#i just found it boring i stopped reading for long stretches of time before continuing

[frereamour]

everyone has watched nosferatu but me :( but i'm worried i won't like it because frankly i don't like the book dracula and didn't like any subsequent adaptation.

[matriarchjojo]

" MOVIE NIGHT GONE WRONG. "

starring! : mikey + fem!reader, and kazutora, draken, baji, chifuyu

warnings! : exhibition, sex tape, fingering, finger sucking, choking, FWB, college!AU, basically cheating? (draken), squirting, implied gangbang at the end, readers skin color is not mentioned, mdni, not proofread

summary! : mikey invited the boys to a movie night, but as he was gone to pick you up, they accidentally stumbled opon a camera.

"Movie night gone right" pt.2

Right after mikeys bike engine roared from outside and slowly got more silent until it was completely gone, the guys just sat on mikeys couch and on the floor, bored.

Kazutora sat down on the floor with one of mikeys pillows and suddenly spotted a video camera, obviously from the late 2000s and a bright smile beamed on his face as he took it in his hands.

"Look what I found, guys" he announced opening the display of the cam "why would mikey have that?" Draken asked himself outloud with a raised eyebrow, to which kazutora shrugged "I dunno but I'm dying to see what he filmed on this."

Chifuyu looked a bit uncomfortable with that idea "I don't know man, maybe there's some personal shit on there" baji just scoffed, "then I just wanna see it more" he laughed. Kazutora looked at draken to see if he wanted to he it too.

Draken sighed and stretched his arms "sure, why not."

Kazutora and baji then cheered before baji encouraged him to connect the camera with the TV, which he had some trouble with since he didn't find the cable at first for it, but after he did find it he didn't waste a single second to plug it in

A video immediately started of mikeys feet as he walked, before the shot lifted to reveal you in pretty heels and a cute sundress skipping infront of him, mikey giggled behind the camera "cute" he said. You then turned around to which the guys perked up.

"She's still pretty even on a shitty camera" baji mentioned.

The tape continued with you laughing happily and smiling at the camera "you gotta say hi to the camera." Mikey told you, to which you just giggled and then waved your pretty long nailed fingers at the camera "hiiii!"

All of the guys had a tiny smile on their face at your cute gesture.

But then the video stopped, and another started up. It was you again. On mikeys couch, stretching your gorgeous legs while reading a magazine. You were wearing a mini skirt and a crop top, mikey kept filming your legs and the how graceful they looked.

It started to feel like...there was some tension in the air now. Kazutora couldn't take his eyes off the screen, admiring your pretty legs and your gorgeous heels. It was no secret that tora had the miggest crush on you, so seeing this put him in a trance. But it didn't just affect him, of course. you were beautiful and cute, and it was hard not to crush on you at least a little bit. Even draken, though he'd never say it out loud.

"Stop filming my legs!" You playfully complained, closing you magazine and coming over to mikey, who was just giggling behind the camera as you came closer and closer to the camera, but then it shut off. And another video started, it was you kneeling on the floor looking up into the camera with your bright eyes and glossy lips "what?" You giggled, tilting your head. "You're pretty." Mikey said, and then it stopped again.

Chifuyu completely forgot about his feelings from earlier, now just focused on seeing more videos of you being pretty and happy.

Those videos continued, just sweet little snippets of mikey admiring you. They were surprised that mikey was so enamored with you, seeing such an "emotional" side of him was very alien to them. Watching these videos made the guys wonder if you two were a thing and they just didn't know about it.

"Come on, let's stop watchin' em" draken announced, waving his hand. But kazutora protested "just one more!" And before anyone could object he let the next one play.

This time you were in mikeys room again with you sitting on his couch as Mikey supposedly laid down on his bed. You were watching some show until you noticed mikey filming you again.

You smiled "what?" You asked cutely, "waiting for a performance" he casually said.

Draken and baji raised a curious eyebrow, "performance?" Baji asked, to which tora hushed him.

You giggled and turned your upper body to him, you smiled a little shyly then rolled your eyes "really? Again?" Assumingly mikey just nodded at your question.

At this point, the guys didn't see anything too weird about these videos until..

You suddenly grabbed the hem of your tank top and lifted it over your tits to flash the camera.

Kazutora and chifuyu let out an audible gasp, draken choked on his drink and bajis jaw just dropped in absolute shock.

"OKAY, OKAY TURN IT OFF!" Chifuyu yelled, pulling his arm over his eyes to shield himself from this privacy invasion. "NO WAY!!" Tora and baji yelled. They both should feel more disgusted or discomfort at you and mikey being.."intimate," but they were too focused on finally seeing your perky tits that teased them for years now.

The video continued and they could hear mikey giggle before the next video started. It was you again with your head on mikeys thigh as you were seated between them on the floor, and he was sitting on the couch, your beautiful eyes looked up into the camera. Your nails pressed softly into mikeys thigh as you tilted your head, then without a single word, mikeys hand cane down to caress your flushed cheek.

It was a cute and innocent enough gesture, until his thumb started caressing your bottom lip and you slowly opened your mouth to suck on it sensually.

"Fuck, she's like a pornstar.." kazutora mentioned, absolutely enamored with how pretty and sexy you looked doing such slutty activities. "She fuckin' does.." baji agreed, leaning more closely to the screen from his seat on the couch.

The video cut, and another immediately started.

This one just immediately started with your pretty moans and your face twisted in pleasure. It didn't take kazutora a second to get rock hard, and it wasn't any different for draken, baji or chifuyu. Hard as fuck.

"What a good girl.." Mikey said behind the camera as it panned down to reveal mikey's fingers slowly sliding in and out of your wet cunt, making obscene and sinful noises. Your clit looked so swollen, kazutora almost wanted to lick the screen.

You moaned so prettily again and you spread your legs further for mikey to get better access. His Fingers sped up and so did the wet squelching noises, your moans got more high pitched and louder "that's it." Mikey encouraged "cum for me.." your hips bucked into his touch as your eyes slightly rolled back and your bottom lip got caught between your teeth.

Baji gripped the blanked next to him, imagining how soft your skin would feel against his own, how tight your pussy would feel around his fingers.

Draken had his fingers on his temple, pretending to not like what he was seeing, and he shouldn't. Especially since he had a girlfriend. But fuck he's just a guy, and you're getting fingers by his best friend. Letting out the prettiest noises he'd ever heard..

Your head tipped back and you covered your mouth as a sticky liquid squirted out of your weeping cunt. "Fuck yeah..good girl, good girl" mikey huffed, fingering you even faster.

Chifuyu gasped as he gripped the pillow impossibly tighter over his crotch, he'd seen a lot of porn but none of them were as good as what he was seeing right there, right now. You were so pretty and he felt like he would die if he didn't jerk off right now.

Kazutora bit his bottom lip desperately as he imagined what your hot and sticky fluids would taste like, he wanted to put his mouth on you so bad, he wanted to make you squirm and cry out as you grip his hair and grind your pussy on his face..

The video cut off again and then mikey was seen with you in a shot, it was assumingly propped up somewhere.

You were getting fucked sideways by mikey as his hands were on your thigh, holding it up, and on your tit as he was sucking on your nipple. "Mikey!" You moaned as your tits bounced with every thrust, the guys could see the bed completely soaked beneath you two "p-please- I can't anymore~" you whined. Mikeys hand gripped your thigh harder "fuck yeah, you can..just one more" the kissed your collarbone "fr' me.." he begged before going right back to suck on your tiddy.

Kazutora almost moaned when you turned your head to the camera eyes closed in bliss as his friend fucked you senseless.

Your moans got louder and baji could swear his mouth was filling up with drool, looking at your tits bounce and your cunt being fucked.

Mikey lifted himself up and put his hand on your throat, drakens eyes widened as you whimpered at this filthy action, his jeans felt so uncomfortably tight due to his painful erection straining against them. He couldn't contain his thoughts anymore, he would fuck you so hard with his big hand on your tiny throat.

Mikey thrusts become sloppy and harder as your moans suddenly stuttered. You were about to cum.

The men were so focused on the screen, awaiting your orgasm.

"We're hereee" mikey announced and the guys all jolted awake from their pussy trance and kazutora hastily and panicked and ripped the cable out of the TV, feeling his heart beat out of his throat when he saw your pretty self standing next to mikey after he just watched you getting fucked by him.

It didn't take long for mikey to see the guys all flushed hiding their crotches and, of course, the video cam.

Mikey just casually chuckled "they found our tapes" to which you gasped and looked at the man next to you "...the tapes?"

You looked back at the men, avoiding eye contact with you or mikey.

Mikey then looked at you and gave you a soft pat on your ass before you shyly bit your lip and walked over to the bed, you sat down...and spread your legs just enough for them to see you not wearing any panties...

Kazutora and chifuyu were about to have a heart attack with how fast their hearts were beating, baji felt like he was burning hot, he never felt this horny..

Draken really, really tried to not look at you or your half exposed pussy. But he did see it and then couldn't tear his eyes away from it.

"Did you like them..?" You suddenly asked, spreading your legs more as Mikey just grinned.

You looked at the camera and then back at the boys "maybe.." you lifted your skirt, exposing your naked cunt to them. "We could make a featured film.." kazutora kneeled and looked like a starved puppy, with his tongue almost hanging out of his mouth and his eyes wide open.

Someone would have to hold baji back if he got any hornier, cause he was about to just jump on you and ravage you.

"I can film everything" mikey said with a smug grin.

Was this planned?

[princessbrunette]

he didn’t expect an attitude at first. not from deer!reader, it would be too out of character.

he awakens to the sound of a voice that isn’t yours, seemingly playing from your phone. it wasn’t rare that you’d wake up before him and entertain yourself until he’s awake, whether that be reading or listening to one of your bizarre podcasts. today, you had clearly chosen the latter and as he comes into consciousness he’s met with the droning voice that relays the information.

‘so what psychological effects does cannibalism have on a human being? well that all depends on whether or not the participant was willingly—’

pope frowns, tuning out of the morbid details and yawns, body tensing up with a long stretch as he wakes himself up. with a gentle smile on his face, happy to have slept by your side for the first time all week — his eyes flutter open, seeing you sat up facing away from him in the bed, concentrated on the information being relayed to you.

usually, as soon as you hear him stir you’re all over him, softly rousing him from his slumber with kisses all over his cheeks, your eyelashes tickling him and getting him to chuckle. whilst you not bothering with this could have been a first sign pointing to your mood, pope was too disorientated with sleep to think anything of it, and simply reached out to touch the soft skin of your back.

“hey, good morning.” he coo’s, voice still raspy from sleep.

“mm.” you hum in response, and he puts it down to you being super concentrated on your podcast. infact, at the time he found it adorable.

once he’s up and ready, it’s then he notices that you’re even quieter than usual. when you speak, your answers are short and dare he say even snappy. he gives it time, trusting you to tell him what was wrong when you were ready. lack of communication hadn’t really been a problem in your relationship, considering you were typically well behaved 100% of the time — so still, your boyfriend wasn’t worried.

after a chillingly quiet breakfast, the boy starts to gather his things, and suddenly — you’re a lot more talkative.

“where are you going now?” you hover, watching him dig through his pockets to find his keys.

“jj texted me and his boat won’t start. apparently i’m the only person with common sense who knows how to fix it.” he rolls his eyes before locating the jangly set of keys. “bingo.” he praises himself quietly. you continue staring, a clear expression of disappointment and bewilderment worn on your face. he does a double take as the two of you stand on the pier, slowing his movements. “oh, i’ll be back though. real quick.” he promises, which doesn’t make it any better — especially when he’d said that earlier in the week and then disappeared the entire day. you let pettiness get the better of you.

“oh, i’m sure you will.” you scoff, staring down at the brown sandals on your feet. there’s a silence as he freezes, and you don’t look at him. sarcasm. now that really wasn’t like you.

“is…there something going on here?” he questions cautiously, slowly approaching you where you stand.

“i don’t know pope, is there? is there a reason you just don’t wanna hang out with me lately? am i that much of a bore?” you snap, and his eyes widen. you weren’t even good at having an attitude with him, eyes filling with tears. you know it’s been out of his control, the group needed him and he couldn’t let them down — but that didn’t stop you from feeling second bested.

“okay. where has this come from?” he furrows his brows and you hang your head in shame. he steps closer, placing two hands on your cheeks to get you to look at him. the mixture of his close proximity and the physical affection instantly calms you a little, and you realise that perhaps that’s all you’d been craving.

“i don’t know.” is all you manage and he shakes his head.

“i know i’ve been gone, okay. but… you know how the pogues are. i couldn’t leave them hanging. i’m yours for the rest of the week, i literally swear.” he convinces and you sigh out your nose, nodding.

“i’m sorry.” you admit quietly and he strokes your cheeks thoughtfully.

“is that why you had a little attitude today? you know you can just talk to me. i wouldn’t dismiss you.” he’s being so kind, and you just feel dreadful for being such a nightmare. craving his touch, you place your hands over his.

“can i just… have a hug please? i think i need one.” you communicate shakily and he breathes out a quiet laugh of relief, his brows still knitted.

“of course you can. you really don’t have to ask.” he pulls you in, strong arms squeezing you tight the way you needed, the compression helping you regulate your mismatched emotions the way he knew helped you. “and you can come with me to see jj. don’t just assume i’d neglect you.” he smiles, stepping back before holding out his hand. “coming?”

you take it, and he doesn’t bring it up again.

[whatdudtheysay]

Context - You're on a boring 'date' with the duke of the north. But a certain someone keeps catching your eye...

Tw - slight nsfw but nothing major.

Note - this series will have switching povs to show inner thoughts of both main leads <3 - might include other important characters.

Credit - @cafekitsune

You sighed softly as you woke up in your large bed, stretching with a light moan.

Another day of pretending to be poised and demure. You got out of bed and stretched once more before heading over to the long and big rope bell in your room.

You shook it tiredly and only 0.5 seconds passed before five different maids entered, two carrying hot buckets of water and three empty handed.

They all curtsied in sync, smiling at you warmly.

"good morning, your highness."

"good morning." You greeted back.

The two with the water moved into your ensuite to prepare your bath while the others went to your huge closet, holding out different dresses until you decided to choose a simple light blue dress. They nodded, offering comments like "excellent choice" and "you'll look amazing in this dress, your highness."

But you've heard it all before. You were then ushered into the bathroom for a bath, the maids helping you undress before helping you into the warm water, their hands helping wash your hair.

It was nice of them to do but you thought it would stop when you were 16. However, your mother insisted.

Luckily, time passed quickly and you were out of the bath. luckily, after you 'kindly' told them to excuse you to dress yourself, they did.

After they left, you laid back on your bed, your towel slightly slipping off. You were dreading today. A date with a duke? He's probably been divorced 4 times and has 7 children.

You were dreading it. But it wasn't like you had a choice. You sat up quickly and pulled on some underwear, your stockings, then your dress and then your jewellery.

After a long thirty minutes of doing your hair and drowning yourself in rose perfume, you finally got up and headed downstairs.

There, you entered the dining room and saw your father at the head of the table, smoking a fat cigar and reading the royale newspaper as usual, your mother beside him, drinking some tea.

"good morning." You greeted before taking a seat opposite your mother.

"Morning, sweetness. Are you prepared?" Your father asked.

"Prepared?" You feigned ignorance, staring at the window as the maids served you breakfast.

"do not play dumb, y/n. It isn't befitting-"

"-of a Princess. I know, mother." You cut her off gently. "But do I have to go on this outing? I know you all want what's best for me but a duke?"

"you rejected 30 princes, 5 imperial knights and an earl. This is for your own good since you love being stubborn." Your dad sighed, turning the page of his paper. "I'm guessing you got that from your mother."

Your mother gave your father a glare before she refocused on her breakfast.

You wanted to argue further but you knew that they'd make the situation worse for you. You hated how your parents acted when it came to your life...

It was your only chance at living and yet you weren't in control. You were just a doll to them... And then you'd be a doll to your future husband. The cycle wouldn't end.

"Very well, then. I shall prepare." You grit out before getting up and leaving your breakfast untouched.

You were walking. You didn't know where but you were angry and you just needed to walk it off before you got yourself in more trouble.

You continued to mumble to yourself, ignoring the different palace helps who stopped to greet you. After almost five minutes, you looked up and realised you were in a deeper end of the palace.

Unsure, you glanced around. Despite living here since you were born, you'd never explored this much. You weren't allowed to. Funny.

You continued going deeper. At least if you got lost it would give you an excuse to hold off on the date with the duke. Eventually, you found a room at the end of the hall and pushed it open, revealing a large hall.

"woah." You audibly mumbled. It was so big. A bit smaller than the main... You guessed it was a spare....

Hesitantly, you stepped inside and noticed a lot of portraits around. So this was where your childhood ones went. One of you as a baby, a child, then the most recent was from your 18th, just a few months ago.

You were about to let your hand gently brush against the golden frame when-

"A beautiful portrait."

You gasped and turned around to see.... Him...

Lieutenant Fushiguro.

"Lieutenant- what're you doing here?" You asked. Did he follow you? You hadn't noticed... Or heard him.

"forgive me for starting you." He bowed. "The king wants me to guard your date with the Duke...I tried to find you but the maids said you stormed off in this direction."

Oh.... That made sense....

You somewhat calmed down and nodded. "I see. Sorry...I didn't mean to waste time..."

It was a lie. You did.

But you couldn't deny, the view was... Delectable. The view of him in that tight dark blue and cream royal guard attire... The brooches on his blazer, his hair that was slicked back yet somewhat messy...

It was hard to ignore that delicious shiver that kept tingling down your spine.

"It isn't a problem...besides, I'm sure you are...dreading the meeting?" Toji supposed.

You sighed in relief. It felt like he was the only one who wasn't lobotomized around here.

