#I like how they behave like animals and little bits of them like nuzzling each other while exchanging a nuclear bomb as a nuptial

[prolibytherium]

Legendary Godzilla is so fucking funny to me because like. You start out with the 2014 movie. Very restrained. Relatively slow pace. Limited godzilla screentime, they really want you to relish every moment he's there, and it delivers. Godzilla is fucking huge, looks and moves like something that size would, looks impressive, you get a good sense of scale. He's minimally personified, just showing occasional moments of pain. Feels like a force of nature. Very cool, thoughtfully designed monsters. Takes itself fairly seriously, with a little bit of humor. Nothing groundbreaking but a pretty solid movie.

Fast forward 10 years later. Godzilla x Kong. Monsters beating the shit out of each other every moment of screentime. There's a freakish Kong baby. Kong has a giant robot fist that can cure severe frostbite. Giant apes swinging bone whips. Historical monuments being destroyed worldwide left and right. Everything moves at a lightning pace to the point you get mildly surprised when visually reminded that these are absolute colossal monsters. Giant monsters laughing and taunting each other and making silly faces. 80s music nostalgia bait every 5 minutes. Doesn't know when to end a joke. Godzilla has a snatched waist and can jog for some reason. Restraint is not a concept. Genuinely one of the stupidest things I've ever watched in my entire life. I am in awe.

[fishedeyelenz]

Fishy!! *starts sobbing* *starts really sobbing* *ooouugh is sobbing hard* ough that was a terribly sweet thing to say! One day I will get off of anon probably, probably soon, I just gotta hype myself up! I just get, nervous lol. It feels like people will see my face and know me, and then like I’ll feel deep shame for how very empty my blog is with reblogs and things, for even though I have been lurking on tumblr for, *looks at watch* a freaking long time lol, I STILL am only just learning how to reblog and do o e or two things, for I have all this time been to scared about messing something g up or doing something wrong lol! So yeah yeah, I’m just. A slow little guy. But yes! *mwah* very sweet, thank you!!

And I will HISS. AT HIM. Do you hear me? HISS!!! That boy will not be allowed anywhere near my wee little concertina unless under supervision, the little toddler. And he will have to practice gently holding my hand before he can gently breathe on my baby. And when he gets angry and goes to smash my precious instrument, I will actually tackle him. You don’t understand my conviction I’m telling you. Or I’ll bow up to him and like, raise my hands and hiss at him like a raccoon, and he will understand, he will FEEL the threat, for he is also a raccoon!! (Your raccoon Billy is actually precious to me) I’ll bite him, he is not the only one that bites, and he will learn that so help me. Unfortunately we both seem to have rather animal like behavior habits, so I’m sure we would look not unlike how kittens puff up and swat and hiss at each other….but such is life.

But on the flip side, HOW WONDERFUL TO HAVE A BILLY PARROT!!! It would actually be quite perfect I believe, since I too squawk out songs and will sing badly on purpose….it just seems so very fun, to be parrots together! I wonder if he can whistle? There’s so many small things I like to daydream doing with my blorbos, I’d like to try to whistle with him, and show him how I can wiggle my ears, and watch him try! See if he can cross one eye, but keep the other straight, and then switch them!! See if he can make a circle with his tongue and blow through it, just…sweet things, that make him feel normal, and like a little kid, and that are fun!! I’m just way too soft and these thoughts torment me ugh. We could try doing cartwheels (I’ll die, I bloody can’t do them, I can’t even open water bottles most of the time, but boy howdy I can dream), I could show him how to wiggle his toes a certain way, and pick things up with his toes! Cause it would seem like he probably never had the chance to try I imagine….its bloody fun lol!! (I can text with my toes, when I showed my mama she freaking lost it) I could show him how to roller skate!! I’m sure they’ll be…many casualties.

Would he appreciate cat like affection? For once again, unfortunately, I unironically behave like an animal in many ways. As a greeting to my parents I “bonk” my head to there’s, and I actually nuzzle into it. Most of the time I won’t actually say anything or any words, I make this specific sounds that everyone somehow knows is like, me greeting them, or saying hello, or an acknowledgment. And then instead of responding with words, many times I make this….sound..? This…almost squeak? LIKE A CAT. Would he appreciate such behavior? When my sister moved back home for a little bit, she was GREATLY amused by my daily habits. *nods* I believe he would be too.

And lord have mercy, I’m gonna be real with you fishy. I MAY have gotta a little watery eyed looking at all the bean and Camille mood boards, with a dash of Billy in there. BECAUSE THEY ARE SO SWEET. So sweet!! So wholesome!!! When I look at them I just wanna grab up my nieces and squeeze them!!! And then snuggle and cuddle with them for they hold my heart. (And I’m gonna have a new little nephew!! SUBLIME!!!!! I’ll teach him how to bite and scratch)

HELLO!!! sorry for the kinda of late reply, college started up again and my schedule is hectic 😭😭😭 one of the reasons I'm not posting much of any longer form content lmao. Maybe when I get back to he groove again...

Anyway!!! Don't feel bad! Everything is a learning process and everyone is bound to make mistakes, if you can even make mistakes in blogging lol. It's your blog after all, you use it how you wanna, and anyone who has a problem with that you are free to block lol. But I'm sure nobody will be mad at you for not reblogging things a lot!! Even likes are like little kisses to me </3 But take your time, a d go at your own pace, however you feel comfortable :3 I love receiving your anons just as much as I would if you want asks from your blog

Hehe yeah, keep all things precious away from him for a good long while, till you build up trust with him. It might take a long time though.... showing dominance does help, but it might make him horny lol. But ah well, what can you do? Anyway, thank you about the Raccoon Billy :3 Very proud of him. Funnily enough, being in the black Christmas fandom is what made a furry lol. So many of my mutuals are furries, it was just a matter of time till I gave in. It's fun to draw animals with human anatomy wearing little outfits!!! Will never get the furry haters lol. Billy would be a furry in my opinion... I guess he would like it then, that you have animal manerism. Truly made for each other <3

AWW YESS PARROT TIME!!! he would love you joining in with the singing, and would try to out sing you honestly, in terms of volume. Be ready for a lot of noise complaints lmao. I do believe he would probably know how to whistle, as he is very talented with his voice, he would have probably come to train himself to whistle to, to imitate certain birds (for camouflage reasons, I personally hc him hating birds imo). He would probably love to do and try the other things you mentioned, as it would probably be a great distraction from his usual mental torment. Ask him to do these things when he is in a good mood tho ofc. The toe thing he would love to learn especially, since he could use it to be more sneaky. All in all, these activities would offer a great opportunity to help heal his inner child.

Bro is a cat honestly. I think the first time he offers affection by himself he would do it in a cat-like way, without you doing it at first. Head bonks all the way. Nuzzling. Flopping down so you can give him a belly rub. Even knows how to purr. He would honestly be so content you do the same things as he does, having learned to be affectionate from all the cats he had in secret growing up. This is the way he shows love naturally, and you not forcing him to act any different would truly make him feel loved. He would even bite you out of great love he feels for you.

Awe 🥹 thank you. I'm glad you liked them so much, I always try to make them sweet, even though they are mostly crack. And congratulations!!! I'm sure you and your family are happy to welcome him!!! I'm so happy for you!!! May the two of you be creatures together!!!

[daisiesandshakes]

Good day my dear and first of all, let me thank you and praise you for your beautiful HC! I really enjoyed reading each one of them, and I'm grateful to have your posts filling my dashboard!🥰

If I may leave a request in your ask box... I would like to have a HC reaction of Le Comte, Shakespeare, and Theodorus with MC who gets all nervous and anxious with getting skinship from them for the first time (but eventually can handle it in time).

Thank you beforehand and do take your time and no rushing things! Stay safe and have a nice day~! 🍀✨

Hi sweetheart!

I am so honored to have you in my ask box 💝 thousand thanks for your praise, I am so happy you liked my HC!

Sorry it took a few days to write yours, and I really, really hope you enjoy it!

Here you go:

Ikevamp reactions to a MC who is afraid with skinshipping (Shakespeare, Theodorus & le Comte)

Shakespeare

At their introducing to each other William notices the hesitation as he reaches for her hand to blow a kiss on it. Might this dazzling, little dove be scared? Immediatly he interrupts his action and only bows with a warm smile on his handsome face to comfort her.

Shakespeare can read people very well and recognizes instantly that she gets scared when someone touches her directly. Dealing with his own fear (he's afraid of the dark) he knows how hard it can be to live with anxiety.

"Feareth nothing mine own fair maiden, I wouldst nev'r toucheth thee without p'rmission."

Enchanted by her sweet personality he's very eager to please and comfort her. When she's in town William tries to join her as much as possible, always walking on the side where people could touch her by accident. He would offer his arm when she needs to secure her steps and walk in front of her when it's crowdy (while glaring daggers) to guide her safely through.

Searching for ways to know her better Will arranges many, long walks at the Seine and dinner at a restaurant at a late hour when it's less crowded, chatting with her for hours. Seeking for possibilities to create a pleasantly warm and welcomed atmosphere for her, he asks her also for dinner at his Villa, reading out his newest script and teaching her old english.

Soon after William invites her to his rehearsals (he instructed his troupe members to avoid touching her), hoping that his kind and open troupe makes her feel more safe with the time. And to his greatest pleasure it seems to work. Everyone treats her like a precious, lost little sister and she starts to lose her inner tension around them.

It begins with small gestures, like helping the troupe members getting dressed with their costumes, passing over the props without flinching when they accidently touch her.

One evening she tells William how much she enjoyed the day with a bright smile while she lays her hand on his for a second. "I am so joyous to heareth those honest w'rds from thy fair lips" He turns his face away from her, so she couldn't glimpse the suspicious glistening in his eyes.

The day the play should start an actress has an accident and is not able to take part. Although she's got only a short performance, it presents an important twist in the play. Shakespeare is desperate and about to cancel the whole play, but then...

"I could do her part." MC's voice is faint but firm. Shakespeare's eyes grow wide with surprise. "Art thee sure about yond?"

She plasters a confident smile on her face. "Yes, I saw the rehearsals so many times, I could speak all lines backwards" she giggles, "and there is only one line for myself, so..."

William closes the gap between them, gazing deep in her eyes, frowning.

"T's not the line yond conc'rns me, I am sure thou art able to mast'r t. But the act'r hast to holdeth thee in his arms and I wonneth't confronteth thee with aught yond maketh thee feel uncomfortable."

She swallows hard but replies: "I can do it. When the embrace is soft and he won't press my body against his... I should go along with it. You all worked so hard for it, to see the play cancelled would hurt me much more than his arms around my waist."

The actor appears next to them "Princess, I swear I'll only hold you with the wings of a butterfly!"

With a warm and lovingly glare Shakespeare whispers "So t shouldst beest as thee wisheth. Thee can't imagineth what t means to me yond thee art willing to confronteth thy fears f'r our success."

As the stage play ends the audiance gives standing ovations. After every actor and at least William bows to the public, he rushes backstage for laudatary words. Spotting her his expression lightens up even more "Mine own muse, thee madeth t! Thee enchant'd ev'ryone and hath brought us most wondrous success!" he declares smiling. Laughing joyfully she hurries towards him, throwing her arms around his shoulders and Shakespeare freezes. "I am so, so happy for you Will! Everything went smoothly! Listen to the applause, Will! It seems it won't end!" As she lifts her head to meet his gaze he takes her delicate hand softly into his, and suddenly she realizes that she hugged him without any hesitation.

"Thee not feareth mine own toucheth anym're, little turtledove?" he asks barely audible.

Lost for words she only shakes her head, thightening the grip around his shoulder. Leading her hand slowly up to his face, Will  watches her reactions closely, ready to stop at any second when her features show displeasure. But the radiant expression in her eyes and the smile on her lips stays, and he nuzzles his cheek into her palm with a sigh. Resting her cheek against his chest she clings to him and both close their eyes, enjoying this special moment, knowing there are a lot more waiting for them to explore.

Theodorus

At first he's just annoyed by the "new, helpless hondje" that stays with them at the mansion. But after a few days he learns from a conversation between Vincent and her that she loves art as much as he does, what awakens his interest. Paying more attention to her  now he feels attracted to her charming personality and repartee (mostly when it comes to repel Arthur's salacious remarks).

In one of those moments he notices her unusual pale face and the tension in her body, trying to keep a distance between her and Arthur. Although his "threatening words" and his advances are supposed to be merely a jest, she looks like a cornered animal. It clicks in his mind.

Pulling Arthur back at his collar he growls "That's quite enough, get your besotted mess off her. That little hondje will only bark for me." A bit confused and wide eyed Arthur leaves you both alone.

Theo sighs. "You can't bear the touch of someone, am I right?" She didn't expect that he of all residents would recognize it first and in her surprise she only nods. Theo buzzes "Then stay around me and Vincent, that should be safe for you. I'll talk to the others, there is no point in hiding your anxiety. You shouldn't look over your shoulder in fear like a scared, helpless puppy everytime someone gets close to you."

Theo talks to the other residents the same day (threatens Arthur to beat the sh*t out of him if he dares to come too close to her again). From now on everybody still treats her kind and caring, but keeping a respectful distance.

Taking her right away everywhere with him he makes sure no one touches her, even by accident. In crowded places people make quickly room for them only due to his intimidating, beaming glare, ready to spread some black eyes if somebody should be so stupid to lay their filthy fingers on her.

She asks him why he's doing all that for her but Theo only replies "You can't bear it to be touched, I can't bear to have a sad, whining puppy around me. That's all."

But she realizes real soon that he is a very caring and soft person despite his harsh words.

Taking King out for a walk - "Hondje come with me. You need some fresh air and King likes you, so he might behave a bit when you come with us."

"You don't think you could go to town shopping without me, don't you? You need someone to take you by your leash. I'll come with you. We need more sirup either."

Sharing the love for art he'll even invite her to join him in his search for new talented painters. The more time they spend together, the more she seems to lose her anxiety around him, feeling comfortable in his presence. One evening both strall down the Seine he calls her near "Look at this picture hondje!" He stands close to the canvas, his left hand stroking over the frame. She rushes over to his right side and leans in, her shoulder touching his chest. "This is beautiful, Theo!"

"Yes, it is..." he mumbles into her hair, not sure if he's still talking about the picture, inhaling her sweet scent.

After they both discovered this talented painter Theo invites her the next evening into his favorite bar to celebrate this occasion.

It only takes a few drinks (although the bartender had the instruction to water her drinks down) and she's already tipsy. "Oi, hondje! We should leave now, I don't want to carry you back to the mansion!" She only giggles at this imagination and to his surprise no snubbing remark follows. Leaving the bar she stumbles soon, losing her balance. "Watch out, hondje!" He grabs her by her arm before she could fall to the floor. "Ouh, I feel dizzy Theo... would you mind to take a rest at this bench over there?" Nodding he immediatly leads her over, not letting go of her arm. As they sit down next to each other he mumbles "I hope it was okay to hold you at your arm, but I was afraid..."

She cuts him off, giving him a sweet smile "Nah, it was okay Theo. And at least you didn't have to carry me. I am not that drunk..." suddenly a hickup interrupts her. "Oooh nooo..." she whines.

Theo bursts into laughing "I see..." after a second she joins into his laughter. When the last giggle fades, she closes her eyes, resting her head at his shoulder. "I feel so tired all of a sudden."

"Don't mind. You can rest here with me for a while if you need to." he replies with an unusual soft voice. Very slowly he puts his arm around her, in case she wants to raise an objection. "I am not scared of your touch anymore." She murmurs, "I have to admit I'm really enjoying this right now." her words are almost inaudible while she nuzzles her face at his chest. Theo freezes in disbelief, an unknown warmth spreads through his entire body and his heart feels like bursting, relieved that she can't see the heat in his cheeks. Listening to her steady breathing he knows she fell asleep and he kisses her temple ever so slightly "So I have to carry you nevertheless." he mumbles with a grin. In the future he'd make sure no one ever gets the opportunity to touch her. But from now on his actions comprises a further reason.

Le Comte

He's living for centuries now and is able to read in people's heart almost like in an open book. Le Comte recognizes her reserved way when it comes to physical touch immediatly and invites her to his room for a talk. After he gives her a graceful and encouraging smile she tells him hesitantly about her anxiety, feeling embarressed to tell him about her inner demons.

"Ma cherie, don't feel ashamed. There's no reason for that. I'll ensure that everyone in the mansion respects your fears. And please don't hesitate to talk to me about anything that might concern you. Anytime."

This day all residents have a personal conversation with Le Comte in his room.

He will buy her several pair of exclusive leather gloves, so it might be easier for her to get along with her fear to be touched at her hands.

Knowing that public and crowded places are going hand in hand with the fear of being touched by accident he makes sure that almost everything her heart desires would be delivered into the mansion. A few days after her arrival she stumbles over a bunch of new dresses in her room and quite surprised she asks him how he knows her dress size. With slight flushed cheeks and avoiding her gaze he answers that he only has a good eye. (Liar... he observes her so intensly he could tell how many eyelashes her left eye has even when Sebas would wake him up from his deepest slumber...)

He will gladly take every opportunity talking to her, hoping that knowing each other better will reduce her tension and anxiety. Treating her like a princess with the utmost respect and warmth, she begins to relax in his presence. Strolling with Comte through the garden, taking tea in the gazebo, chatting about nothing and everything. Everytime they spend time together the space between them seems to melt a bit more.  

Taking a walk early through the garden together became a morning routine in the meantime and today it's warm and the sky bright blue. Suddenly King rushes playful towards them and jumps on her, trying to lick over her face. Totally caught offguard she loses her balance and stumbles backwards but le Comte immediatly catches her at the waist. "King, come here you stubborn beast!" Theo yells but King is already rushing further into the mansion. Theo apologizes quickly to them as he runs after his dog. "Are you hurt, ma cherie?" Concern lies in St.Germain's glance and voice. She giggles. "No, I am fine. King is such a cute "beast". Thank you for catching me Comte." At this moment he realizes that his arms are still around her and with an almost inaudible sigh he pulls his hands off her waist. "I am so glad nothing happened to you, ma belle." Then it comes to his mind, that she didn't complain at his touch. She didn't even flinch... pure happiness spreads through every nerve of his body and with a joyful smile on his lips they continue their walk.

A week later the weather ist still nice and warm, so she decides to visit the market place in town, getting some fresh air and maybe some fruits. The market is almost over as she arrives and less crowded. With a happy smile she studies the remaining goods as a salesman appears directly in front of her, eager to sell her one of his scarves. "A little dove like you  should wear a scalf, the wind still can be chilly..." Smiling politely she refuses, but the seller doesn't give up. "Here, this one matches your beautiful eyes" he goes on, his hands almost around her neck with the scarf. She freezes in panic, her face pale with shock as suddenly someone appears behind her, grasping the sellers'hands, holding them away from her neck. "Sir, what do you think you are doing, to harry a young lady like this?" Comte pushes the hands of the seller with one arm away, his other arm already protective around her shaking form. The burning anger in his eyes makes the salesman flee in panic without another word. Comte's gaze softens instantly as his eyes roam over her body with utmost concern. "Cherie, did he hurt you?" Still shaking she replies sobbing "No... It was o- only ..I was only scared he would touch me." Without thinking his grip around her tightens but in the next moment he takes a step away with a flustered expression on his graceful features "I'm begging your pardon, ma cherie, I shouldn't ... It wasn't my intention to embrace you without permission."

Shaking her head softly she closes the gap and leans back into his arms, her voice faint and pleading "Don't worry Comte, I am not scared of your touch anymore. If you don't mind, would you hold me a bit longer? It makes me feel safe." Stunned by her words he softly put his arms around her, his heart swelling with affection. As she rests her cheek against his chest with a sigh he whispers "I would so anything for you, ma cherie. And to hold you in my arms is my greatest pleasure." Slowly she lifts her chin to meet shiny golden eyes, in their dephts swirling so much love, adoration and yearning it takes her breath away. She answers his unspoken question with a lovingly smile.

[littledreamybeth]

Daddy ignores me

A/N: Another part of the “Secret Child” series! Not really proof read!

“MUMMY!” The sudden shrill cry of her little son pervading the quietness of their idyllic home almost caused Y/N to drop the white porcelain plate of her new tableware onto the kitchen’s granite floor. She immediately put it aside, but before she could even rush to see after him, the young boy had already beat her to it. And the picture presented in front of her simply pierced daggers through her delicate mummy heart. Big fat teardrops were flowing down Robin’s apple cheeks, uncontrollable agonized sobs wrecking his tiny body, and he looked at his mother as if she were the last person who could help him. Y/N couldn’t recall seeing him this dejected over something. With worry consuming her mind, she crouched down on his eye level, inspecting him from head to toe to find out whether he had hurt himself. But as she was going to find out later, her baby boy was dealing with emotional rather than physical pain.

