#holding this baby cat in my hand gently you need to have a happy ending you deserve the world...

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you already know how this story ends

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#mint.png #laikas comet #furry #mars... ouugghh i love them so much. they are so small and they deserve so much better and they will get it. #holding this baby cat in my hand gently you need to have a happy ending you deserve the world...

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TKR Men Taking Care of Their Sick Partner HCs

Characters: Hakkai, Mitsuya, Taiju

CW: None

Reader: GN w/ high fever/super sick

Part 2

Mitsuya

As much as he loves you, he will be wearing a mask and maintaining a 3 feet distance at all times. He has little sisters to take care of and a sewing club to run, getting sick is not an option.

He'll sit you on the couch swaddled in blankets with your favorite show/movie playing while he goes and cleans. Mitsuya's the type to clean so well that he'll leave things better than when he arrived.

If you're the type that has a chronic illness or get sick often, he'll make you a few sets of custom of PJs that are so comfortable you feel like you're floating on clouds.

Since he often cooks for his sisters and mom, you bet you're gonna get an easy to eat, nutritious meal that is so good you groggily propose to Mitsuya right then and there.

"I'll think about it. Get better first," he says calmly. Deep inside he's already designing your wedding outfits.

Once you're asleep, cuddling the plushy he made, Mitsuya will gently push your hair out of your face and just bask in your beauty.

"Sorry I can't cuddle with you, baby. I'll make it up to you when you're better, promise."

Hakkai

Even though the both of you have been dating for some time, Hakkai is still nervous when it's just the two of you. So, his visits will usually be with Takemichi or Yuzuha and you guys might play some games or watch some shows if you're up for it. He'll slide you some sweets or takeout you're craving as well.

If he visits by himself, however, that's different.

When he first enters your home, he's flustered. He hasn't been in your room before, especially not with just the two of you alone. But when he sees you passed out on your bed with a flushed face and heavy eyebags, he puts all his nervousness aside.

If you end up waking up a little, Hakkai will bend down beside your bed and caress your face.

"Ho- How ya feeling? Have you eaten yet?" He'll whisper, eyebrows furrowed.

You say no, and he gets straight to work. He lifts you gently from your bed and props you up on the couch. After opening the blinds just enough to let some needed light in without adding to your migraine, he'll unpack the soup he brought.

Let's be honest, no one can top Mitsuya's food, but he tried and that alone made you feel better.

Once you're done eating, he'll let you hold his hand or let you lay on his lap if you ask. Of course, Hakkai's face will be just as red as yours and trembling like a leaf. But, he loves you and you're already his partner, so he'll brave it.

Taiju

My HC for him is that he's a germaphobe, total clean freak. He hardly ever gets sick, but something about snots and boogers grosses him out. Taiju runs a tight ship, a clean ship.

He probably won't visit very often. If you're just sniffling a bit, he'll drop off food and snacks before leaving. Maybe a hug, and definitely no kiss.

If you're having a full on coughing fit and sneezing like your lungs are filled with dust, he isn't coming within 10 feet of you. Taiju will use his long limbs to keep you faaaar away from him.

Taiju is the type to call you and stare at you through a window scolding you for getting sick. You're tired of it, but you know he cares when he sends someone by with a goody bag.

It's usually Yuzuha or the cat and dog duo (Koko and Inui). Most often it contains medicine and food that he forced had someone make. If you're lucky you might even get a card!

"Get Well." It reads. You're unsure if it's heartwarming or a threat. Either way, you're happy.

Author's Note:

This is the first installment of my "Sick S/O" HC series! I'll be adding onto it as I watch the anime and read through the manga. I hope to do all the characters and eventually do a girl version, but I don't quite have a grasp on Senju's personality yet and I want to release all the girls in one post.

#mitsuya x reader #mitsuya takashi #hakkai x reader #hakkai shiba #taiju x reader #taiju shiba #tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyo rev headcanons #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev x you

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To Call You Mine

Chapter 10.5

Authors note: Thank you all for humoring my April fools joke, for being such good sports this real chapter is full of fluff with a sprinkle of smut. Hope you all enjoy! 

Warnings: smut(grinding, groping, lactation kink, vaginal penetration), a/b/o content(knotting) 

Word count: 4757     Nat Masterlist    Marvel Masterlist   TCYM Masterlist

   It's been about a month since the New Year's gathering with your friends, and every move Natasha has made since then has been utterly adorable. First she made sure to schedule all the appropriate appointments with the correct doctors, even though she’s only had to go to one so far. And then she began to look up all the items she wanted for the pups nursery, and lastly she's been nesting. Which is currently what you find her doing. She shifts around in her nest, fluffing pillows the way she wants them and rearranging some blankets. 

   “Alpha?” she calls out, turning to look at you where you stand

   “Yes my Omega?”

   “Can you please come cuddle? I need my nest to smell like you to get comfortable.”

   A soft smile spreads across your features, “Of course Natty”

   You gently join her in the nest, sitting down beside her. A purr rumbles in her chest as she snuggles into you, practically crawling into your lap and your strong arms wrap around her. She nearly melts in your hold as you begin to scent her and the nest, a sense of peace and love washing over her. Unbeknownst to her, her purr becomes louder and you chuckle at her cuteness.

   “Is my Omega happy?”

   She nods, “Very happy. This is what I’ve always wanted.”

   “Me too” you admit, kissing her cheek, “I’m so excited to have this life with you, Dima and our pup”

   “Don’t forget Liho” she teases, and the cat meows from her spot on the nearby windowsill

   You both laugh, “Oh yes, and Liho. I could never forget our kitty”

   The two of you fall into a comfortable silence for several minutes, just content to be soaking in each other's presence and scents. But after a while your Omega shifts in you arms, letting one of her hands rest against her small bump

   “Do you want a boy or a girl?” she asks, looking up at you with curious eyes

   You ponder it for a moment, “I think a girl would be nice, but I’m not picky Natty. As long as they’re safe and healthy I’ll be happy. What about you?”

   “I want a daughter” she confesses with a smile, “I love Dima so very much, but growing up I always dreamed about having a little girl.”

   You move your hands to cup her small bump and she leans even further into your touch, “Then I hope it's a girl, because I want my Omega to get everything she wants. She deserves it.”

   It doesn’t take long for your mate to fall asleep in your embrace, and you make no attempts to move from her nest. Instead you simply pull the blankets up snuggly around you both and make sure Dimas baby monitor is nearby. Though it's rare for the pup not to sleep through the night, you’d rather be safe than sorry.

   When Natasha awakes the next morning she's greeted by the sight of you asleep beside her and she's absolutely thrilled that her nest and blankets smell like you. She knows the whole house is yours and therefore hers, but there's just something in an Omegas instincts that make them cling to their nests when with pup, and to have hers smelling like her mate, her safe space personified, it really soothes her.

   She takes a moment to look over your peaceful features and she begins to purr, happy that her Alpha is so content beside her. Unfortunately she can't watch you slumber long as the cooing on the other end of the monitor informs her that her pup is awake and she knows it's best to feed and tend to him before he actually cries out for her.

   She slips away from you as stealthily as possible and makes her way upstairs. She makes quick work of changing Dimas diaper before settling into the rocking chair with him. She lifts up her shirt and in no time he begins to suckle.

   "You know my sweet boy, you're going to have to learn to share." She tells him, running her fingers through his messy hair, "You're going to have a sibling in a few months. Someone for you to play with" 

   His bright eyes look up to her and she wonders if he understands what all that means, or if it's something he'll have to see to take in. She remembers she took the news of Yelena's pending arrival quite well, but she was also older than Dima currently is when that news came. She really hopes he'll be just as close with the new pup as she is with her sister, sibling bonds in a pack are something special.

   Just then her phone goes off and thinking it could be you letting her know you were awake and making breakfast she eagerly picks it up. But instead of her Alphas name she finds her best friend's name across the screen.

   Wanda: Good morning Nat. I was wondering, do you have plans for today?

   Nat: Nope, I'm free. What's up?

   Wanda: Care to go shopping with me? You've had a pup already and I would really like your advice on things to get for mine. I'm much more nervous about all of this than I expected to be.

  Nat: Aww, of course I'll come Wans! And there's no need to be nervous, you're going to be a great mom, I know it.

   Wanda: ❤️ thank you dorogoy(sweetheart). Pick you up in an hour?

  Nat: sounds perfect. See you soon

  She slips her phone back in her pocket before she stands and makes her way downstairs, her pup still attached to her breast. She quietly re-enters the bedroom and sits beside you in the nest, letting the hand that's not supporting Dima caress your face.

   "Y/n, baby" she calls out, smiling as your brows twitch, "Alpha, time to get up"

   You yawn before opening your eyes and though you're still groggy a smile spreads across your lips as you see your Omega and pup in front of you.

   "Mornin' Natty"

   "Good morning baby, sleep well?" She asks, her hand still caressing your cheek

  You nod, "Very well. Did you?"

  "Mhm, I certainly did"

   "Good" you declare, moving your one hand to hold hers while your other grabs Dimas, "Mornin' sweetheart"

  Despite enjoying his breakfast he still manages to coo at you and squeezes your fingers affectionately and Natashas mind wanders to images of you and the unborn pup interacting in such ways as well, making her heart swell.

   "Wanda wants me to help her while she shops for her pup, she's picking me up in an hour if that's ok."

  "Of course it's ok." You tell her, squeezing her hand, "Just be careful. It's dangerous enough for Omegas out there, let alone pregnant ones."

  "We will be, because there's no way Vis is letting her go alone. She may be driving but she's not alone"

   You nod, "Ok good. I'll keep Dima here so you can be out as long as you need to be with them."

   "You sure you won't mind?" She asks, still not entirely used to having such a caring and considerate mate

  "I'll be fine. Tony says I probably won’t be needed until April, so all I have to do is check over my guys schedule, make sure they show and handle a small bit of paperwork. I can easily keep an eye on him with the monitor until I'm done and then me, him and Liho can have some fun."