"Finally! Someone who isn't brain-dead. Uh, no offense." You huffed.

He chuckled deeply in a way that made molten heat pool in your lower stomach.

"I'm not sure a woman such as yourself should settle for anyone you find below your standard." Toji shrugged simply, taking a few steps between you, eating up the distance.

You found yourself nodding to his words almost eagerly. How did a stranger manage to see it and say exactly what your heart wanted while your parents believed the complete opposite?

"I'm glad someone understands." You mumbled, glancing back at your portrait.

"Well sometimes you need a change of perspective." He spoke calmly, his voice a lot closer than before.

You glanced over your shoulder, swallowing thickly when you noticed he was merely a step away from you.

Before either of you could speak up, the doors suddenly opened and your father entered. You glanced at toji, then your father, noticing the stare off they were currently having.

"Y/n. Down to the main hall. The duke is waiting for you." Was all your father said.

But he said it in that voice. The voice he used when you were two ticks away from trouble. So, you moved around Toji awkwardly and quickly left the hall, your father closing the door behind you. Curiously, you pressed your ear against the door, overhearing some muffled words but nothing coherent.

"my lady."

You almost screamed at the sudden voice, whirling around to see your lady's maid and friend, Nobara.

"Gosh! Nobara, I told you not to sneak up on me anymore!" You lightly chastised, moving to interlink your arms, hoping your father hadn't realised you'd been eavesdropping.

She laughed softly. "Sorry. But I was told you'd be going out today?"

"yes... Just got a while. I hope." You sighed, remembering your 'date.'

"in that case, should I tell the emperor you'll see him next week?" She asked.

You raised a brow. Satoru wanted to see you? But why?

"I guess so. I'll probably be tired after the outing." You nodded. Now you wished you didn't have to go.

Satoru was your childhood friend before he inherited the Gojo empire. You barely ever saw him because it was situated in the far north and snow was fun until you got frostbite.

But you had to face reality... Before you got yourself into more trouble.

As you walked ahead, you took one last glance at the hall. The bigger part of you hoped you hadn't gotten Toji in any trouble...

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(TOJI'S POV)

Fuck, it was hot. He was in the carriage with you, staring out of the windows, alert as usual.

But he was also discreetly staring at you. The heat was no match for a royal either. You were lightly fanning yourself, a bead of sweat moving down your collarbone, settling between the deep line of your cleavage.

Fuck. He had already ensured your father biting his head off about being near you earlier and now he was staring at those pretty tits eyes of yours. You kept glancing out of the window and then to your lap. Your fidgeting was making him nervous at this time.

"You alright, princess?" He asked, causing you to look up quickly.

You huffed, fanning yourself more. "Of course I am! I'm just... Thinking about my wonderful future wedding with the duke."

Toji chuckled, causing her to shyly avoid his gaze.

"I'm sure you'll receive many blessings of wealth and fertility." Toji hummed, making you gag.

"Ew, Ew, Ew! Don't!" You huffed, becoming more worried.

Toji sighed slightly. He could tell you didn't want to be bound to some random man and pop out more babies for him. Besides, who knew what the duke would make of the kingdom when your future husband took over.

Sadly, the ride slowed to a stop and toji helped you out of the carriage. He glanced around the large estate. It was....clean, kept...nice. befitting of a royal.

A woman came out, short and she had blonde hair.

"Good morning, I hope the the ride wasn't too eventful." She smiled, mostly at you than Toji.

"Oh, it was smooth, thank you." You replied with a smile as you had been accustomed to.

She led you up the path, Toji tailing behind, ensuring to keep an eye on the surroundings just in case...

They finally got into the estate, moving into the parlour which was thankfully, a lot cooler than the summer heat outside.

But then you suddenly stopped. Toji was a lot taller so he looked over your head and noticed a man sat, waiting...staring deeply into you.

Short silky blonde hair, regal robes and two different brightly coloured eyes. He had a wry smirk upon his lips and an odd look in his eyes as you stared at each other.

Naoya...the duke of the northern region.

Tags ღ - @blobkvna , @byerno6 , @iseeyouuu , @iloveaustinelvisandmannymore , @aloserprobably , @tojislittleprincesss , @meforpr3sident , @someonejasjsj

A/n - by changing povs I mean the story will focus more on one person than another just to lyk <3

Please don't steal or copy my work. None of the art in my works are mine 𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚

[queerdeans]

"Wrap Me Tight" — a Suptober ficlet

Day 17: Wings

Summary:

Dean finds a way, finally, to sleep well.

It’s one of those lazy afternoons. The type Castiel never thought he’d get to experience. He’d heard about them, sure, from the humans; apparently they were very protective over their lazy afternoons, their time spent doing nothing. Castiel had always thought it sounded boring; why would you want to do simply nothing? He had passed entire centuries doing very little, but they’d always moved swiftly, and he’d never quite wanted them to slow down.

Now, though, in the bunker with Dean – Cas understands the appeal.

In between hunts, in between fighting big bads, there are the soft days. The slow ones. Castiel forced himself, at first, to pass them with Dean; to stay, rather than flit off to some far corner, checking for news, omens.

And then he’d found that he quite liked them.

They’re better than the nights. In the afternoons, the lights remain on, there are things to do. They watch movies, or read, or just talk. He loves to hear Dean’s voice, loves what he has to say.

When evening comes, Dean grows cagey. Castiel knows that now that most of the dangers of his life have passed, though something always looms on the horizon, Dean’s having nightmares. He can’t hide it; Castiel can hear him wake up screaming, can see the sweat on his brow in the mornings, and those are the nights when Dean doesn’t allow him into his bedroom. The nights Dean can feel a nightmare coming on.

Castiel hopes this isn’t one of those nights.

It’s raining outside; Cas knows this because he’s coming back from the store, where he picked up drinks and food. When he returns to the bunker, Dean’s in the kitchen, whistling and cleaning. He turns as he hears Castiel approach.

“You get the pie?” he asks, always strangely suspicious that Cas would forget.

Cas holds up the bag. “Of course, Dean,” he replies. “I got several flavors. I didn’t know which you’d prefer.”

He sets it down on the counter and Dean comes over to him. He cups Cas’s cheeks in his hands and says, seriously, “Never change. I ever tell you that? I mean it.” He kisses him lightly before pulling the food from the bag, examining Castiel’s choices.

“Is Sam still not back?” Cas asks.

“Nope, he called a little while ago, said he’d be another night,” Dean replies easily as he takes the meat to the fridge. He casts Cas a backward glance. “Guess it’s just you and me.”

Castiel smiles at that. “We’ll have to make do.”

The afternoon slides by like that. Dean eats a few pieces of one of the pies and drinks a beer; Castiel drinks two bottles of vodka and just begins to feel the tendrils of tipsiness. Dean drags him to the living room and puts a movie on, stretches, and Castiel knows this routine. The one where Dean hems and haws and acts like he doesn’t want to lay in Cas’s lap, but he always ends up there. So Castiel cuts it short; he gestures to his lap, says, “C’mon.”

“If you insist.” Dean lays down on the couch, his legs so long that they kick up onto the opposite armrest, and his head comes to rest in Cas’s lap. Cas brings his fingers to play with Dean’s hair like he knows Dean likes. If Dean can slip into sleep now, he might get some real rest. The bags beneath his eyes, his heavy movements – these might fade. However, he knows that even in naps, even during the daytime, Dean often wakes up screaming.

The movie continues and he feels Dean relax slowly. His own eyelids begin to droop, though he is an angel, he is not truly falling into sleep – it’s more like his body (his vessel – he needs to stop referring to it as his body) is slipping into a calm, relaxed state alongside Dean’s.

He doesn’t realize he’s done it until Dean jumps, looking around wildly. “What the fuck–”

“What, Dean?” Castiel looks around them but there’s nothing there.

“Something – fucking – touched me–” Dean’s sitting up straight now and he touches his hand to his waist, frowning down at it.

Castiel pauses, realization dawning on him, and he doesn’t say anything for a moment. He’s not sure how Dean will take it.

But Dean knows him by now, knows him well enough that he narrows his eyes at him. “Cas,” he says, warning.

“It was, uh, me,” Castiel admits carefully. Dean has taken fairly well to some of his other angelic aspects, but Cas isn’t quite sure about this.

“You?” Dean raises his eyebrows. “How, you got another hand I don’t know about?”

“Not a hand.” Castiel watches him, waits for him to realize.

And he does – pretty quickly, too. Dean’s raised eyebrows go even higher, more curious. “Your wings? Touched me?”

“I’m afraid so.” He hadn’t meant to do it, truly. It was an angelic impulse, he supposes – the desire to embrace Dean with more than just his hands, his arms.

“Didn’t know they could uh, break the fourth wall like that,” Dean says, and he seems half-amused, half… is he scared?

“Typically no. But I… I lost focus. I apologize, Dean, I didn’t mean to.” Shame, a frustratingly human emotion, floods him.

Dean frowns. “No, no, man, it’s…” He breathes a laugh. “I mean. It’s just weird, I didn’t know that was, uh, something that was… possible.”

“It’s likely never happened before,” Castiel allows. “I doubt any other angel has ever allowed themselves to be so relaxed in the presence of a human.”

“Aw, Cas, you sayin’ I make you comfortable? You go all gooey and forget your form?” Dean jokes with a smirk.

“In a sense.”

Dean leans forward and kisses him. “It’s okay, Cas. I get it. You’re a celestial being crammed into a body. If anything, I’m honored.”

Dean relaxes back against him, lying with his head in Cas’s lap again, and Cas allows his wings to spread out. The movie continues to play but neither is paying attention to it.

Dean can surely hear the flutter of his wings, and Castiel wraps them around him, tentatively at first. The way he can feel Dean beneath his hands and wings is entirely different; the last time, in fact, he held Dean like this was in the depths of Hell. He had wrapped him in his wings and soared upward, the man’s body safe against Castiel’s chest.

Now years have passed. Slow, human years. So many things have happened and Castiel is able to touch Dean now without shame. He was once told that the touch of Dean corrupted him, that he had been lost the moment he’d laid a hand – a wing – upon his skin. But Castiel knows this isn’t the case.

He feels the moment Dean slips out of wakefulness and into sleep, and Castiel wraps his wings more tightly around him. He can hear the rustle of feathers and he allows his own head to fall back against the back of the couch, his own eyes to fall shut. He isn’t the one being held, and yet he too can feel the calm, the warmth of it.

It’s morning when Dean wakes. Twelve hours of sleep have gone by with no dreams whatsoever; he rolls over, groggy, stiff from the couch cushions, and rubs his eyes. Castiel smiles down at him, looking as if he too is coming from sleep. “Good morning, Dean,” he says. “How’d you sleep?”

And Dean takes a moment to assess, to smile, before he says, “Like a fuckin’ baby.”

[bluebearial]

The Real You

7.5k words

You want to get something special for your plushie GF! But all they have are some weird, heart-shaped pillows that cause a few… changes.

Contains TF, bimbofication, and a lot of snuggling. Gets a little saucy in one part but no actual sex happens.

This one was hard to write!! I cut and redid a good chunk of this a few times. As silly as it sounds I wanted it to be a fun bimbofication story while also keeping it from getting too silly? I wanted it to feel genuine and explore lupa’s character a bit. At the same time I didn’t want it to get too emotional. The tonal shift would’ve been distracting and it didn’t feel good to write. You might see where those parts would’ve been but who knows maybe I cleaned it up well enough teehee

I dunno if I wanna even call it a bimbofication thing anymore? It feels deeper than that

Anyway no more rambling, full story below the cut. Can be found on google docs for your convenience as well.

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You lean against the handle of your shopping cart, studying your grocery list through squinted eyes.

“Milk… eggs, chicken, fruit, bread…”

You brush a lock of hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear. You’ve gotten basically everything. Everything except…

“Pillows…”

You feel a tinge of frustration. Reading that word prompts you to recount the events of the past two hours. You recall entering the store, as one does, and you recall that after getting your food, you started looking for Lupa’s food. Lupa was a… “carnivore”…? You assumed as much at least, from the feral way your housemate-slash-maybe-girlfriend tore her pillows apart when she ate them. Either way, you were looking for something special for her. You and Lupa have only been getting closer, so you figured you’d treat her to something special! No more generic pillows for her – time for something more fitting for a wolf like her. Now, if only you could find the right ones…

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An “Oh, there you are” is the first thing you hear as you tote your groceries through the door. You find Lupa splayed on the couch, looking at nothing in particular through a half-lidded eye. The hulking wolf sits up with a long, drawn-out stretch and a whiny yawn.

“What took you so long, dude?” she asks, resting leaning against the armrest as she looks back at you. “It’s so boring around here. Not like there’s much to even do. I can’t--…” Her mouth was open, ready to continue her thought, but the instant she looks at you, her face softens.

“Hey, you alright?” She’s already out of her seat and thumping her way towards you. She kneels down to take your bags, but the size of her paws makes it a little difficult to get her fingers through the loops in the handles. She settles for just grabbing them, pulling them from your hands and setting them on the counter. Then, she kneels in front of you, letting you fall into her big, soft arms.

“What even happened out there, dude?” She asks as she cradles you, taking you towards the couch. “Y’look like you’ve been through a warzone.”

“Long day at work… and a long day at the store,” you offer sleepily as she takes a seat with you. You shuffle in her grasp, sitting up so you’re sitting in her lap. The way her paw feels as she strokes your hair is so relaxing...

“Wow. Two long days in one day, huh? Tch. Now how’d that happen?” she teases.

“You know what I mean,” you answer a little more indignantly than you’d intended, but she just snickers in return. She’s always had a way of teasing you in a way that gets under your skin, but usually not in a way that really bothers you.

“Just sayin’.” She stops stroking to give you a shrug. “It jus’ doesn’t make much sense to me.”

You roll your eyes, biting down a response before you say something you might regret. Looking at the confident smirk on her face, you know that she’s just begging for a response. Some banter in return. You know she was just trying to be funny. It’s her way of trying to cheer you up, and it usually worked! But right now, it was annoying you more than anything else. God, you really are tired. So, instead of dwelling on it, you opt to move on.

“Hey, Lulu. I got something for you while I was out.” You could practically feel her perk up. Her tail sweeps the couch for a few seconds.

“Huh? Oh yeah? What didja get, Squirt? Somethin’ yummy, I hope.”

You pat Lupa’s arm, and she lets you go. You stand up, despite your body’s protests, and meander to the counter. You grab a bag, pulling one of the heart-shaped pillows out, turning it so its message of ‘I Love You!~’ is in full view. Lupa snickers.

“Ha! Alright, look. I…” She pauses. You could see her tail wag – slowly and discreetly, as if it would apologize just for moving. “…I mean, wow, uh. I love you too, but ain’t this kinda… I dunno, chintzy? Even for you?” She asks in her usual, brusque way.

“I know…” You practically deflate on the spot. You could feel the weight of the past few hours begin to bear down on you all at once. “I wanted to get you these really cute ones that were bone-shaped, but they ran ouuuut... All they had was this old leftover stock from Valentine’s Day…”

“Well—Hey, look…” She scrambles to comfort you in her own sweet, if a little clumsy, way. She holds out a paw, motioning you over. “It’s the thought that counts, right? Here, toss it to me.”

You do just that, and she easily catches it in her mitt. The wolf turns the pillow over in her grip, scanning over its glittery, scarlet form with a discerning eye. She pulls on it, giving it a good stretch.

Then, she licks it.

She ends up giving it a slow lick, but her eye lights up the moment her tongue touches it. She licks it again, quicker this time, before rapidly lapping it with her tongue.

“Pretty good, huh?” you ask, feeling a bit of your confidence return as you approach her.

“Yeah. Yeah, actually!” She bites into it with a ferocity that makes you flinch. You should be used to it by now, but Lupa can be surprisingly rough with her food. She loudly tears a piece from it. She sticks her paw inside, tugging out a few tufts of stuffing and tossing them into her waiting maw. The sounds of gleeful, open-mouthed chewing fill the room… As you watch her, a question bubbles to the forefront of your mind. It’s a question that you’ve meant to ask for some time, but something would always keep you from opening your mouth.

“…Hey, Lupa?”

You’d dip your proverbial toes into the pool, and the wolf pauses her chewing to offer a muffled “Whuht?”

“What does it taste like?” The way she tilts her head gives you pause. “The pillow, I mean—”

“I know you mean the pillow, dude,” she retorts with a roll of her eye. She swallows, before clearing her throat. “It’s liiike… Sweet, I guess? The stuffing’s got a smooth taste, and the little, uh…” She trails off, brushing her paw against what’s left of the pillow’s exterior. The way that the glitter twinkles in the light is hard to ignore…

“These, shiny things—”

“Glitter?” you cut in. She nods.

“Yeah, glitter. They’re like… These little grains of sweetness, like—"

“Like sugar?”

“Yeah!”

It makes sense, you suppose. From the sound of it, the pillows you got her were basically like big, sugary cakes. If that was the case, then… If you got those bone-shaped ones like you intended to, would they have tasted like… soft bones?

“Well…” you start, but a yawn shoves its way amidst your sentence, “I’m glad you like it. There’s a whole bag of ‘em for you on the counter,” you sigh, pointing to the bags filled with pillows behind you. You rub your eyes as you climb up onto her, wrapping your arms around her middle and burying your face into her chest. Lupa pats your back, coaxing a relaxed sigh out of you with only a few gentle rubs. Pat-pat-pat. It's a routine that the two of you had learned during your time together.

You have plenty of time to react, to back out, but you’re much too comfy to bother. She offers a soothing ‘shhhhh…~’ as she hefts you closer, pressing your face into her thickly-furred chest. You’d realized you forgot to make dinner, or to even shower once you’d come home. It’s a fleeting thought which dissipates as you hear the breeze outside, as though the wind itself had blown your worries away. Soon, you find yourself drifting to sleep. You do manage to eek out one last thought, however.