“What’s wrong, honey?” Y/N cooed, opening her arms, and inviting him into her embrace. Robin nuzzled his face into the crook of his mother’s neck and clutched her shirt with intensity, seeking for her comfort. Running her hand up and down his back, the young mother waited until her son had somewhat calmed down.

“Daddy doesn’t talk to me,” Robin sniffed, lowering his tiny head in defeat.

Baffled at his answer, Y/N replied, “He won’t what? Why is that?”

Her firstborn shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know, mummy. I don’t know what I did that he’s upset with me. He would play with Ella and Mila the entire time, but shoo me away when I want to join them. And when I ask why he doesn’t let me play, he doesn’t answer and turns his back towards me.” Another flow of tears was brimming his green eyes as he started to hiccup. “It makes me sad.”

“Oh my poor baby boy!” His mother pressed him lovingly against her chest, tangling her fingers into his hair.

It surprised her immensely to hear that Harry was upset over something their son apparently had done that it was enough to punish the little boy with disregard and indifference. Her partner and son rarely argued with each other because they loved and cherished each other with such intensity- they both worshipped the ground that the other one walked on. Of course, Robin did some things Harry got angry with, however, he would forgive him once Robin apologized and then everything was forgiven and forgotten. She was just as confused as the boy in front of her, who had no idea of where he was at fault. She wondered about the reason behind Harry’s behavior.

“Daddy doesn’t love me anymore…”  Robin mumbled, causing his mother to shake her head in denial.

“You know that is not true, m’love. Don’t you ever think like that. Daddy loves you with his entire heart. You’re his pride, his big buddy, hm?” She smothered his face with affectionate kisses, eliciting a giggle out of his rosy lips. “Why don’t you tell me what you guys did before daddy stopped talking to you?”

Robin put his finger on his lower lip, his brain recapping the last happy interaction he had with his father. “We were playing cardboard games,” he answered then. “He hasn’t talked to me ever since we finished.”

Knowing were this was going to lead, Y/N still pushed her son to continue. She already had her suspicions as to why Harry refused to acknowledge Robin.

“How many rounds did you play, honey?”

Robin pointed the number three with his fingers into the air. “Three times.”

“May I ask who won?”

A proud expression flashed over his features. “Me. All rounds.”

Y/N scoffed. She genuinely wanted to slap her partner in that moment, her hand was itching terribly to make contact with his cheek. If there was something that everybody knew about Harry, then it was his competitive nature and his strong will to win when it came to games. Nobody took games as seriously as Harry did. Losing against his own child had probably hurt his stupid ego. No wonder he behaved like this towards a child, who went to kindergarten. The young mother sighed. Not that she had enough to deal with, nope, now she had to handle a man child.

“I think I know what the problem is. Come on. Let’s have a word with daddy.” Y/N picked the little boy up and steadied him on her hip, then making her way to search for her lover. Ascending the stairs, she heard some noises coming from the girls’ nursery, so she steered directly towards it.

She halted in front of the door, gesturing Robin to be quiet and through the slight door gap, she observed what the young father was doing with his daughters. Harry was sat on the ground while the girls were placed on top of their playmat. Their toys were scattered into different directions. Harry’s voice rang through her ears.

“You can do it baby girl! Just a little bit more!” Harry cheered Ella on, who had grabbed onto the musician’s fingers and tried to lift her body from the ground with his help. Her twin minded her own business by playing with her stuffed animals, babbling uncoherent sounds. Ella finally managed to stand on her legs, earning lots of praises from her father. Although Y/N didn’t want to disrupt their interaction, she had a problem to solve.

Therefore, she entered the nursery.

“Harry Edward Styles!” Her voice boomed through the living room, making Ella plop down on her little bum and grabbing the other twin’s attention also, who started to wail. “Don’t tell me you’re ignoring your child just because he beat you at a game!” The smile that had adorned Harry’s face vanished from his lips.

She pointed at Robin, who had hidden his face on her shoulder, avoiding eye contact with his daddy.

“What are you, five?” she reprimanded him, “This is ridiculous. Don’t you think you’re overreacting?”

Harry only shrugged his shoulders, reaching for Mila, who seemed to sense the tension in the room and hence became restless. He picked her up and made silly faces to soothe her.

“Jesus Christ, Harry. Would you please look at me or rather your son, who thinks you don’t love him anymore because you refuse to talk to him? Because you lost a game? What the hell is wrong with you?” Slight anger was boiling in the pit of her stomach, even more when she felt Robin’s tiny body trembling against hers.

According to the British man’s reaction, Y/N knew she stroke a particular nerve. “What do you think you were doing, Harry?” she asked, “You can act like this towards somebody else but not your son. Get your shit together, will ya?”

“I wanted to win…” She heard him mumble under his breath, “One game, okay. But all three? It’s not fair.”

Y/N retorted, “You know what’s not fair? The way you treat Robin! You hurt his feelings. Now, apologize!”

“But-“

“I said apologize! And don’t you dare to ignore my boy again, you hear me? Is a stupid game more important than your family? One more time and you can search another place to live your life.” Okay, the last statement was a bit exaggerating but at least it worked. Fear appeared in his eyes and he immediately rose from the ground, walking towards them. If there was somebody who could threaten him with his family, then it was the one and only woman her loved.

“Hey buddy,” Harry murmured sheepishly after Y/N had handed the boy over, watching them sternly with her arms crossed over her chest. “I’m sorry I was mad at you for stupid reasons and made you feel like I don’t love you. I’m not going to do it again, I promise.”

Robin glanced at his father with glossy eyes and pledged, “I won’t play any games with you anymore. You were being a meanie. And I don’t like meanies.”

“Fair enough,” Harry chuckled, kissing his temple.

“Have we come back to our senses?” The young mother questioned.

“Yes, madam!”

[noctuaas]

AS YOU WISH; t. kuroo

synopsis; in this tale of romance, revenge, and treason, you, a beautiful commoner, are set to become the princess of aobajousai. will your one true love be able to save you in time?

pairing; kuroo tetsurou x reader

content; princess bride au (heavily based on both the movie and novel), medieval au, torture, mild violence, drama, fantasy/adventure, murder, fem!reader

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01 ; THE BRIDE

TO BE THE MOST beautiful girl in the world was a concept far past your concern. Those around you certainly saw the potential, but at 16 years old, you simply could not care less to capitalize on your natural beauty. (Beauty routines were exhausting in your eyes. You only washed your face so as not to feel filthy, taking a razor to your leg hair was far more trouble than it seemed worth, and you were quite sick of brushing your hair, so you did so as little as possible.) All you really wanted to do was ride your horse and pester the farm boy that worked for your parents.

Prince, as you had taken to calling the horse when he was just a yearling, was a loyal companion. Other girls your age grew attached to one of their herding dogs’ pups, or the kitten of a barn cat, but you had Prince. He always came when you called, steered where you told him even on a loose rein, nuzzled your face on bad days. 

For all the time you spent taunting and bossing the farm boy around—“Farm Boy, fetch me this,” and “Farm Boy, take care of that,”—he always had one thing in common with the horse: he always did as he was told.

(Perhaps you knew that he was really a young man now—he was a year or two older than you—but he had been just an orphaned boy when he first came to work for your father, so that was what you referred to him as: Farm Boy.)

“As you wish,” he always replied, without fail.

Your father was fond of the farm boy, often remarking how he should leave him an acre of land in his will for all his hard work. These conversations never lasted long though, not before your parents would turn to you and chide you for needing to go bathe again and clean yourself up after spending the day in the barn.

Despite your disdain for taking care of yourself like a “proper lady,” as your mother liked to say, your natural beauty was still enough to cause the village boys to flock to you. Those dimwits always liked to badger you with stupid questions whenever you rode into town, offering silly favors and making awkward small talk, much to dismay of the rest of the girls in the village. The boys were always so annoying, and you often noted how much more tolerable Farm Boy was as you dismissed their advances. Eventually they took to making fun of you, laughing over snide remarks about you because they must have been embarrassed about being shot down. Sometimes the insults were too much to ignore, and when that was the case, Farm Boy took matters into his own hands. You always thanked him after he sent a village boy home bloodied and crying, and he always answered, “As you wish.”

You came to realize that Farm Boy was the only boy your age whose presence you seemed to enjoy. One night, you lied awake with the dim light from a full moon crawling through your window, thinking about how he was always kind and respectful to you, how he protected you and your honor, how he seemed to smile at you differently than he ever smiled at the other girls in town. (You also let yourself admit that he was quite handsome, with his amber eyes and ebony hair that was always in a perfect bedhead state, which was something you had never bothered caring about before.)

After that, your time was no longer divided between riding your horse and pestering the farm boy; now, ‘pestering’ was to be replaced with ‘falling for’. You let him join you on rides through the woods on Prince; you began doing your morning reading in the barn to keep him company while he fed the animals; you took it upon yourself to take out any extra supper your mother cooked to him. You even decided to stop calling him ‘Farm Boy’.

“What’s your actual name, Farm Boy?” you asked out of the blue.

“Why do you ask?” he had replied, and you snorted in mild amusement.

“Well, after having known you all these years, it must be quite rude of me to still call you ‘Farm Boy’.”

He paused and grinned that endearing grin of his, “Just call me Kuroo, then.”

Everything was so blissful for the year following. You loved Kuroo, and he loved you. Even on the day the royal Count and Countess of Aobajousai had strangely paid your family a visit, you both were sure of this; because while the Countess took Kuroo’s arm gently for him to show her the dairy cows and the Count watched you intently as you followed the small procession on your horse, you and Kuroo both stared at each other.

At the end of one year though, Kuroo unexpectedly showed up at your window in the middle of the night.

“I’ve come to say goodbye.”

You shot up straight in your bed, cocking your head incredulously, “What do you mean, ‘goodbye’?”

“I mean I’m leaving.”

“Leaving? Have I done—”

“I’m taking to the sea to seek my fortune,” he cut you off. “There’s a ship that sails out of Karasuno, to the new country of Inarizaki. There’s great opportunity there, so I’m going.”

You were shell-shocked for a moment. Leaving? Sailing to Inarizaki? Where was this all coming from?

“But why? What about the farm? What about us?” You finally said. Your voice was already beginning to quiver pathetically as tears brimmed in your eyes.

“I’ve been training at night, so I hardly need sleep or food, and I’ll get two 10-hour-a-day jobs. I’m gonna save every penny, and in just a couple years I’ll have enough to buy a big farm and build a brand new house just for the two of us.”

“For the two of us?” Your brows furrowed and your voice was meek.

“Yes, (y/n). I love you. All these years I’ve stayed here because of you. I’ve taught myself foreign languages, made my body strong, everything, for you. I’ve been head over heels for you since I was a kid. Do you understand what I’m saying, or should I keep going?”

(By now, Kuroo had squeezed his broad frame through your window, somehow landing gracefully on the floor and sliding next to you on your bed so he could wipe away your tears with his thumb. It was a good thing he was athletic enough to do so quietly, because if your parents caught him in your room, all hell might break loose.)

“Never stop,” you mumbled dreamily.

“There hasn’t been a day—”

“You better not be teasing me, Kuroo, or I’ll have your hide,” you broke in this time. Kuroo loved to tease you, and it was normally all in good fun, but if that was the case now, then he was taking it way too far.

“I’d never joke about loving you,” he replied. “Remember all those years when you would tell me, ‘Farm Boy, do this, Farm Boy, do that’? What did I always say?”

“‘As you wish’.”

“Well, that’s just what you thought I was saying. I was actually saying ‘I love you’,” Kuroo smiled gently and ran his fingers through your hair.

All that time? You couldn’t even recall the first time Kuroo started saying ‘As you wish’ to all your commands, but apparently he had been in love with you. Before you had ever even noticed him, he was devoted to you. It sounded like a fairy tale.

“I love you too, Kuroo. I’ll never stop loving you, I swear,” you finally said.

“I’ll hold you to it, princess. I have to go now if I want to make it to Karasuno in time, but I’ll send for you soon. Promise.”

You nodded in understanding, but you couldn’t let him leave without one last kiss.

There had been five great kisses since the beginning of time. Though the precise rating of kisses is a bit convoluted and controversial (everyone knows that the formula for a great kiss is comprised of timing, affection, intensity, and duration, but there has never been a universal agreement on each element’s weight), there was no doubt that this kiss left every other in the dust.

The following morning, all you wanted to do was lay around and mope. It was perfectly justifiable, considering the love of your life had just left the country, and you wouldn’t see him for God knows how long. You wallowed in self pity for about an hour before realizing that Kuroo was out in the great big world now, and with as handsome as he was, he would surely have women throwing themselves at him.

What if all this moping destroys my beauty, and when he sends for me, I’ll arrive in Inarizaki, and he’ll take one look at me and send me back?

“Mother,” you ran downstairs, interrupting whatever petty argument your parents were having. “I need your advice. How can I better take care of my appearance?”

“You’ve never cared about your appearance, honey. Why are you asking this all of a sudden?”

“Well, I’m nearly 18 now. I figure it’s about time I start behaving a little more like a lady,” you lied. It was enough to appease your mother, and she grabbed your arm and began dragging you to the washroom in delight.

You quickly learned that taking such care of yourself was hard work; the saying, ‘beauty is pain,’ made an awful lot of sense now. But for Kuroo, nothing was too much. Every morning, you awoke at dawn to start the farm chores. You had to pick up all the slack left by Kuroo, so there wasn’t really any time for self-improvement until the afternoon, but once you started, you took it very seriously. Daily baths, simple exercises, and all the time it took to brush your hair out perfectly before bed.

If the whole town thought you were beautiful before, now they all knew you must be a contender for the most beautiful girl in the world. You, however, still had no care for how beautiful the rest of the world found you; as long as Kuroo found you beautiful. (In the coming years, you would learn that you were beautiful no matter what, and simplify your beauty routine to what you liked. As long as you felt clean and tidy, that was sufficient.)

Kuroo wrote you letters every few months, and you kept every one of them. Sometimes people would ask you how he was doing, which was a mistake unless they had a lot of spare time, because you could talk about him for hours. It was obvious that you were completely and utterly in love, and so the village boys eventually stopped trying, and the village girls warmed back up to you.

It made sense the way Kuroo’s death hit you the way it did.

The news reached your parents first. The Count (a new fellow named Iwaizumi, appointed by Prince Oikawa shortly after the last one’s death) was sent to your farm to deliver the news since it was Kuroo’s last known place of residence. You were returning from town on your horse when Count Iwaizumi was leaving your property.

“Miss,” he nodded politely as you crossed paths. You rode on in confusion, and the new Count watched you intently, much like the last one.

When you made it into the house, both your parents hushed up and looked at you with pity.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s The Crow’s Wing, darling. It was attacked,” your mother told you.

Kuroo’s ship was attacked? You furrowed your brows, “What?”

“Pirates. In the night,” your father explained.

You knew the trip across the sea would be dangerous, but you never thought it would happen to him. Sliding into a chair, you decided it might be best to sit down.

The room was quiet until you managed to squeak out, “So Kuroo’s been taken prisoner, then?”

A long sigh from your parents, and then, a, “No.”

“It was the Dread Pirate Nekomata.”

You blinked, willing back tears. The Dread Pirate Nekomata was the most famous pirate in all the world, and he never took prisoners. In all these years in his reign of terror, no one survived an attack from the Dread Pirate Nekomata.

You went to your room, and this time around, you allowed yourself to mope. For six days, you sulked, and cried, and mourned. Not once did you come out of your room, so your parents took to leaving food outside your door, which you only ever picked at meekly. During those six days in your room, you decided you would never love again.

[katehuntington]

Title: Ride With Me (part twenty one) Fandom: Supernatural Timeline: 2008 Pairing: Dean x Reader Word count: ±5850 words Summary series: Y/N is a talented horse rider who is on her way to become a professional. In order to convince her father that she deserves the loan needed to start her own farm, she goes to Arizona for six months, to intern at a ranch owned by Bobby and Ellen Singer. Her future is set out, but then she meets a handsome horseman, who goes by the name of Dean Winchester. A heartwarming series about a cowboy who falls for the girl, letting go of the past and the importance of family.  Summary part twenty one: It’s Dean’s turn to make an entrance in the main arena. The rides lead to an interesting business proposal by a new client, but brings a lot of doubt too. Warnings series: NSFW, 18+ only! Fluff, angst, eventually smut. Swearing, smoking, alcohol intoxication, alcohol abuse. Mutual pining, heartbreak. Crying, nightmares, childhood trauma. Description of animal abuse, domestic violence, mentions of addiction. Financial problems, stress, mental breakdown. Description of blood and injury, hospital scenes, character death, grief. Music: Watching From A Distance - David Ramirez (opening scene) Follow ‘Kate Huntington’s Ride With Me playlist’ on Spotify! Author’s note: Prepare for cuteness and a bit of angst! Thank you @atc74​, @manawhaat​ and @winchest09​ for helping me. Also a special thanks to @jules-1999​, who has offered me her knowledge about rodeo events like these, and @squirrelnotsam​, who knows Arizona like the back of her hand. 

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     Saturday morning has started early for the crew of the Gold Canyon Ranch. Before the crack of dawn Benny has mucked out the stables and fed the horses, making sure they had time to digest their pellets before the show starts. Together with Jo, Y/N has hand-walked the animals who are competing today, letting them stretch their legs and graze a bit. She took extra time for Meadow, who always seems to need a moment to adjust to new surroundings. The mare was fresh today, the brisk air only fueling her feisty temper. Her owner couldn’t help but snigger when she lifted her tail and started jogging next to her instead of just strolling along, showing off to anyone who would look at her.

     It’s 8 AM when Dean puts his foot in the stirrup of the saddle, swinging his right leg over the back of the Bon Jovi, the light catching the fringe of his chaps. He pulls his hat a little tighter on his head once he’s seated, while the well-behaved stallion waits patiently for his rider to give him an aid, which he does, after adjusting the length of his reins.

     With the sun only just peeking from behind the horizon, rays break through the leaves of the trees next to the warmup area, adding to the still peaceful surroundings. The commentator isn’t blaring through the speakers yet, the ring isn’t full of other riders trying to find a spot to train without running into each other. It’s the calm before the storm, a bit of peace and quiet both horse and human appreciate. No distractions, no sensory overload for the inexperienced stallion. It’s the perfect way to introduce him to the element of competition.

Y/N has just finished filling up the water buckets in the stables and rests her arms on the fence of the small arena. She watches Dean slowly start up the beautiful palomino, its coat seemingly made from gold in the morning light. Her boyfriend is wearing clean dark jeans and a navy button up, a black Stetson to match his show outfit. Never will she get tired of watching that man ride, but dressed like he is now, she can’t take her eyes off him. Y/N sighs deeply, swooning at the sight. She really did land the most handsome cowboy in Arizona, didn’t she?

     The head wrangler seems composed as ever, not breaking a sweat over having to ride into the ring in thirty minutes, something that she admires and envies all at the same time. She wishes she could feel relaxed right before a test, instead of being the nervous wreck that she usually is. Meadow will not make her entry until later this evening and already Y/N dodged breakfast, well aware that she won’t be able to swallow a bite, stage fright blocking her throat. Just thinking about the premiere of her freestyle makes it slightly harder to breathe, but Dean takes that away when he rides past, breaking his concentration for a second and shooting her a wink and a soft smile. She chuckles as they keep a hold of each other’s gaze for a few seconds as his horse walks by. God, she wishes she has his confidence.

     Other competitors join Dean and Bon Jovi in the warm up area, but the stallion only murmurs at a mare once, its rider gently yet strictly reminding him to keep his head in the game. Before they know it, the same voice that did the commentary on last night’s barrel race competition sounds from the amplifiers.

     “Good mornin’, folks! It’s another beautiful day here at the Flagstaff Horsefair. We’re getting ready for the first class of the day, the Standlee Forage Reining Competition for four year olds. Highest overall score wins five bags of high quality horse food.”

     The commentator continues to promote the sponsors of the event, Dean giving his horse a little scratch on the shoulder when he tenses slightly as the loud voice sounds from the speakers. Aware that it will soon be their turn, the rider allows himself to enjoy the atmosphere as he casts his gaze over the other competitors. He isn’t too worried about the fixture, confident in his own skills and those of his horse.

     “Dean Winchester, two minutes!” A steward announces, looking down at his clipboard to double check the line up.      The cowboy nods in acknowledgement, directing his gaze to Y/N as he waits for her to catch up. He watches as she puts down the grooming bag next to her on the sandy arena footing, attending to the bell boots that Bon Jovi is still wearing. She unbuckles the leather clasps, putting the leg protection away.      “Would you like some water?” she offers.      He shakes his head, casually, taking in the arena. “Nah, I’m good.”

