to take you to his place. it would take at least an hour to get to your apartment in this horrible traffic, and his is much closer.

you both catch up a bit and skirt around what happened the last time you saw each other. you’re both smiling more within a 30 minute period than you have in your six months apart. when you get to his apartment he sets up the shower for you and brings an oversized t-shirt you used to wear but never picked up. you didn’t leave any pants, though, so he lends you some athletic shorts that look “ridiculous” (your words) but “cute” (his words) on you.

after you’re clean and dry you both sit together on the couch and he offers you a drink and you oblige because god, is it fucking hard to see the man you still love. you only have a few sips so you can’t blame the ensuing make out session on the alcohol. when you eventually land on his bed, he lines himself up and you grab his hair and almost say i love you, but the words die on your tongue when he pushes his cock into you.

he fucks you so good, just like he used to, and you’re coming down from your first high when he reaches his. right before he cums he buries his face in your neck and breathes, “f-fuck. missed you, y’know. shit—ah, fuck. think i love you.”