“G’night, Lulu…”

“My name’s not ‘Lulu’, dweeeeb.” Lupa’s groan sounds muffled. Distant, though you could barely make out its indignant tone. You’re already well on your way to dreamland, so her voice is a faraway echo.

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You wake up. Begrudgingly.

A ray of light hits your eye with the kind of precision that makes you wonder if the heavens themselves wanted to wake you up. You have no choice but to oblige, but it’s not like you’re going to be happy about it. You indignantly squeeze the soft, grey plush that you’re hugging, affectionately rubbing your cheek against it as you long to return to your peaceful slumber.

“Hey, Lulu—Lupa?” You ask your plush, catching yourself as you remember Lupa’s complaint from the previous night. “What time is it…?” You at least remember that it’s the weekend as well. No panicking about your job, no specific time at which you need to wake up. You hug your plush closer, letting out a content little murmur and nuzzling into its short, fuzzy pelt. She doesn’t respond.

“Lupa?” you ask again, slightly more alert this time around. Maybe she’s just as sleepy as you. Dragging her out of bed is always a trial. However… You sluggishly come to realize that the plush you’re hugging feels… different. It lacks the warmth you’d come to expect from your friend. Its fur is too short, feeling more like a layer of fuzz instead of a thick pelt. You tear your face away from it, and���Oh. This isn’t Lupa.

It’s one of your other plushes! It’s in the form of a small lizard – no, a kobold, you remember – with dark brown hair that’s streaked with soft, pink highlights. It wears a small, pink shirt with a white heart… You think you named this one… Jennifer? You feel a little bad for nearly forgetting its name, but it’s been so long. You usually keep this one tucked away in your bedroom... What’s Jen doing here, though? And where’s Lupa?

Leaving it on the couch, you sit up and wipe the sleep from your eyes. It’s not like Lupa to leave you in bed like this. Why, you’re almost offended. You could practically feel your joints creak as you stand up, and take a much-needed moment to stretch. Your body yearns for more downtime, but you really ought to find your friend first. You feel pretty confident that you could convince her to come back to bed with you. Maybe you’ll opt for your real bed, though. That couch is rough.

A hollow, plastic thump from the bathroom is your first and only lead. It sounds like a shampoo bottle hitting the floor, maybe? What’s she doing in there...? It’s not like her to try and take a shower.

But… As you lift your shirt to your nose and wince, you figure that once you find her, maybe you could probably get cleaned up.

“Hey, Lupa?” You call as you knock on the door. No response. You knock again, and still nothing. You’d almost assume there was nobody inside, if it weren’t for that recurring shuffling noise, only broken up by the occasional sound of an object hitting the floor. Then, you hear what could only be described as a plastic avalanche.

“Lu—” Oh, forget it. You don’t bother calling her again. You turn the knob and abruptly shove the door open. Thankfully, it wasn’t locked. “Lupa, are you… okay…?”

Your bathroom was already on the smaller side, even without bottles of shampoo, conditioner, oil, and bodywash littering what little floorspace there is. You look at the floor for only a brief moment, just to make sure you don’t trip over anything, because the mess isn’t what really grabs your attention.

It takes your bleary eyes and sleep-addled mind a moment to catch up with what you’re seeing. A wolf, covered in a bright, pink coat of fur, is leaned over the sink. At least, you think it’s a wolf? She’s tall, heavyset, and her wagging tail is busy sweeping the shelves and adding to the mess on the floor. From the way she swears under her breath as she glares into the mirror, she looks agitated about something. Her green collar jingles as she shifts her weight, using her fat paws to mess with her blonde hair. Seams line her joints, giving her a plush, toylike look. It reminds you of another wolf that you know…

“Oh—” A piece of red fabric slips from her paws, gliding to the floor. The… wolf, lets out a sigh as she bends over to pick it up. “I swear, fifth time this morning…” She softly whines, “I’m like, never gonna get this ri—”

Her gaze meets yours, and she freezes. You suddenly feel a lot more aware of your own presence in this small room. Your eyes are as wide as dinnerplates as you stare into her singular, golden eye. You don’t know what she’s going to do- you don’t even know what to say – words don’t come easy when you’re this tired. Thankfully, she speaks first.

“Ohmygosh, you’re awake!!~☆” Before you can react, she scoops you up into her arms! She nuzzles your cheek, planting kiss after kiss on you as you try to push her away. “Oh, I’m so glad you’re finally here! You were still asleep so I wanted to like, get a head start on the day!”

“H-Hey! Stop!” You shout, hands firmly pressed against her cheeks in an effort to counter her assault. But that only stops her from kissing you. The plush switches tactics, pressing you against her heavy chest. And it is heavy. Lupa was already very… ‘Soft’, you’d say, but this chest was even bigger. A thick layer of fur sits on top of it too, like a dewlap, giving it an even rounder, fuzzier shape… She rubs you against her body, swaying her thick hips and letting out quiet, affectionate canine whines...

Pah!! You gasp for air once you push yourself away from her for a second time. You’re still in her grip, though, and she looks down at you with a warm smile.

“Who, are you.” You ask as you take a moment to breathe. “Where’s Lupa?”

Your intruder tilts her head, letting out a confused “Wruff?” She then puts a paw on her hip, giving you a look. You try to wriggle out of her grip, but you find that her other arm is more than strong enough to keep you where you are. You close your eye as she tightens her hold a bit, smushing you up against the lower half of her white bust.

“Um, duhhh. You’re like, looking right at her?” She replies with a roll of her eye, a playfully indignant edge to her otherwise cheery voice. She’s picked up a bit of an accent too. It’s not an accent you’ve heard since you lived in Cali. She giggles. It’s an especially bubbly, girly sound as she covers her mouth with a pink paw. But. Wait.

This is Lupa?

“But—Lu—Wh—How--” How, how could this be possible? You shake your head in an effort to keep your thoughts in order, “You look. Different, though.” Her expression wilts, and her shoulders sink as she lets out a sigh...

“I knooooowww….” comes her drawn out reply, punctuated as she dejectedly looks at the floor. Before you can ask what to do, she continues. “I haven’t been able to like, put my hair up at all today…”

“I- That’s- Don’t you think you’re kinda missing the point?” You ask slowly. Forget the hair, what about everything else?

“Ouhh,,,” she groans… “Could you like, gimme a paw, Babe? I look terrible without my ponytail!” She runs her paws through her smooth, blonde mane for emphasis, lifting it up before letting it drop past her shoulders once more. “Like, I’m totally not myself at all…”

You grimace. She’s not listening…

“…Alright.” You settle on a simply reply, but your mind is racing. You decide to accept it. For now. You get the feeling that – if this really is Lupa, your chances of getting through to her right now are slim. “I’ll, uh, I’ll help you.” She lights right up in response, her eye sparkling with simple adoration. Her tail starts wagging again, turning into a pink and white blur!

“Really? Oh, thanks hun!~” She lilts, voice dripping with an uncharacteristically sugary sweetness, squeezing you into another hug before mercifully letting you go. You pick up the bow that she’d dropped before, and you follow her back to the mirror. You pull a small box out from under the counter. Stepping onto it, you get to work. You’re a good deal more dexterous than your lupine buddy, so you’re able to tie her hair up easily enough. You’ve done a good job at collecting it into a fluffy ponytail. With so much hair to work with, it still reaches down to her hips. You give the ends of her bow a few gentle tugs, just to make sure it’s tight, before letting go.

“And… done. What do you think?”

She hums as she looks over her reflection, leaning in once more. Her chest smushes against the sink, letting out the quietest little squeee~eak as she applies more pressure. While she’s busy, you take the opportunity to study her a bit more closely…

She runs her bright, pink paws through her hair, combing it straight with her sparkly, magenta claws. She tilts her head one way, then the other, causing her doglike ears to flop to the side. Those ears… They’re probably the biggest things that confused you when you first saw her.

Aside from. Everything else.

However, thanks to those ears, you couldn’t tell whether she was really a wolf or not. Right now, she looks more like a big dog... Her tail lazily swings behind her, and it’s hard to ignore the way it baps against your side.

At least that part’s still the same.

What isn’t the same is how… short, it is? No, not short. As you grab it, you realize that it’s just completely curled up now, to the point where it no longer drags along the floor. Pure white fur covers the end and bottom of it, with a dark purple border separating it from the rest of her pink coat. A few purple spots cover the rest of her, mainly her haunches, ears, and the entirety of one of her feet. She hums as she continues to inspect herself, her tail pausing its assault now that you’re stroking it. She straightens up and presses and squeezes her chest. …And you blush a bit for even noticing, but it’s definitely bigger. It looks much softer too, with a dewlap-like tuft of fur resting on top of it and accentuating its inviting softness.

The spikes on her collar are completely gone. You could hear the jingle of its now heart-shaped zipper handle as it bounces against her chest. She’s hefting it now, pursing her plump, glossy, pink lips… After a while, she seems to be satisfied.

“I think I look great, hun~” She lilts, looking back down at you with a warm grin. “Thank you so much!” Even her voice is smoother, higher than before, with none of its former gruffness to be found.

“You’re… welcome!” You try your best to sound convinced! From the way her expression dampens, she isn’t fully buying it…

“Is something wrong, hun?” She asks, tilting her head. You aren’t sure what’s worse. The way you feel, or the fact that she figured you out so easily.

“Well—” You hesitate. “You’re…” She tilts her head the other way, ears flopping to the other side. “Lulu, something’s wrong. Sorry- I mean, Lupa—”

“Lulu?” she cuts in. Stunned, you look up at her. That was the first time her voice didn’t sound like it was dipped in sugar. She almost sounded normal…

“Um— Yeah…? It’s like, the nickname I use… You um, you say you don’t like it, but I keep using it ‘cause of the way your tail wags and, well, it’s—"

“Oh, honey.”

She cuts your rambling short. Lulu kneels down in front of you, and her heavy paws rest on your shoulders. With how sweet her new demeanor was up to this point, the hardness of her expression is almost scary.

“I. Fluffin’.

LOVE IT~!”

You watch as she jumps up, throwing her arms toward the ceiling! Her tail wags anew, threatening to lay waste to whatever might be behind her.

“Lulu…~” She repeats affectionately, “It’s like, soooo me~ Why wouldn’t I think it’s, like, totally adorbs?” Then, she gasps! She leans towards you, chest wobbling with the sudden movement. “Can you like, never ever stop calling me that? Pleeease?~”

You simply nod, still at a total loss.

“Yaaaay~!” She cheers! “I’m Lulu now…~ Mnhehehee, waff waff!~ Wrraff wraff wraff—”

“Lulu!” you plead over your friend’s excited barking.

“Wrruff? Ohhh… You like, had a question, right? Hehehe, sorry, sorry!” She giggles, before gently bonking herself with a balled-up paw. “I like, totally forgot…~ I’m like, suuuch an airhead today~” She offers a grin, swaying her hips as her tail swings left and right.

“…Or am I like, a stuffing…head?” She hums as she navigates this new conundrum, only snapped out of it as you put a hand on her thigh.

“Wrff?”

“Lulu, follow me.”

“’Kay!~”

You leave the bathroom with her, and you’re happy to be out of that stuffy, tight room. You lead her toward the couch, sitting down and patting the space next to you. She follows suit, but opts to climb on, laying her head on your lap. Without thinking, your hand rests atop her head, right between those floppy, spotted ears. She lets out a pleased little huff, smiling widely…

“So, Lup— Lulu. How do you feel…?” You opt to start small. You don’t have a plan, but you want to get to the bottom of this in some way.

“Like, I was pretty good before, but now…? Wrrffhfhh,,,~” She lilts, voice airy with scritch-fueled bliss. She rolls onto her back, wiggling and pushing herself further onto you. She’s got her paws folded up on either side of her chest, and she cutely looks up at you.

“Like, can you rub my tummy? Um, please?”

The question catches you off guard. Lupa would never.

Well. That’s a lie. Lupa would, but you recall the ways she would dress the question up.

‘You should like— rub my belly or whatever. If you want.’

‘Hey. Wolves need rubs. So…’

‘Hey, can you… Y’know, uh—'

And that’s if she even asks at all. You remember being the one to take the initiative usually. Judging from the way she reacted to them, and the way she’s asking now… You hum as you start connecting some dots. You know that this is Lupa, at least in some form. You know that she’s acting a lot like her, but in a way that’s… well, different. You aren’t sure how to describe it yet.

“Sure,” you reply, and your hands go right to her soft, round belly. She arches her back as your fingers sift through her dense, white fur… Her tongue slips between her lips, flopping to one side… She closes her eye, splaying her fingers and squirming in your lap.

“So.  Lulu…” You try to get things back on track.

“Wrrffhhhyeahh…?~”

“Do you feel any… different, at all?” You venture. “Does anything feel… I dunno, off?”

“Hhmnhh~I’m not…?” She hums as her tail sweeps the couch. “Whadda shame…~ Are you, liiike, pawsitively sure ‘n stuff…?”

“I’m preeetty sure…” You stop rubbing her, and she lazily opens her eye as she recovers from her bliss. “You’re not usually like this, y’know,” you continue. “You’re usually rude. Maybe even a little mean at times. You call me things like ‘dweeb’ and ‘dork’ and—” You catch yourself, rubbing your face into your sleeve. You sigh. Don’t want to get too emotional. Why are you getting emotional?

“This just feels… weird… This isn’t you.”

“But this is me!” She replies, putting her paws to her chest. “I’m… um, I’m like, sorry I was mean to you before…” She shuffles closer to you, rubbing her cheek against your middle. “I could make it up to you!”

You simply stare down at her.

Why are you even feeling this way? The question briefly crosses your mind. Maybe you’re just tired? That could be part of it, but you get the feeling that that’s not the real reason.

Something feels wrong. It’s hard to ignore the tinge of worry in the back of your head. The feeling that this just, isn’t her. It doesn’t feel real. The way she’s acting doesn’t feel real. You aren’t sure whether you feel like you’re interacting with a saccharine mirror of your girlfriend, or whether to feel that the way she’s acting isn’t sincere in some way. Is it safe to say it feels shallow? Whatever this is, is it temporary? Permanent?

You’re only numbly aware of her voice. You feel her move, relieving your thighs of her weight. Something soft brushes against your head, and your cheek, but you don’t care.

Until she kisses you.

Time resumes as you feel her lips press against yours. Her paws hold you still, keeping you steady. Her thick, stubby thumbs gently rub the sides of your face, drying your cheeks of tears that you didn’t know were there. The dog furthers her advance, and you could feel her bust press against your chest. Her lips feel as good as they look. Soft, supple, comforting as they smush and rub against your own. After a moment, she breaks the kiss, tilting her head as she looks you over. You let her rub your cheeks some more, drying them with her fur. In a voice that would be uncharacteristic of her only a day ago, she asks you a simple question.

“Hey. You okay, Squirt?”

Squirt? Didn’t Lupa…

“Um, I’m sorry for being mean to you…” she continues, fidgeting with her paws. “I’m—I don’t remember it, like, not really, but I’m so, so sorry…” Her voice sounds genuine enough. Genuine, and full of regret.

“Hey, Lulu?” you ask. Her ears perk up.

“Yes?” she replies with a tilt of her head.

“What did you call me just now?”

“Um…” She scratches her head, looking away as she gives it some thought. “It was… um… Hmm… Wrfffh, like, what did I call you…?”

“It was—” you speak up, but she claps her paws.

“Oh, yeah! Squirt! It’s, like, this nickname I had for you…” She looks back at you, curling her finger around a lock of hair. Her tail wags cautiously. “It’s… It’s because you’re like, so small, y’know? You’re small and cute and I thought it like, totally fit you…”

“You… think I’m cute?” you ask, feeling something lighten in your chest. She nods vigorously.

“Like, duh! Of course I think you’re cute! You’re always so niceys to me, and you’re so holdable too…” She looks down, wrapping her arms around herself. “It’s like… I dunno, when I look at you… I feel like I wanna protect you ‘n stuff.”

You kinda get it now, and the thought of it is… hard to process. What you do understand is: Under all of that sparkly pink, she’s a lot more like Lupa than you first thought. You look around, remembering something. The pillows that you gave her last night – they’re gone. Did she...? Did they…?

“Hey… Lulu? What happened last night? Do you remember? After I fell asleep?”

“Uhhmmm…. You… You did fall asleep…” She begins, “And then…”

She taps her chin. “I ate a whooole lot. There was, um… Oh! They tasted really good… So sweet and chewy, and…”

You snap your fingers a few times. Focus. She blinks.

“Oh! Right- Um, so I totally ate a bunch, and I started feeling, like… lightheaded? Liike…” She snickers, putting a paw to her cheek… Her other paw brushes against her chest. “Nhehehe, it felt really good… I felt all soft and fuzzy and, like…~ Y’know…~” The more she spoke, the dreamier her voice got, and the thicker her valleygirl accent became. She was a giggling mess by the time her short story ended.

Of course. Of course it was the pillows you gave her. They must’ve done something to her, something that brings you back to your younger days. You were never much of a drinker, at least not when you’re alone. However, you seem to recall the times you sampled the wine when at a party, or a friend’s wedding. …The memories make you cringe. You were such a lightweight.

“So, like… I dunno~” Lupa continues, rubbing her paw against her chest, “It’s like, totally fuzzy after that… Hey, you’re okay, right?” She asks, looking up at you with a big, shining eye. You have to admit, you feel better. Though, there’s one more thing that’s still needling you. Your recent doubts, your insecurities, they…

“Hey. Lulu?”

“Mm’yeah?”

“Do you, um…” You clear your throat, fighting the urge to just swallow the question. Now isn’t the time to be shy about it...

“You like me, right?”

“Like you? I love you, hon. I’ve always loved you.”

Just that is almost enough to make you cry again.