   She smiles and leans in for a quick kiss, "Thank you Alpha. I appreciate you so much, my love"

   "Aww Natty, it's really no problem."

   "I know, I'm just so thankful I have you" she replies just as Dima finally detaches from her, "Would you mind taking him so I can get ready?"

   "Of course not" you reply, sitting up and taking the pup from her, "Come on buddy, let's go get you the rest of your breakfast"

   By the time you're finished feeding him his oatmeal and fruit your Omega has finished getting ready and she joins the two of you in the kitchen with a kiss to each of your cheeks.

   "Here detka(baby), I know you don't have a lot of time before Wanda shows up, but you need to eat. For both of you."

   Her heart warms as you hand her a freshly made omelet, with all of her favorite ingredients and she happily grabs the plate from you.

   "Thank you baby” she says, giving you another kiss on the cheek before sitting down at the table next to Dima in his highchair, “Were you a good boy for your Mama?”

   He coos at her with a smile and you chuckle, “He was. Ate every bit of his food”

   “Good” she says with a smile, pinching his cheek lightly as she scoops the last forkful of breakfast into her mouth, “Please continue to be good malen'kiy (little one)”

   “Don’t worry, he will be. Now go on, I think Wanda just pulled up”

   She quickly hops up and gives you a kiss, “I love you Alpha, see you later”

   “Love you too Omega, be careful and have fun!” you reply, ignoring the strange sense of deja vu 

   A few minutes after your Omega departs you scoop Dima up and your arms and take him upstairs. You gently set him down in the large playpen in the middle of his room and place a few more of his toys inside with him before kissing the top of his head

   “I’ll be downstairs in my office for a little while, but I’ll have your monitor with me” you tell him, as if he understood a word, “Have fun little guy”

   Not wanting to leave him alone for the entire time Natasha is away, you head straight for your office in order to get to work. You sit down at your desk and smirk at the picture of your Omega that she had gifted you before your focus goes to your computer. You log on and take a look at the schedule for your men, making sure each is on there for their requested hours while also making sure Tony never goes without bodyguards. Satisfied with the schedule you send it off in an email to all your men as well as Tony himself, and no surprise, Tony promptly replies with an email.

    Tony: Thanks Y/n, hope all is well with you and your Omega. Don’t forget I have that upcoming gala that I’ll need you for in about a month.

   Y/n: We’re doing very good, thank you. We’re actually expecting another pup! I’m incredibly excited and nervous. Hope you and Pepper are well too. Right, fundraising for the new research projects, right?

   Tony: Congrats kid!! Why the hell didn’t you tell me sooner!? You’ll need time off!!

  Y/n: Tony, I don’t need time off, I only come in when absolutely necessary to begin with, it’ll be fine. I’ll only need someone to cover for me if something comes up around the time the pup is due.

   Tony: Alright, alright. Fine. Do you know how many you're having? Or what they’ll be?

   Y/n: Not yet, we still have a little waiting to do until then. Probably another month before we’ll know.

  Tony: Well keep me informed and if you need to stay home for the Gala, it's not a problem at all!

   Y/n: Thank you Tony. Now if you’ll excuse me I have some paperwork to catch up on

  Tony: No problem kid! Talk soon!

   You close your laptop and pull a small stack of paperwork out of one of your file drawers and set it infront of yourself as you grab a pen. It’s nothing exciting. Just signatures here or there and a few forms of approval for new and better gear. About halfway through you pull out your monitor and look at your pup through the camera, and you smile as you see him contently playing with a few of his stuffies. 

   “Mama will be done here soon honey” you tell him through the device's microphone, assuring him that he's not alone in the vast house. You listen to him babble for a little bit before setting the monitor back down and getting back to work. 

   Finally you finish everything and you clean up your workspace a bit before heading upstairs. You quietly walk into Dimas room, wanting to see what he was up to without disturbing him. He's now laying on his stomach, his back feet kicking adorably as he chews on one of his first teething rings. He quickly notices your presence though and drops the toy to give you grabby hands.

   “Hi little man” You chuckle as you pick the young pup up, “What do you say we head downstairs, get some lunch and then watch some tv while we wait for your Mama to come home, hm?”

   You carry him back downstairs and settle him down in his bouncer by the tv and you turn on his current favorite cartoon, Bluey, before going back into the kitchen. You scramble up an egg for you and Dima to split, adding some lentils and turkey bites on the side for him before quickly putting together a turkey sandwich for yourself.

   When you return to the living room with your food you find Liho waiting for you on the sofa, her wide eyes scanning your plate for a potential treat. You toss a small piece of turkey to her before returning your focus to Dima. You feed him his lunch between his coos and giggles as he watches his show, only eating your own once he's finished. And of course this means sharing the occasional bite with your Omegas pesky kitten.

   After you gather all the dishes and take them out back out to the kitchen to sit in the sink until you go to wash everything after dinner, you grab a bag of cheese puffs for yourself to snack on during the cartoon before returning to Dima and Liho. As you sit down your phone pings, and knowing it's most likely your mate, you promptly pull it out of your pocket.

   Natty: Hi moya lyubov'(my love), sorry for not checking in sooner but I didn’t want to risk disturbing you while you worked. Everything ok at home?

   Y/n: No worries detka(baby), I figured you were busy showing Wan and Vis everything pup related anyway. All good here, I finished up work a bit ago and the three of us just had lunch. He's behaving perfectly. Will you be eating lunch with them or should I prepare you something?

   Natty: Good, was worried how he would behave, I've never been away from him for so long before. Thank you baby, but no need, we’ve just sat down to have lunch ourselves. I should be home not long after, Wanda just has one last store to take us to, if that's alright.

   Y/n: Of course Natty. Now go eat something delicious and enjoy the rest of your time with them. I'll see you soon my Omega, love you ❤️

   Natty: Love you too my Alpha, see you soon ❤️

After another episode of Bluey ends you notice the pup beginning to lose interest, so you remove him from the bouncer and place him on the floor. You join him, pulling over a few of his toys for you both to play with and you switch the show over to some Winnie the Pooh, his other favorite currently. A few minutes pass when suddenly Liho gets up from her spot on the sofa and darts for the front door.

   You then hear a car door shut before keys jingle and you smile at the fact that somehow Liho knew Nat was home before there was even any indication. The door opens and the kitten begins meowing, acting as if she had been left home alone all day without a sliver of attention. You can hear your Omega fretting over her before she enters the room.

   “Hi baby” she calls out, a smile on her face as she sets down a few bags nearby, “I got a few things while helping Wanda find some things, I just couldn’t help it. I’m so excited to meet our pup”

   You smile fondly at her, “I don’t blame you one bit, I also can’t wait”

   She makes her way over to the two of you and sits down beside you, giving you a kiss in greeting before turning her attention to Dima, “Hi malen'kiy(little one)”

   He smiles brightly and babbles, doing his best to waddle over to her without falling. She opens her arms to him and hugs him tightly, before peppering his face with kisses. He giggles at the action, warming both your hearts and making you both smile. After a bit more attention he lets out a yawn and Natasha knows what that means.

   “Looks like someone is sleepy” she tells you, situating the pup in her arms, “I’m gonna go lay him down for his nap before dinner, when I come back down can we go cuddle in my nest?”                                

   “Of course we can, baby. I’ll meet you in there, ok?” She nods excitedly, before heading upstairs. 

   The small pup wiggles as she places him on his changing table and she chuckles at him while grabbing his feet playfully. He squeals with delight while he softly kicks his feet in a fake attempt to keep her away from him.

   “I’m gonna get you!” she teases, wiggling her fingers dramatically before tickling his small belly

   He erupts in a fit of giggles and so does she as she continues tickling him, all of which you can hear and see through the monitor that sits on the windowsill next to your Omegas nest. 

   You smile to yourself as you prepare yourself for cuddles. Now you would think it doesn’t take much for that, but when you're an Alpha that tends to overheat easily paired with a pregnant Omega that practically needs to be buried in blankets to feel completely comfortable, preparations are needed.

   You quickly strip down to just your boxers and throw on an old tank top you usually wear when working out before climbing into your mates nest. You fluff up a few of her pillows and scent her stuffies for her to make sure she's comfortable, and just as you finish scenting her favorite blanket she makes her way into the bedroom.

   Your scent is strong now, and the sight of you in your boxers has her mind wandering to some less than savory thoughts as she makes her way over to you. Without hesitation she straddles your lap and wraps her arms around you as she nuzzles against your neck. At first you think nothing of it, she often likes to cuddle in this position. But when her lips start kissing your scent gland and her hips start to grind against you, you realize she had a different motive this time.

   “Does my Omega need something?” you tease, letting your hands moving to grab her  ass to help her move against you

   “You ” she whimpers, feeling your cock beginning to harden beneath her, “Please baby”

   “I got you Natty, just tell me what you need”

   “Your cock” she purrs, “Need you inside me”

   Suddenly Natasha finds herself laying in her nest with you hovering above her, your arms on either side of her as your hips press against hers. She watches the way your muscles flex and lets out a moan as your bulge rubs against her core, silently cursing the clothes that are in the way.

   “Y/n, please” she whines, wiggling her hips as her hands tug at your tank top

   You can’t help but smile at her needy state, but you relent to her wishes and move away long enough to remove the offending items from yourself before moving onto her. Her shirt is the first thing to go, her bra following right after and you can’t resist the urge to let your tongue lick at the few drops of milk that escape her breasts. She lets out another whimper and one hand wraps itself around you to hold you there while the other presses against your abs as if to distance herself from you and you chuckle at her predicament. You make a decision for her, pulling away and removing the rest of her clothes so you can give her exactly what she wants. 