     Y/N looks up at him, trying to read what he is feeling. To her, it is strange how he doesn’t seem nervous. He’s relaxed, collected; reminding her of the still waters at Canyon Lake, where they swam together for the first time on the trail that changed everything. It is as if he can’t register the pressure that should be resting on his shoulders. Maybe he truly believed he is that good.      “Break a leg,” she speaks, fondly.      “Don’t wish that upon me, Yankee,” Dean chuckles. “Kinda need them to do my job.”        She laughs and pats him lovingly on his denim clad thigh. “I don’t know how you can be so calm.”      “Well, I have my good luck charm with me.” He lays his hand over hers, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles. “C’mere.”       She steps closer to Bon Jovi, tiptoeing to reach up while Dean leans over to level with her. His lips brush over hers softly, his nose nuzzling hers in a sweet gesture. She smiles into the gentle kiss.      “Go get’em, cowboy.”

     The wrangler straightens himself in the saddle, while his girlfriend picks up the groom bag and steps back. He guides his horse into the tunnel under the bleachers towards the arena, concentrating on the gates in front of him, waiting for them to open. The reigns feel smooth between his fingers as he drowns out the noise around him. With his free hand, he encouragingly strokes the side of Bon Jovi’s neck, his pearly white manes contrasting beautifully against his flaxen coat. He has grown accustomed to these kinds of events, his nerves not bothering him anymore. He finds solace in his work, seeing it more as fun than as a chore. He enjoys the challenge the youngsters bring him, from the initial moment of putting on a halter, to getting in a saddle, to showing them all for the very first time. In less than a year, the horses go through such growth, and it’s always a pleasure to be a part of their journey.

     “First competitor of the day is Dean Winchester, riding Bon Jovi, a stallion by Renegade. This horse is bred by Victor Hendriksen and owned by the Gold Canyon Ranch in Phoenix, Arizona.”

     Y/N watches as the palomino calmly comes through the gate, not batting an eye at his new and impressive surroundings. Submissive and willing, the stallion responds to his rider’s aids when he’s asked to halt. To witness how trustful each and every horse is with the trainer, surfaces some kind of gratification inside of her. The way Dean schools the animals isn’t based on authority or rank, but much more about collaboration and respect. It’s something she admires about him from the get go.

     Dean leads Bon Jovi through a precise pattern of figures, spins and stops. Reining is all about the athletic abilities of the horse, and the rider controlling every movement. The horse demonstrates attitude and willingness, while the signals given by the rider are nearly imperceptible. The run is evaluated by a panel of three judges, who mark each pattern individually. In this youngster class, speed isn’t key yet, but correctness is. Every stride must look effortless and relaxed, as if the animal and rider have become one. That’s exactly what is on display in the arena right now.

     With a smile of adoration across her face, Y/N leans her forearms on the steel fence, watching the head wrangler. A small crowd that got up at the crack of dawn have occupied the first rows on the bleachers and by the fence, encouraging shouts and whistles rallying the first competitor on. The young horse is so fixed on his rider, that he doesn’t even pick up on the sounds. Bon Jovi isn’t fast in the spins yet, but that’s okay, because his footwork is close to perfect. After three well executed sliding stops, Dean gives the palomino the signal to back up, his spur not even touching the horse’s flank. Submissively, he reverses until his rider drops the reins and rewards the stallion, who blows out a purr through his nose, looking up at the stands curiously when they applaud the performance, much like the commentator.

     “Well, if that ain’t setting the bar, I don’t know what is. What a solid ride from Dean Winchester and Bon Jovi!”

     While Dean exits the arena, he searches the people along the fence and on the bleachers. He’s looking for Bobby, who he finds on the sidelines. His uncle holds his gaze and gives the head wrangler a nod, telling him so much without using actual words. They haven’t spoken about the elephant in the room yet, today’s pace being far too high to squeeze in the awkward conversation, and so both men have decided for themselves to let it rest. Besides, they might have sold a number of horses yesterday, that doesn’t mean they can lean back now.

     The cowboy leads his horse back to the warm up ring, meeting his girlfriend half way.      “Good run!” she compliments, taking Bon Jovi’s reins after Dean swings his right leg over the saddle and dismounts. She shoves the water bottle in his hand this time, knowing if she had asked, he would have declined anyway.      “I had a little wobble in the second roll back, but yeah, the rest was good.” He twists off the cap and takes a swig, thirstier than he likes to admit.

     Since Dean is competing two separate horses in the same class, he’s both first and last to enter the main arena. It’s going to be a race against the clock, and he looks around the warm-up area in search for his next four-legged dance partner.      “Where’s Jo? Ringo is up in thirty minutes.”      “Better get off your high horse, Mister, otherwise this is the last time I’ll tack up for you,” his cousin replies snappily, appearing from behind with a bay gelding named Ringo Starr in tow.      Dean is about to counter her, but he bites his tongue, knowing she’s not kidding and will never do him a favor again if he gives her attitude. And so he mutters a ‘thanks’ under his breath when he takes the Quarterhorse from her.

     As swiftly as he got down from Bon Jovi, he now mounts Ringo, the next four year old for him to compete. As he does so, his score is announced over the speakers, but he can’t quite make out the numbers. When he glances at the scoreboard, he’s pleasantly surprised.      “218.5 points!” Y/N cries out, delighted. “That’s fantastic!”      With a content smirk adorning his features, Dean nods satisfied; that is indeed a good score. Good enough to put Bon Jovi on the podium. Good enough to ask a high price when the buyers come calling. He doesn’t have time to settle on a high cloud, though; he needs to ready Ringo for his run.

     Y/N hoists the groombag on her shoulder and takes the kind palomino stallion to exit the warm-up arena. This is her job after all, she might be dating her supervisor, she’s still the intern. They made a deal when she arrived at the ranch that Dean would not treat her differently, so she intends to do the work she’s come here to do. Jo, however, seems to have a different idea, and nudges her.      “I’ll take Jovi. You go cheer on your John Wayne.” The blonde cowgirl winks at her friend, taking over the load.

     She chuckles, handing the petite blonde the horse. Grateful to be able to see more of Dean’s horsemanship in action, she finds a spot by the fence. The sun steadily rises, casting out what was left of the night’s coolness, the light radiating down on her much warmer and brighter. Wishing she had brought a hat, the cowgirl takes off her jacket and puts it away in the groombag. She watches her boyfriend warm up Ringo, who seems a little bit more nervous, now that the ring is more crowded. His rider does a good job reassuring the young animal, though, giving the bay gelding some light exercises to keep his mind of the commotion around him, rewarding the Quarter every time he shows a sign of relaxation.

     “Beautiful day to be buying horses, isn’t it, darling?”      Y/N startles at the sudden gruff voice, snapping her head to where the sound came from. The supposedly kind words to start conversation are pronounced with a English accent, by a stranger dressed in black. The rather short man who she guesses would be somewhere in his fifties leans on the steel rail, his fingers laced together while he watches riders in the arena.

     “Y - yeah, I suppose so,” Y/N stammers, unsure how to respond.      “My apologies, where are my manners.” The man turns to her and offers his hand. “The name is Fergus. Fergus MacLeod.”      The cowgirl frowns at his introduction. She has heard of him, but has never met the owner of the MacLeod Studfarms in person.      “Y/N Y/L/N,” she returns, slightly hesitant.      “Oh, I know who you are. I’m an admirer of your work. You’re quite the talent,” the Englishman admits. “That run at the State Championships was spectacular.”

     Slightly creeped out, but not trusting her instincts entirely, she stays quiet for a moment. This is a man of great influence in the business, so she does want to hear what he has to say.      “You saw me ride?” she replies.      He nods, an amused smirk resting on his thin lips. “I did indeed, love. Talking about talent, that horse is something else as well. Meadowsweet, is her name, isn’t it?”      “Yeah...” Y/N returns, somewhat suspicious.      “Tell me; are you the owner of that lovely mare? Or are there parents and sponsors involved?”

     Her stance becomes a bit more defensive, not just because of the rapid questions that are fired at her, no matter how charming this gentleman is trying to be. No, it’s his assumption that she’s too young to own such a horse that gets to her.      “I am the owner, as a matter of fact,” she states, a new found strength in her voice.      “Good to know I am talking to the proper person then.” Her company chuckles, apparently pleased by her feisty counter. “Because I have a proposition for you.”      Before he can make her an offer, Y/N intervenes. “Meadow isn’t changing owners, if that’s where you’re headed, Mr. MacLeod.”      Fergus takes her in, narrowing his eyes slightly, but the pleased little smile remains. “I can make it worth your while.”      “I believe you can, but no matter your offer; she’s not for sale,” the cowgirl makes herself clear, a sternness in her voice that should tone the horse trader down.      It doesn’t. Instead he chuckles dryly and takes a little booklet out of the inner pocket of his black coat; it’s a cheque book. Not taking no for an answer, he pulls out a pen and writes down his signature.      “Everything is for sale, love. All one has to do is pay the right price,” he says, wisely.

     Fergus MacLeod rips off the sheet of paper, handing her the cheque. Not wanting to be downright rude, she takes it, staring at the empty line; it’s blank.      “You may write down whatever number you seem fit. It’s up to you,” the Brit elaborates. “Now that I’ve got your attention, would you happen to know where I can find Bobby Singer? I would like to have a little chat with my old friend.”      “He’s by the main arena.” She points in the direction of the entrance.      “Wonderful,” he quips. “It was a pleasure meeting you, darling.”

     A shiver runs down her spine as MacLeod walks away to find her boss. She’s highly aware that he is a very influential and important person in the industry, but he has got some nerve. Y/N might look like an innocent and timid girl, but there is no way in hell that she would ever give up Meadow, no matter how large the figure.

     She stares at the cheque, crumbling it in her hand before she stuffs it in her pocket, angrily. She has never met someone as brazen as Fergus Macleod at a show before, and she has been to enough to know. But she doesn’t want to waste time and think about the confrontation now. The cowgirl would much rather focus on her wrangler boyfriend who is wowing the judges.

     Dean’s run with Ringo Starr is another great one, and with him being the last contestant of the class, the rankings are decided the moment the score comes in. With 215.5 points, he secures the third place, behind another rider and Bon Jovi, who has held on to the lead. An impressive result, one that he knows his uncle is going to be very pleased with.

     When the Dean exits the arena, he is met by his girlfriend, who is smiling widely.      “You nailed it!” she chirps with enthusiasm.      “They did good,” Dean says, rustling Ringo’s black mane, more than satisfied with the performance of both young horses, but not taking the compliment upon himself.

     The cowboy gets down from the saddle, noticing that the gelding is tired from all the first impressions and new sensories that come with the first show. Ringo’s coat is damp, a shade darker because of the perspiration; he gave it his all. Intending to hand-walk the horse back to the stables to shower the animal and give him his hay, he strolls to exit the warm-up area, but Bobby stops him.      “Dean?” his uncle calls out, beckoning him to come over.      Y/N glances up, following Mr. Singer’s voice. Noticing that Fergus MacLeod has found who he claims to be his ‘old friend’, her face falls slightly. She wonders what the Englishman would want, and why Dean has been invited into the conversation.      Questionly, she looks back at her boyfriend and takes over Ringo from him, reckoning she should leave since it’s none of her business what will be discussed, but the man in black has different ideas.      “Y/N, do join us, and bring the horse as well, love.”      The hair on the back of Dean’s neck rises; what did he just call her? Unable to prevent his jaw from clenching, he steps towards the two ranch owners, trying to keep his cool. Who the hell is this dickhead?      “That’s Fergus MacLeod,” Y/N whispers, as if she just read his mind. “He’s the founder of some of the largest stud farms in the country and even has stables in Europe. Owns at least two dozen licenced stallions.”      The wrangler nods in acknowledgement. Great, some snobby bigshot. Very much aware that this new face might have something to offer Bobby, he keeps his mouth shut.

     “Ah, the one and only Dean Winchester,” Fergus’ grins mischievously. “Nice work there in the ring. Your uncle here told me it’s the first time those two horses are competing.”      “That’s right,” the cowboy confirms.      “Macleod is the name. Pleasure to meet ya.”      The Brit extends his hand, which Dean shakes a little firmer than normal. He’s not even sure what he’s trying to accomplish with the display of his own physical strength.

     “Fergus here is interested in buying the four year olds,” Bobby explains, apparently noticing his head wrangler’s suppressed hostility, shooting it down with a piercing stare, warningly.      Dean’s demeanor changes instantly as he raises his eyebrows. If this horse trader is going to bring the big bucks, he knows he needs to  keep himself in check for the sake of the ranch.      “Mind if I have a peek?” Macleod asks, gesturing at the horse.      “Go ahead.” Dean steps back, making room for him to inspect the horse.

     Fergus circles the horse, taking the bay gelding in from several angles. He feels the hindlegs for any swelling or abnormalities and does the same with the front legs, after Y/N has removed the bandages Ringo wore in the ring to prevent any injuries. The horse trader then proceeds to look Ringo in the face and check his teeth. After a satisfied nod the man turns around, straightens his impeccable suit. He then takes a tissue from his breast pocket and wipes his hands.      “It’s a fine looking animal you’ve got here, Singer,” he compliments. “You may take the horse away, my dear.”      Even though she isn’t fond of the degrading way he is talking to her, Y/N obliges. Taking care of the horses when she’s not riding herself is her job after all.      “Oh, and Miss Y/L/N…”      She halts the horse next to her and turns around. The Englishman has his hands in his pocket now, twinkling hazel-colored eyes looking her up and down.      “Bobby here tells me that you’re a well-educated woman. A master degree in Business & Economics? Impressive. Someone as smart as yourself has to acknowledge that it’s a good deal. I assume you will consider my offer on your horse,” he pauses, more intrigued with every detail he learns about the woman before him. “I would like to point out there’s room for six figures on that cheque. What numbers to fill in, is your choice.”

     Dean wants to snap his head at his girlfriend, but keeps his posture. Did this man just offer her several hundred thousand dollars for Meadow? Eyes wide in astonishment, he exchanges a look with his uncle, both trying to keep a straight face.      “She’s not for sale,” Y/N makes clear one more time, pronouncing the words slow to prove a point.      Amused with her stubbornness, the corner of MacLeod’s mouth twitches upward. Cocky, he holds her gaze, but eventually yields. “Very well, then. Let me know if you change your mind. The offer stands.”

     Without responding to Fergus’ tenacious reply, she turns away, nudging Ringo to follow her. The three men watch her leave, Dean knows her well enough to be able to tell that MacLeod has her blood boiling. He’s not surprised Y/N didn’t think twice about shooting the bid down. Meadow means the world to her, more than any amount of money could ever buy. But holy shit. Six figures! Realisation hits him; it would be enough money to save the Ranch.

     The Brit who made the generous offer pulls him from his thoughts. “Alright, lads. Let’s talk business, shall we?”      The three walk away from the few people that are lining around the warm-up area. A little further down, on a crossing of two paths, they stop. The little square is still quiet at this hour. Safe from lurking eyes and eavesdropping ears, they gather around one high table near a drink stand. Even though it’s a non-serve area, the influential man calls the bartender to take their order. The young guy comes back with a coke for the rider - who still has a run later this afternoon - and two bourbons. Dean didn’t even know they served whiskey at this event, let alone this early.

     MacLeod cuts right to the chase. “I will offer you thirty grand for the four year old Quarters, and I will take them off your hands right away.”      Dean doesn’t flinch, being in these kinds of conversations before. He can maintain his poker face, no matter how amble the offer. It is a negotiation after all.      The owner of the two horses thinks about it for a second, but then comes with a counter. “Forty.”      “C’mon, Bobby. Is that how you treat an old friend?” Fergus clicks his tongue, shaking his head slightly after which he takes a sip from his drink. “Now, I know times are tough and that you’re experiencing difficulty staying afloat, but do realize I am already doing you a favor here. Thirty thousand dollars is more than fair.”

     The head wrangler is taken aback by the Englishman’s comment. How would he know the ranch is struggling? Did people in their close circle spill the beans?      Apparently MacLeod spots the unpleasant surprise on the faces of the men opposite of him, because he comments on it without missing a beat. “It’s a small world, lads. People talk. You should know that by now, Singer.”      Bobby moves past the comment rather quickly and ponders about the sum. Fergus isn’t wrong; it’s not just a decent offer. It’s a generous one, one he isn’t going to decline. The Englishman across the table knows it too; the owner of the Gold Canyon Ranch is desperate for money.      “Cash,” he demands, accepting the original offer.      The dark haired man strokes his neatly trimmed beard. “I can arrange that.”

     The head wrangler might not like the horse trader, but he did just make this weekend ten times better. He gulps down the last of his coke, crumpling the can before he dunks it in the trash on the side of the crossroads. The cowboy figures the deal will be sealed with a handshake before they go separate ways, but MacLeod has a second matter to settle.      “I have another proposition for you.”      Having their attention, the middle aged Brit observes their reaction, his eyes full of mischief. The two members of the ranch near Phoenix share a look.      “We’re listening.” Bobby says.

     Fergus swirls his whiskey, studying the amber liquid in his glass.      “I own a stallion,” he starts off, putting the drink to his mouth in the short pause. “I bought him at the Derby Quarterhorse Auction for over a million dollars. He’s licensed, one of the best pedigrees I’ve ever seen, not to mention his conformation and movements. He already covered four hundred mares this year. I expect great things from this horse, he is supposed to bring in the money. There is one slight issue, however.”      Dean listens, intently, wondering where he is going with this. “And what would that be?”

     “The horse has some… behavioral issues,” the stud farm owner claims, careful in his choice of words. “It has quite the temperament, one his former trainers haven’t been able to use in their advantage, my advantage.”      Slowly the head wrangler begins to realize why the price MacLeod is willing to pay for the two Quarters is so steep; he is playing a game of give and take. The way the owner of this stallion is talking about money and business, calling the animal ‘it’, doesn’t sit well with him either. Where is the horse’s well-being in all of this?

     “What’s his name?” Dean likes to know.      Fergus frowns at that, clearly not understanding why it would matter, but he answers anyway. “You might have heard of this horse; his name is Cain.”      Dean has heard of the horse. The whopping 1.2 million that was paid for the talented Quarter made headlines in the industry.

     “What are these behavioral issues?” he needs to know, not taking the bait just yet.      “Typical stallion behavior; dominance is the main problem. The horse has character, what can I say?” MacLeod laughs it off. “Anyway, I am looking for a capable horseman. Someone who can actually break him in.”      The owner of the horse in question shifts his penetrating gaze from Bobby to Dean. The cowboy realizes they are at a verge of a possibly very important business deal, but he cannot stop himself from commenting on the peculiar choice of words.      “I don’t ‘break in’ horses. I teach them to trust and to cooperate,” he states firmly.      “Potato, potahto,” Fergus dismisses. “Are you up for the job, or not?”

     Dean exchanges a glance with his uncle, a silent conversation happening between them, only possible by years and years of working together.      When Bobby rights himself, he has a crucial question. “What’s in it for us?”      Again that small smile on the Englishman’s face; he knows he’s close to persuading them.

     “A thousand dollars each month, paid in advance, and a fifty grand bonus when Cain successfully completes the stallion performance tests in April. Plus, five percent of his earnings in coverage for the coming year. After he passes the exams, we can set up a contract in order for you to remain his permanent rider,” MacLeod sums up.

     Bobby analyzes the offer. It’s tempting in many aspects. Fergus just mentioned that the stallion already covered four hundred mares this year. With his stud-fee being at least a thousand dollars, they are looking at twenty grand cut already. Then there’s the regular income, not to mention the bonus. This deal might be the lifeline his family business was frantically fishing for. It’s up to Dean, though. He is the one who is going to work with this horse, and the only one who can make an educated guess if it’s achievable in five months' time.

     “We would like to see Cain first,” Bobby decides, wanting to offer his head wrangler a moment to evaluate the animal.      “I’m afraid that will not be possible at this time, but I tell you what.” The Brit finishes his bourbon, setting the glass down on the high table. “The horse will be delivered to your property and you will have a week to decide if you want to take on this job. If not, no hard feelings.”

     Dean glances aside, spotting the slight nod of his uncle. Seems like they can’t go wrong here; if Cain turns out to be more difficult than Fergus leads on, they can always send him back.      “You got yourself a deal,” Bobby concludes, extending his hand to the man in black.      “Splendid.” The horse trader smirks, delighted with the arrangement they agreed on, shaking their hands. When he grips Dean’s hand tight, he looks him deep in the eye, as if he recognizes something in the handsome cowboy.

     “You’re John’s boy, aren’t ya?” he realizes. “I bought a couple of horses from that Winchester back in the day. How is he?”      Tension grips Dean’s body, the sound of his father’s name on Macleod’s tongue sending a shiver down his limbs. He tries to breathe in without it being too obvious, finding it difficult to keep his mask on.      “I wouldn’t know,” he answers curtly.