“Alright—” You stop to sniffle. Lulu is already kneeling down and holding your shoulders, ready to help.. Now that you kind of understand what’s happening, you do feel better. Really. If anything, you feel bad for worrying so much. So, you simply give a…

“Yeah,” as you rub your reddening cheek. “Yeah, I’m okay.” Lulu lets out a short gasp, then gives a grin as bright as the sunshine outside.

“Yaaaay~!” She cheers, putting her paws together and tilting her head. Her butt sways as she gleefully wags her tail. “I was like, so totally worried. You looked so scared… You were… You were crying…”

“I was not crying!” you huff! You don’t know why you’re putting up such a show.

“Yes, you were~” she lilts, but her tail soon slows its wagging, sinking to the floor. “But, um, that’s okay. It’s like, okay to cry. I’m like, ree~ally sorry I made you feel that way…”

“Lulu, listen, I…” You’re not quite sure where you’re going with this sentence, so you cut it short to give it more thought. You settle on, “You don’t have to apologize,” as you put your hand on her head. She sticks her tongue out in response - blep! – and her tail curls back up.

“Wrrffmmh… Well… If I like, can’t apologize or whatever, what if I… kissed you instead, huh?~”

And she does just that, draping her pink arms over your shoulders as she lunges in, planting those supple lips wherever they happen to end up! Your cheek seems to be the lucky winner for today, getting a cute, pink lipstick stain as its reward. She doesn’t let up either, slowly wrapping you in a hug and lifting you up.

“Hey, um,,,~ As much as I’d love to make out with you on the couch, there’s like, so much more space on the bed.” She gives you a bit of a sultry look which, combined with her bubbly demeanor and pouty lips, causes you to blush. It doesn’t go unnoticed, and a bubbly giggle fills your ears as she princess carries you down the hall.

Lulu gently sets you down on your bed, before crawling on after you. Before you know it, your back’s against the headrest, and she’s looming above you. Her chest slightly wobbles as her whole body gently squirms, rebounding from the momentum of her swaying hips. Her tail sweeps the air behind her, betraying her mischief.~

She descends upon you, pressing her snout to your face once again for another tender kiss, smushing her plushie bosom against your entire upper body. She goes in for kiss after warm, soothing kiss, only stopping once your face is covered in waxy magenta. Desperate to hold onto anything, your hands land on the upper half of her tits, feeling its inches-thick fur and endless softness squish against your palms as she leans in once more.

“Aww, honey…” She speaks quietly, “Looks like I toootally made a mess. Let’s get you cleaned up…~” Her tongue, surprisingly warm to the touch, gently drags across your cheeks, before moving to your nose. She tilts her head, breathing against you, filling your ears with the wet, encompassing sounds of doggy snoofling and gentle licking fill your ears…

She looks you over after a bit. Seemingly satisfied that your face is ‘clean’, she leans in – smushing her tits around your chest once again – and plants one last kiss, right on your now-pink lips.

“Aww!~” She teases, “Now you kinda look like me~” Her paw plants itself on your head a few times. Pat pat pat.~ You groan, both from how corny that was, and how embarrassingly aroused you are… She lifts off of you, rolling over and resting on her butt next to you.

“C’mere, Squirt~” She beckons, patting her middle welcomingly. “I’m like, sooo comfy cozy~”

And you oblige. Following her to her new spot, you move to lay on her, but she puts up a finger and stops you.

“Nuh-uh-uh~”, she says, before pointing down. You follow her finger to where it’s pointing. Past her chest, her flat(ter, which isn’t saying much) tummy, down to… Oh wow.

You look down at the white, fluffy space between her legs, before looking back at her. She tilts her head and gives you a smirk, answering your silent question with a nod.

“Like, do it, cutie~”

You follow your pup’s order, bending down and bringing your face closer to her fuzzy crotch. It’s a bit of an awkward position, and you wonder how you’re going to go about it, but she figures all of that out for you. She lifts her legs up and rests them on your back, pulling your face in until it hits her nullspot with a muffled thwump.~ You squirm and let out a few muffled protests, but you only hear her giggle in response, putting a paw to her lips.

“Sorry hun, can’t hear you~” She lilts, “Hey, since you’re down there, why don’t you like, give me a little nuzzle, huh~?” You’re feeling defiant, though, so you try to pull yourself out first. You don’t get far. You manage to get your face about an inch away from her crotch, but her legs are much stronger than you thought. She only bends them a little, and you find yourself firmly trapped once more. It was hard to see it past her rack, but you did manage to catch a glimpse of her smug, pouty-lipped look… There’s no sharp grin like Lupa had, but Lulu’s warm, yet teasing smile has you blushing all the same. This is so embarrassing… and hot.

You grumble, getting to work… As your nose sifts deeper into her downy fur, you get a whiff of strawberry… Whatever you’re doing, it’s working, as you hear Lulu’s breath hitch- and her thighs squeeze you from either side, keeping you right where you are.~

“Y’know,,, Wrrffh, I, um… I’ve actually got a lotta nicknames for you, but none of them are as good as Lulu is… I’m like, so not a creative puppy...” she softly admits between huffs and wrrffs.

“There’s, like…~ Wrrrwwrr, there’s Sweetums…~ Lovey…~ Cupcake…~ Mmmnnh,,,~” You’re not sure if she’s stifling a moan, or thinking about cupcakes now. “Actually, Cupcake totally fits you…~ Maybe I’ll use that from now on, sound good~?”

It’s not like you can answer, so you nuzzle even deeper. Huffing her strawberry scent while she arches her back. You hope she gets the message.

“Ah~ah! Ah, ah~lright, Cupcake it is…~” You feel her paw rest on your head once more. You let out a tiny moan as she runs her fingers through your hair, using those glittery claws to scritch your scalp. “You’ve like, totally been a good girl, Cupcake, sooo…~”

Lulu lifts her legs and rests them on either side of you, freeing you. She helps you as you climb up onto her, draping her arms over her sides as your head rests against her chest… She nuzzles into your hair, planting a kiss on your head…

You lay there for a bit, but you two eventually muster the will to get on with the rest of the day. You cook, she watches. On more than one occasion, you have to pull her away from the window when she spots a bird or barks at the mailman. Eventually, as the sun goes down, you two find your way back to bed. Her paws rest on your back as you nestle against her oversized chest, and you drift off to sleep…

--

You both stir from your slumber at nearly the same time. Lupa’s rumbling groans fill your ears as she raises herself up.

“Mornin’, dude…” She yawns, before completely removing herself from you. Resting nearby, she takes a moment to rub her eye. “What happened yesterday? I’m drawin’ a complete blank here… Whoa!”

She looks a bit surprised when you cling to her, squeezing her middle as you rub your face against her. You could hear her tail swish-swish-swish against the sheets, and a paw rests securely atop your head.

“Hey buddy, what’s wrong? Not that I don’t appreciate the attention, but.. somethin’ up?”

You take a deep breath, just to collect your thoughts. And since your nose is still buried in all that fur, you get a healthy dose of her scent in the process. That fruity smell is gone, replaced with something more… animalistic? You eventually compose yourself enough to look up at her, and you agree to talk about it. After you’ve both cleaned up, that is.

Later, after you’ve had enough time to collect your thoughts, you talk to Lupa about the previous day’s events. At first, it seemed like she didn’t remember even a bit of her other self, so you had to take extra time to explain a few things. As your story continued, she seemed to get better and better at filling in the blanks. It isn’t going as bad as it could’ve been, but – judging by the steadily dawning horror on her face, you figure it could be going better too. Her head is in her paws by the time you finish, and you could feel the heat coming from her. As she sits in silence, you take a moment to drink your coffee.

“So that’s- basically what happened,” you finish. “We ended up falling asleep, and… Well.” You never did know how to end a story. It didn’t help that your audience’s silence was making you feel just the slightest bit awkward. By the time your story drew to its conclusion, Lupa had fewer and fewer things to say. Her reaction is unreadable, hidden behind her paws.

“Lupa?”

“Dude...” Her voice rumbles. Her paws hit the table as she stands. Her lips pull back to reveal her sharp teeth. Plastic as they were, they still looked as threatening as the real thing. Her cheeks are burning red. “What. Is your problem.”

“Wh-What?” your voice cracks. What’s happening?

“Grrwwwhat do you mean, ‘what’?!” She throws her arms out to her sides, raising her voice. “You— You give me some weird pillows, you turn me into a— a bimbo, and you expect me to just take that?! What’s your fuckin’ deal?”

“I didn’t know, Lupa! When has that ever happened before!? How was I supposed to know?” You retort, but she doesn’t let up.

“And so, what, did you even try to help me? Or is this-“ She pauses as she gestures toward herself, “Not good enough for you? Was that dog more to your liking? Maybe I should eat some more o’ those stupid pillows.”

“Lupa,” you plead, “Tell me, what was I supposed to do? I told you, I tried to figure out what happened to you, but… I didn’t know what to do.” You rub your shoulder as you look towards the table. “So I… I decided to just, ride it out with you.”

Was there something that you could’ve done? Maybe you could have tried to give her a normal pillow. Something to balance out the… sweetness that she possessed.

“I’m… Um, sorry.” The apology she offers is curt, but you could see the softness in her expression. She bites her lip, ears folding back. “I just… can’t believe I’d act that way, y’know? It’s… kinda embarrassin’. It’s not me. I’m not…” You make a small hum, looking down at your now-lukewarm coffee. It’s a quiet, noncommittal noise. You bite the inside of your cheek as you consider your next response carefully.

“I think it is you.” But not that carefully. Lupa’s face darkens.

“What.”

“I mean,” you quickly add with a frantic wave of your hand. “Not the bimbo stuff, but… the tenderness. The love. That was you. In that way, you weren’t acting too far from the way you normally do; it was just- amplified, I guess?” She crosses her arms as she listens to you, looking away by the time you’re done.

“I know you love me, but… It, just feels like you’re holding yourself back, Lu.” You stand up, walking around the table to meet her. Unsurprisingly, her tail starts to move as you wrap your arms around her. “Could you please be nicer to me? I’d really appreciate it.”

“I—“ She falters, “I’m plenty nice!”

“You weren’t nice just now.” You frown up at her wry, unconvincing grin, “You were pretty mean, actually.” She grits her teeth.

“…I know… I’m, I’m sorry, hon’. I didn’t… I don’t know why I thought you’d…”

She looks tense, from the way her shoulders hunch up as she rubs her arm. You sigh, and motion for her to kneel down. As she does, her cheeks slide into your waiting palms.

“I just… I worry. Sometimes. A lot,” she says, with a certain shortness of phrase that you’ve become quite familiar with.

“About what?”

She doesn’t answer.

“Lulu, you can talk to me about anything. You know that.” Your voice is as soft as you can make it, as you give her cheeks a bit of a squeeze… She lets out a groaning ‘wrrffh’ as you do that, closing her eye.

“Listen…” She replies, “It’s… it’s a lot. It’s hard. I… I-I-I don’t…”

You sigh. You muse that this might go deeper than she's comfortable with. It doesn’t make you feel any less disappointed though. Gosh, is she shaking?

“I understand. By the way, do you wanna do anything about your ponytail?” You move the conversation along, letting go of her.

“My what?” Lupa reaches up behind her ears, freezing as she feels her hair, and the linen holding it up. “Uh.” She slowly runs a paw down and through her ponytail… “I… Haha, well… Here, Squirt. Let’s put it this way. Are you gonna mention what happened yesterday ever again?”

You squint. You totally see what she’s doing. She’s kicking the can down the road, but with a shake of your head, you accept her terms. You won’t let her off the hook for acting that way that easily, but right now? You’re just happy to see her feeling okay.

“Then no,” she replies, standing back up. “I won’t do anything about it.” For the first time this morning, you smile.

“So you really like it?”

“I never said that,” she blows you off, “It’s, uhh. Y’know, it makes me look...”

Cute.

“…Cool,” she totally lies, putting her paws on her hips. “It makes me look cool. I’ve got that, uh, that biker girl look goin’ on.”

“If you’re sure…” you muse. Her ears turn toward you, and she gives you a look.

“I’m serious! I look good. It’s like, totally me.”

“Admit it. You look cute. You feel cute.” You say. She rolls her eyes.

“Haha, yeah… Maybe. Anyway, you wanna go make breakfast now, or do you wanna keep teasin’ me?”

You could feel your tummy growl.

“Fair enough… C’mon, Lulu.”

“Lulu?”

“Do you not like it?”

“I…” She hesitates, and her expression is hard to read. Eventually, Lupa sighs, and the faintest smile could be seen as she rubs her snout.

“Yeah, Cupcake. Guess I do.”

[legend-the-dumb-jock]

Eric was was tired from the day say to working of his boring customer service job. Being yelled at day in and day out was not what he had planned on doing with the rest of his life. Now being at the age of 32 he began to thin about what he was actually achieving with his life. Was he ever going to amount to anything? Closing up the store for the night he began to walk home. On the side wall he seen a glimmer of a green light shinning that caught his attention. Bending down and picking it up seem that it was coming from something that was wrapped up in a crumbles piece of paper. Unfolding it he found a green stone with carvings on it.

It was like something that Eric had never seen before. Reading the paper it didn’t seem like it was in a language that he had ever heard of before. But the stone was nice so he pocketed the find and continued on his way home.

At home he took his shoes offs and stretched. it was a long and he was so glad to be home. Then he heard the normal banging on the roof of his apartment as the older lady upstairs demanded that his dog be quiet. Looking at the corner his dog was laying down in his cage and just simpered. “Rex have you been a good boy ?” Rex’s tail wagged. Eric loved the dog but he hated that he had to keep him in the crate all day. Even worse that he couldn’t manage to keep him quiet and he didn’t want to put a bark collar on him. Rex was let out and they played together. Eric turned the tv on and Rex cuddled up beside him. Eric forgot all about the stone until he went to sit down and he felt it poking at his side. Pulling the stone back out with the paper he tried to read the paper again. This time sounding the words out. Again nothing making any sense at all. The two of them continued to watch tv until REX and Eric both fell asleep on the couch.

That might Eric had a strange dream. Running around on all fours. Chasing things. Barking. Barking non stop and eating fry food. Nothing made sense.

The next morning—-when both Rex and eric woke up. , they found that they were looking at their own bodies.

Confused eric began to show “what is going on!” But nothing came out but barks as he began to plead. While eric struggled to form words with his new human tongue. The thumps from the old lady upstairs came and eric immediately shut up. Rex looked to the ceiling and growled. But catching his reflection in a mirror, he walked on all fours to it. And began to examine what he was looking at. Then out of no where there was a laugh! Eric began to back away slowly. Rex now in Eric’s body began to stand slowly as his new human body gave him the balance he needed. And then “Rex! Here boy!” His first command! He was learning fast from the human brain he was now inhabiting. Eric slowly walked to the dog that was now in control of his body. Rex picked him up, placing him in the cage. Eric was horror struck. Why was going on!

Rex disappeared into his bedroom and it wasn’t long before he came back out. Without a shirt on. Only shorts. “I’m going out for a run! I’m going to stretch my legs since I never get to do that!” He demanded as he laced up Eric’s wide smelly 16s that Rex always fought to chew on. And it wasn’t long before rex was out the door.

Hours seemed to pass while Eric was in the cage. Whimpering. Trying not to make a sound. Afraid of what was happening. And then he seen the green light from the stone catch his eye. This had to be what done this !! He tried to claw his way out of the cage but nothing worked. He heard keys jingle at rh door and soon Rex was back home. Stinky and sweaty. Smelling like he hadn’t showed in weeks. Coming into the living room he kicked his shoes off on and walked around the apartment sweating the place up. Making it smell like a locker room. “This body smells so good ! I don’t know why humans never do this more! I’m going to do this more !” Eric’s own human feet we’re leaving sweat marks on the floor as he walked. Now being in the dog body Eric’s nose was on fire with all the human stink he was smelling. He began to whimper without knowing it. “REX. while I was out I had a blast. I’m going to do that more often. I even found a cute golden retriever and took a picture with it. All the dogs loved me at the dog park. I can’t imagine why.” Eric was shocked. Why he being called Rex. Why was saying he was going to do this more often ??

Eric began to whimper again. “Oh you seem confused. I’ll explain. You read this paper. It was clear. Plain as day to me what it said. The language can only be understood by an animal. You said : I agree to rules of the stone. But what you didn’t notice was on the stone there inscription : use me for a chance at change to swap your life with another. Both forces touch at once will reverse this change.” He began to laugh. “Of course you can’t read animal language though. So now here we are.” Eric didn’t know what to do. He was locked in a cage now. Rex picked up the stone and walked over to him. Was he really going to set him free ?? Was he going to set him free with the agreement that they just swap bodies?

Right in front of Eric, Rex drop the stone on the floor and cracked it. Then using a wide size 16, finished crushing it into powder. “You’re a dog now REX. Enjoy your damn life”. And with that the glowing magic of the stone faded. And Eric and Rex were sealed in their new bodies.

[a-strange-echo]

Wild nap

Pairing: Marauders x reader

Summary: a nap with the marauders and the reader.

Word count: 573

Warnings: none, just pure fluff. (Reader's gender is not mentioned) (Implied Sirius x Reader but interpretation is up to you).

Author's note: I was bored in class and made this so it's worth what it's worth. For the person who requested something, it's in the works, I started but can't find motivation to finish it right now so I am posting this to make you patient, sorry it's taking so long. As always: English is not my first langage, please be understanding and notify me if there is any mistake, I will correct them.

A few hours later, when James was supposed to be back home, Remus decided to search the whole house for him as he still haven’t seen him and was supposed to be back home for some time now. When he opened the door to the room the fox and the dog were still sleeping in, Remus didn’t expect to now see a stag cuddled up to the dog. The scenery was weird, to say the least. A full grown stag sleeping pressed to a dog that almost looked like a wolf who, himself, was curled around a small, red fox.