   “You're soaked Natty” you breath out, letting the tip of your cock rest against her opening

   “Mhm” she whimpers, her hands gripping the blanket beneath her in anticipation

   Finally you push your hips forward, slipping inside her easily as you both let out a moan of pleasure. You start thrusting immediately and she lets out a soft purr when you begin to cover her chest in kisses, your hand trailing across her small bump

   “I love you” she says, running a gentle hand down your back

   You look up at her with a grin, “I love you too Natty”

   She guides your face back up to hers and captures your lips in a passionate kiss and moans when your tongue slips inside her mouth. Her arms wrap around your torso and her fingertips dig into your shoulders hard enough that you expect a few bruises to be left behind. You break the kiss in order to catch your breath and she takes the opportunity to once again nuzzle against your neck 

   “Ooh god!” she exclaims as your cock rubs against a sensitive spot inside her, causing her walls to clench tightly around you

   “Fuck!” you moan and Natasha practically melts at the gruffness of your voice

   The speed of your thrusts picks up as you chase your release, you knot quickly beginning to form and you can tell she's just as close as you are by the way she flutters around you.

   “Knot me, please” she begs, “Fill me up baby”

   With one final thrust your knot slips inside her, locking you together, and your warm seed pours into her eager pussy, throwing her into her own powerful orgasm. Her head falls back as she lets out a mixture of beautiful noises and her arms tremble slightly as she comes down from her high

   “You alright?” 

    Her eyes slowly open to look at you and she gives you a satisfied smile, “Mhm”

   “Good” you reply, cupping her face in your hands. Your thumbs caress the apples of her cheeks, causing her to purr at the affection

   You pull your hands away and wrap them around her before rolling over, letting her rest atop you while your knot holds you two together. She keeps her arms tightly around you,her head resting against the center of your chest as your fingers card through her hair as your other rests on her hip. 

   By the time your knot deflates she's practically asleep in your embrace so you decide for an easier clean up instead of a full bath this time. You slide yourself out of her, causing her to whimper as she's still sensitive but you distract her with soft forehead kisses

  “I’ll be right back Natty” you whisper as you shuffle her to her side and slip out of the nest.

    You quickly move about the bathroom, cleaning yourself off with a soapy washcloth before moving to prepare one for your mate. Her groggy eyes meet yours as you emerge and she smiles as you kneel beside her. Without needing to be asked she spreads her legs apart, allowing you to gently clean her. Once you're done you cover her with one of her many blankets, only leaving to toss the washcloth in the dirty laundry. And when you return you find her struggling against sleep, no doubt because she's waiting for you.

   “Take a nap Natty” you tell her, slipping under the blanket beside her, “I’ll wake you up before we have to get Dima up.”

   “Mkay” she replies, snuggling against you, “Love you”

  “Love you too” you reply, wrapping a protective arm around her 

  A few hours later you gently cup her face, “Baby, time to get up. We gotta wake Dima and have Dinner”

   She groans and her face scrunches up adorably as she stretches but her green eyes finally open to look at you, “Hi”

   You chuckle, “Hi Natty. Since I’m already dressed I’m gonna go get him, while you put your pajamas on think about what you’d like and I can either make or order it”

   She nods and watches you fondly as you leave the room, finally pulling herself out of the nest and into her most snuggly pair of pajamas once she hears you and Dima making your way out of his room via the monitor. She watches you diligently place him in his bouncer as you turn on cartoons for him before turning to pet the curious Liho where she sits in the armchair

   “Hi baby, thanks for getting him” she says before hugging you

   You wrap your arms around her, “Of course. Figure out what you want for dinner?” 

   She hums in thought, “How about pizza?”

   “From the shop that makes the brownies?”

   She nods excitedly, “Yes please!”

    You smile and pull out your phone, quickly hoping on the Doordash app to place your order of pizza and brownies, “It’ll be here in about ten minutes”

   “Thank you baby, better go get Dimas food ready”

    By the time she's finished making his rice with small portions of veggies and meat on the side you're opening the door to collect your order. You carry it in and set it on the table, returning to the living room to grab your pup while she plates his food. You get him in his highchair at the table while your mate brings over his food as well as plates for the two of you. You sit down across from her, closest to Dima so that she can eat unhindered as you help him with his meal.

   After a few bites of her pizza Nat is reminded of something Wanda had mentioned earlier that she wanted to bring up with you, “Alpha?”

   “Hmm?” you reply only looking to her once your pup swallows his spoonful of rice

   “Wanda said next month she and Vis are going to go find out how many pups she's carrying and their genders, and i was wondering if we could do that too. They should be just big enough by then” she asks, her nervousness evident

   You know this nervousness has nothing to do with you, it stems from Brucs behavior. Nat now struggles to ask Alphas any questions, as she wants to avoid upsetting them. But she's much better than she had been, especially with you. But this subject deals with something emotional so it's natural that her anxieties would flare up. You take a second to set Dimas spoon down before turning to face her and you bring your hand up to hold hers

   “I would love that, my Omega” you answer honestly, giving her hand a squeeze

   She gives you a wide grin, but that quickly turns to a look of surprise as rice flies into the side of your face. You give her the same expression of shock before turning to your pup and he lets out a high pitched giggle as a few grains fall to the table. Natasha begins to laugh with him, despite her attempts not to and you can't help but laugh along with them

   “And this is why you're still not allowed cutlery mister” you tell him, reaching for his spoon

   “I don’t know, I think he did pretty well with that shot” your Omega wheezes through her laughter 

   You shake your head, “Oh there truly is no deny he's related to you or Lena thats for sure”

   “Oh!” she exclaims, “She has to see what her nephews accomplished, look here!”

   Begrudgingly you do so, letting her snap a photo and send it off to her sister and probably Wanda too. Sure enough your phone dings twice and you take a glance at the notifications

   Lena: He's got my aim. I am so proud. ❤️

   Wanda: Lookin good hot stuff, loving the new accessories

   You look over at your still giggling mate, “I’ll remember this when he nails you with applesauce”

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[fantastic-bby]

SKZ vs. someone arguing w/ their s/o

Pairing: Reader x member

Word count: 1.3k

Genre: Fluff | Crack | Headcanon

Summary: How your SKZ boyfriend would react to someone picking a fight with you in public

Warnings: Arguments | Mentions of bars

Masterlist

Chan - the one to calm you down

Honestly he probably already saw the anger bubbling before you even felt it 

So he would take whatever precautions he needed in order to try and calm you down before you go boom 

The kind to hold onto you to try and help calm you down 

Bcs he knows that you would end up focusing on him more than whoever you’re arguing with

Would also try talking you out of it 

But very soft type “honey, they’re not worth it”

Would try to pull you away gently bcs he doesn’t want you to lash out 

Seems like the kind of person who would be really good at helping to suppress his s/o’s emotions bcs he knows how to read them 

Would also try to avoid giving the other person attention bcs he doesn’t want to add more fuel to the fire 

“Love, let’s go. It’s really not worth it—come on.” 

Minho - the one who would fight for/with you

Someone’s trying to fight his baby? 

HIS baby??? 

Someone’s trying to ruin HIS baby’s mood and is offending them??? 

Yeah not on his watch

Minho would pull out all of his stops and would fight them back

The kind to shove you back to get up in this person’s face instead, finger pointing right in front of their face and everything 

But he isn’t the kind to yell, he would be more calm with how he fights back bcs he honestly just wants to make sure that you're safe

Would push his s/o back because now it’s his time to shine and he knows he needs to protect the absolute love of his life and he’s not going to let some asshole ruin your night 

“Do you want to see what hell looks like? Say that again, asshole, I dare you.”

Changbin - the one who uses his strength 

Okay so out of context this either sounds dangerous but also could sound kinky 

It’s neither, I promise

But he has the strength, so he might as well use it, right? 

If someone started a fight with his beloved darling and it started to escalate, I wouldn’t put it past this guy to pick you up and LEAVE

The kind to pick you up, throw you over his shoulder, and start walking away

The entire time his s/o would still be yelling at the other person from his shoulder and the other person wouldn’t even have time to process what the fuck is happening 

Wouldn’t even say anything else, Changbin thinks his job is done 

He pulled his darling out of the situation and the fight is over 

Now all he has to do is keep you happy and safe and not angry anymore 

Would kiss you all over the face to calm you down and tell you you’re his “strong little fighter” and that he’s so proud of you for holding your ground :(((((

“It’s okay, darling. You won! You don’t have to be so mad anymore because you’re safe now!!!”

Hyunjin - the one to try and calm you down but would start fighting

Would try calming you down like Chan 

At first he doesn’t really want to get involved bcs he's more focused on pulling you away to mediate the situation

Soft verbal reassurances to try and get you thinking straight because you’re like fucking mad okay 

Would hold onto your shoulder gently to try and pull you away

But when that person starts poking the stick at him instead OH it's a whole other story

Would just push you aside and start screaming at the other person instead 

The kind to get into a cat fight with this person honestly 

Like how the fuck did they make you so mad? Bro now he’s mad because they’ve stepped over like all of your boundaries and they're arguing w him too

So now he’s full on screaming, hands flying about the place 

Would start pulling each other’s hair and now you’re confused bcs like why the fuck is my boyfriend pulling this bitch’s hair???

“You wanna fucking fight?? I’ll give you a fight, BITCH” 

Jisung - the one who would pretend the other person doesn’t exist to pull you away

Jisung’s not a fighter—which is totally fucking fine, it’s just not something that he’s comfortable with

Would probably try and avoid confrontation in general, but also would get so anxious if he saw his s/o fighting with someone

 Gets extremely worried bcs this guy thinks of the worst case scenarios all. Of. The. Time. (pls treat him kindly) 

Wouldn’t know how to handle his emotions if you were the one who started yelling back, but he knows that he needs to do something to calm you down

And he knows that he can’t just run away or else it could get worse and his darling honey bun could get hurt 

The kind to suck it up and would try to pull you away very suddenly 

You wouldn’t even have time to react bcs he would have dragged you away so very quickly and so very suddenly that you’re not even mad anymore honestly 

You’re just confused and now you’re faced with a very displeased looking Jisung

“Please, can we just leave? It’s not worth it.” 