     Fergus furrows his brow at that, clearly curious as of why the two aren’t in touch anymore. He allows a silence to linger between them, their handshake holding on to the apprehensiveness.      “Hmm,” he responds at the peculiar answer. “Well, you are just like your father. I could’ve sworn it was him when I saw you in the arena earlier; spitting image. You have his ways.”

     It’s like MacLeod is deliberately trying to get under his skin, and no matter how hard the young cowboy fights it, the man he’s making a deal with is succeeding. The words spoken with that distinct English accent ring in his head, much louder than they were pronounced, cracking like a whip on his back. You are just like your father. You have his ways.

     Dean releases the stallion owner’s hand, quickly slipping his into the back pockets of his jeans, drying his clammy palms on the denim. He hopes neither of the men in his company notice him shaking. He inhales through his nose, squares his shoulders and stands tall, pushing down the anxiousness that is stirring in his stomach. Disappointed in himself, he chews on the inside of his cheek in search for distraction. He can’t let a simple comment get to him like this.

     Now that he has shut down the attitude the ranch hand was giving him, the Englishman looks down on Dean with a sinister smile on his lips. He keeps a hold of the Winchester’s gaze, until he averts his green eyes. Only then MacLeod steps away.      “We’ll stay in touch. I’ll have my men pick up the two Quarters this afternoon,” Fergus announces, his long, dark overcoat swaying slightly as he turns around once more. “A pleasure doing business with ya.”

     With those words, MacLeod walks away and leaves the two men in the middle of the square. The sun is suddenly uncomfortably warm to Dean. He sniffs and takes a few steps from his uncle, as if the two or three strides would actually be enough to walk it off. He places his hands in his side and dips his hat forward when he faces Bobby again, making sure the older man can’t sense how unsettled he is. But Bobby is no fool. He knows his nephew better than the boy’s own father did, and that’s exactly what’s bothering Dean.

     “You alright?” he checks.      “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” Dean returns just a little too rapidly, shrugging it off.      “Just…” His uncle is careful not to address the subject directly, yet at the same time he needs to offer the opportunity for the wrangler to vent. “With what he said about John--”      “Don’t.”

     The simple word comes out harsher than he meant it to leave his lips, the darkness in his eyes when he shoots his father-figure a glare soon replaced by regret. Dean knows Bobby is trying, like he and Ellen have for the past fifteen years. But no matter how much time passes, he can’t bring himself to talk about what happened in the past.

     His uncle isn’t mad, nor is he disappointed in his surrogate son. He just nods slowly at the dismissal, before he begins to make his way to the stables. Dean remains in the middle of the crossing, his hands still firm on his hips, closing his eyes for a moment as he breathes out. The deal they just made should bring much needed relief, but the meeting leaves a bitter taste in his mouth.

He gathers himself and follows after his Bobby. They have more showings to prepare for, but nothing can cast out the words spoken by Fergus MacLeod. Not the rhythmic thumping of hooves in the dirt, not the chatter and laughs produced by the growing crowd, nor the music that comes from the main arena. All he can register is the painful message, which reopens the deep scars on his heart every time they bounce off the walls inside his head.

I am just like my father.

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[solohux]

Can I tell you a story? So you know how sometimes animals go to a human they trust when their babies are due? Well one day Kylo finds a fox under the sofa on his porch, clearly pregnant & a bit hurt. It doesn’t behave like a wild animal so he starts feeding it, posts some photos on Twitter, ends up with a bit of a following. People love the big buff guy & his cute fox buddy with the limp. One morning he wakes up to the fox on his bed, cuddled against his belly, with two tiny kits 1/2

2/2 he’s never had anyone trust him enough to get close, but this fox just had its babies right there. He’s honestly a bit emotional. He helps hand rear the kits because the fox is still pretty weak. One is the usual orange but the other has a dark streak down it’s back. He calls that one Vader. The orange one is Saber. When the kits are completely off milk he gets to shock of his life when he comes home to find the hot guy he met in a bar a few months ago asleep in his bed with two human babies

My heart! This is so adorable!

Kylo takes in the wounded, pregnant fox without even hesitating. He’s always preferred animals to people anyway! He empties out one of the bottom drawers in his big dresser and makes a little nest for the fox, stuffing it with blankets to make it soft enough for the fox to lie in. And the fox loves it! Though, it steals some of Kylo’s clothes to snuggle with inside of its little drawer!

And Kylo is just so shocked when he wakes up one morning and finds the fox snuggled against his belly with two little kits nestled into its red fur. Both babies are making cute little whining noises and only look to be a few hours old, bellies full with what milk their mother could give them. Kylo strokes his fox friend—he’s named it Red—and tells it how proud he is of it for carrying and birthing two cute little kits whilst injured.

Kylo assumes that Red won’t want him to touch or hold the babies but he’s wrong. Red manages to open the fridge and bump his nose against the milk repeatedly in front of Kylo whilst making pleading eyes. And Kylo understands. The fox is too weak to feed its babies so it’s asking Kylo to help, which he does, of course. He asks his sister and her husband, Rey and Finn, for some of the baby bottles that her baby twins don’t use any more in order to feed the little fox twins. And Red is always nearby whilst Kylo hand-feeds the kits with the formula that he makes specially for them. He feels so content whilst feeding them, settling them both down in the nest with full bellies whilst he gives Red some well-deserved kisses and scritches.

But then, things change. Kylo comes home from work one day to find a familiar face asleep in his bed. He had a one night stand with a very attractive ginger man about a year ago and has seen nothing of the man since until now. He’s nestled in Kylo’s bed, cuddled underneath the duvet with two babies tucked next to him���a boy with with ginger hair and a girl with a strange black streak in her otherwise ginger hair.

Kylo didn’t even ask the man’s name when they were chatting up each other, just where they’re going to fuck and when. When Kylo had woken the next morning, the man had gone and left no clues as to his identity. Yet now, he’s seemingly broken into Kylo’s apartment with his two children and climbed into his bed for a nap? Very strange and very alarming.

But the man wakes up, stretching like an animal and yawning whilst showing all of his teeth. Kylo doesn’t understand. The man looks over to Kylo and smiles before his eyes widen and he looks down at himself before shrieking.

His name is Armitage Hux. He’s a shapeshifter but was cursed by his father to remain in his fox form when it was revealed that he’d fallen pregnant by a human. Brendol put a spell upon his son to remain a beast until he found his forever home and was truly loved by someone, something which Brendol thought would never happen.

Kylo doesn’t believe it at first but when Armitage hands him one of the babies—the girl with the streak in her hair—he knows that this is one of the kits that he’s been taking care of. When he brushes his hand through Armitage’s soft, copper hair and he nuzzles his hand, Kylo realises that what Armitage is saying is completely true. But now that Armitage has found love and the curse is broken, they’re free to be a real family, just like both of them have always wanted.

[rocorambles]

Ugh Oikawa would definitely baby his s/o as a punishment when they’re acting out. He only speaks in a simple condescending way and like buys them stuffed animals and children’s books to humiliate them.

I was originally going to write this as darker content, but the recent ask about Oikawa brat taming inspired me to change this up into just some spicy harsh brat-taming with some fluff to top it off. 

Warnings: NSFW, Brat Taming, Infantilism, Age Play 

Oikawa and you can both be brats. There’s no question about that, but as strange as it is, it just works. There’s always been balance between the two of you and the dynamic never gets out of hand. It’s usually a fun game of push and pull between the two of you, but recently you’ve been a menace. 

Oikawa likes to think he has a good amount of patience when it comes to you and he understands more than anyone that you being a brat towards him is just your strange way of showing your love for him and seeking his attention. He’s the exact same way after all. But your bratty attitude and actions are usually interspersed with enough dollops of genuine and sincere words and acts of affection for him to let you get away with just a cheeky pinch or light smack of your ass. Not recently however. 

He and you both know his inferiority complex is his most vulnerable trait and you never play around with that, no matter how much of a brat you are. You’d never give him a second, even at your worst, to believe you’d leave him for someone else. So imagine the hurt and shock he felt when you purposefully sneer at him, making direct eye contact with chocolate brown eyes before approaching another man at the bar, exaggeratedly flirting right in front of Oikawa. And when the stranger slings an arm around your hip, far too low and close to your ass, Oikawa is already up and out of his seat, angrily storming towards the two of you.  

The next few minutes are a blur of tense words and a bruising grip on your arm as you’re forcefully dragged out of the bar and shoved into a sleek sports car and despite the way you wince and gingerly rub your arm after Oikawa finally relinquishes his grip, a part of you preens at finally getting a rise out of your lover, already excitedly anticipating what “punishment” he has in store for you when you get home. 

But it’s your turn to be surprised when you’re dragged into your shared home and Oikawa stalks past the bedroom and you whimper when he pulls you towards the extra bedroom the two of you had left empty for whenever the two of you were ready to have a family of your own. You try to dig your heels into the floor, asking him what he’s planning, but your attempts are futile against his strength and you’re promptly shoved into the baby blue room and tucked into bed. You panic when he immediately turns to leave, not even bothering to spare you a single unnecessary touch, and you grip onto his sleeve before he can get far. You fumble over your words, unsure how to phrase what you want to ask, but Oikawa knows you all too well and before you can embarrass yourself further, he cuts in.   

“What? Does my little baby want me to touch her? Do you think you deserve anything from me after the little stunt you pulled? If you want to act like a brat, I’m going to treat you like one. You’re staying in this nursery until I feel like you’re finally acting like a big girl.” 

You heart sinks when he firmly shuts the door behind him and the light of the glow in the dark star stickers above your head only taunt you as you lay in bed alone. But you’ve always been stubborn and the next few days become a game of will power as you fight the humiliation you feel when he comes in to dress you in childish, girly clothing, slapping your hand away and scolding you whenever you try to touch your clothes yourself, cooing at you for looking so adorable. You glare at him as he insists on hand feeding you tiny bite-sized cuts of food and only lets you drink from a sippy cup. But the worst moments are when he lies in bed besides you and makes you cuddle a stuffed animal instead of him as he reads you a children’s bedtime story. Your thighs clench at how close he is, how you can feel the warmth of his body next to you, how you can smell his scent. But frustration wells inside of you at being unable to touch him how you want to, at being denied his more intimate touches. And after a week of being babied and coddled and touch starved, you break. 

Oikawa’s come to get his baby girl all ready for the day, but he smirks at the sight of you on your knees before him, clutching at his legs and babbling all sorts of depraved promises and apologies. 

“Tooru, I’m sorry! I promise I’ll be a good girl. Please touch me. Please let me sleep with you. I can be a big girl! I won’t talk to any more strangers or let bad men touch me ever again. I only want you. I only love you!” 

The handsome brunette coos down at you as he lowers himself until he’s face level with you and you eagerly let yourself be pulled into his lap as you throw you arms around his neck and nuzzle your face into his chest, tucking your head underneath his chin. 

“Was that so hard, cutie? All you needed to do was apologize. You could have had all of me sooner if you just behaved. Go ahead. Take everything you want from me as a reward for being such a good girl.” 

And it’s like a feral beast unleashes itself inside of you as you desperately claw at his pants, barely pulling them down just enough for his cock to spring out before you’re sinking onto him and bouncing on top of him, moaning and panting like a whore as Oikawa just sits back and watches, murmuring words of encouragements and praise as he casually tweaks your nipples and circles your clit. But it’s not enough and Oikawa smirks as you plead for him to help you. 

“Are you sure you’re a big girl? Big girls can take care of themselves. Maybe I should still keep on punishing you. Maybe you’re not ready to be a big girl. Awww look at you. Tearing up like a little baby just because I won’t touch you. Well, I suppose I can help you out a bit. Can’t have my precious little girl crying now can we?” 

The humiliation from his words only fuels the twisting arousal inside of you and you wail as he begins to thrust his hips in time with your bounces, sinking deeper, faster, and harder into you, filling your aching deprived pussy as his hands clutch onto your waist, aiding with your rise and fall until you’re bottoming out on his cock with every movement. And it only takes a few more sharp thrusts before you’re falling apart on top of him, cunt clenching so tight around him that he struggles to continue sliding in and out of you as he chases his own end. But at the sight of your pretty little fucked out face with eyes rolled back and tongue lolling out of your drooling mouth, he empties himself inside of you and the two of you sit there in each other’s arms as you come back down from your peaks. 

Exhausted, you doze off in his arms as soothing hands wash you and pamper you, and by the time you come back around, you’re laying in your king sized bed, long sinewy arms wrapped around you and you sleepily smile as Oikawa and you lock eyes. But reality hits and you guiltily look down and curl into your lover. 

“Tooru, I really am sorry. I never should have blatantly flirted with some other man, especially just as a way to get back at you. I just- I came across one of your fan blogs and they were saying they were saying you deserved someone so much better than me and I-”

You can’t even choke out the rest of your words as tears stream down your face and you sob into your lover’s toned chest, but a calloused hand gently nudges your face up until you’re staring into chocolate brown eyes once again. 

“I wish you had just talked to me and told me how you felt, but you know none of that is true, right? I love you. There’s no one else for me.” Your heart flutters at the look in his eyes and the two of you tenderly lock lips. But you roll your eyes when the two of you separate at the teasing and sweet tone of the next sentence that comes rolling out from his lips. 

“Plus no one else is as bratty as you, so we’re a match made in heaven! OW Mean! You’re spending too much time with Iwa-chan.” 

Oikawa pretends to sniffle and cry over your playful smack, insisting that you kiss him better and the two of you fall into giggles as you huff with frustration but oblige him, peppering wet sloppy kisses all over his face as he disgustedly shrieks at you. But when all is said and done, the two of you fall asleep that night, minds at peace and faces graced with smiles as your chests rise and fall in time with each other. 

[fanficshiddles]

Loki, Behave - One shot

Thanks for the prompt: Can you do a one shot with an Alpha!Loki and an Omega!Reader who is very shy and timid? The reader is Thor’s bestfriend and he invited her to Asgard where she and Loki se each other for the first time and it’s love at first sight? Can you do that the reader’s name is Eve and add some smut?

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‘I’m really not sure that this is a good idea.’ Eve said when she and Thor arrived on Asgard at the Bifrost.

‘Nonsense, my family wants to meet you. And I want you to meet them. You’re my closest friend, Eve. I want you to see my home.’ Thor said with a big smile.

Eve nodded and smiled up at Thor. She was excited to meet his family, but extremely nervous at the same time. They were royalty, after all. Over an entire world, not just a country. She knew that Thor was a Prince, but he was so down to earth and always made her laugh it was sometimes hard to imagine him as royalty.

When Thor took her into the palace, she raised her head up and inhaled, she could smell an Alpha…

‘Thor… You said there were no Alphas on Asgard.’ She frowned.

‘There… Isn’t…?’

‘There certainly is. I can smell one.’ She felt a little flustered simply just smelling this Alpha. A great deal could be told just from an Alphas scent. She knew already he was handsome, from how good the scent.

‘Well… I have no idea who it is.’ Thor shrugged.

He took her to meet his father and mother first, they were really nice. Putting Eve at ease, even though she had been terrified to meet them.

‘So that just leaves… my brother, Loki.’ Thor rubbed the back of his head. Loki was the only one he was worried about introducing Eve to. Knowing how mischievous Loki could be.

‘Did someone mention my name?’ Loki asked, appearing in a haze of green on front of them all, with a mischievous smirk.

But his eyes were drawn instantly to Eve. Eve felt like the wind had been knocked out of her when she saw him, their eyes locking. His scent washed over her like nothing had before.

Loki stepped towards her, his eyes locked on her completely. Thor put his hand out towards Loki. ‘Loki, behave.’ He growled in warning.

Loki reached out and took Eve’s hand, he brought it up to his lips and kissed her softly. His lips lingered on the back of her hand as he gazed back into her eyes.

‘This is Eve… Eve, this is Loki.’ Thor said, watching their interaction carefully. But then it clicked for him, all this time his brother was an Alpha and he had no idea.

‘It’s a pleasure to meet you.’ Eve stuttered, lost in Loki’s eyes.

‘The pleasure is all mine.’ Loki purred, still holding her hand.

When Thor managed to prise them apart, he continued with the tour of Asgard. But Loki decided to join them, which unsettled Thor.

Though Eve was hanging onto Loki’s every word. Gazing up at him with doe eyes, her cheeks almost constantly tinged from blushing.

Loki was more animated than Thor had ever seen him. Loki took over in showing off Asgard, describing various places and elements to the realm. Taking any excuse to touch her in some way. Whether a soft touch to her shoulder or gently circling his long fingers around her wrist to lead her over to something.

Thor knew there was a connection between the two… His best friend and his brother. He was doomed.

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Eve got her own chambers for the night, since she was invited to a celebration the following day so she couldn’t say no to staying. Thor wanted her to stay for the festivities, and so did Loki.

She was just getting settled for the evening when there was a knock at her door. Her stomach lurched, she could smell it was Loki.

Quickly making sure her hair looked ok, she straightened her dress out and rushed over to answer.

‘Prince Loki… Hi.’ She squeaked shyly.

‘Hello, Eve. I hope I’m not disturbing you.’ Loki smiled charmingly.

‘Not at all.’ Eve said rather giddily.

‘May I?’ Loki motioned into the chambers.

‘Of course.’ Eve stepped back, allowing Loki inside.

Her inner omega was calling out for him, she felt trembly and like there was a fire underneath her skin now she was in his presence again. Or an itch that she needed to scratch but couldn’t.

Loki slowly prowled towards her, looking her over carefully. When he stopped right on front of her, her breath caught in her throat as she gazed up at him.

He reached up and stroked her cheek with the back of his hand, the skin on skin contact made her skin tingle. She closed her eyes and leaned more into his touch, making him smile.

‘Such a beautiful, little omega.’ He hummed and leaned down, his breath danced across her lips. He moved along slightly and sniffed at her neck, he trailed his fingers down her arms and took hold of her wrists.

The silent act of an Alpha seeking permission to take an omega.

His heart felt like it had stopped while he awaited to see what she would do.

To his delight, she titled her head to the side, offering her neck for him to claim.

He squeezed her wrists and latched down on her neck, suckling her skin and moaning at her taste before biting her, breaking the skin. She gasped and cried out at the slight pain, but it only lasted a moment as he marked her as his.

Loki gently licked at the little bit of blood from her wound. Then he released her wrists and cupped her chin, tilting her head up. He kissed her, his lips moving against hers softly. Then he thrust his tongue into her mouth, coaxing hers to move with his.

She moaned into him and grabbed at him, both of them suddenly became rather rushed as they started tugging at each other’s clothes.

Soon Loki had his omega down on the bed beneath him. He could tell she was nervous and shy, he kept kissing her and praising her.

‘As soon as I saw you, I knew you were going to be mine.’ He slipped his hands down her body, squeezing her hips. She squirmed under him as he worked his way back up, brushing against her breasts and teasing her nipples with his fingers.

‘I’m going to take good care of you, in every way, my darling omega. You don’t need to be shy or nervous with me.’ He purred and nuzzled her cheek, making her heart soar.

‘Open your legs for me, Eve.’ He asked gently.

It was her own mind, and also her inner omega that wanted to please her Alpha, that had her legs falling open for him. Loki settled between them and slid a hand down to touch her.

‘Good girl.’ He growled low and he felt her body pulse at his praise.

He explored her with his fingers, taking his time to get to know her body. Slipping two into her wetness, he twisted and curled them, taking note of every whimper he pulled from her. Keeping a reminder of what she liked and what didn’t seem to do anything for her.

But he was delighted to discover that she was really responsive to him, and sensitive. Especially when he pressed his thumb onto her clit, she almost bucked him off.

‘Pl… please… Alpha.’ She whined, wrapping her arms tightly around him.

He chuckled and nuzzled his nose against hers. ‘Ooooo, I could get used to hearing you beg.’ He teased, making her giggle as she hid her face into the crook of his neck.

‘Are you ready?’ Loki panted, desperate to get inside of her, though he had been trying his best to not show it.

‘Please!’ She cried, bucking up towards him.

Loki lined up and pushed into Eve, both of them moaned together as he started rutting into her. Claiming her fully as his own.

[fallen-angel-92]

The Story of the Mouse

Chapter One: The Story Begins

Pairings: Geralt of Rivia x Yennefer of Vengerberg; Eventual Geralt of Rivia x OFC

Rating: G

Summary: There is a story. A story told by a lone mouse. The story holds all of her pains, sorrows and her defeats. But it holds her greatest triumphs and her hope. Here is the story of how the mouse became who she is now and how she meets the many animals that would become friends. And how one would become her heart.

A/N: I would like to thank @tilltheendwilliwrite , @bolontiku and @henrycavillobsessed​ for their wonderful support and for being wonderful inspiration! This my first Witcher fic. I hope you enjoy! <3

The wind howled into the deepest night. The trees of the forest bent forward and backwards under the winds might. The panes of glass rattled within its home on the small cottage, while the warmth of a fire crackled on the inside. A lone woman sat upon the ground in front of the fireplace listening to the winds and wolves that howled following it. She wrapped herself in the thick furs, that she had been gifted with not long ago by her husband. She lifted her hand to gently run it through her short dark brown hair as she allowed her hand to return to her side underneath the furs.