Remus immediately stopped when he entered the room. Here, on the floor, slept a big, black dog and a smaller fox. He knew who both these animals were, he wasn’t stupid. So he grabbed a blanket that laid on the bed they didn’t even bother to sleep on and covered both his sleeping friends with it. As quietly as he could- as he knew the fox was quite grumpy when woken up- he left the room to make himself a cup of tea.

Remus sighed. He couldn’t understand why his friends would be sleeping on the floor instead of their bed, but, mainly, why would they sleep in their animal forms? As he watched the three animals, his long day caught up to him and sleep made itself known in his body. He took a pillow from the bed and another blanket then settled next to the stag, right behind the black dog. The stag blinked his eyes open when he felt movement around him. When he noticed Remus was next to him, he pulled him more against himself with his front leg. The man now had his head resting on the stag’s stomach, the fur warm under his ear. All fell asleep like this. Cuddled to each other. Remus had to admit, it was pretty comfortable to sleep like this.

When you woke up from the nap, you were alone in the room but could hear voices coming from the living room and someone in the shower. You got up and stretched only to realise you were still in your fox form. You shifted and joined the group in the living room.

When you stepped in, you saw Lily, Mary, Dorcas and Marlene talking with Remus and Sirius. Sirius’ head shot up once he saw you and waved you over. You did as told and once you were within range, Sirius pulled you to sit on his lap. You blushed a little but were soon distracted by the photo ho showed you.

“-Look at how cute we look! I can barely see you, you were snuggled so deep in my fur, it’s covering you.”

“-You’re warm and have big paws, it’s really comfortable.” you responded. “Who took the photo?”

“-Lily did.” Sirius answered.

“-When none of you answered the door we just let ourselves in like you always do in our flat.” She explained.

“-Then we searched for you and found you all cuddled together. Lily couldn’t help herself and took a photo.” Mary continued.

“-Well, I like it a lot.” You said before Lily could make a nervous comment as you took the picture from Sirius’ hands.

He was confused at first but then he saw you get up and put it on the wall with all the others. The wall was complete now. Complete with happiness and life.

Thanks for reading, take care <3

dividers by @cafekitsune

[kindnessisweakness2]

8

Cara spent the rest of the night wrapped up in juice, getting to know all she could about the man she instantly deemed sex on legs. Emily however quietly slipped away into the garage on her own. She sighed in relief as she slumped down on a stool leaning against the large red tool box behind her. The cool metal dug into the bare skin of her back, slightly painful but the cold was relieving. She still couldn't get over the nerve of Noah. Part of her really believed he would never leave her alone. Some weird attachment thing, wanting to be her first and last. She scoffed at the thought, he would've been if she never found out the truth. The ugly painful memories wouldn't leave her brain. Since everything happened she hadn't stopped questioning herself. Did she do something wrong? Was it the way she looked? The bright hair and tattoos. The way she dressed maybe? Or it was just her. Boring, lazy Emily. She never does any thing exciting. Rather stay home, read a good book, binge watch a TV Show or cook. "What are you doing in here?" Gemma's voice made her jump. "Fuck!" Emily held her hand to her heart as if it would ease the pounding. "Sorry I was just hiding. Needed a minute. I haven't touched any thing, not snooping don't worry." Emily held her hands up and walked towards the door to leave. "My son seems to be quite smitten with you." The words made her freeze and turn to face the charming legend that was Gemma Teller. Emily had heard the whispers about her. The fiercly protective mother hen. All the girls on Jax's fling list striving for his mothers approval, all but kissing the ground she walked on, hoping she would whisper in her son's ear about how good of an old lady they would make. But Gemma had yet to properly get to know Emily. And when she did she would realise that she wasn't going to bow down to no one. The way she was raised, your respect was earned and you handled your own shit. Head held high no matter how many swings life took at you. "Don't worry mama bear, I'm not looking to worm my way in to your family. He's just being nice since everything happened with Noah." Gemma raised a knowing eyebrow at the young girl as she continued her rant. "Your son strolls around Charming using his good looks and reputation to make every girl smile and drop her knickers. As I've clearly shown with Noah, I don't share." Emily sighed rubbing her temples. "Look I'm sorry. Im not blind. I know how the women are. Trying to insert themselves into the club wanting to gain an old lady title. I get your protecting Jax, but I'm not planning on falling at his feet like everyone else." Gemma smirk stretched across her face and it irked Emily. "I see it y'know. The little looks you throw at each other. The smiles." Emily's stomach twisted at Gemmas words. Was it that obvious? I mean yeah, she was attracted to him but who wouldn't be? "This is ridiculous. We've known each other a few weeks." Gemma eyed her as she moved to sit on the stool Emily jumped from. She was different from Jax's usual choice, a million miles from Tara and the blonde porn star he recently grew fond of. Sure she'd caused some trouble with her temper but Gemma couldn't question how well she handled David Hale when he came snooping. "Deny it all you want darlin'. I'm just giving you a heads up that loving my son isn't easy. This life isn't for the weak." Emily scoffed at Gemma's words as she watched her lean back blowing out smoke from the cigarette she just lit, black and blonde curls falling from her shoulder. She warned her as if she had never loved a biker before. Noah's probation period was hard the first time, but she'd supported him regardless. He hadnt been patched long when he done her dirty. " Yeah i know. I'm still paying the price for it now." Emily spoke through gritted teeth before storming from the garage.

Jax's head snapped up at the sound of the slamming of the garage door. He'd been sat at the tables with Opie, Chibs and Happy. Juice and Cara had disappeared to somewhere quieter, either getting to know each other more or getting down and dirty. Confusion settled on his face as he spotted Emily storming across the lot, face like thunder, his mom stood leaning against the door frame watching her. Ignoring Opie calling his name, Jax got up and chased after Emily. "Em!" She heard him call her name and for some reason it just pissed her off more. "Go back to the party, I'm going home. I'll pick Cara up tomorrow when shes done fucking juice." Emily still spoke through gritted teeth, not turning to look at him once as she walked down the dark street. "What's happened? What did my mom say?" Jax questioned. He knew what his mom was like, how bitchy she could be. Gently grabbing her arm, Jax tugged her towards him stopping her angry power walk. Emily rolled her eyes, refusing to look up at him. Even in these stupid heels he was taller. "she have me the speech I'm assuming she gives every one that gets remotely friendly with you. The old lady warning." Jax sighed as Emily carried on speaking, not giving him a chance to cut in. "Look, I'll tell you what I told her. I'm not after the old lady title. I'm not a damn patch bunny, crow eater or whatever other stupid name you have for them. One biker has already caused me enough hassle so if you expect me to jump into bed with you, your fucking wrong. If you wanting to be around me has anything to do with fucking with Noah, you can fuck off too! I enjoyed watching Cara bust his balls but you seem to have an issue with him and you can leave me out of it. Don't get me wrong Teller, your sex on legs and no doubt a girls wet dream but the fact you know it and you use it to get these girls to fall for you leaving broken hearts around Charming, makes me sick." Turning on her heel, her chest heaving with anger Emily continued down the street. She managed a few steps before turning to face a shocked Jax. "And just so it's extremely clear, the notion of an old lady pisses me off. I have never and will never stand behind a man and do as I am told. I'm an all or nothing kinda girl Teller." Jax smirked at her. She'd invaded his mind since that first day she saw her. She was mouthy and short tempered and Jax honestly loved that about her. He needed people around him that he could rely on to tell him the truth. People around him were always filtering their answers, like smoky truth, trying to please him. Their reputation in town clearly made people treat them different. Some idolised, some avoided. But Emily was never rude to any of them despite what Noah did. She never pryed for information trying to make herself a permanent fixture in club life. Most wanted affiliation, to be protected. Emily never seemed to want anything. Jax closed the distance between them, smirk still stretched across his face. "A girls wet dream huh?" Emily's eyes widened both in shock and Suprise. "Are you kidding me? THAT is the only thing you took from my whole rant?" Jax laughed at how pissed off she was. She was so fucking adorable. "Calm down pocket. I heard everything." Her hands flew to her hips in frustration, she glared at the man infront of her. "Pocket?" Jax grinned his own hands deep in his Jean pockets. "Yeah like pocket rocket! Your always seconds away from exploding." Emily felt the heat on her cheeks and knew she was glowing red. "I've got no ulterior motive here em. I just genuinely like you. Your different, good. Noah didnt see it, clearly didn't appreciate you. My mom's pushy, always putting her foot in her mouth." Jax moved her hands from her hips, replacing them with his own. His thumbs rubbing circles on her exposed skin. Emily bit her lip. She felt like a stupid teenager, her skin tingled at his contact. He was addictive. His warmth comforting. "Come back to the party. If you want to go home later I'll take you on the bike."

Emily didn't want to agree, but one look in those baby blues and she found herself letting a smiling Jax lead her back to the party.

[warcats-cat]

Not Far Away

Read on A03!

Read the Original: Long Road Home (also on A03!)

A/N: It's been so long! I'm so sorry! I've been stewing on this for literally months and I just haven't been able to actually *post* it, so I'm cutting it off now and just sending it out into the world. This one is a one-shot that's pretty long, but I do have a multi-chapter sequel also in the works! I just decided I wanted this out first. Special thanks to @thecrowslullaby and @lickoutyourbrains on tumblr for beta'ing this and many other wips for me. Please let me know if I need to add any more tags!

(Takes place after Long Road Home but before Wide Eyed In Wonder.)

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Of all the things that would take time to adjust to, Patton wouldn’t have considered the amount of time spent doing nothing, just sitting in the carriage as it drove. Roman wanted to hold the reins almost constantly, and the other three would shuffle between sitting inside and sitting on top of the carriage itself.

The first few days, Patton had found himself fascinated by how spacious the little room was; it looked nowhere near as sizable from the outside. The inside benches were lightly cushioned, so one could stretch and lay down for a nap, and they were long enough to fit two people sitting comfortably. Logan spent a lot of time reading and taking notes, pulling a long desk-tablet down from the wall to keep his writing steady.

Virgil had spent several days trying to teach Patton some dice and card games, using the tablets, to mixed success.

The roof of the carriage was carefully guarded with a railing and gate that had to be hooked into place or Roman would refuse to drive. There was a bench up there, as well, although this one had no padding. (That didn’t stop Patton from sleeping on it occasionally; the steady motion was relaxing enough to ignore the hard surface. And certainly, it was more or less as comfortable as anything he had slept on at Wardenthall Manor.)

But outside of losing games of chance, watching the various roads and woods pass by, or borrowing Logan’s books, there was nothing to do. Patton wasn’t used to being so bored.

He wouldn’t go back to Wardenthall Manor for all the money in the world, but at least when he was there he’d been busy. There were letters to run into town, packages to collect, trinkets to dust and polish and all manner of things to keep clean. He took kitchen duty every other day. And several of the other staff often took advantage of the knowledge that if something wasn’t done, Patton would be blamed for it.

Even when he wasn’t doing chores, he took a lot of time to fix his clothes and blankets, knead used lumps of wax back into some semblance of candles, keep lists of what the manor and his own supplies were low on. Very rarely, when he’d been younger, he would sneak into His Grace’s library to find something to read.

He loved the opportunity to travel, but there was no real busywork until they stopped to make camp, and even then, the others only gave him the lightest share.

He was laying down now, on his side, trying (and probably failing) to discreetly watch Logan as the other man was reading. He could just barely see around the edge of the book from this angle, and looking up, the scholar’s face was lit beautifully by the mid-afternoon light. He looked like a warm painting, almost. His eyes flicked around the pages while his face twitched with the thoughts of whatever he was reading; small smiles or frowns, his lips pressing together as he made a note of something he disagreed with.

That was one of Patton's favorite things about Logan; he annotated all of his books.

It was really helpful for Patton to catch up on history and events; he hadn’t exactly had the best continued education at Wardenthall Manor, not that he’d bring that up to his companions. It was embarrassing enough to be caught not understanding things; he didn’t want to bother Logan with having to tutor him too.

Besides, Patton looked forward to those annotations. They were Logan’s voice, guiding him along the pages and pointing out what was important, what needed to be given more thought. There were also occasionally translations; Logan could read and write in Runic, the written language of spells and magic, and he spent at least part of his time during stops in the various cities and towns they happened upon cross-referencing other languages that may be available for translation. His newest books would have thin strips of ribbon throughout, marking pages that needed further research.

Patton thought he was brilliant.

Virgil would be up on top of the carriage right now; playing with his strings or sketching patterns, ‘keeping an eye out for assailants’. Bandits were apparently a rare but unfortunate hazard of traveling via the main roadways, and though the carriage had some form of magical protection, and all three of his companions were well-seasoned fighters, they tried to avoid violence as much as possible. Incapacitate instead of kill, trap instead of wound; that sort of thing.

Patton was so lost in his own thoughts, he barely noticed Logan’s gaze flicking up and catching him staring. The scholar smiled, although he continued to peruse his pages, and cleared his throat. Patton’s attention snapped right to him.

“Either you find something fascinating in my face, or you are daydreaming,” Logan said, his tone even but with a hint of mirth. Patton felt his face flush, and he stammered.

“Well – I – I mean, I didn’t mean to be staring –“ he jumped to cover his face with his hands, and struggled to get his words in order; almost missing Logan setting his book down and leaning over, gently ruffling his hair.

“It’s all right, Patton. I’m not upset.” Logan’s voice was soft, and although the fairy was still embarrassed, he felt himself calm a little further. Patton shimmied into a more comfortable position, lying on his back, and Logan leaned back onto his own bench. “We should be stopping soon, anyway; I’m at as good a passage as any to pause for the evening.” With that, the scholar folded the tablet back up and set his current book aside.

They were quiet once more, Patton watching the shadows on the ceiling and listening to the sounds of the woods around them. They would have to set up camp for the night, which would finally give Patton something to do. It was his turn to make dinner: and though all they really had was a fire, a spit, a cauldron, and a heavy cooking plate of some sort, Patton found he still enjoyed the activity. His time in the kitchens was probably the most positive memories he had from the past twelve years.

They had some oil left over from some meals in the last town; somehow, unbeknownst to the other three, Patton had ended up wandering into the inn’s back kitchen and been seen by the Innkeeper’s wife. And since he had so much trouble saying no, and his clothes were his typical worn out traveling shirt and pants, she simply assumed he was a new hire her husband forgot to mention, and put him to work.

He was back there three hours before the others found him. Poor Virgil was on the edge of a frenzy, and had little crackles of lightning running through his hair.

The Innkeepers had been grateful, though, and the people staying there quite liked Patton’s cooking, so he offered to keep cooking the second day they stayed over, to give Logan more time in the local library.

At the end of their stay, he outright refused payment, so the group was sent on their way with things Patton considered more valuable than gold - well-rendered cooking oil, fresh vegetables, and a small jar of local wild spices. Really, nothing tasted better than the things clever people could gather from the world around them. All four travelers savored every bite.

They still had a few vegetable scraps; Patton was good at rationing, and had been put in charge of food supplies by Virgil so Roman didn't cook everything in one go and waste all of their good food. The vegetables and some dried venison over a hot cooking plate with the rest of the oil would do for a good, hearty meal for them.

Finally, Patton heard Roman’s high whistle, breaking him out of his thoughts, and he felt the carriage slow to a stop. He sat up a little too suddenly, and shook his head to clear the head rush. Logan was halfway out the door already, and tried to pause to check on him, but Patton pushed himself to his feet and gestured for Logan to go ahead.

Patton wanted out.

Setting up camp was hard work, but at least it was work, and Patton set right to it before Virgil had the time to climb down or Roman could dismount.

The storage box fixed to the back of the carriage was also enchanted; Patton knew there was no way a normal luggage box could hold as much as this one did. He’d packed enough boxes for travelling nobility to know.

Opening the box, the first thing to appear was the tent itself, sturdy canvas rubbed down with wax, wrapped around the poles and nails that would support the fabric and stretch it tight. It was a fairly heavy and ungainly bundle, but Patton managed. He heard Roman say something as he hefted the supplies, but wasn’t quite certain of the words until the Prince appeared behind him, easily swiping the bundle from his arms.

“Hey!” Patton whined, “I was carrying it just fine!”

“Yes, but it’s also your turn to cook tonight,” the Prince said with a sly smile on his face, “I don’t want your arms to get tired.” Patton felt a little petulant, and grumbled wordlessly as he pulled out other supplies for Virgil and Logan to spread out and set up. Virgil took their bedrolls, giving Patton a little kiss on the cheek as he did so, and strolled off to help Roman pitch the tent.

Well, maybe it wasn’t all bad…

Logan was dutifully laying carved stones around the camp; some kind of protection circle that they used every night to ward off anything with bad intentions. Even if this was the first time he was traveling, Patton knew how dangerous the woods could be without protection. He really wished he had the nerve to ask Logan what the runes meant though, since they seemed to somehow ward off regular animals as easily as the supernatural.

Sometime later, the camp was set and protected, dinner cooking slowly over their little fire, and the sun was almost gone completely for the night. Roman was singing some traveling song with a steady rhythm; following the bouncing tune of a music box sat somewhere near the tent. He danced around the fire and occasionally pulled Logan or Virgil in for a few steps. The pair pretended to only tolerate the Prince, but Patton could see the little sparks of joy in their eyes when Roman dipped them or set them in a spin. The three were so sweet together.

Turning back to their meal, the fairy wondered once again just how they had met; how had Virgil gone from the shy orphan boy Patton remembered, to a fierce and protective fighter, and the companion of a Prince. Where had Logan come from, and how had Roman singled him out to be an advisor? When had the three agreed to become romantically involved?

What made them want him to butt in?

Patton frowned, and shook his head again, trying to clear the negative thought. They want me here, he told himself. They asked me to come. They’re my friends.