Felix - the one who hypes you up

This guy is just pure chaos to me 

He would see the conversation starting and he would watch as it would progress into an argument 

The entire time Felix would just stand back and watch as his beloved would rip into the other person

He knows he should do something about it, but he just thinks it’s so cool to see his partner just standing their ground and standing up for themselves

The kind to just start cheering in the background but would throw in sweet words in between every hype 

Would quite literally be eating or drinking while watching like it’s a show because he’s so into how strong his s/o is rn 

Honestly I feel like he’d only try stopping the fight if it gets physical and he doesn’t want you getting hurt

But if it doesn’t get physical, he’d wait until it gets to a point where it’s just tiring to watch or if you’re starting to get a little bit more distressed

Which is when he would finally step in like ahhhhh let’s go

“Fuck yeah, babe! Rip into that asshole! You’re the love of my life!!” 

Seungmin - the one who would stop the fight and leave

Unlike Jisung, Seungmin doesn’t pull you away because he’s starting to get a bit anxious, it’s more of the fact that Seungmin thinks the other person is stupid

I don’t see him getting like pulling you away quietly 

He would probably just turn you around and would tell you that you’re leaving and then pull you away

So slightly different from Changbin and Jisung 

Idk this guy feels so deadpan I can’t read him that well lmao

But probably the kind to laugh at first and then would stop the fight like he would physically stop the two of you from fighting 

Would get involved for two seconds to say ‘fuck you’ and then leaves 

So he somewhat helps with the issue but only because the fight is really stupid and it wouldn’t be your fault in the first place

“Pull that stick out of your ass before it hits  your brain—let’s go sweetie.” 

Jeongin -  the one to try and calm you down but would fail

Almost like Chan, he would try calming you down with words and touch

But it wouldn’t work and he would end up letting you continue bcs he knows you would win

Like Felix, he would sit back and watch, but he wouldn’t be getting the same amount of enjoyment because he’s more worried about what would happen if it becomes physical

Would probably prefer to sit back and cheer you on a little less obviously and would also tell everyone that you’re, in fact, his s/o

So he’s proud of you for holding your ground, but if it gets physical then he’s going to get involved

The kind to break the fight by physically standing in front of you and pushing you in the other direction

Would also try to distract you if you’re easily distracted like me

Pushes you back until you’re not even in front of that person but he doesn’t strike me as the kind of person who would actually attack the person either 

More worried about you than anything else honestly 

“Rip into them! Fuck yeah! I’m dating them!!!!” 

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[harlowcomehome]

Can you write something about jade and hazel making a poster to convince you and Jack to get a pet 😭

-you’re favorite person ever in the world 💕💕💕

“Meet Lucky”

A/N: OMG JACK? Thanks for requesting this, you are my favorite person. 🤭

Hazel and Jade had been begging you and Jack to get a pet for the past month.

It started when Hazels friend Paige from school had the entire class visit her families new animal shelter. The class took a field trip that day and got to spend time with all the animals.

Hazel was instantly in love with all the cats and dogs she saw, questioning why her family didn’t own a pet.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want one, you had always secretly hoped to get one, you just never had the time. Jack had been touring nonstop until recently, you had two kids to worry about and just never thought to push the subject.

Jack however, was completely uninterested in the idea. He had gotten a puppy early on in his career and found it to be too much work, and he ended up rehoming it with a friend. He held on to that impression and he just never cared to get another pet, it felt unnecessary with the lifestyle all of you lived.

Hazel had been asking you both to go with her to visit her friend and their family at the animal shelter again.

After making many excuses you finally pulled your husband aside and told him it might be a good idea, he sighed reluctantly but the four of you decided to go down and look at the animals.

“Okay girls, we are just here to visit. We are going to love on the animals and they are going to stay here, where their home is.”

You turned and nodded to Hazel and Jade, “yes daddy” they said in unison as they got unbuckled.

You helped both girls out of the car and walked inside to the shelter, it wasn’t what you usually saw, there were no cages, but fenced in areas where the animals could roam free.

Hazel and Jade held hands, something they did often when you were out places. Hazel greeted Paige and Jade followed them as they ran around with the dogs.

Paiges parents greeted you both instantly, you could tell the husband was a fan which made you giggle, you always knew the look in someone’s eye when they were starstruck, so you left them to talk.

You walked around petting some of the cats, before watching your daughters giggle while playing with a bunch of puppies.

Paiges mom approached you “they’re adorable! Your girls I mean” she laughed and you thanked her.

“Well, the puppies are too” you smiled.

“We are a no kill shelter so we get a lot of puppy drop offs” she rolled her eyes and you nodded.

“It’s really good that you’re a no-kill shelter we need more of those.” She smiled, watching you as you admired how happy your daughters were.

“Hubby doesn’t want a pet huh?” She laughed and you did too.

“Nope.”

“He’ll change his mind, they always do” she smiled and you nodded.

“I hope you’re right.”

Hazel and Jade walked over to you, pulling you to come play with the puppies, you excused yourself and followed them.

You walked over to the puppies and Paige.

Paige picked up one of the puppies “I think this one is my favorite for you” she laughed.

“Oh, for me?”

Paige nodded and you smiled as you held the puppy up to get a better look before setting it down gently.

“He sure is a cutie” you smiled.

Jack walked over to you and wrapped his arm around you waist, you leaned against him and sighed.

“No” he laughed and you looked up at him.

“I didn’t even say anything” you sighed and he scrunched his nose at you.

“Didn’t have to.”

“Look how happy the girls are though….” You teased and he shook his head.

“They are happy when we get to have ice cream after dinner, they’ll be fine without a puppy.”

“Alright girls, lets get going” you called.

Jade walked over to the both of you but looked up at Jack “daddy, you don’t wanna hold a doggy?”

“Oh no baby girl” he bent down to pick Jade up and put her on his hip “daddy is allergic to dogs.”

Hazel looked over at the three of you after hearing that, she just stood shaking her head, she knew that wasn’t true.

You looked at him with shock and mouthed “you dirty liar.”

He winked at you before the four of you loaded up in the car and headed home.

After dinner Jack excused himself to your home studio.

Hazel ran up to you instantly.

“Whats the plan mommy?”

You looked at her and held back a laugh, “the plan?”

“Me, you and Jade all want a puppy, it’s just daddy who doesn’t” she shrugged and Jade sat behind her nodding.

“Daddy isn’t allergic either, he just said that” Hazel pouted.

“Yeah baby, he was just joking.”

“Well he needs to get better material” Hazel said with sass, causing you to laugh again, she was always saying something that made you laugh.

You sighed and ran your hands through your hair “You both really want a puppy huh?”

Jade nodded “we need a doggy mommy.”

“I know you liked the puppy today” Hazel looked at you with big eyes.

You laughed “I do… kind of want a puppy” you smiled. “I don’t know girls, daddy is pretty set on not getting one, I don’t want you to be heartbroken if he says no again.”

“We just gots to ask real good” Jade mumbled but you and Hazel were good at decoding all that was Jade.

“I have an idea, lets make daddy a really good poster!” You smiled and both girls nodded.

“Hazel and Jade, clear off the kitchen table and I’ll go get the stuff from your play room” you said as you walked away and they both moved quickly.

You went into the play room, knowing you still had some leftover poster board from Hazels last school project and a few art supplies the girls used often.

You knew Jack would be cooped up in the studio for the remainder of the night so you didn’t worry about him catching you three.

You got a few gel pens, glitter and some glue, you had stickers and just about anything you could think of, this poster board really had to WOW him.

You and the girls worked on the poster board for a good hour and half before bed time, making sure it would be perfect for Jack to wake up to the next morning.

The next morning came along and you woke up next to Jack who was still out cold, you knew he didn’t come to bed until about three in the morning so he’d definitely be out for another hour or so. You snuck out of bed and made breakfast, waking up the girls when it was ready.

You plated breakfast for the girls and your husband who was still snoring in the bedroom.

“Should we wake daddy up? I’m nervous” Hazel giggled as she swing her feet in her chair.

“I think we should” you giggled back and the girls both grabbed the poster board and followed you into the bedroom.

You nudged Jack to wake up, letting him know the girls were in the room before he said or did anything inappropriate.

He yawned as he rolled over to sit up. He leaned against the headboard and rubbed his eyes. He saw the girls both holding the poster board backwards, just the white was showing.

“What’s this?” He yawned while looking up at you.

“The girls wanted to put something together so they could ask you a very important question” you smiled.

Hazel and Jade turned the poster board over, showing photos they drew of all of you as a family with a small dog drawn next to you. Of course there was also some scribbles but hey, Jade did her part!

Jack looked over at you and let out a small groan, he looked back at the poster board and eyed the hard work that went into it.

Jade crawled into bed next to him “Daddy we please get a dog?”

Hazel sat behind her and gave him puppy dog eyes, which led you to stand behind her and give him the same eyes.

“I’ve been outnumbered haven’t I?” He laughed.

“Looks like it Harlow” you giggled.

“Yeah Harwoah” Jade repeated and both you and Jack laughed.

“Little missy it’s daddy to you!” He tickled her belly and she giggled.

You looked at Jack and poked out your lower lip, making him throw his head back and groan again.

“Don’t do that Y/N” he laughed “that’s not fair at all.”

When he looked back at you he noticed your girls were making the same pouty face.

“Alright fine, but Hazel and Jade, getting a dog isn’t always about fun. It’s about responsibility…” before he could continue Hazel interrupted him “mommy gave us this talk already daddy.”

“Can we go get a dog today?” You asked and Jack nodded.

“Good, I made you breakfast by the way” you smiled.

“Why did that sound like you were debating on telling me about it?” He laughed and you smiled “you know me so well.”

“So if i would’ve said no to the cute poster board and pouty lips?…”

“Bye bye bacon” you giggled, as you two followed the girls into the living room.

You heard the doorbell ring and you looked at Jack confused, “who would be ringing the doorbell?”

He smirked and you walked over to the door, it was Paige and her parents holding the puppy from yesterday with adoption papers for you to sign.

You grabbed the puppy and turned to Jack with tears in your eyes “you already planned on getting us the puppy?”

Hazel and Jade quickly ran over and you reminded them to be gentle as you handed the puppy to them.

Paiges mom and dad came in while you signed the paperwork and explained that Jack had called them last night, making sure the puppy wouldn’t be adopted by anyone else. You assumed he had called when he went to the studio.