However, the sounds of small feet hitting the wooden floor brought her out of thoughts. Quickly she turned her head slightly to the opening to her right, noticing two sets of yellowish colored eyes staring at her with fear. Letting her plump upturn slightly as she called out softly,

“What's wrong my darlings?”

She watched as the two stepped into the light revealing twin boys, both were holding each other's hand.

“Scared. Mama..” Rezso murmured out fearfully.

She smiled at them warmly, lifting her arms up, causing the furs she was under to open up allowing her two sons to quickly scurry into her lap. She then wrapped them underneath the furs, pulling them closely to her chest. She placed a gentle kiss upon their heads, before running her hand through their soft silver white strands of hair. Despite both of them being twins, her sons were noticeably different, with Rezso inheriting more of his father’s personality, especially his stubbornness as well as his interest in fighting and manners of hunting. Tamaska, on the other hand, was more like her. Always wanting to learn something new, whether it was about crafting building or learning the spiritual arts.

“Would you like to hear a story, little ones?” She asked her children softly, as they nuzzled closer to her.

Her sons looked up at her and nodded their heads at the same time causing her to giggle slightly before she began to speak,” I’ll tell you about the tale of the mouse-”

Once she was sure she had her children’s attention, she began to her tale:

Long ago in a forest far beyond the realm of man. Beyond the realm of Chaos and Order. A lone mouse was born. The mouse, though small and insignificant to many of the animals that lived within the forest, was one of the most loving and caring creatures. Through her actions she gained the attention of the great Achak Tree. The Achak Tree could sense that the mouse was very lonely despite being surrounded by many other animals. As thanks for caring for others for her kind soul, the Achak Tree presented the mouse with a friend in the form of a large brown bear.

At first the mouse was extremely shy of the bear, as she was with any animal bigger than herself, but slowly as time progressed the two became inseparable. However, no happiness lasts forever. One evening, as the sun took it’s leave of the sky to give the moon its glory, a dark force slithered into the woods. The mouse could feel it coming, and began to shake her friend away as they two had fallen asleep for the night. Just as the bear woke, she could see the darkness heading their way, quickly the bear cradled the mouse close to her fur covered body before she quickly began to run. The mouse looked up from the bears paw and asks with fear,

"What is it? What's coming for us, Bear?"

"An old evil, mouse. They wish to take away something that you have," the bear replied, firefly.

"But what do I have? I am but a mouse. I am nothing special!" The mouse cried out with horror.

The bear did not have time to answer her small friend, as the darkness began to move faster the bear quickly made her way into a nearby cave. The cave was cold and damp. The walls were rough, jagged, and were littered with ancient glowing stones of the souls long since passed. Ancient symbols were strewn about the cave, however, neither the bear nor the mouse had the time to look at them. Sensing that time was short the bear ran deeper into the cave. Deeper and deeper the bear and mouse went until they arrived within a grandeur cavern. In the center stood a large tree; the bark an almost a deep blue, the leaves upon the tree were a beautiful bright white, some fell and reminded the mouse of the falling snow.

There was a blue light illuminating from the trees center with several blue lights brightly shining within smaller holes near the tree's roots. The roots themselves were vast, growing upon the walls, and from the earth beneath. As the two approached a bit closer, they realized a large body of water surrounded the tree. The bear gazed upon the water thoughtfully, however, a echoing male voice began to speak to them,

*You have come, young mouse. You as well young bear.*

The mouse blinked in surprise, however, she was unable to make words as she looked upon the tree in awe.

“Forgive us for trespassing, but I am in need of a hiding place for my friend! An evil approaches!” The bear whimpered out.

The mouse quickly turned her head to her friend with worry etched into her face. The Achak Tree began to glow brighter, suddenly, stones began to spring up from the water that surrounded it. The bear pressed the mouse as close as possible to her chest before she slowly began to jump from stone to stone. Once they were upon the earth that the Achak Tree sprouted from, a hole formed near the heart, small enough for a mouse to fit. The mouse did not have time to speculate what was going to happen before she was pushed inside the hole by her dear friend.

“You must remain here, Mouse. The Achak Tree will protect you. You are special!” The bear spoke confidently.

The mouse feeling tears well within her eyes was quick to try and run back toward her friend as soon as she was set within the hole. However, the Achak Tree quickly placed vines made of bark and plants in front of her.

“I am not special! I am not! I am but a mouse! Please do not leave me my friend! You are my only friend.” The mouse wept as she saw her dear friend quickly look at her apologetically.

“Good bye, my friend!” She called out to the mouse as she ran back out of the cave.

“No! No! Bear!! Bear, don’t leave me alone! Bear!” The mouse yelled out as she slammed her little hands against the bark. Loudly she wept, as she fell onto the ground, her soul felt tormented as she felt her friend was not going to come back.

*Forgive me, young mouse. She was your friend. You are special and you are needed.* The Achak Tree spoke softly, fatherly.

“Why am I special, Mighty Tree… Why me? I am but a humble mouse. I am weak and hold no special abilities like the rest of the world. And now I am alone once more…” The mouse wept.

*In time you will understand, young mouse. I am afraid there is no time to mourn, Bear. You must go where you are needed. No fear. For I will send you with someone to accompany you. You will not be alone. Safe travels, young mouse. Until we meet again.* The Achak Tree spoke with certainty. 

Just then the small space that the mouse occupied within the tree began to slowly glow. Before the mouse could understand what was truly going on, she could feel herself falling and falling. The mouse closed her eyes wishing for the falling to stop and when she opened them up, she was greeted to the sight of an unknown forest. Slowly she stood up, looking around in worry when she heard a rustling in front of her. A small white head popped out of the nearby bushes, causing the mouse to jump slightly in surprise.

Her eyes gazed back into large black eyes, the white pupils seemed to light up brightly as if happy to see her and it was then that she wouldn’t be alone again. Despite the loss of her dear friend, she now had another to help her heal from her loss and help her in this new world she was now in.

“And thus started the journey of the mouse,” She finished, giggling when she saw her sons scrunching their faces into a pair of pouts.

“Next, Mama!” Tamaska demanded cutely.

However, before she could say anything more the sound of a heavy lock coming undone, echoed through the small house. Quickly, her sons removed themselves from her and began to quickly race toward the door. Just as the door opened the two boys launched themselves at the familiar figure.

“Papa!!” The boys cried out happily as their father scooped them up into his arms.

“I trust you pups have been behaving for your mother?” He asked with a chuckle as his bright yellowish eyes turned to look at her.

She stood up from where she sat, the fur blanket still wrapped around her as she quickly padded over to the door closing it behind her husband.

“Our children have been behaving, oh husband mine. But I would love it if you would have closed the door behind you. Don’t need our pups catching cold.” She playfully scolded her husband.

He let out a soft chuckle as she walked over to the three most precious people and wrapped her arms around them as best as she could. Looking up at her husband, she watches him with amusement as he bends down and kisses her on the lips causing her sons to playfully wrap their arms around his neck to try and stop him from kissing her. Breaking apart they both looked at their sons with amusement before saying,

“I am happy you are home safely, Geralt. Come, my sons, you need to be off to bed. Say goodnight to your father.”

Both boys allowed a small pout to appear on their faces causing her to shake her head as she gently reached to take the boys from him.

“Go with your mother, pups. You need your sleep.” Geralt stated sternly to his sons as he shifted them so she could take them from him.

Once she had her sons securely within her arms she looked at Geralt lovingly and spoke softly,

“I’ll get you a bath ready love and warm you something to eat. I know you traveled long and hard.”

“I can do my own bath, Ailbhe.” Geralt rumbled out causing her to roll her eyes at him.

Geralt narrowed his eyes at her, as he shifted his satchel off his broad shoulders, placing it near the door along with his sword.

“Careful, Mouse. You know what happens when you roll your eyes at me.” Geralt growled out playfully.

Ailbhe stuck her tongue out at him before walking past him, making sure to keep her backside to the wall, to ensure he did not get her behind as he often did when she gave him cheek. She could hear him chuckle under his breath, when she was out of his sight, she brought her sons into their room and placed them each on their bed. She made sure to cover them each with their fur blankets. As she did so Tamaska asked quietly,

“Why, papa, call you, mouse, mama?”

Ailbhe turned to her son giving him a smile as she softly replying,

“It is because I am smaller than him.”

As Ailbhe placed a kiss upon their cheeks, she could hear the sounds of little hooves hitting the wooden flooring. Turning her head she instantly took notice of the small white little figure who peered up at her before letting out a small excited noise and jumped onto the bed.

“Silly little Ori.” Ailbhe giggled quietly as they crawled next to her son Rezso, curling into a small ball and returned to sleep.

Smiling at the three sleeping, she slowly crept out of their room, closing the door behind her leaving it but a crack open. Slowly she made her way toward her and Geralt’s room, within which she could see Geralt relaxing in the large tub, opposite of their bed. After entering, Ailbhe closed the door behind her and walked over quietly. Despite his eyes being closed, she knew better.

“Asleep are our little ones.” Ailbhe announced as she sat herself on the edge of the tub.

“Hmm.” Geralt hummed back in response causing her to shake her head with amusement.

They both sat in silence for a few moments, before Geralt spoke breaking it,

“I was asked about you and the children today when I entered the town.”

“Oh? And what did they ask about?” She hums out as she gets back up, walking over to their bed and takes her blanket and places it upon the bed. She then begins to remove her clothing until she has nothing on.

“They wished to know when you would be visiting again,” Geralt replied as he slowly opened his eyes, turning them to see her approaching him.

Giving him a simple smile she gently placed a hand upon his back and said coyly,

“Slide forward, my wolf.” 

Once more Geralt hummed, before doing as she asked, allowing her to carefully get into the warm water behind him. As soon as she was comfortable, Ailbhe hands went to Geralt’s shoulders and gently pulled him back toward her, causing him to lean against her. She hummed as she began to gently run her fingers through his long white locks of hair, causing him to hum and relax into her hold. As he placed his head upon her shoulder, Geralt placed his hands upon her knees and began to slowly rub circles with his thumbs on the sides.

“I never did thank you did I?” Ailbhe murmmed to him.

Geralt tilted his head slightly to look at his wife, though it wasn’t expressed on his face, she could see the confusion within his eyes.

“For loving me for so long. I know that I am at times I am not at my best, but despite those times you have stuck by me. You have given me children that I once thought I would never have. So thank you, Geralt.” She spoke softly leaning her head against his as she placed a kiss upon his cheek.

Geralt didn’t say anything as he shifted so he faced her, eyes glazed with a fiery passion. Ailbhe felt him shift around so he faced her completely, she could feel his large hands grip her thick hips and pulled her close. As began to stand, Ailbhe quickly wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs wrapped around his hips. There were no words needed as Geralt carefully removed them both from the bath and brought them toward the bed. The candles that illuminated the room, went out leaving the couple in a dark room where the moon, now shining brightly, gave light.

As he laid, Ailbhe down into the middle of the bed, he gently laid his hand upon her cheek and used his thumb to caress her lips before dipping down and laying a kiss upon them. Underneath the moon, the couple gave their bodies, love and souls to one another once more. The stars shone brightly above the small house, and soon time slowly began to revert backwards as the tale once told became alive once more.

And thus the tale of the mouse began once more.

[backtobackbakubabe]

I am the Alpha Now Part 7

Bakugo X Reader 

Words : 3523

Reader is from America and somewhat of a delinquent with an alpha quirk that allows her to turn into a wolf as well as bond with dogs. She is sent to UA to straighten out her attitude. She ends up in a power struggle with none other than our favorite hot head. Words in Italics are words said telepathically

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Nothing could compare to this feeling. You were still tucked into Bakugo’s arms, his warmth radiating from his bare chest into your back. His chin was on top of your head and his arm was wrapped tightly around you. You could stayed like this forever but the sunlight from your window was now directly in your eyes... wait no... that wasn’t right. The sun shouldn't be up while you were in bed.

You opened your eyes and saw the time, “Shit.” You tapped Bakugo’s arm, “Bakugo, wake up. Bakugo... Bakugo!”

His arm tightened, “Hmm?”

You wanted to be annoyed, you really did. But he was just so cute. “Bakugo, we are very, very late. We missed our morning workout and the beginning of class. We are in so much trouble.” Bakugo made no move to get up which surprised you. You mentally went over what day it was to make sure it wasn’t a weekend day.

Nope it’s Wednesday. “Bakugo what gives? We are late we need to get up!” The more you struggled to pull away from him the tighter his hold became.

“Would you fucking relax... we got the day off.” You went to protest but his hand slapped over your mouth, “I talked to Aizawa and we agreed you could use a day to recover.”

You licked his hand expecting him to pull away but instead he nuzzled into your neck and licked from your bare shoulder to just below you ear. A shiver ran down your spine as you squirmed in his grasp. “Two can play at that game pup.”

You wiggled your butt back and pressed it against his growing erection. He quickly let go of you and pushed himself away, “Nope! None of that. Not right now.”

You giggled and rolled over to face him. “And may I ask why not?”

He ran a hand through your messy hair, “Because we have a lot to talk about, and I’m not having sex with you again until we do.”

You stuck your bottom lip out in a pout, “I guess I can’t be mad at that... but I’m not thrilled about it either.”

He ran his thumb over your protruding lip, “What do you say we play hooky today and I take you into town. You haven't really seen much of Japan outside of this shitty school.” Your eyes widened with excitement, “We could consider it a cultural lesson.”

You kissed his cheek, “How in the world did you convince Aizawa to let us... wait... when did you talk to him about us having the day off?” He had been with you ever since the accident yesterday and you didn’t remember any such conversation. “Oh no he didn’t come here did he?”

He rolled his eyes as he rubbed your temple. He could see you were starting to panic, “No I saw him early this morning. I got up and let Mercy out for a run and he was outside on his way to check on you. He asked how you were doing and I said you were still sound asleep so... the rest you already know. We got the day off.”

You sat up and stretched. Wincing just slightly at your sore muscles. It didn’t escape Bakugo's attention. He sat up behind you and started to rub your shoulders, “How are you feeling by the way?”

You bit your lip to keep from smiling, “Did grumpy cat just ask me how I was feeling?”

His hand snaked up your neck and tightened just slightly, “Just answer the question pup...” His thumb rubbed circles behind your ear, a direct contrast to the pressure of the rest of his hand squeezing your throat.

You relaxed into his embrace, “I’d say I’m fine, but I get the feeling you wouldn't believe me.” His lips lightly brushed your shoulder. “I’m sore. But nothing too bad. I didn’t have a recovery girl in the states so believe me when I say I’ve had worse.” The hand on your throat pulled your head to the side to give him access to your neck. Was this way of rewarding you for being honest? For behaving? “I thought we weren’t having sex right now?”

His hand dropped from your neck, “We’re not...” His weight disappeared from behind you. “Now get dressed... something warm.” He was in front of you now looking at Mercy, “I’ll be back in fifteen minutes. Make sure she actually gets out of bed.”

Mercy barked in confirmation but as soon as Bakugo left he turned to you, “He does know that you’re my alpha right? He knows I can’t make sure you do anything...”

You laughed, “I think he conveniently forgets that I am the alpha here.”

“I think he believes he is the alpha.”

You dragged your sore body over to the closet, “Yeah well he can believe whatever he wants.” You pushed the clothes around until you found the jeans you were looking for. “But at the end of the day he’s the one drooling over me.”

The jeans were very tight and fit you like a glove. You tucked them into a pair of black ankle boots. You looked at your ass in the mirror and you smiled knowing Bakugo would struggle to keep his hands off of it. Now for your shirt. You went back and forth between a cropped sweater and a tank top. He had asked that you dress warmly... were you going to listen.

You held both options up in front of the mirror as you debated on how bratty you wanted to be today. On one hand, he asked you to dress warmly out of practicality. On the other hand he needed to know he didn’t have the right to order you around. You looked into the corner of your mirror and saw a black shirt on the floor beside your bed. It wasn’t yours, so it must have been Bakugo’s. He hadn’t worn it yesterday so it must have been there a while. There were often days in the past month he’d eat dinner in your room while you watched tv. Some of those nights he’d take his shirt off, claiming he was dying of heat stroke. You had just shrugged it off at the time because he did run hotter than most people.

You hung your shirts back up in the closet and picked up the t-shirt. It was a Metallica shirt. You raised it up to your nose and took a deep whiff. Yup... it’s Bakugo’s. You quickly pulled the shirt on and tucked it in to your jeans. Finally you pulled on your favorite fleece lined denim jacket. “Hm... five minutes to spare.”

You put Mercy’s collar on and grabbed a leash just in case and walked out into the hallway. You started to pull your hair into a messy bun when Bakugo left his own room. “Don’t, I like it when your hairs down. You always have it up.”

You paused. You don’t like leaving your hair down because it can get in the way if you need to fight. You shrugged. “I want it up and it’s my hair.”

He strolled over to you and narrowed his eyes at the shirt you were wearing, “I was wondering where that went.” He looked up to you as you continued to pull your hair up, “I really wish you’d leave it down.”

You huffed as you conceded. “Fine. Compromise.” You let your hair back down and ran your fingers through it. You pulled half of it up now and left it in top knot. “Better?”

He nodded, “I can live with that.” He took your hand and led you to the kitchen where he started making a pot of coffee.

You hopped up on the counter and kicked your legs back and forth. “Those damn animals drank all the coffee this morning huh?”

He snorted, “No one here drinks coffee except you.”

You cocked your head to the side, “But you bring me coffee almost every morning.”

He rolled his eyes at you, “Yeah dumbass because I get my ass out of bed in the morning and make it.”

“Oh…”

He handed you a to go cup and put himself between your legs. Placing one hand on each thigh. “So… we’re going to go into town. You need groceries, I’m sick of you eating my food all the time.”

“Hey! You’re the one who keeps giving me your food!”

He rubbed his palms up your thighs, “If I didn’t then you wouldn’t have eaten.” He was so sweet when he was like this. If only he could always be like this. But then again maybe you wouldn’t like him so much if he was…

Bakugo was right. It was a bit colder today than usual. You huddled up next to him as you left campus. Mercy for now was walking next to you without a leash but you knew eventually he’d have to use it. “Can we at least try to do it without a leash… I hate the leash.”

“I know buddy… but these people don’t know you. We don’t want to scare them.”

Bakugo looked at the leash in your head and nodded, “She’s right man. You’re massive. You’d make most people shit their pants. But hey one day you guys will be big time heros and people will know who you are and you’ll never have to wear a leash again.”

Mercy just huffed as he ran ahead while he still had his freedom. You grabbed Bakugo’s hand and gave it a squeeze. “I dont know if I’ve ever thanked you for being so cool with him. But I appreciate it and I know he does too.”

He shrugged, “It’s no big deal. I figured he must be going crazy only being able to talk to you all day.”

You smiled and swatted at his chest, “Oh come on I know you’re jealous you don’t get to be in the pack. You don’t have to hide it.”

He smirked, “Oh no... you got me... I secretly wish I could be your little bitch boy.” Mercy growled not liking that comment at all. “Sorry man, no offense. You’re not a bitch... but you also do everything she tells you...” Mercy lunged for Bakugo’s ankles in an attempt to trip him. “HEY! Easy! I said I’m sorry.”

You giggled, “I’d say you deserved that. He’s a little sensitive about our bond and our pack dynamic. It’s such a strong connection that’s almost impossible to explain. We just are. It’s like two computers sharing the same data base. We are always connected. We’re not very good at it yet but sometimes I can even see through his eyes. We are just extensions of each other. So you can understand why he gets upset when people mock it.”

Bakugo nodded as he reached out to pat Mercy’s head, “Yeah my bad dude. I wasn’t trying to make fun of you, I was just making a joke.” He slung an arm around your shoulder, “So how does it work? The whole bonding thing? Did you choose to bond with Mercy or?”

You played with a strand of your hair, “I don’t exactly know actually. When I was little, probably around 6, and started showing signs of my quirk my parents thought it would be good to get me a dog to help me practice. At the time we had no idea about the bonding thing. We just thought I could talk to dogs and shift.”

Mercy was next to you now, he loved hearing this story. “So we went to the shelter and I played with all the puppies. They can’t exactly speak right away you know, it’s something they have to learn. So I was going off more of a gut feeling. There was like this gravitational pull that drove me to the back of the room where there was a very dirty and feisty wolf pup absolutely destroying an old shoe. My parents were horrified at the thought of bringing him home but I just knew. We learned to communicate through our emotions first because that’s what he understood best. He slowly started picking up words and now twelve years later here we are.”

“So you were bonded from the beginning?”