It was hard to remember, sometimes. Hard to remind himself that, despite everything, he was allowed to travel with them. More than allowed, they often said. And yet, it was hard to take Virgil’s hand carefully when they decided to walk instead of ride, and not think of Logan’s sharp eyes watching from the carriage window. It was hard to feel Virgil’s strong arms around his waist or the mage’s lips on his forehead, and not worry that the Prince was glaring at him for daring to tempt Virgil away.

It was all in his head, but that was the problem. It wouldn’t go away.

“Is the grass around here really so fascinating?” Roman’s voice was suddenly significantly closer.

Patton spluttered and looked up, right into the warm, brown, teasing eyes of the Prince himself, and felt his cheeks turn scarlet.

“I - I wasn't distracted!” He said in a rush, the only thing he could think of in the moment. Roman’s smile only widened, as he leaned in and took Patton’s hand from the stirring spoon.

“Well, then, I'll have to try harder!” The Prince declared, pulling the fairy to his feet. Patton was a little dizzy from the change, and wholly confused; even more so when he felt Roman’s hand ghost lightly over the back of his waist.

Impossibly darker red, Patton stammered and looked away, “I d- I don't know how to dance, Your Highness…” and yet, Roman laughed, and said in a conspiratorial faux whisper,

“Don't worry, neither does Logan.”

The royal advisor let out an indignant ‘hey!’, but Patton couldn't say any more before Roman had begun leading Patton in a slow, repetitive series of steps; softly murmuring praises in Patton’s ear while the fairy stared resolutely at his shoes, cheeks burning.

Roman’s hands were soft, and princely, but he had calluses at his fingertips and on his palms from driving the reins and all the finer work of travel. He swayed with Patton in rhythm as the pair circled the fire, uncaring when the fairy accidentally stepped on his feet or stumbled. Thankfully, dancing was just patterns of steps, and Patton was able to build a little confidence with it as they went.

It was certainly longer than Roman had danced with Logan or Virgil.

They carried on like that for a while, the time becoming a lazy blur; before suddenly Roman let go of his waist a moment and twirled him, guiding him back into a low dip. Patton was dizzy with the low light and flickering fire, the enchanting eyes of the Prince holding his gaze; and he squeaked in surprise, grabbing at His Highness’s shoulder for balance. The Prince was breathing heavily, his eyes sparkling and his smile wide and radiant.

Virgil’s voice came from behind him, breaking Patton's trance;

“Gentle, Princy…” the young mage warned. His voice was playful but protective, and Patton couldn't help but giggle from the ridiculousness of it all. Him, an orphaned half-blood fairy nobody, dancing in the woods with a Prince. And then behind them, his lost childhood friend and semi-romantic partner threatening said Prince, as if Patton was delicate.

As if he was a treasure.

“W-well, he is a gentleman after all!” Patton declared, at the edge of hysterics. His Highness laughed, and pulled Patton back upright; this time grabbing the fairy’s waist firmly and lifting him, spinning around carelessly.

“That was brilliant!” Roman laughed.

Now Patton really was dizzy, and he stumbled when the Prince placed him back on the ground. Another pair of firm arms snaked around his chest, keeping him from falling flat onto his face.

“Gotcha.” Virgil's voice was now low in Patton's ear, the mage’s arms holding him steady as the fairy caught his breath. The closeness and the whisper of Virgil's voice made Patton involuntarily shiver. Virgil held him close, his chest against Patton’s back, and seemed uninterested in letting go as he tucked his chin over the Fairy's shoulder and leveled his even gaze at the Prince.

“I thought I told you to be gentle.” Virgil chided the Prince, but without any real malice to it. His hold loosened, just slightly; a lazy hug that still kept Patton from falling.

Or walking away to tend dinner, like he was supposed to be doing…

Roman stuck out his tongue playfully, teasing Virgil, who huffed. The mage gently pressed the side of his face to Patton’s, knocking their temples together and smooshing Patton’s cheek. A soft gesture, a reminder of when they were little. They’d both tried to explain the action to Logan and Roman, but it simply didn't have words. It was just comfort.

With that, he squeezed Patton’s sides mischievously, making the fairy “eep!” as his most ticklish spots were attacked, and the mage slunk back towards the prince for another dance.

The fairy turned back to his cooking, finding that Logan had, thankfully, taken over so the meal didn't burn. He took the spoon back with a soft “thanks”, and Logan leaned in to kiss his forehead before going back to the carriage for his books.

Patton watched the meat and vegetables sizzle, the fire licking at the edges of the plate. In the dusk, the dancing light was almost hypnotic. He poked and stirred the food, letting the smells wrap around him like warm cloth. His mind wandered back to Wardenthall Manor, to the mornings that were almost peaceful; before His Grace had been awoken and the other servants stirred from their apartments. Roasting slim slices of turkey or wild pheasant, carefully brewing the perfect amount of fancy coffee that was ordered from another kingdom, a whole world away.

His Grace had always been particular about each meal; feasts and parties were another matter entirely, but for his own food he picked careful quantities and ingredients, and had a strict schedule of when each type of meat could be served. His god was a ruler of Order and Purity, and His Grace was firm in the belief of caring for his body and mind, so that he remained in his favor.

Patton wasn't allowed to speak the god’s name on His Grace’s order; he was only half human, his Purity was sullied with the wild blood of Faerie. He didn't know much about the other gods.

A piece of venison popped, spitting a tiny bit of hot oil at Patton’s fingers, and he blinked, landing rather roughly back in the present after tumbling out of the memory.

Patton suddenly realized that the music had stopped, and now his companions were standing next to the tent, Virgil and Roman apparently playfully arguing about something. Logan had wandered off somewhere, perhaps to study nearby flora. 

“Guys?” the fairy called hesitantly, looking over his shoulder “Is something wrong?”

Roman huffed, not meanly, and shook his head. “Someone over here has decided to be a Sensitive Storm Cloud about where he sleeps.”

“That nickname was pitiful,” Virgil smiled and gave the prince a playful shove, before turning his attention to Patton in full. “I told Roman I wanted to sleep on the outside tonight instead of the middle, and now he’s throwing a royal fit.” The mage’s smile grew with the verbal dig, and Roman crossed his arms in mock offense. "Roman always takes the outside position in bed, or wherever is closest to the door. He acts like it's to keep guard of us. It's not."

Roman threw his hands up in frustration. "I like being the big spoon ok? I like to hold you both! Slap me, why don't you?"

Logan appeared just then, and with a mischievous smile that was rarely seen, he reached up and smacked the back of the Prince's head as he walked past.

"Hey!!" Roman spluttered, this time with real shock and indignance.

Logan smugly returned his arms to their neutral position clasped behind his back, smirking to Virgil and Patton as he walked back to them.

“I was only following your express orders, your Highness.” he said, teasing heavily apparent in his voice.

Virgil was laughing heartily at this exchange, and Roman continued to splutter, before his face changed to rigid frustration and determination. He grunted, and Patton had a few moments of panic wondering what the Prince would do about this offense. Logan was still walking away, and before Patton or even Virgil could say anything, he charged at the scholar.

Patton would have screamed if he wasn't choking on his own tongue.

Roman deftly grabbed Logan's sides, and there was a short cry of surprise as Roman lifted the scholar up over his shoulder; acting as if the other man was a particularly ungainly log. Logan squawked, and swatted at the arms holding him.

“Put me down, you brute!” he thundered, but there was a smile breaking out on his face, and Roman was laughing too, and Virgil was recovering from his own mirthful fit. They’re fine. Everything is fine. Patton tried to take in a few steady breaths as he turned back to the stewpot, although he felt his face heating once more from embarrassment.

They loved each other. They were playing. No one was mad and everything was ok.

His Grace had never been one to act in violence, preferring others administer the lessons Patton was to learn. But the set of his jaw, the darkness in his eyes, were always the first sign that Patton had screwed up. There had only ever been one time His Grace had handled the situation himself - an important business discussion over dinner, when Patton had inadvertently insulted another Lord and cost His Grace a vital land contract.

He’d backhanded the fairy so hard the bumps of his knuckles left bruises that were tender for almost a month. Patton learned better than to speak unprompted after that.

He had no idea how much time had passed before Patton felt a warm hand on his shoulder, and looked up to see the Prince watching him with soft, concerned eyes. The fairy was suddenly aware that all three men were staring at him, and that his whole body was shaking.

“Are you alright?” His Highness asked, keeping his voice low. Patton nodded stiffly and fixed his attention back on their dinner. It was almost ready.

“Just – J-just – ah… Startled, I guess.” He stirred the pot mechanically; three times clockwise, three times counter-clockwise, and over and over again; internally begging his hands to stop shaking, and swallowed the lump in his throat harshly. “Worried Your Highness was offended…”

Even coming out of his mouth, the word sounded silly. Felt silly, even.

The Prince sat rather ungracefully on the rock next to him, the hand on Patton’s back moving to wrap around his shoulder. The contact was warm and steadying, despite a few minutes ago. Roman was a Prince, yes, but Roman would not hurt him.

“Were you worried I would hurt Logan?” Roman asked. His voice was still ever so soft, and there wasn't a hint of accusation to it, just concern. Patton shrugged, looking back down into the stewpot.

“I don't know…” he replied after a few beats of silence. “I don't think you ever would; I know you wouldn't! But you looked angry, and your eyes changed, and… I…” he huffed, frustrated and unable to string his thoughts together. He felt his face heat up, and his shoulders hunched slightly.

“I’m sorry I worried you, dove,” Roman murmured, and Patton’s heart beat just slightly faster at the nickname, although his cheeks still burned with shame. “I’m sure it’s hard to go against the instincts that protected you for so long.”

Patton shrugged at this, staring down into the pot and quietly continuing his stirring, feeling the Prince’s thumb rub over the curve of his shoulder, as their sides were pressed together, just slightly.

“It’s stupid,” he whispered finally.

“Not really,” Logan’s gentle voice floated around them as the scholar sat on Patton's other side. “The fears you have now are what kept you safe for twelve years of your life. The way that you watch others and keep notice of their faces and body language gave you a keen intuition of each situation you were in. You are a survivor.” Patton didn’t know what to say, effectively surrounded with comfort and still trying to stop his quivering. He shrugged again.

Logan’s slender fingers brushed Patton’s jaw, and gently took his chin to make Patton turn, locking eyes with the scholar. Crisp, midnight blue eyes fixed into his own.

“You. Are. A survivor.” The scholar repeated, softly spoken and yet the tone firm.

Patton felt tears rising up, but he was hesitantly smiling all the same. Still, he sniffled, and the smile wobbled.

“I just… I thought I was getting better…” his voice was watery, holding back tears. He gently pulled away from Logan’s hold to wipe at his eyes.

“You are.” Virgil's voice murmured in his ear, taking a place standing behind them and once again wrapping his arms around Patton.

And a blanket that he had apparently pulled from the carriage or the tent at some point.

“It’s only been three months. You were under that prick’s thumb for twelve years.” Virgil spoke quietly, and nuzzled his cheek against Patton’s, mirroring the soft way they had snuggled together as children. “You're allowed to still feel afraid. We’re here to support you, however you need, okay?”

While he calmed down, it seemed Roman had taken over their dinner; serving out portions and pulling apart a loaf of bread to compliment the meal. Logan had gone to fetch water for them all. The forest was growing dark around them, the crackling campfire casting its flickering glow around the four.

They ate, and chatted idly, as Patton watched the sunset shrink lower and fireflies flicker higher. The world grew softer, and warmer, somehow, as it became dark. Once again, Patton found himself enjoying the other three’s easy camaraderie; listening to them laugh and tell stories, watching them slowly slide closer and closer together.

It wasn't that Patton wasn't interested in a relationship, and they had certainly offered, many times, for him to join them at night. He knew it was largely just to sleep, as well. But he still felt a bit… bashful. Even though they'd seen every scar a hundred times over, he still hesitated when it came time to change for the evenings, or when Roman wanted to go swimming if they passed a river or lake. He felt the scars creeping up his back like fresh little snakes, imagining them shiny red and tender like the first day Virgil had changed his bandages.

And that didn't even begin to account for nightmares. They were more and more rare, as he moved farther and farther from Wardenthall Manor, but still there. And the risk was too high; waking one or all three in the middle of the night because he’d bitten Logan’s hand while holding it instead of his own to muffle a cry. It was easier to keep it all inside his own tent; his own bedroll, and his own mind.

Still, it didn't stop him from watching, and wanting, just a little. The light gentleness the three of them seemed to have; they way they fit together like pieces of a well-oiled puzzle box. He wondered if there was a space there; a place where they said he would fit just fine, but he wasn't certain. He had to keep looking; afraid the box would break if he wiggled it wrong.

He would figure it out. He just needed more time.

[banabiohazard]

(DDLC four hearts au, just Yuri but there's texts and stuffs from the others, road-trip, argument.)

*tw for homophobia, deadnaming, sexual topics, mentions of parental abuse and a pretty nasty argument.*

As Yuri sat with her head to the window in her mother's car, watching the scenery go by she silently wished she would have kept a book out of her luggage to have an excuse not to make small talk, she loved her mother, truly, but she was far from pleasant to be around, her blatant displays of bigotry almost cartoonish and overacted, she very obviously did it for a reaction, one that Yuri tried to give her as rarely as possible. Just as this thought finished crossing her mind it was immediately exemplified.

"Don't fall asleep on me yet dyke! We've got four more hours left I'll be bored to death!"

As Yuri gave a thumbs up to make it clear she was both awake and listening she scrunched her face and pulled her eyes shut, she really did hate how that had almost become a term of an endearment, her mother used it like any other would use 'hun' or something of the like. Desperate for a distraction she pulled her phone from her handbag between her feet to see if she could pull something up on Ao3 but was greeted to a notification on her lock screen, 'Sayori <3 sent you a message: Hope you have a good Christmas! Missing you already 😢'

Yuri smiled, a smile she needed. She shot back a reply and continued on her original mission, she had barely opened her browser when her mom spoke up again, "So!" She took a very long pause, "Any luck with uni applications yet?" Yuri took a deep breath, her interaction with her mother were usually brief and aggravating, but she always did get chatty on the way to see her father for the holidays, "Not yet." Her mother glanced at her a few times, "Oh well I do hope you get in soon! Like your little friend Monika!" Yuri gave a glare she didn't like to give from the side of her eyes, it was like reflecting her mother's own usual expression, "Er, uh partner, whatever you know what I meant. I always liked her best, Willow did I a good job on that one." Yuri breathed a silent laugh, she honestly still couldn't imagine Monika's aunt hanging around her mother, let alone being life long friends.

To her own surprise she found herself initiating conversation, "What was miss Willow like growing up anyway?" She asked while she tried to stretch her shoulder, "Oh!" Her mom stopped to stifle a laugh, "She's always been sweet as a peach," she stared at the windshield with what appeared to Yuri to be admiration sparkling in her eyes, "Blossomed like a flower as she aged, let me me tell you when we met she was an ugly duckling!" She laughed hard, "Fat little thing with the thickest glasses I ever saw!" Yuri sat in silence before peering down at her own stomach for a moment.

"Oh but not now, she is just beautiful." She stopped long enough for Yuri to get curious if that was all. "I'm sure were I a box munch I'd throw myself at her!" She laughed hysterically and Yuri rolled her eyes. "I remember," Yuri silently scolded herself for getting her started, "This one time Willow and I decided we were going to pull a prank on Agustuce," Yuri cut her off, "Who?" Her mom glanced at her with a look of disbelief, "Sayori's father! How do you not know his name??" Yuri just shrugged, she supposed it had never come up, "anyway," she went on, "He hadn't got all tubby and boring yet, he was a HOT ticket item let me tell you! But we never did see him in that light, he was just the third of 'The four' is what we called ourselves, our best friends, it was just us, Agustuce and Billy. I spit on the prick's name."

Yuri's eyes widened at that last part, she knew that name. Natsuki's 'Papa' she looked over at her mother, who wore an expression that almost read as grief. "You- you knew him?" She asked, shuttering at the years old memories of Natsuki finally opening up to her about the horrible abuse she faced at home. Sensing her daughter's discomfort she offered, "He wasn't always a monster. He was truly a nice young man before brother booze got a hand down his gullet. Don't get me wrong I'm very satisfied that he's rotting away behind iron, but I won't let that taint my memory of the man he was."

They sat in silence for a while, Yuri decided to break it, "The prank?" She encouraged, "Pardon? Oh, Oh! Yes, we tarred and feathered him with maple syrup and pillow feathers in front of a girl he was sweet on." She let out a small chuckle, "he wouldn't even look at us for a month." And they returned to silence.

It wasn't until around an hour later that they stopped for gas that they spoke. After Yuri had went inside the station and purchased herself a small drink and snack, she met her mother at the bench and table outside, "You ready to see grandpa?" She said after a long drag on her cigarette. Yuri nodded, it was true, she was quite excited to see him actually, despite his age he was far more tolerant and understanding than his daughter.

"Sure you wouldn't rather spend Christmas getting ran through by your harem?" She prodded, Yuri sighed hard as she set down her drink and gathered her courage. "Why do you feel the need to say things like that? What good does it do to treat me like you do?" Her mother opened her mouth to reply, but Yuri didn't let you, "I'm stuck with you for another few hours so I'm letting it out right now!" Her tone was louder and harder than she wanted, "What would you say if I said those things about your relationship with Father!" Her mother's face grew sour and she put out her cigarette. "Let me parrot your own words at you! Let's use the ones you used when I came home yesterday! Hey Mom!" She was getting louder, "You were gone a while! Get enough of that train Dad ran on you!" She was huffing hard now, grateful that the only person aside from them there was the clerk of the gas station.

