#and if you smooch him he purrs so loud that he starts stuttering

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Hmm I hope your stomach is feeling better now!! Or less hurty,,

I always see people writing stuff for Ajax where he’s like a clingy puppy, pouting when you don’t give him affection and I was like, what about Foul Legacy!!!!

Foul Legacy getting all fussy because you didn’t give him a kiss or cuddles before you left. Ignoring you, always having his back to you. Of course, he can’t maintain this facade for long before he’s clinging to you, poor touch starved baby NEEDS to hug you and feel you comb his mane.

Thats it, thats the brainrott [📺]

aaaaa thank you my stomach feels much better now :> also you are SO RIGHT FOR THIS ANON

it's always amusing to you when Foul Legacy sulks and attempts to ignore you, because from your perspective it's absolutely adorable. he gets all huffy and lets out small hisses and growls, his back always facing you like a disgruntled cat. you simply smile, silently, and sit down on the couch, flipping open a book to wait. every so often you can feel his gaze on you, itching to approach but held back by his pouting. the only sound in the room is the quiet ticking of the clock on the wall and the paper of your pages bending as you turn them

then, careful and hesitant, you feel the couch dip beside you

without even looking, you lift a hand and settle it into Legacy's soft hair, a steady purr beginning to fill the room. he nudges your book aside, trying to fit himself in your lap, and with a kind laugh you set the novel down and wrap your arms around him as much as you can, the sight of such an intimidating Abyssal monster curled into a ball making you bite your tongue to keep from losing it. he presses his head under your chin with a satisfied trill, claws hooking on your shirt so you can't leave- not that you want to- and he gives you the gentlest of headbumps, kneading your stomach carefully. it's his way of saying that you're forgiven- although you'd better give him twice the amount of kisses the next day to make up for it- and any attempts to get up are met with whining and the weight of Foul Legacy holding you down. he wants snuggles!! he missed you all day!! please snuggle with him!!

[lihikainanea]

Tiger calling Bill in the smallest, most submissive headspace she's ever been in. She doesn't even sound like herself on the phone, its soft and almost high pitched because she's floating so sweetly. And Bill is shook. The poor guy is at a loss for words because hearing her like that makes his dick hard. Plus its brand new territory for him because she's never been like this before. What got her there? No clue LOL I'll leave that up to you ;)

Ohhh baby, I love this so, so much.

But like hang on here, is she small in a good way or a bad way? YOU KNOW WHAT LET’S DO BOTH.

Okay so like, a bad way, right? And I kind of love this idea that there’s really nothing that triggered it. Nothing drastic, anyway. I don’t know I feel like we all get in terrible moods that sometimes have no catalyst other than just we feel like being in a terrible mood. Maybe the entire thing is mundane—like, it’s a Wednesday or something. They didn’t have an intense night. Really nothing would have set this off. And tiger is grumpy, because Wednesday. But Bill woke her up, and she was basically just on his chest so when he sat up slowly she didn’t have a choice but to wake up. And he gives her some gentle hugs, some butt pats to coax her into the shower so she can start getting ready. He has a few meetings today and he really didn’t have to be up until later, but may as well start the day now. Bill is annoyingly optimistic like that.

So anyway, he packs up her lunch and she’s basically just like, grumbled incoherent sounds at him the entire time but he’s used to that. Mornings are hard for tiger. But with a sweet smooch and a little butt pinch, she’s on her way.

And who knows—maybe her coworkers are kind of dicks and that triggered it. Maybe she has a lot to do and that triggered it. Or maybe legitimately nothing triggered it, and she just started to spiral. Started to not feel so well, as her mind got away on her. And progressively over the course of like, half an hour—everything just became so loud and overwhelming and so too much and she couldn’t quiet it. Couldn’t fight her way back to rational.

So she called the one person who always can. Who always makes it all go away, and makes everything more clear.

“Hey kid,” he answered on the second ring, “What’s up?

“Hi,” she stuttered out. And Bill has gotten so good that he can tell just by the tone of her voice. Can tell she’s slipping, or that she’s gone completely. In this case, she’s probably halfway there.

“Oh sweet girl,” he murmurs softly, “What happened?”

“I…I don’t know,” she’s trying to talk over the lump in her throat.

“Okay,” he said, “Tiger, where are you?”

“At work,” she mumbles.

He checks his watch. His next meeting isn’t until this afternoon but he can leave home now, meet her at her work, and then go to his meeting after.

“What time are you taking lunch at today, kid?” He asks. She shrugs even though he can’t see her.

“I don’t know.”

“Come downstairs at noon, tiger. I’ll meet you in the lobby,” and he tells her, he doesn’t ask. It’s better that way.