“No, not at all. It actually took a few years and I still don’t know how I did it. I was almost thirteen when it happened. It’s like something just clicked one day and that was that. We’ve been bonded for the better part of the last five years now.”

The market came into view and you could feel your excitement blooming in your chest. This was the first time you had actually left campus on your own. I mean sure Bakugo was there but he hardly counted, he was with you all the tie anyways. He pulled you down aisle after aisle of fresh food. Each time you pointed something out he would say it’s name in Japanese before telling you what it was in English. There were a few things here you had never even seen before. Your favorite part however had to have been when you walked down the “American” aisle at one of the convenient stores.

You were wiping tears from your eyes you were laughing hard, “No wonder you guys think all Americans are fat.” There was an assortment of sugary cereals, pop tarts, candy, and cookies. “We eat more than this junk you know?”

Bakugo laughed, “Yeah like what? McDonalds?”

Your eyes widened, “How dare you? We also eat Wendy’s, taco bell, and Chipotle.” You then proceeded to try to explain to him why in the south you drink your tea iced and with a pound of sugar when you both heard a scream. You both froze as you went into hero mode. Your ears twitched as you tried to find where it was coming from. You could hear a conversation from the front of the store, “Someone is trying to rob the place… the person who screamed was the cashier.”

Bakugo looked at you very impressed, “You can hear all that?”

Your eyes started to glow, “Yeah, I can also hear him threatening to kill her, we need to help.”

Bakugo’s hand gripped tightly on your elbow, “No y/n. Your wolf form is was too fucking big. He’ll see you coming!”

You nodded he was right. You ripped your arm from his grasp and laid on you belly, “So I’ll crawl.”

“What the fu..” You shifted now laying on your stomach in the middle of the aisle, “You stubborn crazy woman.” You wanted him to get on your back but you didn’t know how to tell him that. So you ended up turning your head to him and cutting your eyes back and forth between him and your back.

“What? What do you want? You want me to climb on top of you?” You licked his face which only seemed to piss him off. “Disgusting.” He hopped up anyways and you had to admit it felt very natural him sitting up there.

You stood up to a crouch and slowly made you way to the front of the store. As you got closer the arguing got louder. The poor woman was trying to empty the register with shaky hands but she kept dropping things which just upset the villain. It was then you realized she wasn’t dropping things because she was nervous, she was dropping things because she couldn’t see. She felt around as she looked for the register. That must be the villains quirk. Blindness. You wanted to tell Bakugo but you were too close now to play a game of charades. He leaned down to whisper in your ear, “On three you jump on top of the guy and I’ll get her out of here. Just keep him pinned and don’t try anything stupid.” You nodded back. “One… two… three!”

You leapt out from your hiding sport tackling the man to the ground. You put a paw over his face just in case his quirk was somehow activated by him looking at you like Aizawa’s was. You herd the bell ring as Bakugo got the woman out of the store and to safety. The man beneath you thrashed around trying so hard to free himself. At one point he pulled a knife from his pocket and stabbed your shoulder. To you it was the equivalent of getting stung by a bee. Sure it hurt a little, but not enough to get you to budge.

“Shit! Get off of me you overgrown flea bag! GET OFF!”

The bell on the door rang again and this time you could see Mercy running inside with Bakugo. “Is that a knife in your shoulder?” You barked like Mercy did when he was trying to talk to him. He ran a hand over his face, “I literally can’t take you anywhere.”  He looked down at the man who was still struggling, “Here’s how this is going to work. We’ve already called the police. She is going to let you up and when she does you aren’t going to move. If you decide to try and run, I will blow your ass up. I’m the maniac who won the UA school festival a few years back so I think you know I’m being serious.”

The man froze for a bit before going limp. “Mercy don’t look at him. I think his quirk messes with people senses. I don’t know how to tell Bakugo though… any ideas?”

Mercy jumped up and put his paws on Bakugo’s shoulders, “Oi what the fuck? Get down!” Mercy took his paw and rubbing it over his own eye before shaking his head and doing it again. “Okay so you’re obviously trying to tell me something but I don’t know what…”

This was going to take forever. You shifted back to your human form, “He said don’t look him in the e-.” The man punched you in the face and scrambled to get to his feet. “Damnit!” You jumped and grabbed his ankle tripping him yet again. This time he turned to look at you and just like you had predicted. You couldn’t see. “SHIT! Bakugo I can’t see! Don’t look him in the eye!”

A loud explosion rang from outside the store so you assumed Bakugo followed through with his threat. You reached out for Mercy with your mind. You could tell he was outside with Bakugo. You focused really hard, almost sweating with how hard you were pushing your limits and you could finally see again. Except it wasn’t through your eyes, it was through Mercy’s. “Well this is a bit disorienting.”

You had to use your other senses to try and find your way to the door. “Wow! Relax you can’t even see. Do you have a death wish dumbass.”

You scoffed, “I’ll have you know that I can see actually!” “Mercy come over here now I need your help.”

“Oh yeah is that why I just watched you trip over the curb? The police chief already said his quirk doesn’t wear off for like an hour.”

You crossed your arms over your chest in frustration, “I CAN SEE !” Mercy came and sat down next to you, “Hey I’m kinda using your eyes right now. So just try to look out for where I’m going. You’re literally my seeing eye dog.”

Mercy bit the end of his leash and put it in your hand, “You got it! I guess it’s a good thing we have the leash.”

You could now see Bakugo’s skeptical expression as he stared at you. You did your best to match his glare but you had no idea if you were even looking in the right direction. “Alright then…. How many fingers am I holding up?” He held up three.

“THREE!”

He looked between you and Mercy, “You cheated! Mercy told you!”

“NO HE DIDN’T!”

Bakugo walked towards you and put a hand over Mercy’s eyes, “Okay and now?”

You growled, “One?”

“HAH! You can’t see. I knew it.”

As soon as he removed his hands from Mercy’s eyes you took a step forward and slapped his ass. “Oh yeah? Then how did I do that?”

His eyes went back and forth between you and Mercy again, “You’re doing that thing you were talking about… You’re looking through his eyes.”

Your face fell, “So what? I can still see… I don’t want to go home yet. We were having fun!”

Bakugo leaned forward and kissed your forehead, “It only lasts an hour. What do you say we just take a quick break and get something to eat?”

You nodded, “Okay…”

He took your hand that wasn’t holding Mercy’s leash and lead you through the crowd. He led you to a quiet little tea shop, “I know you said you liked your tea cold, which I still think is gross, but this is my favorite place for tea around here. I figured we’d get some tea and have that talk we mentioned this morning.”

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Hideaway: Chapter Seven

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It’s here! I’m sorry this chapter took so long, I’ve had a lot of school work and mental health shit. But gosh, the election results were such a releif, and I’m happy I was finally able to finish this chapter. I’d love to hear what you think of it! 

Panic still thrums wildly in Logan even hours – or what he suspects to be hours; the sun has risen and set several times over now – after the initial conclusion. Not usually someone to give in to something so illogical, he prays that Roman can’t see the trembling of his limbs, or hear the nervous, fluttering thoughts his mind continues to produce. He’s freaking out and he doesn’t know what to do.

It’s not as though Logan wasn’t aware that it was a possibility, he could someday feel strongly about one of his fellow sides. He’s seen how Janus and Patton behave around each other, even when they think they're hiding their relationship well (they aren’t). He’s seen the passing looks that Virgil and Remus give each other from time-to-time, expressions that bear a strange mix of resentment, anger, and longing. Logan has long since given up trying to understand what those glances really mean. These are things that Logan’s always been semi-aware of, but he never expected them to apply to himself, especially not something as drastic as love.

It doesn’t make any sense. Sure, he was aware of a certain fondness he felt for the creative side. He was even bold enough to label it an attraction, but love? Something so achingly raw, so disastrous and strong? He doesn’t understand how he can be capable of such an intense feeling and it’s quite possibly going to be the death of him (figuratively, of course, although he can’t be too sure. This certainly feels like it could be a cause of death).

The point is, Logan’s trying to ignore it. After breakfast, Roman insists that they should venture outside of the castle and that he has something he’d like to show him. Logan doesn’t like this idea. While The Imagination is undoubtedly beautiful and fantastical, it’s also something he has so little understanding of. It’s far beyond Logan’s realm of comprehension, so odd and he barely knows what to make of it.

He would’ve never agreed to come here, was it for Roman coming too. Even if he didn’t fully understand the reasoning then, he does now. It’s frightening, how far he’d go if Roman only asked. The lengths he would go to make that man smile are an issue he does not wish to dwell on, but he can’t help but do so. He remembers when it was easy to be stern to him, to say no. But now, in the state they’re in? Logan is helpless, and Roman doesn’t seem to be much better off.

“Come on, it’s just up ahead,” Roman says, taking Logan by the hand. They’re going uphill, towards whatever destination Roman’s decided on. Logan tries to ignore the way his body tingles from their joining hands all the way to his shoulder.

“Where are you leading me?” Logan asks teeth gritted. He can’t help it; he’s so goddamn jittery.

“It’s a surprise,” Roman sing-songs, “Oh, don’t give me that look. It’s a good surprise, I promise.”

“I don’t particularly like surprises.”

“You’ll like this one,” Roman says so surely, as though he knows it without a shadow of a doubt. That’s odd, considering how unsure of almost everything he’s seemed recently. Roman has been so unhappy with his creations as of late, so dissatisfied, that the fact that he’s actually excited to show Logan something is… interesting. It’s good, probably. Logan thinks it’s good.

Upon internally battling this love he’s apparently been harboring and trying to quell the anticipation of whatever Roman’s surprise must be, Logan hardly notices that they’ve stopped walking until Roman gives his hand a gentle squeeze.

“We’re here.”

Logan looks out at the clearing that Roman has brought them to, his eyes scanning over the picturesque scenery. And then he spots them, and his heart flutters.

Two unicorns stand in the grass, looking at him and Roman. They’re fur and manes are a pristine white, while their horns are a light bluish color. They don’t look startled by the sudden company, not in the least bit. In fact, they look curious, curious about Logan.

“Roman they’re – they’re beautiful,” Logan gasps, surprised by how taken aback he’s suddenly become. He doesn’t remember the last time he was so captivated – excluding, of course, every time he looks at Roman.

“Do you like them?” Roman asks, a smile gracing his lips that says he already knows the answer to the question.

“They’re magnificent,” Logan says softly, eyes fixed on the creatures. He tries to find it in himself to think this is ridiculous; Roman’s created these animals, there’s no such thing as unicorns. He’s logic, he shouldn’t be enamored by something so childish. And yet, he can’t help but be transfixed.

“You can pet them if you’d like.” The offer shouldn’t make him as happy as it does.

Logan turns to look at Roman, anticipation coursing through him.

“Are- are you certain? I don’t want to startle them…” Roman nods, smiling.

“Go on,” he encourages, gesturing to them. Slowly, Logan approaches one of them, a trembling hand reaching out.

“H-hello there,” Logan greets the creature, feeling a little silly. But then, the unicorn tilts its head and nuzzles against his hand. Logan melts.

“Oh. I think- I think they like me.”

“They love you,” Roman says, voice brimming with fondness. The other unicorn approaches and Logan’s smile widens even more so, his other arm outstretching to pet the animal’s mane.

Logan thinks not of the intensity of his feelings for Roman. He doesn’t dwell on the anxiety that has gripped his heart or wonder how long they’ve really been here – because he has been beginning to wonder.

No, for now, Logan simply takes the beautiful moment in.

“Thank you for this, Roman,” Logan says, the unicorns still very interested in him, nuzzling him and standing close.

“Anything for you, darling,” Roman says softly, and for once, Logan isn’t overwhelmed by the term of endearment. His mind is far too occupied.

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Leaves crunch underfoot as they walk in uneasy silence – silence Virgil is sure will be broken any minute now. It’s only a matter of time.

"So, you think they’re fucking?” And, there it is.

“Can you not, for like, five seconds?” Virgil asks, exasperated.

They’ve been walking for a while now in Remus’s side of The Imagination, heading towards Roman. The castle that Remus is fairly sure they’re residing in isn’t in view yet, but Remus claims it should be soon.

“Can I not, what? Be insanely charming?” Remus asks, nudging Virgil who groans in response.

“Charming, right.”

“Oh c’mon, Virgey, admit it. You’ve missed me.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

Even as he says it, Virgil isn’t entirely confident with his statement. Of course, for a great deal of their time together, he was afraid of Remus. When they were younger the intrusive side was even more unpredictable, and Virgil had been going through so much at the time as it was. But it’s been a long time now since Virgil’s genuinely been afraid of Remus and his feelings are… well, they’re complicated. More complicated than he wants to admit.

“So, how much further is Roman’s side?” Virgil asks, hoping to change the subject. By the look in Remus’s eyes, though, he’s not getting out of it that easy.

“Not far now,” Remus says, a tinge of disgust in his voice, “I hate his frou-frou side. It’s so full of flowers, and rainbows, and unicorns. Bleh!” Virgil looks around at the fire-singed trees and strange creatures that surround them in Remus’s side.

“And yours is that much better?” He asks, gesturing to the decay. Remus smiles.

“Oh come on, Emo. I know you prefer this to Roman’s non-stop goody-two-shoes-ness. Admit it: he can be a bit much, can’t he?” Virgil bites his lip.

“Yeah, he can. But so can you,” Virgil says, “And, he’s never tried to set me on fire.” Remus smacks him on the arm.

“That was an accident and you know it!”

“Mm, do I, though?”

The tense silence that had previously enveloped them returns for a few minutes, Virgil’s mind drifting to Patton and Janus.

“Do you think Patton’s doing okay?” It feels stupid, asking Remus. The Duke and Patton have by no means been on the best of terms, and regardless, Remus knows as much as he does. But he can’t help from worrying, and he’s the only person around to ask.

“Oh no, I’m sure Janus is torturing him horribly as we speak,” Remus says, his tone teasing but Virgil really isn’t in the mood, “What do you think his preferred means of torture are? I’d go for waterboarding, or bone-breaking, myself. But Double-D’s a more clean-cut guy, so maybe he’ll go for blinding. Not something messy, I’m sure. But I –.”

“Knock it off!” Virgil interrupts, anger rising with each word out of his mouth. Remus stops in the middle of the path they’re walking on, forcing Virgil to do the same.

“You’re not worried about Thomas’s safety, are you? That’s not why you’re asking if Patton’s okay?” Remus doesn’t give him time to butt-in, “No, you’re worried about Janus. You’re worried about him and Patton being in charge together.”

“And what if I am?” Remus glares at him, exasperated.

“You’d think after all those years you spent with us, you’d have a little more trust.”

“What reason has Janus given me to trust him in – god, ages?” Virgil spits venomously, “Think of how often he lied to me, to both of us!”

“Yeah, he’s deceit. It’s kind of in the job description.” Virgil shakes his head.

“Not the way he acted.”

“So, what, you don’t trust him with Patton? Gee, Virgil, I thought that you were upset about him being overprotective of you. Looks like you’re turning the table on Pat.”

“I am not being overprotective!” Virgil says, but the waver in his voice indicates otherwise, “It’s just – he didn’t know Janus like we did back then. When we were the outcasts.”

“Oh, open your fucking eyes!” – Multiple sets of eyes suddenly appear around them, littering the sky and trees, before quickly disappearing – “We’re still the outcast. You and Jan have just gotten an upgrade. We’re still the ‘dark sides’, the ones that Thomas is most wary of. That’s never going to completely change, and you know it.”

“Remus, stop it.”

“Stop, what? Telling the truth? I thought you were sick of all the lying?”

“I said, stop it!” Virgil shouts, voice rising in volume.

“He loves Patton. He’s not going to do anything to hurt him, or Thomas, or anyone. The fact that you’re more concerned about Janus’s behavior than mine is ridiculous. I’m supposed to be the one who isn’t to be trusted.”

The prospect of Janus loving Patton, really loving him, and Patton feeling the same is one that Virgil does not know how to compute. Even still, despite his better judgment, he can’t help but dwell on the hurt in Remus’s voice. Why does he sound so wounded, as though he fully expects Virgil to still be terrified of him? And why does Virgil care in the first place?

“I – I never said I trusted you,” Virgil sputters, knowing it’s going to make things worse, but finding himself too overwhelmed not to dig himself in a deeper hole, “It’s just…”

“It’s just, what?” Remus asks, exasperation replacing his usual jovial tone, “Admit it: You don’t even know what you’re afraid of anymore. You don’t know what to expect of Janus because, newsflash, it’s been years since you’ve had a real conversation with him.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about. This isn’t about me.”

“Oh, it isn’t, is it?” Remus asks with a laugh, though the sound lacks humor, “You know… Double-D’s never stopped missing you.”

Virgil stifles a cough as the breath is knocked from his lungs. Tightness settles in his chest, constricting and terrible, and he begins walking again, picking up his previous pace.

“Where are you going? I’m not done talking to you!”

“We need to find your brother,” he says without looking back at Remus, walking even faster, “We don’t have time for this.”

“I don’t care!” Remus says, and Virgil isn’t sure which sentence he’s replying to, “We need to talk about this, Virgil. It’s gone on too fucking long.”

“We don’t need to talk about anything!”

“Yes, we do! Do you know how hurt that Janus was when you left us? Do you know how long he mourned you like you’d died?”

“Shut up! Just – just fucking shut up!” Virgil cries, nearly running now, from what, he can’t say. The pressure in his chest increases, the sound of Remus’s footfalls not far behind him sending ripples of panic through him.

“You left us, Virgil! You left us without so much as an explanation! He missed you for years; still misses you! And so do I!”

That sets a pit in Virgil’s stomach like so few things. He can feel the tension crackling in the air, can taste the regret forming on his tongue. Still, he continues forward, desperate not to look back and see the expression on Remus’s face, whatever it might be.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yes, I do!” Remus insists, his hand clamping down on Virgil’s shoulder as they breach the gap to Roman’s side of The Imagination.

And then, Remus and Virgil are plunged into darkness, as though the sun itself has been extinguished.

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𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴𝙻𝚈 𝙶𝚁𝙴𝙴𝙳

after four long years across the world hajime is finally coming home to his puppy again. and you’ve missed him like crazy, that’s very easy to see. i chose the words pink collar for this valentines event so i’m very excited to write my first actual petgirl fic for the sewer! ✧ two in the pink masterlist ✧ please go support the amazing creators there as well!!

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He chuckles, looking at your pronounced pout through the screen as Mattsun gently shakes your interlaced hands back and forth. “Well,” the pink haired man grins, aiming his phone toward the exit for a few seconds, then back at you. “What are you thinking, pretty girl?”

“Hm?” is all you say, blinking your big eyes at the long, empty hallway expectantly.

Mattsun chuckles when you lean a bit more into his arm, going to stand on your toes to try and see over the line of people in front of you to no avail. He gazes down at you for a few seconds with a smile, before leaning down to press a kiss to your temple. “Got nothing to say?” And when you look up with your pouted lips they’ve become all too familiar with, he ducks down to press another kiss there too. Not that it soothes you much, judging by the nervous way your fingers tangle into the edge of your skirt. “Daddy’s coming home, yeah? Excited?” Mattsun tries again, and you whine at the mere mention of him.

“Daddy’s coming?” you whisper, looking back up at the tall brunet for confirmation once more, something that makes him melt a little more. Sure, the both of them hadn’t exactly planned on being a caretaker for you while your boyfriend was overseas, but it’d become plenty clear that you needed all the help you could get. And it didn’t hurt that your clinginess had perks for the both of them too, definitely with you practically living with them both in the meantime. When Mattsun nods, you let out another little whimper, now basically shaking on your legs from excitement. “Right now?”

You’re already tearing up by the time the first people make it to the terminal, no longer caring about anything but the idea that within the next few minutes you’d finally see him in person again. “Look at you,” Makki laughs behind the camera, before walking closer to your side and handing Mattsun the camera for a second. “What’s going on, hm? You’re crying because you’re happy?” It only takes a little coaching to get you to pry yourself from Mattsun’s side over to the other man, slipping under his arm easily but not yet looking away.

“Daddy’s coming. Missed daddy.” You’re trembling now, and Makki wraps his arm tight around your waist to keep you from getting too excited right here and now. Such a sweet, little thing. “He’s coming home now? Really?” As soon as Mattsun hums again, you’re grabbing onto his one hand, taking Makki’s in the other and holding onto their fingers for support. Makki takes another second to admire you, pink collar proudly on display and shining against your skin, looking so sturdy around your dainty and fragile, little neck.

They left the leash in the car, but for a second he wonders if he should’ve just taken it with him anyway. When he looks back at the hall, Hajime sticks out above some of the other travelers like a feast for sore eyes. Glowing, skin golden and warm, with his hair sticking up in tufts even more unruly than normal. He doesn’t blame you for shaking on your feet the way you do, it was more than expected. Hajime’s eyes widen with focus when flicking around at the people, before he smiles wide, spotting you between his two friends. The suitcase hobbles as he hauls it behind him, rushing the walk to get to the gates already.