She immediately shrunk into her hair, frantically running her fingers through long locks. Her Mother opened her mouth to a snarl but no words nor venom followed, she just stared, her expression softening. She offered no apologies but her eyes held remorse. She walked silently to the car and Yuri followed.

Yuri filled the silence by texting Natsuki.

Merry Christmas dear, I hope yours is going better than mine.

Awe shit what did she do

I lost my temper with her and said things I shouldn't have.

I may have gone too far.

Maybe that's exactly what the bitch needs

Also good job on finally growing your backbone back babe

SmackABitch Yuri is back???

I am serious, I brought up Father.

Oof

Maybe a poke in the sore spot will help her get her shit together idk I doubt you said anything too bad

Maybe.

"You're right." Yuri was shocked at the words she heard to her left. "What..?" She responded, "I said you were right damnit. I wouldn't like it if you said those things Mason, I didn't like it at all." She grimaced, "Frankly I'm shocked and appalled that you did. But I get your point. I will keep it to myself from now on." She paused before blinking hard, “Yuri. I meant Yuri.” Yuri was stunned, she could not remember the last time her mom was so, open. “Don’t take this as me surrendering my views I’m not! I’m just not going to insert my, clearly, unwanted opinion.” There it is. Yuri sighed, “Thanks Mom.” Yuri said as she looked away.

[withoutmonsterswebecomethem]

Bryn considers the other's question, not having any other scars, himself. Thankfully he had managed so far without such grievous injury. He eyes the pile of snow an eyebrow raising at their comment, "Maybe." Making a small popping sound with his lips he lift his right arm a little, shifting in toward Nate a bit "But say I fall not on the pile of snow, but the cement." Pointing his right hand toward the stone slab he grinned, his head tilting slightly, "Can imagine all kinds of potential scarring with that one, huh?" A sly little grin pressed over his lips at this before he shrugged "Pride. Practically everyone's favorite vice. Right?"

Watching Nate a moment longer before he went back to doing the same, moving the snow from out of the pathway and making it into a snowman. Focused on it for the time being as the quiet continued between them. He found it to be peaceful. Not really that he was used to just stopping and helping people clean up snow. But once an idea popped into his mind he couldn't escape its vice grip and had to run with it much of the time. Who was he to turn down the opportunity to build a snowman?

As Nate spoke again he looked over toward them, "Every winter? And how much help have you gotten?" He laughed a little, glancing toward the road "The machines." Remembering War of The Worlds for a moment he then turned his eyes toward the sky, "Could be…" Knocking his head to one side he pats his hand down on the snowman's bottom half. Knowing however that the other was simply talking about the snow plows and such like that. Bryn watched the other as he continued to pat the snow in more densely seeing them counting their money.

When confessing they didn't read all that much Bryn nodded, "That's alright." Pausing he went on with the snowman and then continued, "Not many have the time." Smiling he shrugged, "They don't? Maaan. What have you read then?" Bryn questioned, curious. He suddenly had a thought but kept quiet about it. He nodded his head and raised his eyebrows for a moment as Nathan was talking still.

Standing then Bryn brushed the snow off and let out a breath, "Well… It's about this family that gets trapped in an alternate universe…Or maybe it's a time warp? But it has dinosaurs living it and other creatures and humanoid beings that we don't have. Obviously." He stepped onto the back of his skateboard, kicking it up and catching it skillfully in his palm. Lifting it he plants it down beside him before going on, "The family basically spends the entire show trying to find a way back to their world, their earth."

"Nate? Cool. I'm Bryn." Twirling the board in the palm of his hand once he smiled at the other then, "What else do you do, besides shovel before the machines?" Laughing again. He felt suddenly bored with his halfway-done snowman. Stretching out he drops back and lands on some thicker layers of snow, "How long does this normally take you to do?" Bryn asked closing his eyes as he waited to listen to the other's answers.

“Are scars sexy?” Nate thought for a moment. “Probably depends on the scar, I don't know if falling in a heap of snow will lead you to get scars though… maybe a scared pride.” He chuckled. He didn’t comment on the Godzilla reference, in his mind there was a moment of thought between Godzilla and King Kong and that’s when the whole movie returned to his imagination. He couldn’t help thinking about it, and that for a moment was the only thing to occupy his mind as he shovelled. 

He continued, not looking at what the other was doing as he set back on the work. Nobody came out of their houses to offer some coin, hopefully soon, maybe later. They were getting hungry, but they were bound to find some food if they looked hard enough. And if they counted their coins long enough to get distracted. They opened their pocket as they spoke, collecting the few winnings. 

“Thank you, I try to do it… uhm, every winter. Before the machines come.” Which sounded ominous but he couldn’t figure out how to say it better. He started counting his coins and bills. Not a whole lot, but enough for two meals. 

“Oh, I don’t know it, I think. I don’t read a whole lot, books usually… uhm, they never really grab my attention unless they have pictures in them.” And even then: mostly when other people were reading them to him. Nate thought for a moment, it rung a bell. “Uhm… what’s it about? Land of the Lost?” They pocketed the money again and set to another heep of snow. “Nathaniel Jackson, but uhm, most people call me Nate. You?”

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Tamed Seas - Poseidon x Reader

(A/N)

This is the very first post I’m making on this equally new account and also the very first time I am ever using a second person POV for the reader. Let me know your thoughts!

The following story is just for shits and giggles. I do not own any of the characters, they are the property of Shinya Umemura and Takumi Fukui and Ajichika. I also do not own you, the reader.

Warning: Swearing from my disclaimer.

Tamed Seas

Poseidon x Reader

They were never allowed to stare.

If Poseidon never looked anyone in the eye, deeming them unworthy of even a simple gaze, then anyone other than himself were equally unworthy in looking at his wife.

Just before the meeting had started about a decision to be made on humanity’s fate, Poseidon had entered in his full regalia, his wife walking alongside him. Of course, such a prestigious couple deserved such a special entrance, as Hermes, per Zeus’ request too, played his violin most ceremoniously, a proud smirk on his face upon seeing the royal feet step perfectly on the red carpet he had immediately placed upon knowing of their arrival. Zeus’ older brother held a record of never attending meetings, much more any simple get-togethers unless they were of real utmost importance such as this one.

Shiva’s eyes grew at the sight of the couple. Even though Poseidon’s wife had originally been a mortal who had ascended to godhood, you were glowing and looked as ethereal as Aphrodite. Was he seeing things? He blinked and leaned forward in his seat. The last time he saw you was at the announcement of your wedding, then after the ceremony he never caught a glimpse of you ever again and only heard stories of your new and impressive conquests. Were you always this godlike?

As if reading his thoughts, he gulped upon finding himself at the receiving end of Poseidon’s cold and stoic stare. He shrugged his shoulders. Man, he had heard rumors of his sudden protectiveness towards his wife, but he never expected him to be this overly protective. He was merely trying to figure out if his wife was always glowing like this or not. Both figuratively and literally.

Alright, maybe he was checking you out a little bit.

Unlike the god of the seas, his wife greeted Zeus, and all the familiar gods with a warm smile. It had been ages since you had seen them all together, and the sight brought a sense of nostalgia to the days where you had first earned their favor, then their respect, and then their friendship. Although your story might not be as mighty (and as physically taxing) as Hercules’ was, you considered those ‘young’ days to also be one of your best apart from getting married to the man god who you had given your heart for and will continue to love and cherish for the rest of your life. Since you became Poseidon’s wife, you had not had much time to do leisure outside the palace, and correspondingly after heralding the title of ‘queen of the seas,’ you had taken it upon yourself to help your husband in matters concerning his own kingdom and the vast seas themselves.

“Master Zeus—” Zeus threw you a knowing look. “My apologies, Zeus, it’s such a pleasure to see you again!”

“Same here, little lady! Judging by the frequent calmness of the Atlantic Ocean, I trust you and my brother are faring along quite well?” The father of all gods chuckled, then wiggled his gray eyebrows. “Why, I must say, me and most of the other Olympians have been waiting for some new gods and goddesses to rule alongside us, if you know what I mean! Ehe he~”

Characteristic of your husband, Poseidon simply scoffed before muttering how gods such as themselves need not gossip. Blue eyes never left the Hindu god however, and unbeknownst to his wife, he lingered closer to you than usual whenever the both of you were in public.

This time, Shiva had had enough. He was sure he only looked at the direction of Poseidon’s wife only once, and admired you only once as well, yet he was being skewered by the god’s gaze for longer than what he had intentionally allowed. As if he had openly claimed you as his! He was the god of destruction for heaven’s sake, and would not allow this sacrilegious act, regardless of whoever he had to settle the score with. If it was with another prominent deity, then it would be a lot more fun. Golden eyes narrowed daringly, an equally challenging aura oozing from his form and startling the nearby gods.

“Lord Shiva, are you okay—”

“(Name). How many times do I have to repeat myself? You have no need to refer to other gods with honorifics.” Your attention whipped to your husband, who to your surprise, held a familiar, challenging stance. Unbeknownst to you but the other gods especially Aphrodite, Poseidon simply matched the challenge of the Hindu god. “You are the wife of the seas. All the other gods are beneath you, as they are beneath me as well.”

Upon hearing this, Shiva gripped his concrete armrests too greatly and it crumbled to dust under his strength. Pumped at where this interaction seemed to be heading−the thought of fighting, he stood up, arms on the ready to cause destruction. Despite being in the middle of the crowd and quite far away from the center of the stadium where the couple stood, he caught glimpse of the famous trident he would never be caught dead wielding. Now this was getting interesting!

“My rules are simple: you disrespect me, you die,” He pointed at Poseidon, which the latter found disgusting enough to scrunch up his nose.

“Should we put a stop to this, Lord Zeus?” Hermes asked behind a white gloved hand. Not exceeding any expectations, Zeus laughed after a stroke of his beard and clapped. He always was one to find entertainment in alike situations, especially after the fact that this was the only time, he and all the other gods had really felt Poseidon riled up. The expression on the god of the seas’ face remained calm but it was betrayed by the suffocating, dominating presence he emitted from where he stood.

“And after you die, your wife would become firsthand witness of realizing how your title betrays your strength,” Shiva stretched, but halfway through noticed Poseidon’s quick work of his trident. He took a stance and prepared for the parrying move.

Amidst the unexpected battle that was soon to happen, to everyone’s surprise, a whistling sound echoed along the tension-filled stadium. It was a tune most foreign to the gods, all except one. From your lips, a beautiful melody poured out as a soft gentle breeze seemed to have begun to blow. It was an old tune you had learned from one of your many lifetimes in the mortal world,

And the very same one you had sung to Poseidon that had sustained him in trying moments.

Poseidon came to a full stop, his muscles unmoving as he listened and slowly, put his trident down. What was he thinking? He should not have been swayed by a foolish taunt committed by a foolish god. He was perfection incarnate. His wife would never fall for a foolish antic, so why did he? Now he was both angry and confused with himself. How could he have allowed himself for even a moment, for others to see him angry over this? What even was this?

Without the need to look at you, relishing in your fine tunes reminded him of the initial catalyst to his reaction and an answer to his question. Whenever matters concerned his wife, his emotions, which he learned were out of his control, seemed to defy all rational logic, which, even at the very beginning of your courtship, bypassed his ego. Of course, despite these strong feelings, the one thing Poseidon had control over were his actions. Therefore, he had always had a grip on how he presented himself. Although it was still a slow progress to figuring out this foreign feeling with his wife, the only other being he deemed truly worthy to allow into his life, anyone else will never have a chance of being privy to this side of him−a sentiment that thankfully, his wife shared. Though he never admitted it, he was confused and left mulling over for some time when you had also told him before that you had meant a different thing.

“…Foolish. Gods have no need for wars, we are perfect beings ourselves. You are not the reason for my presence here and are not worthy of my time and attention.” Another long silence fell, finally broken by Poseidon, ignoring the mix of surprised and fearful stares. His legs started carrying him towards the direction of one of the high stage boxes in the stadium. “Come, (Name).”

Shiva, who had his fists out and ready to fight, blinked twice in confusion before grunting, scratching the back of his ear violently in frustration. “You Greek gods have always been boring! And here I thought I’d finally be able to cause some destruction again, this time in Valhalla…”

Other than the Hindu god himself, none would ever understand if he had riled up the Greek god on purpose for the sake of his own entertainment or, perhaps, for something more personal. Zeus, meanwhile, followed the sight of his older brother walking quietly alongside his wife. Aphrodite nodded her head in his direction, affirming his suspicions. He would never fully understand the concept of love, but hey, he did get the message that all would be damned if so much as a single hair went missing on (Name)’s hair. And it seems he was not alone in this thought, as despite Shiva’s aggressive taunting, he also managed to peak into the gravity of the god of seas’ feelings towards his wife.

After Shiva had been calmed down and more gods piled in along with the Valkyries, Zeus set his meeting in motion. From the stands, Poseidon and his wife occupied the two seats that closely resembled their thrones. Eagerly sitting beside the god, (Name) grinned. Every day she had to sit close to her husband or even at times on his lap, she always felt like her body fit snugly against his.

Blue eyes stared uninterested at the spectacle.

“Dearest?” Poseidon turned his head and met your gaze. Any dark smudges had disappeared beneath his eyes, and his mouth that was carved into a seemingly permanent frown softened. His lips went from a thin line to a gentle curve.

“Thank you.”

No more words needed to be said. Poseidon knew what you were thanking him for, and he responded by closing his eyes as though he was swallowing every ounce of serenity that emitted from you. And the taste was sweet…

Above the angry retaliation of the gods regarding the verdict of Ragnarok, Poseidon enjoyed an elusive peace. Even if it was just a simple moment like this, he set his features in calm lines and his shoulders sank−a truly rare sight, a special secret between himself and his wife.

“I don’t care about this. I am eager to go home.” Poseidon whispered under his breath.

A chuckle left his wife’s lips. “We’re going home soon, don’t fret.”

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Hunting Season, Unseen: A Theo Raeken Imagine

So below the cut, there will some parts of Hunting Season that didn’t quite make it to full imagines. There will be a heading above each snippet so you can skip past anything you don’t want to read, but to warn you guys, I’m just going to provide a list here of what to expect:

Mutual Masturbation, Tit-fucking, Over-stimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Come-play, Anal/Ass-play, Mutual Oral Giving and Receiving/Mouth-fucking,Thigh-riding, and some other bog-standard smutty stuff. 

Hope this is okay for you lovelies, and enjoy x 

Mutual Masturbation

Y/N couldn’t keep her eyes off Theo’s hand pumping at his cock, couldn’t stop listening to the moans that escaped his mouth. The sight only spurred her on as she curled her fingers inside her core, picturing it was him doing this to her as her teeth found her bottom lip. “Fuck Theo, I’m going to come.”

She could see in his eyes that he wasn’t far off, his movements speeding up as he worked at himself. There was a knot building in her stomach, and she slid her fingers out of her core as it unravelled, letting the essence of her release drip down her legs. 

At the sight of her, Theo swore, growling as his cock twitched and he came in his hand. Both were breathless, both aroused only by the sight of the other coming undone, fucking themselves with as much vigour as they would had they been doing those things to each other. 

Y/N lay back on the bed and listened to the sound of Theo’s footsteps as he made his way over to her. She spread her legs, eyes closed in bliss as she felt his cock at her entrance. 

Tit-Fucking

Y/N circled her nipples with her thumbs as she held them against Theo’s cock, the chimera fucking the valley between her breasts as if it were her core. She was wet, soaked at her core at the image before her, and she couldn’t wait until that cock was buried deep inside of her. But she could feel the tip of Theo’s cock against her neck as he fucked her tits, her nipples hardening with each hiss of breath he let escape. 

“Are you going to come, baby? Are you going to come all over my tits?” She could feel him hardening, wanted him to have his release anywhere he liked. “Come all over me baby.”

Theo’s cock slipped from between Y/N’s breasts, his hand wrapping around it before he pumped it a few times. Y/N giggled as his release landed on her breasts, the warmth of it familiar. Her nipples were still hard, something Theo had clearly noted as he leaned down, mouth enveloping each as he cleaned her with his tongue. Y/N moaned, a sound that only intensified when Theo kissed her, and she could taste him on her tongue. 

She had done that to him, and it was power unlike anything she had ever felt. 

Over-Stimulation

“You’re so fucking sensitive, princess.” 

If Y/N had been able to talk, she would have told Theo that the reason she was so sensitive was because of him. She’d had his fingers inside of her, his tongue, every toy they owned, some she didn’t even remember buying. And he hadn’t let her come. 

She knew all it would take was for him to thrust his cock into her and she would explode. It was bad enough trying to hold it in now as his fingers brushed over her tender folds, her core pulsing with the need to come. But as it was, she couldn’t talk, so just whined, bucking her hips against his hands. 

“So fucking sensitive.” Theo chuckled. He shifted, positioning his cock at her entrance. Y/N opened her legs wider, and Theo seized an opportunity. “Tell me how much you need it, Y/N. Beg for it.”

“Please, Theo.” She shifted. “Just give it to me. Just fuck me. I’m so fucking sensitive, and I need your fucking cock inside of me.”

When the tip of Theo’s cock entered her, Y/N lost the ability to breathe. She could feel her wetness growing, could feel the product of an early release pulse from her core. She arched her back as he entered her to the hilt, screaming when she finally let go. 

Multiple Orgasms

“That’s it, baby. Just let go.” Theo was on his knees, Y/N on his lap, slowly moving herself up and down his cock. He had already come inside of her, his hand on the small of her back, his lips on her neck. He could feel her hands on the back of his neck, and he leaned up and kissed her as she continued to move. 

She had followed not long after her, and Theo had expected her to climb off him. But she had stayed, continuing to move. He knew it wouldn’t be long before he came again too, but he didn’t care. Not when all he wanted was for Y/N to find her satisfaction. 

“Need more of you,” she mumbled against his lips. “Need your cock in me all the time.”