After Paige and her parents left you walked over to Jack who was happily eating his breakfast, you sat in his lap and pushed his curls out of his face. “I love you, you know that?”

“Yeah, you better” he laughed and you kissed his forehead “but, I love you too” he replied.

“What made you change your mind?” You smiled as you continued to play with his hair.

“Just felt like it was time” he shrugged “ seeing how happy you and the girls were made it an easy decision.”

Jade and Hazel ran over to you both excitedly holding the puppy “we named him Lucky!”

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow fanfic #dad!jack

[blue-bluee]

-ˋˏ S H Y ˎˊ —> Chapter 2

Characters: Quorch, Lyle, Z-Dog, Mansk, Sir Jameson (hes a cat), little bit of General Ardmore.

Warnings: Fluff! Lots! Cute recoms with a kitty! General A is a bitch as per usual. Angst if you squint.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2 (You’re here!)

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“How am I supposed to know cats like to eat?? I’ve never had a cat before and he’s just a lil guys why can he just eat some rice or sumthin.” Z-Dog rolled her eyes at Lyle.

“Oh my god it isn’t that hard to maybe fry up some fish or maybe some sort of unseasoned meat? Move I need to check on the sink.” She said, shoving him aside. He raised his hands in surrender, eyes widened.

“Yes ma’am.”

She was running a small bath for the black kitty in the sink, while she waited for him and Quaritch to get acquainted. She smiled at the thought of how the kitty snuggled into her chest while she carried him, surprised that he didn’t bite or scratch her.

“Mansk!” She called, dipping her finger in the lukewarm water filling the sink. Mansk say up from where he was laying in the floor.

“Yes’m?” He asked, obviously having almost falling asleep.

She sighed as she looked at him, his shirt hair somehow messed up and his sunglasses crooked. “Can you make the cat a bed?” He smiled as his tail started wagging in excitement.

“Oh my god yes I can I have some stuff that I can use I’ll be right back-“ he said, starting to run to his room when he ran into Lyle, who was holding many fruits in his hands, trying desperately to figure out what to feed him.

“Oh my god you two are useless.” She said exasperated. “Alright the waters warm enough for lil man. I’ll go get him. You two,” she said glaring at the two on the floor. “Do something useful. Or else I’ll tattoo your foreheads.”

All she heard while she walked down the hall was hushed whispers and gasps.

“I see you two had fun while I was gone.”

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Sir Jameson was pleased to have a name.

He smiled in that silly way that cats do as he trailed behind Z-Dog, his little tail wagging.

“Awww, guys look he’s happy!” She smiled, poking Lyle in the shoulder.

“I’m so glad we came up with that name. See! We did something useful!” He said proudly, his tail wagging with pride. It caught the kitties attention, seeing the black tuft of fur at the end of his tail move around he couldn’t help but jump at it.

He may have also latched onto it with his teeth and teeny claws.

“OH MY FUCK-“ yelled out Lyle, causing Mansk and Z-Dog to fall down with laughter.

He head heavy footsteps from behind them all, and a light snicker.

“Y’all should know better. He’s so small YALL could have smushed him.” Said Quaritch.

“S-sorry boss.” Mansk wheezed, still shaking with laughter.

“HE BIT MY TAIL” cried Lyle, simply shook.

“Stop waggin it then.” He said, picking up Sir Jameson.

“Cmon, let’s get you clean huh?” Z-Dog wiped tears from her eyes then reached for the lil kitty, Quaritch handing him over to her.

“Go wash your hands.” She nodded to him, dirt covering his hands. “Sir Jameson here hasn’t had a bath in a really long time, haven’t you lip guy? Oh that’s right, you haven’t-“

“Can you stop with the baby talk.” Asked Lyle. She stared at him point blank.

“Nope absolutely not he is my little fellow, my sweet summer child. Look at him he is smaller than an actual baby he’s perfect for baby talk.”

“When he gets older he’s gonna stare at you the way you glare at me.”

“You are one-hundred percent wrong. He is a sweet lil man he won’t betray us that way.”

“Shit up and give the lil stinker a bath already.” He rolled his eyes at her.

“You shut up and make him some damn food.” She turned away from them all, her tail swishing behind her as she sauntered away. She held him outwards, with his face towards her as she spoke gently to him.

“You gonna be a brave man for me? The water ain’t to hot but I’m not sure if you’ll like it. You can scratch me if it’s too hot okay?”

Then she lowered him into the sink, his little body scrunching when he touched the water.

It was warm. He missed warm.

But he wasn’t used to it.

His little body was shaking at the amount of effort it took for him to keep his little legs and tail scrunched.

“Hey, hey it’s okay, it’s just water. It won’t hurt you okay? Nothing is gonna hurt you.” Said Z-Dog, petting his head with one of her fingers. He was that tiny compared to the recoms.

He looked at her face as she smiled a little, and he decided that it must be okay to just touch it a little. They didn’t throw him yet so maybe this means that they were gonna keep him forever.

He dipped his little paws in the water, and he hadn’t felt such relief for a while. It relaxed him, and made all his muscles go all soft and relaxed.

He really liked it.

Then he sat down in the water. He ducked his little head into the water, warming his whole body. He closed his eyes and meowed happily at Z-Dog, as she had his little face held in her hand, as she gently lathered soap into his matted fur, massaging out all the dirt.

Quaritch leaned over to look at the kitty, peering over her shoulder. “Lil man was real dirty. Poor guy. Knock on my door when you’re done, I’ll have a lil present for him.

She nodded, not saying a word, only smiling at the little kitty.

“You really needed this didnt you Sir Jameson?”

He purred.

When he was all clean, and wrapped into a little tea-towel (he was too small for a regular towel, especially since their towels were really big because of their size) she carried him to Quaritchs room, and softly knocked.

“Yup?” He called from inside.

“Open up, kitty’s all clean.” They both heard his heavy footsteps coming towards the door.

“Ta-da!” He smiled opening the door. There were old shirts that lay ripped up on his bed, torn to scraps, and bandages all over his blue fingers. Sewing supplies lay all over the room, a small box overflowing with hidden supplies.

Z-Dog smiled. “You made him a lil blanky?” Both their ears perked up at the excited little meow he let out.

“Yeah, figured if he’s gonna stay he needed some little comfort.”

“I FINISHED HIS BED!” Said Mansk, carrying one of his hats towards them, filled with an old T-shirt full of cotton balls.

“It isn’t much but I figured he would like it.” He shrugged, holding out the hat.

“I think he likes it.” Said Z-Dog smiling down it him, wagging her finger in his face for little scratchies.

He licked her finger.

“Where will he sleep?”

“I guess we just let him choose that himself. Let him wander around, take a look. Leave all your doors open, see which one he really likes.”

They found him sleeping on Quaritchs pillow.

So they put a little hand warmer in the cotton filling, grabbed him and gently placed him in the hat, then covered him with the patch-blanket Quaritch made him.

He felt warm.

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A/N: plz help I forgot how to do the (read more) 😭

#avatar angst #avatar #avatar mansk #avatar recoms #avatar fluff #colonel quaritch #quaritch x reader #recom quaritch

[thesunshineriptide]

first off i kiss your writing on the head it’s so nice and i hold gently how you write ortho. he is sososososo cute

i come again with another ortho request. may i have some platonic ortho sleepover headcanons? stealing him (/J this is consensual), bringing him to ramshackle and having a nice sleepover with him because he deserves it (ft grim if you’re feeling up to it!!!)

SDFKJSKJGHDSFJKN thank you youre. So sweet and i love seeing your comments on the stuff i post it always makes me so happy. i am SO sorry for this taking forever (and especially with the lack of content I was able to provide) but thank you so much for being such a good sport I really appreciate it <3 /gen /srs

Weekend at Ramshackle Dorm

Convincing Idia to leave Ortho alone with you is…difficult. He doesn’t mind when Ortho goes out during the daytime, since he’s usually nearby and always comes back to charge at night, but a sleepover somewhere else? Now, that’s…thats a little scary for him

Especially since HE wasn’t going to be coming so if something went wrong…

It takes a lot of coaxing, promising, and setting up systems before Ortho is allowed to spend the night at Ramshackle dorm

Idia is both against this idea but also very proud at the same time, which is how your sleepover gets delayed because Idia has to make some adjustments

The adjustments are a set of pajamas (well….a new body that’s modeled to look like pajamas…and a new charging port while he’s at it)

Also as a part of Ortho getting to stay over…Grim has to be somewhere else.

Coincidentally, Idia is free that night and LOVES cats (plus they have matching fire hair?? So like-)

Basically, it’s baby swap for the night.

With ortho, there’s a pretty limited number of things he can do at a sleep over. Pranks aren’t gonna fly - first of all, he’s a child, but second, Idia will kill you. He can’t eat, so snacking is mostly just you, and he can see any movie instantly. So what can you do?

A lot, actually. Ortho may not be able to eat, but he’s happy to help make some cookies, especially when you agree to let him take some to Idia. https://www.instructables.com/Minecraft-Chocolate-Chip-Cookies-IRL/ 

He’s also a big fan of fortune tellers/cootie catchers, apparently. It’s not something he’s ever seen before, since Idia stays to official games instead of ✨kids games✨

He has to set up his charging station in his own room (Idia SAID) so you end up spending some time just making the room comfy before he enters rest mode

He needs goodnight hugs 

Still a little bit before he goes to bed so you two settle down and watch a movie together (finding Nemo)

Ortho beeped cheerfully as you stood in the kitchen with him, dancing happily as the music playing.

“I shoot my arrows in the air, some-times,

Sayin' ay-oh, creepers K-O'd,

Loot his remains and now his sulfur's, mine,

Sayin' ay-oh, not today-no,”

Ortho’s joints whirr as he puts his hands above his head, head thrown back and eyes shut as he giggles and sings along, “And then I go to work, Under the birch tree, And I'll make myself, Tons of TNT.” He grins, sharp teeth on full display, “I can do that too, you know. Want me to show you? Initiating hyperbeam cannon…”

“No!” You yelped, “I- I mean, no thank you. Shut…shut that off, please.”