“Okay,” she stutters out. And man, she sounds broken.

“You’re okay sweet girl,” he murmurs to her, “Hang in there for another half an hour, okay? Just half an hour. And then I’ll make it better.”

She sniffles a bit, nodding.

“Do you want to stay on the phone with me until then?” He asks.

“No I can…I can manage,” she mumbles.

“Yes you can. I love you kid, I’ll see you soon. I’ll make it go away for you,” he promises.

And she knows that he will—because he always does—so already he can relax just a tad. And at noon she goes downstairs to the lobby and he’s there, tucking her under his arm and walking her out to his car. There’s not enough time to go home, but he finds a secluded spot—maybe in the dark corner of an indoor parking.

“Climb in the back with me, kid,” he says as he opens the door. He folds into the back and when she joins him, he reaches for her immediately and pulls her into his lap. He kisses her slow and deep, weaving his hands through her hair. 

“Did something happen, sweet girl?” He asked when he finally pulled away. She shook her head.

“I just started to feel…bad,” she mumbled. She dragged her bottom lip between her teeth but he reached forward, gently tugging it loose with his thumb. He gently pushed on her lip and she opened readily, sucking his thumb inside.

“It happens sometimes,” he reassured, “You did good to call me, tiger. That took a lot of strength. You’re so good for me, sweet girl.”

She looked up at him with big eyes and he just pulled her forward, tucked her under his chin and wrapped his arm tight around her.

“You’ve had a lot going on,” he kissed the top of her head, the side of her nose that he could reach, “It’s normal that it all starts to get a bit overwhelming.”

And he let it fall into a comfortable silence, just her in his arms, his thumb in her mouth, trying to pull her out of her own thoughts and just give her a bit of comfort. When it’s almost time for her to go back to work, he shifts her so that she’s facing him again.

“Eyes on me kid,” he commands softly and her eyes snap to his, “I know you have some important shit you need to get done this afternoon, tiger. And you will.You’re going to get through it because that’s what you do. And then when you get home—we’ll really make this go away, okay? I’ll put you on your knees like you need, and we’ll get you feeling good again. Okay?”

She whimpers a little, then nods.

“Just get through the next few more hours kid. You can do it,” he murmurs.

He probably walks her back in, staying with her as much as he can until she has to go. And you know, tiger’s a bad ass bitch and she absolutely powers through the afternoon because now at least…she knows. She knows it’s going to get better, if she can just make it through. And she does. And I’ll bet when she gets home—oh man. She comes through the door and just frantically kicks off her shoes. She can hear Bill in the kitchen and I’ll bet that she barely even greets him. I’ll bet she just goes running in and just…immediately gets on her knees in front of him, her hands in her lap, looking up at him and begging.

“My good girl,” he purrs, walking over to her.

BUT ALSO THEN LIKE

Okay so what if she’s actually in a small head space but in a good way? And again, there’s really nothing that triggered it. Maybe she’s just out with some friends for brunch and she ate well and it’s a beautiful crisp day outside and she’s warm and full of good feelings and she’s just so goddamn soft for her big dude. And she just wants to hear his voice—that deep, velvety purr that still has the slightest lilt to it no matter how much he tries to fight it. So she slips away for a second, goes to find an empty hallway or something and calls him.

“Hey tiger,” he greets, and she can hear the smile in his voice.

“Hi Billy,” she says softly—and again, Bill knows. Bill knows right away. He can’t even pinpoint it, but there’s something in her voice that just tips him off every time.

“Ohhhhh,” he says in realization and his smile gets even bigger, “Hi sweet girl.”

She’s smiling now too—and goddamnit, she’s even blushing.

“Hi,” she says again. Because why fight it? She is his sweet girl.

��Are you having a good time?” He asks. He definitely talks to her a little different when she’s this way, especially if she’s in a good space, because it helps her enjoy it even more.

“Yeah, it’s nice,” she says, “What uh, what are you doing?”

And Bill is a bastard. But he also loves, loves when she gets like this with him. And the fact that she got a little small when she was out with friends, and that she CALLED HIM to talk to him? Bill could die. He could just die.

“Just at home, wishing I had you all wrapped up in my arms,” he tells her, “God, what I wouldn’t give to have my sweet girl on her knees in front of me.”

Tiger actually whimpers. He hears it.

“What?” She stutters.

“You heard me. All soft and sweet for me, those warm lips around my thumb until I give you what you really want to put your mouth around. God kid, I’d pick you right up and lay you out on the bed, my good girl…”

“Bill,” she says feebly, and he smiles. Has to bite his lip to stop the chuckle.