“I know, baby, I know.” Theo sucked on her tongue, and felt Y/N’s grip on the back of his neck tighten. “Come on, Y/N. It’s okay.” She clenched around him, head thrown back as she came over him again. And still she continued to move. 

“Are you - are you going to come again?” She asked him, words not coming too easily. “I want you to come again.” She sped up in her movements, rotating her hips around him. Theo felt himself tense. 

“I’m coming again, baby.” His release was accompanied by a sloppy kiss, before he mouthed at Y/N’s cheek, tasting the sweat that had gathered on her skin. He looked up at her, and she was smiling. “How was that?”

“So,” she moaned between words, the sign of another release building, “so good. You’re so good.”

“And so are you, baby. So are you.”

Come-Play

Y/N stood, and Theo smirked as he saw how shaky she was. He had done that to her, had fucked her hard just like last time. He had promised her that she wouldn’t be able to walk, that she would stink of him and would have a hard time hiding it from her friends. 

He could see his come dripping down her legs, expecting her to wipe it away, expecting her to throw a hateful glare at him as she had the last time. But instead, it was if she hadn’t even noticed it, noticed him, and it bugged him. So he climbed across the bed, and wrapped an arm around her waist. 

She tensed at his touch, at the two fingers that slid up the inside of her thigh. “Tell me if you want me to stop,” Theo’s teeth caught her earlobe as he trailed his fingers through the line of his come, rubbing it back into her core. She leaned back into him, moaning. “Does that feel good, Y/N? Having my come in you? Taste it, taste my come and yours together.”

Y/N took his two fingers into her mouth, and Theo almost lost his nerve. Before he showed any sign of weakness, he removed his fingers, letting Y/N speak. “Tastes so good. I love your come, Theo. I want it all over me.”

Theo smirked. “Well, that can be arranged.”

Anal/Ass-Play

Y/N was on all fours, waiting eagerly for whatever Theo was going to do. She moaned as he spread her ass cheeks, muttering to her about all the plans he had for her. She whined when, without warning, he thrust her finger into her asshole, curling it inside of her. “God, this is tight, Y/N. I think we might have to loosen this up a little.”

He replaced his finger with his tongue, swirling it around. Y/N could feel the wetness from her core growing, knowing that it would have to wait. Theo would fuck her somewhere else first, and she looked forward to it. She pressed her ass against his face as Theo continued to eat at her hole, his mouth enveloping over it. She felt desperate for him, for this something new, to arrive, and let out a squeal as Theo drew his face back from her. 

“You ready for this baby?” He placed one hand on the small of her back, the other positioning his cock at the entrance of her ass. The tip brushed her ever so slightly, and Y/N let out a breathy yes. 

Her eyes watered when Theo entered her. He was so big, and she so tight. But as Theo stretched her out, she found herself finding the pleasure beyond the pain, and it wasn’t long before she was screaming in delight. 

“I’m going to come Y/N, I’m going to come in your ass.” Gone was Theo’s tenderness, his concern. His animalistic desire was only present and Y/N couldn’t contain her glee when she felt his release in her. When it was over, Theo rested his head against the small of her back, pressing a kiss against a tender ass cheek. 

Mutual Oral Giving and Receiving/Mouth-Fucking

Y/N was so peaceful when she slept, Theo decided. But he was bored, and he wanted her awake. It was only natural then, that he lay on his side, head at her legs. He move them apart gently, revealing her bare core to him. She shifted slightly as he licked up the centre of her folds, and he smirked against her when she moaned. 

She was waking up, slowly, and in the best possible way. Theo set to work, properly this time. 

He lapped at her core, taking her clit into his mouth and rolling it between his tongue. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see movement, but didn’t acknowledge Y/N yet. He would do so with arrogance when she came, he would do so - oh. 

Y/N was certainly awake. Theo knew that much with his cock in her mouth. With each bob of her head as she took him whole, Theo pushed his tongue in and out of her core, her wetness making his erection grow. 

He could feel himself on the edge of release, could feel that Y/N was there too. The peaceful morning atmosphere was soon shattered by the orgasmic cries of the two, each with their lips coated in the essence of the other. Theo lifted his head, looked at Y/N with her head still by his cock. She kissed the tip of it. “Good morning.”

Thigh-Riding

The feel of Theo’s jeans beneath her core was too much for Y/N. He had turned down sex, claiming that he was too busy, so she had taken things into her own hands, not giving him the chance to complain when she straddled his leg, naked, in the hope that he would fuck her. 

Instead, he had told her to get herself off, so she chose to do exactly that. 

As she moved against him, she could see the outline of Theo’s erection against the material. But he was still choosing to ignore her, pretending as if she wasn’t even there. So she moaned louder as she rode his thigh, moving faster, hand accidentally brushing his cock. 

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Theo’s hands flew to his jeans, and Y/N smirked as he unbuttoned them and pulled his cock out. She got the hint, moving from his thigh, denim coated in her essence and sunk onto him. 

Now this, this was what she wanted. And as Theo fucked her, she knew it was worth the wait. 

And Finally...

Theo’s lips were at Y/N’s cheek, his hand on her neck. They were both on their knees, and Y/N wrapped her hand around to tangle in Theo’s hair as he thrust into her. Neither could speak, all dirty talk having fled from their minds. 

It had been a long time since they had been together like this, Theo having come back from the dead only recently. It had taken a matter of moments to rid each other of clothing, to tumble back into bed, each of their movements meaning the same thing. I love you. I love you. I love you. 

Y/N had forgotten what it felt like to be with Theo, to have his cock buried inside her, stretching her out, making her feel a release unlike any other. She moaned as he thrust into her from behind, his grip on her neck tightening ever so slightly. Theo regained his breath just so to talk to her, his lips against her cheek. “Does that feel good, princess? I missed you so much, Y/N.”

“So good, don’t ever leave me again.” 

Theo’s cock tensed inside of her, and Y/N joined him as the two reached their satisfaction. 

“Don’t worry, I have no intention of doing so. I love you, Y/N.”

Hunting Season Masterlist

Masterlist

[xoxo-teddybear]

The Silent Treatment - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: slight angst, slice of life, crack(ish?), fluff, cursing

Summary: Bakugou is very much....an asshole. A shithead. A professional dick if you will. And Y/N, being his girlfriend is very much aware of that. So when he takes it too far, she has to make sure he learns his lesson.

A/N: just a quick lil cute thing, totally not spelled check

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

“Hey babe!” Bakugou said as he walked into the living room to find his girlfriend reading a book. He plopped down next to her and just relaxed in the feeling of the soft cushion. The little shit felt like messing with his girlfriend today.

Y/N had already been having a pissy day. After arguing with her boss, forgetting a few items back at the grocery store, and losing her new pair of headphones, she just wanted some peace with her cup of tea and a good book. Now, she has her loving boyfriend to comfort her as well. This day was surely taking a turn...right?

“Hi love, need something?” You asked calmly with the most melodic voice. Your voice. His favorite sound in the world. The sound of you just put a smile on his face which is a huge oxymoron to what this motherfucker is about to say.

“Nah, just wanted to talk to my princess,” he said while resting his head on your stomach, resting in between your legs and wrapping his arms around your waist. You awed at him but didn’t notice his little devil smile. “I had the best dream last night.”

“About what Suki?” You asked while petting his soft hair.

“You.”

“Awweee,”

“Yeahhh. You went mute for the day. Fucking paradise.” Once the words left his mouth you stilled your actions and felt your eye twitch in annoyance. Your hand on his head stilled and slightly tugged at it. In any other circumstance, Bakugou would’ve groaned at the tug (kinky bastard) but he was too busy chuckling into your tummy.

You exhaled roughly through your nose and pushed Bakugou off of you in a very polite way. He rolled onto his back onto the actual couch and watched as you crossed your legs, close your book, and pick up your tea mug.

“Hmph!” Was all that you “said” as you tilted your nose to the air and walked away. Bakugou just snickered as you left. He thought it was adorable when you were mad over tiny inconveniences and thought it was hot as fuck when you were yelling at him, but today, you won’t be doing neither.

—

About 30 minutes had passed and Bakugou had awoken from his nap on the couch. He fell asleep after you walked away but now missed your touch. He sat up, stretched, and went to find you. He walked around the house until he spotted you relaxing in the jacuzzi in the backyard. He grinned at your relaxed look and went to change.

A few minutes later Bakugou had came out to join you in the hot tub. Your eyes were shut as you relaxed in the bubbling water, and so Bakugou was able to get in without being seen. He relaxed into the water as he scooted closer to you, eventually grabbing a hold of your waist.

“Hi baby,” he said as he attempted to place you in his lap but you looked at him with an unimpressed look as you scooted away. “Y/N?”

You grabbed your towel and stepped out of the tub. You wrapped yourself in the cloth as you walked back into the house, completely ignoring Bakugou as he spoke to you.

“Wha- you’re just gonna leave? I just got in with you,” he pouted. He opted to stay in the nice warm water for a bit but once you closed the door he groaned and sunk deeper into the water. He let the water go just above his mouth and right below his nose as he blew bubbles into the tub out of annoyance.

‘The fuck is up with her?’ He thought to himself.

—

Time passed and Bakugou came out the tub. He went back to his room to change into some gray sweats and a black long sleeve (and yes he pulled the sleeves up a bit because he knew you found it attractive and if y’all don’t, well I do).

He walked into the kitchen and spotted you seemingly eating dinner. He noticed a plate for him but kind of frowned at the fact that you didn’t wait for him. He saw you placed the plate on the other side of the island, far away from you, and so he pulled the plate over and took the seat next to you.

“Hey, princess? You gonna tell me what’s wrong?” He asked but you said nothing as you just ate in silence. “Silent treatment huh?” No words.

“Baby, is this about what I said? I was only kidding Y/N,” he said as he tried to wrap his arm around your waist but you pushed it off and he groaned. “Fine. Be that way, you’ll get over it. Come talk to me when you’re done acting like a brat.”

Bakugou just grunted as he ate his dinner in silence right next to you. You finished before him and walked away after you washed your dish and this time it was Bakugou who snubbed his nose in the air at you. If it was the silent treatment that you were gonna give then it was the silent treatment that you were gonna get....sorta.

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“BABYYYY PLEASSEEEEE!!” He whined while poking at your leg. You were currently in your home office typing away at your computer doing work when Bakugou came in about 25 minutes after he finished his dinner. He couldn’t help himself. He missed you.

You continued to ignore Bakugou as he poked and shook you for attention. You gave him nothing all day and he was getting close to his limit. Please believe he wasn’t getting shit after that brat comment.

“Princessss, c’mon! It was a joke baby, let’s go to sleep, yeah?” He begged. You looked at him with a bored expression and saw his smile as you finally gave him something. You turned back to face your computer and his smile dropped again and was replaced with a scowl. “Y/N, I was just messing with you. I love the sound of your voice and I love you. So quit ignoring me and come give me love!” He demanded.

When he noticed you weren’t budging, he stood from his seat and pinched the bridge of his nose as he mentally counted.

‘1....2...3,’

He gave in and forcefully turned your chair and threw you over his shoulder. You didn’t speak to him but you squirmed and shook trying to get out of his grasp.

“Aye, aye,” he smacked your ass to get you to stop, “quit it. I’m tired, and I want sleep, and we both know I don’t sleep unless my teddy bear is with me, so shush.”

You looked at him when he told you to “shush.” As if you hadn’t been doing that all day. He just squinted his eyes as he knew what you were thinking. “You know what I mean shitty woman!”

Bakugou stormed into your shared bedroom and dropped you onto the mattress. You didn’t even try to run away. You had decided that, yes, you are indeed tired but you refused to give a certain blonde any attention. You stretched on the bed and Bakugou was in awe of your cute state but quickly snapped out of his trance when you turned on your side and gave him your back.

Bakugou got into bed along side you and scooted closer. He pressed himself against your back but once he made contact, you scooted farther away. And so, he scooted himself closer again but just like before, you scooted away. This went on about 2 more times before you scooted and fell off the bed.

“Y/N? You okay, love?” He asked as he looked down at you. You popped up from the floor, on your knees and grumbled to yourself as you vented quietly. You stood up and continued ranting as you tried to walk away to sleep on the couch but before you could get away from the king sized bed, Bakugou grabbed your wrist and pulled you on top of him. “Ignore me all you want but I’m not sleeping without my cuddles.”

You sighed as you gave in. You allowed him to hold you but you refused to speak. Bakugou rubbed circles onto your back as he inhaled your scent but he missed the sound of your voice. The sweet sound that was something similar to honey.

“Baby...I’m sorry.”

You looked at him when he apologized and raised your brow. A verbal, genuine, apology from Katsuki Bakugou? This you’ve gotta see.

“I know I shouldn’t have said that to you and even if I was only kidding......it was pretty fucking mean. ..But I hope you know I love the sound of your damn voice. I love you, dumbass. And I would never ask you to stay silent because....*sigh* ‘cuz your voice, you talking to me, you being with me, and just you in general keeps me sane. So I’m sorry. Okay? And I love you..” he said with a growing blush as he stared at you with a flustered face.

You smiled and went up to peck his lips and then give him a loving kiss. He jumped at the sudden contact but quickly melted into the kiss. He smiled as he finally got to revel in the sweet intimate moments like this. The sweet moments he’s been missing all day.

“I love you too Suki.” Oh how he craved to hear your voice. He loved the sweet sound and missed your loving tone. He pulled you in closer and just held you tight. He doesn’t plan on letting go.

“I’m so sorry. I will never make you upset like that ever again.” He bargained but you only shook your head.

“Katsuki, I was just messing with you today. I had an annoying day and that little joke just sent me over the edge but you know I never take your mean quips to heart. You’re rough around the edges but that’s just who you are and I don’t mind it. I love everything about you, even if you’re a jerk sometimes,” you teased and flicked at his nose. You giggled as he whined and tried to soothe the spot you hit. “You don’t have to censor yourself around me. Okay?”

Bakugou smiled even more. He loves you so damn much. Not only did you know he was just a little abrasive, but you accepted him for all his brunt behavior. You truly did love him. “Thanks princess,”

He sealed the deal with a sweet kiss to your temple as you giggled at the warm feeling of his soft lips. He pulled you down to his chest as you both cuddled up for the night. You sleeping is the only time Bakugou will ever be okay with you being silent. But never again will he ever allow himself to get the silent treatment.

A/N: Guys, I’m so sorry. I’ve been in such a slump and I feel like im reaching a writers block. It’s not even like I don’t have any ideas, I do! And I even have multiple unfinished pieces in my drafts but I just don’t have any motivation to finish :( sorry Cubs, don’t worry, I’ll try my best to finish them as quick as I can. Idk, should I take a break?

I’m already in the middle of a story and I don’t wanna leave those who are reading on a cliffhanger.

[fillesdesiir]

𝑻𝑬𝑨𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑺 𝑷𝑬𝑻 (𝑹𝑬𝑾𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑵 𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑻 𝟐)

Those whose minds never sleep nor relax found ways to do the opposite, some read books or write to calm their nerves but your brain and heart found a new way to achieve such a thing. Tom Riddle. He was like your own personal stress reliever. Eyes as black as coal would stare into yours as his cock plunged inside you. His cock made your heart calm and your thoughts go silent. It was simply divine. After your "tutoring" session with Tom, his grade in your class only worsened. You didn't mind. It gave you both enough time to feast on the unholy things you both desired with one another. He was hungry for the taste of your pussy and you were praying to have his cock rammed inside your mouth. And every session you had with him would always lead to you both getting exactly what you wanted, each other. "Hello, professor," Tom said. Dark ringlets bounce on his head as strolled over to you. You smiled and sat down, motioning Tom to do the same. You began the education learning session and it wasn't long before he got bored and decided to stir something up. "Professor, you look lovely, it makes me wonder where all that stress that you were building up went to?" Sin was the only thing you could see behind his eyes as you watched him tease you. "I found someone to help me with my issue." A smile ran over his lips at your response. Slender hands sank underneath the desk and found their way to your thighs, Tom's hand continued sliding up your inner thigh before reaching your throbbing core. One finger slid over your soaked panties before retreating back above the desk. "And who might this person be?" He asked, tilting his head to the side slightly. "Why do you want to know so badly, Mr. Riddle?" You asked. Tom stood and walked around the desk to face you, "I want to know what they did." "How they calmed you down." He questioned you. "Kneel for me and I can show you just how."

His legs fell to the ground at your answer and with glee, he crawled towards you. "Now what?" The golden boy of Hogwarts asked. "Now you use that pretty little mouth of yours." You answered. Tom's hands spread your legs apart and pulled your skirt off along with your panties before diving into his feast. His tongue slid up and down your slick folds like a lollipop causing your breath to hitch. You rolled your neck as he slowly inserted his tongue inside your warm walls and left. You smiled as euphoria clouded your brain like a drug. Tom looked up at the mess above him and smirked against your pussy, he watched as you came down on his tongue before standing. His tongue licked up the mess on his face. "Was that all?" "No." He laughed and you stood and bent over the plain wooden desk beside you. Tom's trousers fell as he understood the message and his painfully hard cock began to tease your pussy. His cock only ever entered you by an inch before he went back to rubbing it against your cock hungry pussy. "Please," you begged him. Tom hummed in acceptance and thrusted inside you. The man above you stretched your walls apart slowly and pain simmered with bliss as he began moving in and out of you. The sound of skin ringed in your ears as his dick made you stop breathing. You moaned and the sounds of Tom's grunts and groans pushed you even closer to your orgasm. His hands lay on your waist to hold him up as he rammed inside you ferociously. Once glossy eyes shut allowing salty tears to fall from your eyes as the coil in your stomach began to snap. "T-Tom i-im gonna come," you exclaimed and within less than a second, he stopped.

"You get to finish once I try out the rest of those lovely techniques that "person" used on you."