Ortho did as told with a sheepish smile,  “Your heart rate and adrenaline levels went up considerably. Apologies for startling you.”

“It’s alright, Ortho. Let just not set off anything potentially deadly in the dorm, okay?”

Ortho nods enthusiastically. His eyes light up a bit, “Scanning room for potentially deadly machinery.” He spins around, staring at the room, “Matches found. Match: Oven. Dirty ovens make up for 1 in 5 housefires. Match: Phone. That brand of phone is made cheaply and has had several instances of catching on fire spontaneously due to the batteries exploding. Match-”

You laugh nervously, “You’re right, but maybe I should make it clear. I actually meant potentially deadly weaponry, not just general machinery. In other words…a laser cannon.”

Ortho nods, “Oooh, I understand now. Updating system…”

You smile slightly, swaying back and forth as the song plays. You stare at the cookies baking in the oven, the scent wafting through the air as Ortho updates himself.

“Complete. Thank you for teaching me about safety, Y/n L/n!”

You hum approval and smile, “Of course. Now, you were gonna show me a dance?”

“Oh! Right!” Ortho smiles, buzzing his way over to where your phone sits. He pulls down the video playing on YuuToobe and taps something in, giggling slightly with mischief as he does so.

“Beep, beep, I’m a sheep, beep beep, I’m a sheep.” Begins to play, and you let out a sigh. Ortho grins wider as the song continues.

“Yeah, now some of you might be wondering, How exactly does one beep beep like a sheep? Take it away, Gabe!”

You sigh and settle against the counter, checking the clock idly. Ortho has been doing this at random all night, and you manage to fall for it every. Single. Time. You wonder if the fact Idia made this possible might be a form of revenge against you.

“Step one: throw your hands up and point them to the floor! Step two: Here's what to do, now get down on all fours!”

Ortho acts out the song dramatically, due to the fact that Idia, in his infinite wisdom, created a function specifically so Ortho could elongate his limbs like a cartoon character. It is simultaneously sweet, cute, and rapidly becoming a bit annoying.

“Step three: Just bounce around, it's easy, follow me! Step four: Go crazy now, and beep beep like a sheep!”

Ortho sways from side to side, looking much like a rubberhose animation come to life, as he laughs and giggles and begins to chirp and beep. For as much as his joke was becoming tiresome (and a little uncanny from his dancing) it was a pleasure to see him happy, so you bite your tongue.

The oven beeps as the timer on the cookies goes off, and Ortho beeps back at it every time it blares. You laugh as you pull out the cookies and set them on the stovetop before turning off the oven and closing the door.

The song continues to play, though Ortho’s abandoned his dancing in order to hover next to you and peak at the cookies.

“They look so realistic! Thank you, Y/N!” Ortho says, smiling even wider than before, “I’m sure they are delicious. Thank you for letting me bake with you, despite not being able to eat them.”

You laugh and ruffle his (flaming, OW) hair, “Hey, it’s never a guarantee that they’ll turn out, but it’s the process that counts. Thank you for baking with me. Now - while the cookie’s are cooling, you wanna set up your room? After that we can watch a movie, and I can deal with putting the cookies away later.”

#idia shroud #ortho shroud #twst yuu #ortho shroud x reader PLATONIC #PLATONIC #/P #sleepover #twst ortho #twst idia

[cxffeereid]

You have a “growth”, and his name is Eddie.

Soft!Eddie Munson x GN! Reader

Warnings: Implied smut (no actual smut)

Overview: A cute morning with Eddie after being away from him.

AN: This is my first fan fic I am posting of Eddie! I have more to come as well, I hope you all like this cute fluffy one shot! <3

Word Count: 762

You and Eddie finally get together after you both confirmed your feelings for each other in a very drunken state at Steve’s house party a few months back.

Now you are both glued together, one isn’t far from the other. Always together, never apart for more than a day until you were. You were out on a family business trip, and unfortunately Eddie couldn’t come. Now you are back, he is clinging onto you for dear life.

The night you came home from the trip, Eddie was already waiting to pick you up to take you back to your second home, he missed you that much. In the morning, you woke up in-tangled with your boyfriend's tall frame and had to use the bathroom. After freeing most of your body, you left the bed but a pair of sleepy arms grabbed your waist.

“Where are you going.. it’s so warm and nice here.. please come back..” He pouted as his face was covered by most of his hair. “I haven’t been able to sleep like that in weeks..” He sounded so sad, sleepy that your heart melted.

You giggled, looking at him in awh and sat back into the bed. He gently rubbed your hip as he laid his head on the pillow, looking at you through his hair.

“I need to pee babe.. and food, I’ll cook us something real good..” You get up again, as he huffs slowly getting out of bed himself to light up a cigarette. You opened his bedroom door to see Wayne already up, as you slipped into the bathroom.

As you were leaving the bathroom, Eddie quickly reattached himself to your waist and his chin on your shoulder.

“Good morning, Wayne! Been a few weeks since I saw you last..” You chuckle as Eddie mumbled. It was probably about how long you were away for.

“Good morning, sweet. How did you sleep? and yeah, your father told me about his trip before you left.” Wayne said as he looked up from his newspaper.

He continued to say; “and I see you have a growth on you… called Eddie” He chucked at his joke as you do too. Eddie groans slightly, biting you a little.

“Hey now.. I know you are hungry but don’t bite me..”

“That’s not what you said last-” Eddie was cut off before he could continue.

“Breakfast! Would you like anything cooked? I was thinking of making waffles and pancakes” You offered Wayne as you reached a hand around to play with Eddie’s bedhead.

Wayne chuckled at the fact you shut down that statement, and how his nephew was acting like a cat with you petting his hair. You were also sure that he was gently purring like one too.

Wayne declined the polite offer as he was going out early this morning. Eddie’s position still holding your waist, looking at his uncle.

“Eddie baby, as much as I love you clinging onto me, I need to get ready for making our breakfast” He nodded and let go, sitting near his uncle as he fixed his bedhead.

You walked back into the bedroom to find your socks as you forgot to put them on before going to the toilet, as your feet were getting a little cold.

“I’m real happy for ya, Ed..” Wayne smiled at his nephew as he pats his back, getting up and heading for the door. “You treat ‘em well and keep ‘em. You only met someone like that once..” Eddie nodded and smiled.

“Oh, they are stuck with me until the end of time.” Wayne leaves the trailer as you came out from the bedroom with your socks on now. Eddie just looked at you, hungry but it wasn’t for food.

“Aww, is he gone now? I love talking to your uncle. It’s one of my favourite past times when you are still sleeping” You pouted, playing with the hem of the oversized Metallica t-shirt you stole as pyjamas.

Eddie wandered over to you, acting all innocent until he grabbed you by your thighs, throwing you over his shoulder. He kicked open his door, and flopped you onto the bed, pinning his arms over your head.

You yelped his name in surprise from the sudden moment but before you said anything else, he kissed you deeply. His hands were exploring your body like it was for the first time again.

“Now.. real breakfast time, your dungeon master is hungry..” He uses his leg to kick the bedroom door closed.

#eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie x gn!reader #stranger things #soft eddie munson #eddie x you #eddie stranger things

[nuclear-scone]

MAMMON HEAD CANON #3

Mammon took care of Satan.

Let’s be honest, Mammon, was and still is, I’d say the most compassionate one out of the demon bros. So I don’t think it would really be much of a stretch that he cared for him in some way.

Taking into account lots of the factors, Mammon was probably more open about how he felt and felt no need to hide or play ‘tsundere’ when they first fell. He might have even tried getting closer to his brothers after, inevitability ending in failure because they’re grieving.

Ultimately he understood that they were grieving and decided to give them space while still making sure to care for all of them in someway or another. Whether it was buying small accessories for Asmo to help with getting used to his sin or making sure leviathan didn’t just stay cooped up in his room, leaving beel an extra serving of food after dinner, carrying belphie back to his bed after falling asleep in random places to even leaving warm cups of tea outside Lucifer’s room after he finished his paperwork for the day.

All in all, they were a bunch of sad sacks sitting around the house. Mammon probably also looked for ways to distract himself about Lilith’s death and well what better way than taking care of his new baby brother.

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HOW IT HAPPENED

Now this isn’t his first rodeo. He’s had five other younger brothers and one sister to care for when they were back up in the celestial realm. So when Lucifer, one day out of nowhere comes home with a small bundle of green in his arms that’s immediately pushed into his with only a small mumble of “here,” he was more than ready.

At first it was pretty smooth sailing for them, sure there were a few ups and down, what with him having bowls of baby food thrown at him and having to deal with his temper tantrums, it was pretty good. Then the teething started. Little twerp would naw on anything he could get his hand on. Be it people or not, if he could get his small hands on it or you, it was free game. He was worse than a hungry Beel.

Oh, but it got much worse once he was mobile.

When the little one took his first step Mammon was over by the bookshelves picking out a bed time story for him. Now imagine his surprise when he felt a small hand grasp his pant leg. You better bet there were tears of joy because only more would follow. He couldn’t help it, he’s an emotional guy, ya know? He only wished he had gotten it on tape, so that he could rewatch it over and over again. After all, his baby brother had come to him and what a while it would be until it happened again.

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“Da!” His first word. Oh, did his heart ever feel this giddy yet terrified all at once. His first word, his precious little ones first word. How over over joyed he was to finally hear him speak! Yet, the fear in his heart grew and along came a clammy feeling of cold dread washing over him. Away went the giddiness of hearing his first word and in its place sat the festering dread. Gently, he ruffled the little one’s head, tears at the corner of his eyes as he knelt in front of him. Looking him in the eyes, he spoke in the sternest tone he ever had.

And then he became “Mammy.”

After a while, once he could speak and walk properly came the question of “what’s my name?” Names. He had completely forgotten that the little one never received a name. Back in the celestial realm, names were given by their father. Father. He had no right to give him a name. He froze. Taking in a deep breath and holding it then letting it out. He marched his way up to Lucifer’s office, knocked once before opening the door without so much of a response for the other.