And as soon as he’s through, you’re already running over, jumping and being caught in his tight embrace as he twirls you around a few times, dropping the handle of his luggage. Your soft whimpers of his name are swallowed when he pulls back to kiss you silly, hands instantly wrapping around his neck to keep him as close as humanly possible. Even for the guys standing to the side to watch, it’s heartwarming, and Mattsun quickly shuts off the video to hand the device back.

“Four years is a long ass time,” Makki starts, grinning when Hajime pulls back from you with flushed lips to give him a quick side hug, not yet able to let you go.

Not that you would anyway, basically molded to the shape of his body as you litter kisses over the exposed parts of his neck and chest. “Hey, puppy,” Iwa manages to say, watching you pull back to sniffle and rub your body up against him in happiness. He leans down a little to brush away your tears, and places another kiss on your nose. “Someone missed her daddy.”

“Missed you so much,” you sniffle, shifting your arms down to around his waist and nuzzling your face into his shirt. “Welcome back, Hajime.” He smiles as he pets your head, not wanting to make a whole scene here, but he could eat you right up with how gentle and adorable you’re being. “Never leave me that long again.” Looks like the time away didn’t lessen your adoration for him, not even close. The other brunet grabs the suitcase before motioning towards the exit of the airport.

The guys giggle when you cling to your boyfriend like he’s going off the war, his expression softening at the sight of you. Of course, there’d been trips flying back to Japan in between, but they’d been scarce and always felt too short. Iwa barely manages to get you away from him enough to look at you again, but after a few seconds of reassuring he won’t be going anywhere, you let him lift you up so you can bury your face into his neck and wrap your legs tightly around his waist.

Makki’s quick to pull your collar a little with one finger slipping into one of the metal loops to make you whimper, before leaning down to whisper in your ear as you four walk through the mess of people. “You should stop making a scene or it’ll take even longer ‘til we get you home, puppy. Behave.” Iwa only lets out an amused breath when you whine at the order, quickly burying your face back in the same spot where you kiss and lick like it’s life or death.

The guys know your antics well enough to ignore it for the most part, walking out into the fresh air. “What were they feeding you abroad?” Mattsun grins after a second, “you look about twice the size.”

“I’ve just actually been hitting the gym some and haven’t been sitting still at my boring job all day like you.” He does look bigger, both more grown into his features and taller, able to dwarf you over more than he already did when he left four painfully long years ago, with the promise to return as soon as possible. He grins though, deserved pride radiating off of him and an air of confidence his years in Cali must have nurtured, before giving Makki a look. “Well, one of you—”

And when Mattsun ruffles Hajime’s hair as a friendly welcome back with a few less words, Makki just scrunches his nose up, before giving a jab into his arm. “Low fuckin’ blow, dude.”

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As soon as the guys drop you off at home, Hajime has to hold you away from him while climbing the stairs, quick to jam the keys into lock and haul the luggage into the house. They promised to swing by later, already knowing it’d be impossible to pry you away from Hajime for at least a few hours.

The door is shut quickly, your hands roaming the planes of his chest and stomach and quickly slipping under the fabric to feel his warm skin under your hands, pussy already slicking at the mere thought of him. But you don’t even get the chance to pull him towards you when Iwa crowds you into the door, reaching up to pull your head back by your hair and watch you as your eyes fill with tears. “Daddy, daddy, want you, w-want you so bad.” You squeak when he presses you into the cold door more, shifting your legs apart to allow him more access.

“My needy, little bitch,” he grunts, dragging his lips down the exposed part of your throat and leaving open mouthed kisses there, making the bell on your collar ring. He kisses and bites until your legs shake and your grip on his shoulders grows tighter, knowing your signs too well still.

The way you’re rocking your waist back and forth like an animal in heat, head all the way thrown back. He leans in more to drag his tongue down the free part of your neck, before biting down hard. And the effect is instant, because your legs give out as your high pitched moans grow louder, needy begs making his cock twitch.

“Daddy, wanna feel your cock inside me already, please. Please pleaseplease. N-need you t’ fill me up, oh- f-fuck, need your cum in me.” You’re so much smaller under him, he almost forgot just how easy it is to make you submit to him by sheer presence. But you’re so desperate, rolling your hips against his thigh and blinking through wet, glistening lashes when he gives you a little grin.

You lean up to drag your mouth along his neck and collarbones too, whimpering each time you rub your covered clit over his jeans, wetness seeping through the fabric. Your hand under his shirt pushes it up, revealing his muscular chest and abs and making you moan. He tightens his grip in your hair and on your thigh when rocking his hips against you. “The guys better have taken real good care of you.”

“They tried their -hng- best, but—” you whimper, pushing your body up against him more and feeling the heat build between the two of you until it becomes unbearable, “not as good as daddy. Missed daddy, always miss daddy so, oh, m-much!” For a second you pull away to claw at his arms, so he lifts the tank top over his head and tosses it aside, then crushing you back to the door and pressing his muscular thigh higher. Rubbing up against your slick cunt through too much fabric.

“Ah, ahng, Hajime,” you whisper, cupping his face and pulling his close to melt your tongue to his. Licking into his mouth and sucking on the pink muscle until you go breathless, pulling back with your eyes glazed over. “Daddy tastes so good. Can I please have more?”

The pretty greens find yours, narrowing slightly. But you look so cute that he can’t fault you for your greediness. “Tastes good, yeah? Stupid puppy. Need a reminder of who you belong to?” You’re already unbuttoning your own top and letting it drop aside, your pointed nipples bare. He groans. “Fuck, I missed wrecking your cute, little body. Missed sucking those tits and fucking your tight cunt.”

You don’t really respond before his large hand comes to squeeze one breast, then the other, sucking your nipple with a soft tongue rolling over it again and again. Breath heavy and belly glowing as you lean into him. All while your hands rub over his biceps and pecs and down his stomach. Until you get to his pants, nimble fingers slipping under the waistband and down further, but he grabs your wrist hard.

“Nope.” He smiles when you tear up at the loss of his thick thigh rubbing against you, your little moans and whimpers being the thing that would get him off the quickest any time he had to fuck his own hand. But he still can’t go easy on you. “Get to begging like a good puppy, on your fucking knees,” he pushes your shoulder until your knees buckle and you drop down between his legs, glossy eyes aimed up at him and bottom lip jutting out. “Fuck- missed that pretty mouth of yours so much too,” he mumbles, rubbing his fingers over the seam of your lips but pulling away when you stick your tongue out.

You frown though, whimpering at the denial and wrapping your two little hands around his to yank the long digits back to your mouth, stuffing them inside your warm mouth yourself. Your tits shining with his spit in the low light, cheeks hot and already looking totally fucked. It never takes long when Hajime pulls your hair or bites your sensitive skin, slipping into the blissed, dazed state you’re in too easily.

You moan as you suckle on the thick, long fingers, wrapping your tongue around them and pushing his fingers deeper into the back of your mouth so quickly it probably hurts. You don’t mind though, not even when he pushes them down onto the back of your tongue to make you choke on them. His lips curl up at the ends when watching you, his cock growing even harder at your noises and the spit spilling past your lips and down your chin. “Gonna suck my fingers, good girl? Take it all the way into your throat and drool all over daddy’s hand?”

‘Mhm, mhm-ddy,’ your muffled calls soft and needy, gagging again when he grabs your face to stuff your face all the way with his two fingers. Your little throat is tighter than he remembers, though it could also be because of the tight, leather collar so pretty around your neck. When you stop struggling against the invasion of your throat, drool slipping all down his hand and your face each time he pulls back only to stuff them back in to hear you struggle, he grunts.

He finally pulls back out of your mouth to yank his pants down his thighs, along with his boxers, kicking them off. “Ah,” you instantly open your mouth again, dropping your tongue out for him like a good pet.

But instead of the cock you want to taste more than anything, he leans down a little to grab your throat and squeezes, spitting straight onto your tongue with no warning. The press of his fingers in the sides of your neck is enough to have your fingers twitch in your lap, wanting nothing more than your pussy filled while your head pounds. “Did you suck Makki and Mattsun’s cocks this easy too?” Iwa asks though, putting on a frown as he rubs your spit along the bottom of his cock. He swirls his wet fingers back up to the flushed tip though, wrapping around the head and squeezing more glistening precum out. “Hm?”

You’re quiet for a second when you regard him, eyes blown out and dark and mouth set in a tight line, the exact expression that both scares you and makes your pussy clench. “I- I just,” you sniffle, “you said it was okay to. Daddy, you promised— mh-that you wouldn’t be m-mad.” The smell makes you whimper more, rubbing your covered, slick pussy on your own foot as you fist your hands into your skirt, your big eyes blinking up at him so prettily.

“Not— mad,” he hisses when you reach up to cup his balls, whimpering and begging so pretty, “I know your little slutty cunt wouldn’t be able to go without being pumped full of cum so long. Just don’t like it.” His cock still growing and twitching in his hand, turning the glazed head a deep, dark red and twitching at the sight of you. He rubs the warm tip over your tongue for just a second before pulling back, only leaving you more needy.

“My little puppy slut needs cock and cum in here, huh?” He softly starts moving his hand up and down his shaft in front of you, and you can’t help the tears that cling to your lashes at the blatant temptation. You blink up at him with your best pout, leaning forward to arch your back. But he’s not done, pushing his cock to your cheek and rubbing it there while you whimper and whine at it, teary eyes flicking between his drooling cock and the sharp look on his face. “Can’t even go to sleep without having your tummy full and warm. Let daddy’s friends fuck that whore cunt, yeah? My greedy, bad puppy slut.”

The degradation paired with the wait is enough to have you squeezing your eyes shut, sniffling for a few moments at the cruel treatment. But when he clears his throat again, brushing up the glazed head of his cock to your lips, making you taste the precum and finally letting you have a sliver of what you had to miss for so long your body aches. “Beg,” he growls, grabbing onto your hair and pulling your face back a little to look at you. “I know you can do it really well, so do it already. Be good, c’mon.”

You’re so blissed out even being near him again, that it’s hard to think straight. Let alone listen to what he needs you to do. The pounding between your ears is so loud. But before you can think about it you turn over to drop your face to the floor, grabbing onto your panties and getting on your knees how you know Hajime likes having you. Presenting yourself like a bitch in heat, face wet and sloppy and lips swollen.

It’s hardly begging, but you’re so far past begging by now. You want your gushing pussy filled now. Back curved and wet slit on display, you arch your back as you press your cheek to the cold wood. “Daddy, please. Please give me your cock, please use me. Punish me or breed me, I don’t care, just touch me please. Mhm -ah, need you, only daddy can make me feel so good, plea—se.”

You spread your legs apart more, and bring one arm under your body between your legs to spread the wetness around your hole and over your clit, hissing at the touch. “God, Hajime, hurry. I’ll cum without you if you don’t.”

Whatever trance you put him in is broken when you rub your clit without him, tearing up and just needing to get off so bad it’ll drive you crazy. But he’s quick to get behind you and grab onto one of the rings of your collar, pulling it tight and arching your back more as he delivers a sharp spank to each cheek. You cry out as you reach for him, but with a growl he evades your touch and spanks down again, leaving your needy cunt fluttering around nothing.

“Don’t fucking think so.” He spanks between each word, making your skin glow and tingle from the painful surges of pleasure, as you shift under him, sucking your bottom lip into your mouth. “You cum when I say you can cum.” Luckily for you, he’s too impatient tonight to punish you as you deserve, getting up behind you and pushing the warm head of his cock against your drooling pussy, just as eager and needy as you are. “Take it like a good cumhungry bitch.”

He pushes in too quickly, pushing you forward with the sudden motion and filling you up entirely. His fat cock stretching you open so much you claw at the floor, even more when he pulls out and glides back inside the wet hole with a roll of his hips that hits just right. “Ah- ahh!” Your eyes press closed, body aching and everything hazy, Hajime sets a pace that’s just short of punishing. Hips drilling into yours with each fast, frantic pump, his skin slapping into you and pants and grunts filling the apartment. There’s no room for romance, not while he’s fucking into you and holding onto your neck like an animal.

Your whimpers and muffled begs of ‘daddy’ are interrupted by slurred moans and swears as he changes positions a little to fuck you even harder, deeper and battering your insides relentlessly. None of that matters when he leans over your body onto his strong arms, caging you in even more and not slowing the speed at which he destroys you, only to bite at the side of your neck with a growl. “My cockslut. No one else can do it like me. Don’t forget it.”

“Daddy!” you squeak, squirming at the pleasure. “Hmm-ngh, wan’cum!” Hajime looks between your bodies to watch the ring of white at the base of his cock, your entire body shaking from the strain, before he pushes himself back up to let go of your collar and grab onto your hips instead, pulling you back into his thrusts and making you bounce. Each motion is too deep, too good, nothing that enters your brain is comprehensible anymore. There’s only Hajime fucking you, and the beautiful way you know he looks while fucking you stupid.

“Gonna fuck my cum into you,” he rasps, throwing his head back, “gon’ give you my babies. Over and over and over.” His fingers in your skin painfully tight, skin slamming against yours and balls against your clit, and you reach your arms back to grab onto his thighs. “Until you’re so full with cum your belly hurts.”

“Yes, yesyesyes— hng, da- ahng- daddy, fuck your cum into me please,” he grabs onto your hair to pull you back onto his thick cock even more, lifting your thigh for more access, before your belly tightens and your vision goes white. Your toes curl as you clench around him, squeezing his cock deeper inside you as you cry out his name, gasping for air and shaking.

Hajime blows out a growled cry through his teeth as his thrusts go bruising and sloppy. “Fuckin’ vice, ah! H-holy shit, puppy.” He cums deep inside your spasming cunt, hot, white ropes of seed pumped into you. You collapse when your legs give out, having Hajime on top of you with deep, almost frantic breaths and his fingertips still pushing white ovals into the skin to keep himself up, before slowly pulls out of you to scoop you up from the floor. “Good girl,” he kisses your face, along your neck as you try to calm your raging heart, “such a good girl. You took that so well, pup.”

“Thank you, daddy,” you breathe back, and cling to his sweaty chest for a moment, feeling both your heart beats too loud. Hajime smiles, his cheeks flushed and hairline beaded with sweat but to you, though your puffy eyes and wet lashes, he’s never looked more beautiful. He leans over to grab his bag, digging though it for some water.

“Here, drink up.” His large, heavy palm coming to rest on your head with slow motions, he stares at you too. Then he dips his head again to kiss your nose, squeezing you even closer to his heart. “Missed you so much. You belong to me, hm?” You nod.

And after a few sips of water, you rub away some of the drying tears, before pouting up at him. “Can we go again?” Which makes Hajime snort, his face splitting with a wide grin as he bobs his head.

“Yeah, we can go as many times as you want.”

[mrfitzdarcyslover]

My Drummer Boy

Hello lovers, this is a fic STRICTLY based off the movie version of Roger and how he was depicted in the film. If you’re not into fanfics just keep scrolling! :)

Also warning if you choose to read I’ve added a bit of smut at the ending. If you don’t care for that but still want to read I’ve marked off where it begins! 

xx mrfitzdarcyslover

Y/n is a close friend of the band who has been there to watch their success grow from the start. What happens when y/n is reunited with her boys after months being apart? And how does a certain drummer boy react to her return?

Flushed and out of breathe you ran towards the makeshift studio that the boys were recording in. To be completely honest the excitement of finally seeing your best friends again was electrifying and made you feel completely alive. But the thing that made you feel most giddy was finally seeing Roger, It had been months since you’d seen him last. With his tour of America with the boys and you’re marketing job always keeping you on your toes you hadn’t had a chance to see your boys return home from America. You had planned to surprise the band by showing up unannounced in the countryside while they were recording their new album. In order to pull it off you had to go to Ray Foster’s office and con the address out of his secretary Kelly. In all honesty you’d always found Kelly extremely annoying flirting with Roger anytime she saw him. It always drove you wild to see Roger flirt with other girls when all you wanted was for him to look a you and decide that you were all that he needed. 

Completely tangled up in your thoughts of Rog you didn’t notice the dip in the ground and due to the gravel you lost your footing and collapsed onto the mud. Grumbling to yourself you looked down at your white polka-dot dress covered in mud and stood up muttering to yourself about the stupid English rain always mucking things up. Wiping as much of the yucky brown slush off you as possible you continued the last few steps up to the door and yanked it open with all your might. The first thing you heard opening the door was Rog’s normally deep voice singing at a pitch only dogs can hear. Grinning to yourself you came into view of the boys. The first one to notice you was Brian who stared at you with eyes as wide as globes. With a stupid grin on his face Bri stood up and came barreling at you wrapping his arms around your waist and spinning you around. Giggling you wrapped your arms around his neck and squeezed the boy you considered a brother. The next one to see you was Deacy who gave you a big adorable Deacy smile and smacked Freddie on the arm causing him to whip around with a dirty look on his face. As soon as Freddie saw you he gave you that charming little look and said,

 “Darling it’s been far to long. Where the HELL have you been?”

“I’m sorry Freddie work”

“That’s not good enough darling it’s far to hard to contain these boys without you around. I absolutely forbid you from leaving us for so long again!”

“Of course Fred” you said with an edge of sarcasm “I’m at your beck and call” finishing it off with a little bow you heard Brian chuckle beside you.

Grinning at your shenanigans Freddie opened his arms and wrapped you up with a flourish.

“What the hell is going on out there?” you heard Rog say a bit of annoyance edging the remark. Knowing he couldn’t see you yet you stepped out from behind Brian and Freddie to let Roger see you. The grin that engulfed his gorgeous face had your heart beating wildly in your chest.

“Hello my love” he said his voice deep and husky.

“Hiya Rog”

Without breaking eye contact Roger removed the big headphones from his blonde mop of hair and rushed towards you out of the sound booth. 

“Darling” he said grabbing you by the waist and tucking you into his arms, “Where have you been? I’ve been going crazy without you around.” he whispered into your ear so that the boys couldn’t hear him.

Grinning you buried your face into his shoulder and breathed in the comfortable scent of Roger. Sighing you heard the band behind you snicker causing you to pull away from the heavy warmth engulfing your body.

“Well I think we need to celebrate” Freddie said “Darling I am so happy your back they won’t let me have any fun anymore. Please say we can go to the bar, they’d never refuse you.”

“Of course Freddie a trip to the bar is definitely in order, I need to let loose and have some fun with my favorite people in the whole world.”

“Great! Now let’s address the small problem of your outfit. What the hell happened to you? Did you get into a fight with a cow?”

“I fell...outside in the mud. Bloody English rain”

Chuckling Freddie shook his head at you and grabbed your hand pulling you fully away from Rog who squeezed your hip as you moved towards Fred. Freddie continued to pull you through the doors, past the muddy spot you fell, and into a cute little farm house.

“y/n where did you put your suitcase?”

“It’s on the landing of the stairs”

“Good, good lets go you can use my room to change, I want you cleaned up and ready to go in half an hour. It’s the second door on the left.” he said pushing you towards the stairs with a peck on the cheek.

Grabbing your suitcase you moved up the stairs towards Fred’s room. Once upstairs you grabbed your little black dress and the deep red lipstick that made your eyes pop. All together it took you about twenty minutes to get looking presentable enough to go downstairs. Opening the bedroom door you heard the band all downstairs laughing and joking with each other causing you to smile with a deep fondness. 

“Alright boys who’s ready to go out and get absolutely trashed tonight?” you jokingly said while descending the stairs.

All eyes turned towards you including a particular drummer’s causing you to shiver with excitement. 

“y/n you look absolutely spectacular.” Bri said standing up to grab your hand

“Well thank you Mr. May.”

“Alright let’s go I need to have some fun before I succumb to a tired and bored death.” Freddie remarked with smile on his face.

Freddie was the first to exit closely followed by Deacy and Brian. Roger came towards you holding out his hand for you to grab.

“y/n you look ravishing tonight, I hope you know that.” he said while slowly raking his eyes up your body “I’m not entirely sure I’ll be able to keep my hands off you my love.”

“Behave yourself Roger” you said with a giggle pulling him towards the door and into the cab waiting to take you to the pub.

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Arriving at the pub your first impression was that it looked run down and worn out but the boys insisted it they served nothing but the finest beer, having come here a handful of times for a quick nightcap. You all quickly located a little round booth in the back corner and shuffled in one by one. Starting from the left side it was Freddie, you, Roger, Deacy, and then Brian. The waitress was quick to come running over giving Roger her most sultry look while pushing her chest out in an attempt to grab his attention, which made your blood boil. 

Sensing your anger Brian redirected the waitresses attention and ordered a pitcher of beer for the whole table along with the glasses necessary for each member of the group. After that the night went off without a hitch each of them telling animating stories about their time in the states while on tour. You added a couple stories about the crazy things that happened to you on the tube as well as the new gossip at work. A few beers in you noticed the waitress coming back towards your table eyeing Roger up and down like he was a piece of meat. Annoyed beyond control you scooted in closer to Rog and nuzzled your head into his neck. The movement caught him by surprise causing him to inhale deeply and mumble a string of profanities. 