“I’d get you under me, all small and shit. I’d get you feeling so good sweetheart, just bury my face between your legs until you’re screaming for me.”

Tiger is red. Red as a tomato, and her knees are giving out.

“Bill—“ she whimpers again.

“Nothing tastes sweeter than when you’re coming for me, tiger. I crave it. God I’d give my left fucking arm for a taste of you right now.”

Tiger can’t breathe. She literally can’t even make a sound, her eyes closed, her mouth hung open as she leans on the wall for support.

“Are you still with me sweet girl?” He asks after a beat. She takes a minute to try and gain some composure, but he’s still grinning like an asshole.

“Y-yeah,” she stutters, “I’m uh, I’m coming home.”

“I’m not there until closer to dinner time, kid,” he says, “But I’ll tell you what. You stay out with your friends, have a good time. Have a good long think about all the things you want me to do to you tonight.”

She bites her lip.

“And then I’ll text you when I’m on my way home. And tiger?”

“Yeah?” But it comes out as more of a breathless sigh.

“I expect you on your knees for me when I walk through the door,” his voice gets stern and she literally clamps her legs tighter together.

“I will be,” she promises.

“Good girl,” he purrs, “Oh, and one more thing.”

“Anything,” She says.

“Are you wet for me?”

“Bill—“ she can hear the smirk in his voice.

“Are you?” He demands.

“Yes,” she admits pitifully, “You have no idea how much.”

His deep groan comes through the line and it sends a shiver down her spine.

“God I can’t wait to taste you,” he purrs, “Don’t keep your friends waiting. Go on.”

And she hangs up the phone reluctantly, going back to join their table. But 5 minutes later, a pitcher of mimosas hits the table and all the girls look at the server, confused.

“From a man who calls himself,” the server pauses, clearing his throat as if the next words pain him, “Big daddy.”

Confused looks are exchanged, a few eye rolls, and if anybody caught the way tiger’s cheeks turned pink, nobody said anything. Clearing her throat, she reached for the pitcher.

“Well I for one don’t give a fuck what he wants to call himself, whoever he is,” she says and pours out a glass, “I never refuse free mimosas.”

[angstars]

Welcome, Mod Cal! So excited to see this blog back in action!! >:3 Also I literally just have this idea now but could you write a scenario where Mao finds out s/o has been taking on shitloads of part-time jobs and stuff to attend concerts, buy albums, etc because she wants to support him with all she got at all costs!!!! And maybe have some smooches and cuddles in it cuz a girl want diabetes uwu

Why thank you very much!! I’m excited to bring it back to life! I TOTALLY love overworked scenarios so you just brought something right up my alley, my friend! I started it with a tiny bit if angst then it went straight to the fluff so I hope this gave you all the diabetes!!

And remember, get calcium!  ♠

You knew that at some point, Mao would either get suspicious, or your actions would say it all. Overworking in four part-time jobs while trying to juggle school work and producing for Trickstar would definitely come back and bite you; and it has, harder than you thought.

While you managed to keep it a secret from time to time, Mao began to catch on to the way you began to sleep in the most random of places: on the train going home, backstage while they practice, or even while standing outside of Mao’s class waiting for him to come out, leaning on the wall clumsily, only for him to rouse you by shaking you awake.

There were even times where he’d invite you over to his place or to go out, anywhere, but you’d unfortunately decline him, saying you were busy; adamant on not letting anyone know about the part-time jobs ordeal. It would break both of your hearts, and unbeknown to the both of you, spiral negative distance in the relationship that both of you were not ready to pick up.

You certainly were beginning to reach a limit, and you prayed with all your heart that it wouldn’t be in front of your boyfriend, because you love him. This whole business has started to be able to fund for the team, buy the CD’s and make it to the live concerts to show your support, and you wouldn’t have done it if your feelings towards Mao were anywhere near insincere.

You received a message that morning from Mao, asking if you’ll make it to the live concert tonight.

‘I wouldn’t miss it for anything in the whole world! Of course I’m coming!’

‘Okay great! I’ll see you tonight then babe, and hopefully you wouldn’t be running off this time!’

You took in a sharp breathe through your teeth upon reading that. He’s getting really suspicious, and at this point, he’s just dancing around the subject.

The concert was loud and lively as ever, you felt the energy and volume coarse through your entire body as the beat of the music swayed your heart, and goosebumps all over you when the fans chanted for an encore.

Cold sweat was all over your body as you watched them preform one more song, and seeing Mao give it his all was one of the most fascinating sights in your life. He constantly amazed you and you concluded that you’ll never tire of seeing him so passionate about what he does.