So what if he came back a bit bruised and battered after? It was worth it in the end because he had gotten a name, “Satan.”

Mammon and little Satan went on many adventures after. They strolled through the house garden where they met the two most curious cats. One white and the other yellow. Mammon learned that Satan loved cats. Especially the older white cat that seemed to care for small yellow one.

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On their second outing Satan finally met one of his other brothers, Asmo. He was out in the garden with the two cats. Sat by the back glass doors so that Mammon could keep an eye on him at all times when he went inside. He sat there waiting for his Mammy to bring him the glass of apple juice he asked for, he didn’t notice when Asmodeus caught sight of him. As he continued to play the other brother had started to make his way over, pulled by some force and fueled by some unknown rage, he finally reached the small child. Seeing a shadow loom over him, little Satan turned around and the only thing he could remember before everything went dark was blazing pink orbs and the feeling of wrath coursing threw him.

That day he became aware of his other brothers. Ones who weren’t gentle like his Mammy. Ones who didn’t cuddle and care for him when he cried. Ones who didn’t love him like his Mammy does.

He learned to stay away from them when his Mammy wasn’t around.

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As time went on Satan grew right before his eyes. He was both saddened and happy. Saddened that his little boy brother was growing up so fast and probably wouldn’t need him again like he used to. Saddened that the tight knit relationship they once had was coming undone right before him. But he was happy. There came a strange form of relief and happiness from watching someone who was once so small grow right in front of you. Time continued on and everything began to change. He was saddened yes, but he was happy. Happy that his other brothers were coming around to the idea of Satan being a part of the family. Happy that they had finally overcome their grief, and accepted the loss of their sister. They were finally a family again. Ah, his eyes were starting to sting and the smile on his lips began to wobble.

Oh no. He was getting emotional again, wasn’t he?

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#obey me beelzebub #obey me asmodeus #obey me satan #obey me leviathan #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me characters #obey me brothers #obey me angst #mammon angst #obey me headcanons #obey me! shall we date? #obey me

[muffindaddystyles]

Someone hurts Y/N at work; and Harry’s owner of the company.

Angry young man CEO!H very protective of his lovie :)))))))))))))

It was Tuesday. Tiring Tuesday is what Y/N calls them to be because they lurk in the middle of week and drags you after a Monday. Today, it’s the worst fucking Tuesday since the day she started working at this company.

Harry offered her. More to say tried to convince her with his sweet puppy tactics, tried to lure her in with his seductive begging and would mumble the same thing in her sweaty neck while balls deep in her, “Please sweet toots ... promise I wouldn’t be there to take ye' interview, please work in my company.” He squished her sides in desperation. Y/N whined, mind too occupied in the way he’s leaking into her, the head of his cock angled to rub at her spongy wall making her hug herself into him.

“I could be a very hard boss in my office, ‘s all ‘m saying.” He wiggled his brows at her playfully, hissing when his double joke earned him a tight fit around his prick and he was soon forgetting all of it when she canted her hips to let him slick deeper inside her.

It’s not that; Y/N doesn’t wants to work at his company. When her boyfriend asked her so sweetly and stout-heartedly. Call him a sap but he actually wants to be closer to her in every possible chance he gets – she gives him an unyielding amount of comfort and happiness when she’s with him.

There’s this silver of pride he wants to take (since he’s the biggest narcissists) in being a power couple, because in the end everything will be theirs.

But she doesn’t want to seem like she took advantage of him. She didn’t study and worked hard many years to be called dependent on her boyfriend. She wanted to find her first proper job herself – feel all the odds and jitters of her firsts after UNI.

Harry called the battles off knowing his little stubborn baby’s too much a wiggler and he believes in her and he’s very proud of her previous achievements, he just wants to see her happy working with him or not.

She indeed got it. She was finally a design editor at a grand magazine company, excited to meet her boss who’s one of her absolute favourite graphic designers in the industry.

Harry and her celebrated her baby step towards her success by going out at this cafe which had cats you can pet and love on.

He was blissed to see her this happy, considering it a win win situation. But she doesn’t need to know? Does she? And Harry didn’t do anything suspicious? Did he? Nobody even know who she's! And if Y/N wants that, he’ll have it that way.

Soon her enthusiasm deflated like a sorrowful balloon whirling in the air for seconds before falling on the ground and getting it’s existence neglected, because, her boss was the meanest bitch alive.

At the moment, Y/N forced the pertinacious lump of pathetic tears down her throat, not blinking to dry out the moisture threatening to fall from her waterline feeling humiliation creep up her skin and making her want to shrink into herself and never show her face.

She listens patiently and optimistically as her boss practically screams at her for not liking the designs Y/N worked to modify for damn 62 hours and the Karen still had an audacity to degrade, Y/N.

Y/N gasped, stumbling back in fright shock when the file that had her precious designs composed in it flew and hit Y/N, the ragged corner of it scratching Y/N’s delicate skin and her boss was spinning away from her to stare coldly at the bustling city outside through the window drowning into fumes and anger.

Y/N opened her mouth, guppy like. Wanting to say something back and call her out on her act but she felt like her voice got strangled into her chest.

ShitShitShitShit.

Hammering in her brain when she felt something warm oozing from her skin and she’s panicking, wiping a vicious streak of blood from her jaw with her trembly fingers and scuttled straight to the washroom before anyone was able to see her in such vulnerable condition.

She had enough of it and left out of there without a word to anyone, not even to her cubby mate. She bottled all the emotions that were rattling against her bones to flood out of her each pore, until she could reach her home and once she did she was having a humongous and ominously scary breakdown, glad that Harry was stuck in meetings and the house was all of hers to cry ugly.

Once she was all blue lips, puffy and swelled up cheeks and eyes, nest of a hairstyle and all burned up lungs she was calming herself down with deep breaths just Harry taught her.

Scrubbing and cleaning herself off then going to bed without waiting for Harry, something very rare and the right hit in the nail for him to know she isn’t feeling well.

He was welcomed by silence. No dinner, just leftovers in fridge and his insides became all crummy and not very pleasant when he tailed to the living room and wasn’t met by his lovebug; either cramming her head to sketch down designs with an ipad in her lap while a buzz of random Netflix show accompanies her, dossing off cutely with hundreds of her study journals and magazines messed around her on the floor, or her in sleeping pyjamas with food already set up on the coffee table and brightening the whole room with her squeals when Harry announces his presence.

None of that instead he finds her in their bedroom, drowned under layers of blankies and her stuffies with room lit dark.

He coos softly, mattress dipping down from his weight and his heart expands and melts all around his other organs at how adorable she looks sleeping in his hoodie. He chuckles shaking his head at the way she has the strings of the hoodie squeezed around her head, not sure how she’s able to breath at how tight it seems around her neck.

Doing his own routine he was slipping into the bed, sighing from the warmth and how toasty she has made the bed already.

He bunched her against his chest and kissed her head then spooned her up in his arms, lips fluttering into a smile when she hummed and sniffed basking into his scent.

“Oi sleepy.” He whispers down at her cupping her neck and giggles softly when she whines mushing her cheek against his chest only to grunt sleepily and muffle her yelps into his sweatshirt.

Harry’s brows shoots up into slight bafflement then dips down into a frown when he slipped his calloused palm under her hoodie to cradle her jaw and felt something graze against his thumb that was about to press into her soft skin to bring her for a night kiss.

“Hey...” He perches himself on elbows, switching on the lamps and ignores her groans grasping the blanket she was about to pull over herself, huffing at him to let her sleep but Harry’s more stubborn than her if it involves assuring himself she’s okay and right now she’s not and Harry was already feeling it in his bones.

“Lemme see.” He persists gently, peeling the blankets and the hoodie off her head while she’s still stirring into sleep not able to open her eyes how much she tries because of the exhaustion dumped on her from whole day.

He stares at the wound she did a shit effort to cover with a gauze messily over her jaw and tiny bit area of her neck, a long bandage reaching to her ear and Harry tries to think rationally and not freak out as he touches it with cautious fingertips.

“What ... the –- fuck, Y/N what is...is this?” His mouth falls slack. His ears buzzing for a moment and he wraps his arm around her shoulder to bring her up as he leans them against the bedhead.

He feels bad when she knuckles at her eyes warily and mumbles something that’s barely audible.

“What happened, baby? Talk t’me? How did y'hurt yourself so bad?” Worried and fearful. He bombs her with questions not waiting for her to be fully awake and his heart breaks miserly upon focusing his gaze on her face, her angelic face that’s now soaked with sadness –- she’s been crying.

His loves been crying and he wasn’t there for her.

“Who did this to you?” Y/N's eyes widens abruptly. The alertness in them vivid for Harry to see under the lamp glow and she gasps, nose twitching and lip wobbling as Harry grabbed her chin and ducked to her eyelevel to ask her tenderly with a layer of strictness under his tone, “’M asking, Who did this to you, Y/N?” Her fragile heart could already take so much and she strangled out a sob lowering her head down in embarrassment.

“’M.. I’m —-.. no –..not telli –-..telling you,” She hiccups breathlessly, shaky fingers fisting onto the blanket thrown over Harry’s lap and he holds her hands kissing them gently, “I’ll know it one way or another baby. Don’t force me to get outta my way to find —–“ His soul stabbing glare was enough for Y/N to ramble and at first he thought he didn’t heard her right, that she was mumbling too much but when the reality seeped in gradually Harry almost froze in his spot.

“I know it’s very shameful —..” Y/N stammers barely able to get in a breather and Harry’s head snapped at her words, removing his nails away from making little graves in his palms and his jaw which almost felt like breaking from the hinges from how painfully furious he had it set relaxes as he tries to calm himself down and not to grab his keys and drive to that bitch's house to trash her place.

Because how fucking dare she treat anyone like that in his own fucking company.

“Hey, hey. Now none of that toots. Look at me darling, oh my sweet moppet ... shh.” It slices his heart in pain to see Y/N like this -- so small and disheartened. How dare she hurt his such delicate, sweet, loving girl like that? How!?