“Love what are you doing?” he asked looking down at you with dark eyes. Smirking you glanced back at the waitress who was frowning deeply, anger in her eyes. Roger noticed where you were looking at and chuckled internally, of course he noticed the waitress’s sultry looks he wasn’t blind but nobody could interest him the way you did. To be honest on many occasions Roger had fantasized about capturing your lips into a heated kiss and lifting you up into his arms only to continue in his bedroom, but whenever he thought he might actually go for it he chickened out. Everyone knew there was chemistry between you too, neither of you made an effort to keep it quiet, constantly flirting and teasing one another but for some reason the final move was never made. Roger hoped that tonight would finally be the night he would get to claim you as his and show you off the the world and all the adoring girls who lusted after him.

“y/n if you keep that up I’m going to have to pick you up right here and punish you my love.”

Blushing crimson you looked down at your lap internally debating what to do next. Not wishing to go another night without him you looked back up at him and said 

“I’m all yours”

“Bloody hell” he said with a sharp intake of his breathe “Lads I believe I need to go back to the house now, to many bad....pickles.” He stumbled out, visibly cringing at his own excuse.

“Yeah I think I’ll join you Roger, I’m absolutely wiped after the long bus ride down here.” you said

Freddie stood up with a smirk allowing you to slide out of the booth closely followed by Roger. The rest of the band all watched you rush out smiles on their faces. 

“Do you think?”

“Absolutely darling and about damn time to.” Freddie said finishing Brian’s sentence.

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(A/N Smut ahead read at your own risk, the story ends in smut so if you don’t like reading smut this is where your version of the story ends!)

Once you and Roger had grabbed a cab you sat on opposite sides of the car starring at each other with heavy lust filled eyes. Roger’s eyes were electric drawing you in. 

“E’re we are” the cabbie said in his thick accent “That’ll be 20 pounds.”

“Here you go mate” Roger said leaning over you to pay the driver.

You got a whiff of is cologne mixed with the smell of beer and cigarettes. Slipping out from under him you opened the door and slipped out making sure your ass stuck out for him to look at while you climbed out and onto the gravel. Looking over your shoulder you gave him a sultry little smile and began to sway your hips back and forth while walking towards the front door. Not turning around you heard Rog’s feet hit the gravel and then you heard the sound of the door being slammed and the cab driving off. 

“Well well my little mynx, its just you and I now.” he said huskily “What in the world should I do with you.”

Turning around you leaned against the column of the house and popped your knee out.

“I told you, I’m all yours tonight.”

“Bloody hell you have no idea what your getting into y/n. I have so many things I want to do to you.”

“Then do it Rog.”

Stalking towards you Roger pinned you against the column bringing your foreheads together and breathing heavily against your lips.

“Please Roger, I need you.”

That was all it took for all his walls to break slamming his plump pink lips against yours in a heated embrace you moaned into him as he bit your lip silently asking you to open up your mouth for him. When you didn’t immediately oblige Roger grabbed your hips and pulled you flush against him which caused you to gasp opening up your mouth and giving him an opportunity to slip his tongue in. Sighing you gave in and continued to kiss him while gently grinding your hips against his.

“Christ y/n what are you doing to me?”

Smiling you slipped out from under him and opened the door. Grabbing his hand you pulled him into the house and up the stairs.

“To the left love, the first door.”

Shaking in anticipation for the night to come you opened the door and dragged him in. With a quick turn of events Roger slammed the door closed and turned you around and pushed you into the door.

“You’ve been very naughty tonight y/n. I think you need to learn your lesson.”

“Yes sir”

“Now I’m going to walk over to that bed and sit down. I want you to strip for me darling.”

Grinning you slowly stalked over to the bed shaking your hips from the left to the right and pulling the zipper down your side to open up your dress. Lifting up your arms you let the black dress slowly slip to the ground and pool at your feet. This left you in nothing but your lacy red panties and heels.

“You are the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen y/n. Absolutely stunning. Leave the panties and heels on and come over here.”

Smiling you slowly sauntered towards him giving him the most innocent look you could muster. Once you reached the edge of the bed you lifted your knees to rest on either side of him and slid down so that you were straddling his lap. You felt Rog shudder underneath you and slide his hands up your back before he brought them up around your shoulder towards your breasts. Inhaling deeply Rogers rough fingers drifted over your sensitive buds causing you to whimper pushing your chest further into his big hands. Understanding what you wanted Roger trailed kisses from your jaw, down your neck, finally coming to rest over top your your pink bud. He began to kiss and bite with his mouth while one hand massaged your other breast. After a few seconds he kissed his way over to your second bud and began to repeat the action on your other breast.

“Oh Roger please, don’t stop.” you moaned out

“On your knees love.”

With fire coursing through your veins you slid off his lap ensuring to press down harder over his member before you came to rest on your knees between his legs. Glancing up through your eye lashes your hands began to work at the zipper and button on his pants. Slowly you hooked your fingers into the belt loops of his pants and pulled them down, leaving Roger only in his briefs his member clearly erect and impatient. Palming at his member you stood up and gave him a quick kiss on the lips and pulled his briefs fully off finally allowing you to get a look at his cock. Gasping at its size your felt your walls clench in anticipation of what was to come.

“Can I lick it sir? Please?”

“Yes baby you can.”

Excited you sunk back down onto your knees and stared at it head on. Slowly you leaned forward and licked a long strip from the base to his tip.

“Christ y/n please put those pretty red lips around my cock.”

Eager to oblige you slipped your crimson lips over the tip and allowed his cock to slip into your mouth. Moaning you took as much of him in as possible choking a little bit when he hit the back of your throat.  

“Oh baby that feels so good, don’t stop”

You hollowed out your cheeks and began to suck him. Popping off his dick you began to leave open mouth kisses up it while massaging his balls.

“Your turn my love” he said while grabbing your arms and pulling you up onto the bed. You fell back onto the bed with a giggle opening your legs so that he could slide up your body claiming your lips with his own. 

“I’m going to make you feel as good as you made me feel love. Keep your legs open for me.”

He began to kiss a heated trail down your body across your chest, past your stomach and finally reaching the brim of your lacy red panties. You felt him slip his rough fingers under the hem and pull down leaving you completely exposed to his awaiting mouth. He began to tease you kissing everywhere but the place you craved the most. Bucking your hips towards his mouth he placed his big hand on your stomach and pushed down holding you to the bed. 

“Patience darling.” he chuckled darkly

“Stop teasing me.” you whined

With a dark smile Roger finally lowered his head onto your core and kissed your sensitive bud. Moaning you grabbed his hair and pushed him further into you, holding him in place. Darting his tongue out Roger split your folds open with his fingers and slid his tongue into your heat. Roger continued his assault on your pussy licking, and sucking until you thought you might pass out from pleasure. When you thought it couldn’t get any better Roger slipped two fingers into your core beginning to stretch you for the events to come soon. Moaning you whined out feeling the familiar clench in your stomach. 

“Roger I’m cumming.”

“Let it go baby, cum for me.”

With a deep sigh you felt your walls clench together over Roger’s fingers. Ever patient he kept his fingers inside of you, helping you ride out your orgasm. Once every last bit of your orgasm was gone, Roger slipped his fingers out and quickly sucked them clean.

“You taste amazing love, so sweet.”

With a lazy grin you looked down at him and quietly called him up to the top of the bed with you. With a new breath of life you claimed his lips with your own and began to palm at his cock once more. 

“Rog”

“Yes my love.”

“I want you inside of me now.”

With lust blown eyes Roger pushed your legs apart and began to line himself up with your entrance. 

“Wait, can I be on top?”

“Are you sure love?”

Nodding you pushed him down onto his back and slung your leg over his hip straddling him to the bed. With agile movements you lifted up your body lined yourself up over his tip and slowly sunk down onto his cock.

“Oh fuck your so tight.”

Biting your lip you breathed through the slight pain from his size and then placing your hands on his abs began to rock back and forth creating a dangerous friction.

“That’s it love, you take my cock so well.”

Grinning you began to feel immense amounts of pleasure coursing through your body causing you to lift your hips and then sink back down onto him feverishly fast. Flipping you over Roger lifted your leg up and began to pound into you bottoming out each time his thrust in. 

“Faster, faster Roger please.”

Grunting Roger hiked your leg up higher and began mercilessly fucking your pussy. With a loud moan you grabbed the headboard opening up your chest for him to lower his mouth down onto. Biting and nipping Roger grunted a couple more times before you felt your walls clenching around his cock making his movements far more sloppy. With one final thrust you felt his hot seed squirt out into your walls mixing with your own desire.

“Oh god baby, yes”

“ROGER”

Collapsing down onto your naked body Roger’s cock remained buried deep inside your core slowly getting softer and softer. Running your hands through his hair you hoped this night would never end. A few minutes later you heard Roger’s small snores. With one last kiss to his forehead I pulled his cock out of my core and snuggled into his body falling into a deep heavy sleep.

[nad-zeta]

Headcanon of Mc and her beloved little pet

hello, I love your writing!. Reading texts from you helps me a lot! Could you please write hcs or stories for Mitsunari and Mitsuhide with MC who has a little dog Yukiko whom she loves like a child? The doggie would be well behaved but timid and MC would be very protective over it and give it a lot of her attention

Hey there love! Thank you so much for your kind words @nairil-daeris ! I’m so glad I was able to brighten your day in someway or another, makes me so happy! I am only to happy to write an HC including my two fav Mitsus!<3 

 lol side note i wrote this in second person cause it feels more personal that way ^_^. Also to all those who submitted match ups.... i am going to move house tomorrow so i most likely wont get to writing them until the weekend! Thanx so much for your patiences guys❤! Also please stay safe during this time of chaos <3 Hope u guys enjoy my 3rd attempt at writing an HC😂🙈

 Mitsunari

Your birthday was coming up, and Mitsunari was trying to figure out the best gift to get you. He knew you were slightly jealous of the fact that all the warlords had a pet to love and care for, and you didn’t. You’ve also wanted a little pet to play and snuggle with when Mitsunari was off to war. You know, to keep you company.

Mitsunari had made up his mind to get you your own little pet. He and Kitty hit the markets to find the perfect companion to expand you, little family. Honestly, Mitsunari couldn’t find what he was looking for and started walking back to his manor, feeling a little discouraged. When all of a sudden, kitty jumped out of his arms and ran straight onto someone’s property. Mitsunari looked down in horror when he saw a sweet little black dog chained to a post, starving. Mitsunari looked at kitty and said, “It looks like you’ve found us the perfect addition to our family kitty.” Mitsunari cut the pup free, picked up the two animals, and walked back home with the biggest grin on his face.

He cleaned the little dog up and waited for you to come home. He was positively buzzing with excitement and anticipation. When he heard your footsteps, he quickly placed the doggo in a big box and called you over to come and open your birthday present. You opened the box and instantly lost your heart. You proceeded to very dramatically lift the pup out of the box, and Lion King style lifted her up into the air over your head while loudly singing “Nants ingonyama bagithi baba, Sithi uhm ingonyama” *into to lion king’s circle of life song*. You then proclaimed her name to be Yukiko.

You treated this sweet little dog like a princess. You would bath and groom her and place the cutest little bows in her hair. You would spend hours with her in your lap, stroking her soft fur while you read. Everywhere you went, little Yukiko followed. You even learned from Masamune how to make special dog food just for her.

You were extremely overprotective of your timid little dog and would scold anyone who dare come too close to her. Once day little Yukiko tracked some mud into the castle hallway while looking for you and unfortunate bumped into Hideyoshi. Hideyoshi was not impressed; in a slightly raised tone, he was about to scold the dog when suddenly she yelled and ran away with her tail between her legs. Needless to say, you gave Hideyoshi an earful for scaring your little pup.

Mitsunari wasn’t a jealous lover, but he did miss having your undivided attention. It wasn’t until he saw you playing with Yukiko laughing without a care in the world while she licked your face, that he started to feel a little neglected. That night his sweet lil angel hugged you tight while Yukiko was out playing on the grass and asked you if you still loved him.

You were super confused! Of course, you still loved him, you never stopped. 

You looked up at him and started peppering his face with small kisses until that bright, radiant smile that you love was back on his face. Since then, you made sure to snuggle and cuddle with Mitsunari just as much as Yukiko.

Mitsuhide

The two of you were enjoying a pleasant stroll in the market. Suddenly out of nowhere, there was a downpour. The two of you ran hand in hand to take cover in the nearest teahouse to wait out the storm. All of a sudden, Mitsuhide stopped and narrowed his eyes to look down one of the alleyways. You looked up at him in confusion, while straining your ears to figure out what could have made him stop so abruptly in such a big storm. He started walking down the alleyway to get a closer look, and that’s when you saw her. A pitch-black poodle shivering under a makeshift shelter. Mitsuhide picked up the little creature by the scruff of its neck and gave it a look over. You looked at Mitsuhide and squeezed his hand while pleading with your eyes to keep the little pup. Who was he to say no to his sweet little mouse? He cradled the little doggo in his arm and continued on his route with you to find shelter from the rest of the storm.

By the time the three of you got home, you were absolutely drenched. After a warm bath and a change of clothes, you now sat in front of Mitsuhide, while he dried your hair. Sitting in front of you was the little pup whose hair you were busy drying. “so little mouse, whatever shall the new addition to our family’s name be.” You looked back at him, gave him the most dazzling smile, while proudly proclaiming, “her name is to be Yukiko, cause I have a feeling she is going to bring tons of happiness into our lives.” He smiled back at you and thought about how he loved seeing you so excited and happy. He kissed your nose and continued to dry your hair.

That night as you were about to drift off to sleep, you heard a little cry. You looked over at Mitsuhide, who was fast asleep and smiled to yourself. You then got up and walk towards the direction of the sound. You opened the door and saw your little pup. You smiled at your new baby and at the fit she was throwing because she wanted to be in the same room as her two new parents. You picked her up and sat down in the corner of the room, not wanting to disturb Mitsuhide’s sleep. You then started nuzzled into Yukiko’s silky soft fur and cuddled with her until you fell asleep. Mitsu woke abruptly and started reaching out for you, only to discover you were missing from his side. He began to panic when he felt how cold your side of the bed was. He narrowed his eyes and looked around the darkroom. He spotted his lovely little mouse and sweet little Yukiko sitting dead still in the corner of the room. As he approached you, he noticed you were slumped over and fast asleep. Yukiko gave him her best puppy dog eyes as if to ask, “please don’t put me in the other room again.” Mitsuhide looked at your face and saw a small smile, most likely from having the pup snuggled in your arms, he could never deny his beloved any request sleeping or awake. Mitsu just smiles at the pup and pet her head. He kissed you on the forehead, nose, and then cheek. He picked the pair of you up and tucked you back into the futon.

Yukiko became like your child. You doted like crazy on this sweet pup. Teaching her all sorts of little tricks like delivering the warlords mail or even playing dead to mess with Ieyasu. You couldn’t help but feel the need to protect your timid baby from all the scary things in the world. Speaking of scary things, cue Mitsuhide entering the room. You would tug on Mitsuhide’s ear and scold him for continually trying to scare your timid pup. He found it so amusing how the smallest sound would send the pipsqueak running for the hills. Definitely worth the hour-long lecture he received from you.

It’s been a week since you and Mitsuhide had adopted Yukiko, and gosh Mitsuhide was starting to get jealous. You spent all your time with the little dog, and TBH he started feeling a bit neglected. Not to mention the fact that you were super overprotected of her. You wouldn’t even let him pat her anymore as punishment for teasing her so much in the past.

So Mitsuhide devised a plan, each day, he would give the pup extreme amounts of love and attention. He must admit he truly loved the little dog almost as much as you did. It was finally time to play out his plan to win back his little mouse’s attention. He low key wanted you to feel how it felt to be ignored and be second best when it came to cuddles.

 He told you how he felt like the dog had taken all your love and affection and that he was starting to feel a lil neglected. All while having the sweetest little blush on his face. Before you could even say a thing, he continued in saying that the two of you were now going to play a game to see who the dog loved most.

 If the dog came to him first, he would win and, you would have to tone it down on the over-protectiveness AND give him back all your attention. If the dog ran to you first, you would win, and he would admit he was wrong and adapt to this new lifestyle. 

You knew you had this contest in the bag but made a mental note regardless of Mitsuhide’s feelings. You knew this silly game was just a way for him to be honest with you about how he felt. Yukiko was then placed in the center of the room while Mitsuhide moved the opposite side. 3….2….1… GO. Both of you called out to Yukiko in your most enthusiastic voices. You couldn’t help but chuckle a little, at Mitsu’s unusually high-pitched voice trying to catch Yukiko’s attention.

At the end of this little game, you both had lost! Yukiko decided to choose Chimaki, Mitsuhide’s little fox. Yukiko ignored the both of you, walked over to where the fox was resting on the futon and joined him. The both of you looked up at the other and smile in defeat. You two couldn’t help but look and cooed over how sweet the two pets looked snuggled up together.

Mitsu couldn’t help but think at that moment, that the two pets represented you two. One pure white as snow and the other black as the night, a yin to a yang. At the end of the day, you came to a compromise, and now you would sit between Mitu’s legs with his chin resting on your shoulder. His arms would be snaked tight around your waist. He would then occasionally kiss your neck, shoulder, or cheek in these cuddles as a sign of his appreciation and affection. You couldn’t be happier in the arms of the man you loved so dearly while having your two precious children sleeping in your lap. You would just sit there while stoking the two pets and bask in the pure love and happiness of your little family.

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It was another long, exhausting week. There was this weird thing going out, not sure if Arthur would show up and Lucas knew their holiday would be ruined if he didn’t come. At the very last minute, he did and a huge weight was lifted off everyone’s back. 

The ride to Baz’s family’s place wasn’t too long, everyone was mostly just trying to keep things light and easy. 

It’s a family house, of course, but Lucas wants to spend as much time as he can with Eliott. Somehow, even living together, he misses spending time with him. With all the Arthur drama, Lucas made mistakes and maybe they disagreed a lot more than usual. 

Lucas is madly in love with Eliott. He never thought about having a bunny, maybe a small, well behaved dog. And, somehow, with a cute smile, staring at Lucas’ eyes while showing him the bunny, Eliott managed to convince Lucas that adopting a bunny was the best decision of his life. 

But Eliott is very sensitive, he’s sunshine, but he wears his heart on his sleeve. In a matter of minutes, Fifi was all he could talk and think about. While Lucas was already worrying about having someone else to take care of, he’s really bad at that. 

It was the end of a very good day after the worse week reliving a fight with his friends, Lucas was just hoping he would have a good bed to sleep in, nuzzling into Eliott’s neck, for once having his attention back, forgetting about Fifi. 

He’s always hungry, Lucas was counting the seconds to eat dinner when Baz’ grandpa came in, bringing what he wanted for dinner. Lucas had never seen an animal like that, right in front of him. 

Fifi didn’t cross his mind, but he saw how everyone was in shock. Eliott’s arm slipped off his chair and he was staring at whatever was in front of them and it clicks for Lucas. 

His overprotectiveness overtakes him instantly, watching that scary thing on their table, looking a lot like something that could come from a trashy horror movie, very different from the cutest thing Lucas had seen hours before. 

Eliott gets up, almost knocking his chair down, stumbling to get out of there and Lucas quickly follows. 

“Hey, Eliott, baby.” He manages to carefully hold his arm when they’re outside, making Eliott look at his direction at least, but not into his eyes. “Hey, we’re not gonna eat it, ok? I’ll make us some delicious, gigantic salad and we can eat outside...” 

“I’m not hungry.” Eliott walks around a little bit, breathing slowly and filling his lungs every time. 

“Eliott...” Lucas whispers, holding him by the front of his jacket, quietly pulling him closer, putting his arms around Eliott’s waist under his jacket, looking up. 

He closes his eyes and lets Lucas holds him tighter, as close as they can be. It’s ridiculously cold outside, but Lucas doesn’t care. It’s warm enough inside Eliott’s jacket, keeping him safe in between his arms. 

“Sorry.” He says when he finally opens his eyes, looking at Lucas. 

“It’s okay.” 

“I shouldn’t have come.” 

“What? Yes, you should. Everyone is still here, alive and talking to each other because you’re here. Preventing me from talking shit again.” Lucas smiles and Eliott holds his face with both hands, gently caressing his cheeks. 

Eliott leans closer, resting his forehead against Lucas’.

“That’s a hard task.” 

“Yes, it is.” Lucas smiles, breathing normally again, kissing his boyfriend. “Wanna go for a walk?” Eliott nods his head and Lucas moves away, already missing Eliott’s warmth.