After the concert, you pushed through the sea of fans towards the backstage to congratulate Mao for his amazing performance. Arriving to the empty hall of the backstage room with only a few staff members running around, you felt the air reach you once more and breathing was easy again.

You walked towards the room where you knew Trickstar would be, when a wave of dizziness overcame you. You staggered on your feet as you shot out your hand to stabilise yourself against the wall, the other hand holding your head, desperately waiting for the world to stop spinning around you.

He can’t see me like this.

You tried to regulate your breathing as you slowly began to move your feet to turn, wanting to find a suitable quiet place to regain composure, when the door for one of the stars opened up and out came Mao. Oh boy.

His eyes landed on your hunched form and he sprung to life immediately, grabbing you by the shoulders in urgency as he pushed your head with his arm to make you look at him.

“What’s gotten into you?! What’s wrong?!”

“Mao…”

Breathless, you fell against him, your knees giving in and buckling under you. He hooks his arms under yours to keep you upright. Everything began to grow dim and muffled, the last thing you registered before fainting was Mao’s voice, calling out your name in a state of heart wrenching panic.

You woke up to a dim lit room, but you recognised your surroundings almost instantly. You’ve seen that cluttered desk before, you’ve seen those posters of Trickstar hanging on the wall as well…and the faint hint of your boyfriend’s scent was lingering there…

You were in his bedroom. You turned your head slowly to the left to see Mao sitting on the chair by the bed, hunched forward as his elbows rested on his knees, holding your hand tightly against his hair in desperation.

“Mao…” You croaked.

He looked up instantly at the sound of your voice, and his heartbroken expression pained you.

“Oh babe,” he sighs in relief as he sees you awake. He felt like he can breathe and move again, quickly getting off his chair to embrace you. You prop yourself up and welcome him, letting him hold you against him tightly. You felt him slightly tremble as he took a sharp intake of breathe from your hair, moving slowly to plant a kiss on your forehead and lingering there for a few more minutes before he pulled away slightly.

“The truth.” He commanded, “no more lies, no more of this. Do you know how worried sick I was? If I wasn’t there-” He turned his head away, closing his eyes tightly as he sighed, then eyed you again.

You sighed in defeat, and looked down at one of the buttons of his shirt. “I didn’t mean to worry you,” you started, leaning your head against his chest and playing with his button nervously, “I just…I’ve been working endlessly these past few months for some extra money.”

“Elaborate on that please,” He rests his chin on your head, stroking your hair gently to show you that you had all of his attention.

“I have four part-time jobs,” you heard him gasp, “so I can…so I can go to your concerts and buy your CD’s!” You confessed, hugging him tightly, feeling not only embarrassed, but also as though a big foul secret has been out.

He hesitates in pulling apart slightly to look at you. Of all reasons, he definitely didn’t think this was one. “You mean…all of this was for me?” He breathed.

You nodded, uncertain of the reaction that’s to come. To your pleasant surprise, he pulls you into a second bone crushing hug, chuckling lowly. Hearing such news, made him ecstatic; he felt horrible for doubting you previously, but now that the answer was laid in front of him, childishly and selfishly, he felt all the better that it was about him.

“You didn’t have to!” He couldn’t help shaking his head and laughing, “Oh, you didn’t have to!”

You shake your head, returning the hug, “no no! I want to be able to support you!”

“You already do sweetheart,” Mao kisses your cheek excitedly, swaying you both left and right slightly, “you already do. You being there for me, being my girlfriend, you have no idea, but it does so much for me.”

You felt your heart flutter at that declaration, a shy smile and blush finds its way on your features. “Really?”

“Yes, so I don’t want you running around like crazy and overworking like this ever again, okay? I’m your boyfriend, I’m supposed to be there to help you, not do this to you.” Pulling away from the hug once again, his hands slowly tracing over your arms till they landed on your hands, giving them a reassuring squeeze.

You bite your bottom lip, “I can’t make promises I can’t keep.”

“Then tell me, so at least, I can come and work with you,“ Mao grins. To that, it was your turn to hesitate, eyes going wide and gasping.

“Y-You��d do that? For me?” You stuttered.

“Of course! Besides, it means we get to see each other more often, won’t it?”

Nodding slowly, Mao purrs a ‘come here’ and pulls you into a tender kiss, that spoke nothing but ‘I’ve missed you’. 

That night, he demanded that you don’t move out of the bed, and that he caters to all your needs, going as far as feeding you soup that he’s tried and made. He learnt from you the schedule for the part time jobs, and promised to try and make it to a few, and advised you on your well being for the near future.

“If we are to build a future together, I need you to be there for it.” Were the words he whispered to you that night before falling asleep.