“You shouldn’t be ashamed of yourself moppet. She should be, fo’ being such a heartless prick.” He spat, his guts full of bitter and hatred. His skin hot, his grip on her tightening protectively and his chin quivers trying to lock all his anger inside and not to burst out like a pressure cooker.

“I’ll deal with her tomorrow.” He nods curtly to himself, poking his tongue to wet his grimacing lips and Y/N was too woolly to get what’s he’s saying.

His gaze flitters back on her. His demeanour turned incredibly soft and gentle for her smooching a big generous kiss to her salty lips and then to both of her cheeks cared in both of his palms, “Are y'okay? D'you want me to take you to hospital?” She shakes her head mewling and melting and caressing herself into his wrist.

“Why didn’t you call me baby?” He asks her doing anything in his power to mask the hurt in his tone and sighs touching his forehead to her's when Y/N sniffled, “Didn’t wan’ you to worry.” He slid his forearm under her bum and scooched her atop of him, patching tiny careful pecks to her jaw.

“But, that’s love moppet. Worryin’ bout you, takin’ care of ye' and beating anyone raw who even dares to have evil intentions towards you,”

“Remember the time y'snubbed that one guy’s oh so expensive shoes who was very rude to me at one of your graduations party?” His simper turning into a proper ironic grin when she giggled hoarsely nodding along and the tension in his muscles released watching her getting better.

“Proper broke his big toe with your heel darling.” He giggles with her and then Y/N realised how sad and awful Harry’s feeling, how it’s hurting him the same way it hurt her an year ago.

“How about we have a glass of milk .... it’ll help us sleep less grumpy y'know.” He murmurs in the crook of her neck, elbow cocooned safely around her shoulder blade as he kisses the side of her head again and again nose buried in her hair to smell her treacly smell.

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In the morning he was tragic to hear Y/N sound so heartbroken and dejected as she told him, “I’m going to resign and accept your offer.” Her smile small and sad, hugging him looping her limbs around his torso lazily.

“’kay baby, but first eat your brekkie.” He kissed her hair and squished her pout when he moved away to make some calls to his assistant.

Y/N had no-idea what he was upto. Glad that he was driving her to the company and that he was immensely supportive of her decision, her insides pooled with warmth and giddiness when he tried to cheer her up with his silly jokes and singing along the radio murmuring rubbish whenever he forgot the lyrics.

She was utterly confused when upon reaching he was giving the keys to valet boy to park his car and interviewing their fingers in a strong grip before leading her inside, even though she should be the one to do so.

She sputters a, “Huh?” when instead of telling her he’d wait for her in the lobby he’s rounding the corner towards the elevators and turns his wrist to push her infront of him to keep her closer to himself all the time.

When the doors are sliding apart the people scurrying outside halts for a moment, not looking Harry in eyes and keeping their heads low.

Phones were already rung in the building that Mr. Styles will be coming un-announced and everyone should be prepared to face the consequences if they stumble upon him – because well he isn’t in such a nice mood to start with.

“Harry.” She pokes him in ribs feebly, stepping away from him feeling timid due to few pair of eyes in elevator watching her awkwardly and maybe judgingly.

The tension in space could be cut through knife, as if everyone’s holding their breaths and she pouts taking a good look at Harry who’s smirking smugly confident in his element.

Do they all think her boyfriend’s way too intimidating and out of reach for them? They should know he’s such a sweetie!

Y/N huffs. Folding her arms over chest when Harry paws at her hips and pulls her back against his chest resting his chin atop of her head with a shit eating grin.

In all seriousness. Showing them that’s she’s his's and belongs under his wings, which will keep her safe and protected till his death.

“How did you know my boss's office’s on tenth floor?” She squints up at him suspiciously.

“Hmm. Dunno, moppet. Magical powers or summat?” He teases her, putting a hand at the small of her back to nudge her forward making her blush pink and ducks down to whisper in her ear, “You got this toots.” Biting her earlobe playfully to stroke down her anxiety upon sensing her hesitancy to step in the hallway that has cubicles lined up.

He already got this. He ordered his assistant to get the resign letter ready and showing her who’s the boss here’s not much of hurdle for him.

It’s weird. Bloody weird. Y/N wants to turn back and run away because the moment they step inside the whole damn hallway falls eerily pin drop silent and everyone’s peeking up from the short walls of their cubicles and then diverting their eyes immediately in embarrassment and apology seeing Harry behind her.

The ones who’re standing bows their heads lightly in respect for him and scurrying away to give him a way and that’s insanely surprising and weird.

Harry on the other hand was no stranger to those bogey looks. Of curiosity, uneasiness and dread when he passes through the crowd of his employs. Y/N is.

Slowly perhaps. It starts to sink in— jumbled and disoriented when she looks back at Harry. He’s keeping his head held high and shoulders tilted back with poise and conceitedness, hands stuffed into the pockets of his pants and because though it makes him look like a proper snob— he is their boss and the owner of this company, he should act like one.

“Mr. Styles.” Y/N’s boss assistant Marina who’s usually very chirpy (and undeserving of all the yelling she gets from her boss) turns pale at Harry’s presence. She’s the only person Y/N's very keen of, now she’s fretting towards them with her head lowered and tries to stammer something but Harry’s walking past her with his lips pursued as he goes inside without knocking.

“Harry...” Y/N tattles behind him, lunging to clutch onto the hem of his suits coat, to scold him to stop babying her and let her handle it herself, too late since she’s already meeting with the sight of her overly stressed and upset boss.

Her knees almost gives in when Harry snaps his fingers for the employees that were inside to give them privacy and takes in the most relaxing breath of oxygen, feeling a gag of bitterness in his mouth from even looking at her.

Y/N gasped. Her boss (which she’s not sure is her boss anymore) gasped. The sweet assistant Marina gasped. When Harry told her in the most composing way– though his blood’s boiling absolutely sheathing through his veins.

“You’re fired.” His demeanour cold and voice monotone not giving a fuck how much she shakes and cries for his forgiveness.

“Mr. Styles. I..I can explain–-" She stammers rushing from the back of her desk and stops obediently when Harry gestures her to not to take another step forward.

“There’s no excuse for abuse. I don’t want your lame explanations, I can’t have an abusive asshole running my company for me ... we might be strict on our employees but we aren’t monsters.” He grits, his eyes flaring piercingly with rage and showing no empathy towards her as she pleads him to forgive her mistake– those bricks of money makes you work baby.

“You hurt someone so dearly to me ‘n think I’ll forgive ye'?” The assistance eye’s blows away at newfound information, Harry Styles love of life’s none other than Y/N. The girl she used to have smoked sandwiches and milkshakes with in their lunch breaks.

“I didn’t know ...” He chuckles ironically at her hypocrisy and that’s the last straw for him before he’s threatening her to call the security and she’s getting out of there cursing him under her breath but Harry grabs her from elbow roughly, conceding his brow at her dauntingly.

"Apologise to her right fuckin' now."

"Sorry, Mrs Styles. I'm very ashamed of what I did." She says nervously and Y/N nods not able to speak from the butterflies that are flapping around her stomach, which sure didn't go unnoticed at Harry's side and he smirks at Y/N.

When they’re left alone. Jovial cackles are bouncing against the walls and he’s pressing his hip to the desk, securing his hands around his triceps as he folds his arms infront of his chest entertaining himself to the cute and fuzzy reactions of his girl at what just happened.

“See. Told ya, nobody could defy my bossiness at work.” He grins at her, jerking his hand towards his chest to usher her closer to him and boops her nose smacking an obnoxiously loud kiss to her mouth when she toddles in his arms.

“The offers still there,” He looks down at her cheekily and she shakes her head, a small smile kicking up her lips at his determination and devotion.

“Couldn’t say no to you, could I? What will you be owning secretly next time?” She nips at him, planting her palms firmly against his midriff feeling the crispiness of his shirt underneath his jacket.

“A bakery shop ....?” He muses in the most pondering voice and she scoffs at him through pattering of giggles, “Suck it up Mr. Styles.”

“Hey! I know my prick’s huge but not tha’ much for me to suck it myself.”

Y/N chokes onto her own spit. Shaking her head at him.

“Your innocent employees knows how vulgar you’re?”

“Uhmm. Infact, She gets very hot hearin’ me like tha'.” He bobs his head grinning at her wickedly and she smacks his shoulder, “Harry!”

“Yeahhh! Tell everyone how good I make you feel babbbyy—....” Y/N clamps her hand around his mouth to muffle his lewd fake moaning.

“You’re so embarrassing.” She grumbles wiping his spit sticking to her palm down her skirt and spins around to head for the door expecting him to follow her.

“You don’t talk to boss like that!” He trails behind her, “Boss my ass!” She quips out a squeal looking around to make sure that nobody saw it when Harry slapped her bum.

“Boss someone’s ‘bout to get a pink ass.”

#ceo!harry #ceo!h x y/n #ceo!h x reader #ceo!h x fem!reader #harry stylss angsty drabble #harry styles one shot #harry styles blurb #harry styles smut #harry styles #cute harry #harry smut #harry styles fanfiction #fluff #harry angst #hsh #dom harry

[basedklee]

yandere genshin men reacting to y/n being infertile? especially timaeus. thanks

um who tf said that i was going to be doing requests? i'll write it but damn bitch, wait for me to give you the okay next time.

anyways i added dainsleif, xiao, heizou, and huai'an to this order along with timaeus i hope you enjoy it anon <3

Timaeus

He’s a little disappointed because he wants to build a family with you (to keep you tied to him, of course), but he doesn’t blame you or put you down for things outside of your control. You’ve been so understanding towards him and all his failings (his sloppy alchemy work, the way he can barely speak a word to people he admires like Albedo, his natural all around awkward nature, etc.) that it’s only right that he reciprocates that kindness.

He wraps his arms around you the day that you tell him and vows that he’ll make your dreams of having a child a reality. Timaeus would give you a child. He wouldn’t let anyone or anything get in the way of your happy ending. The very next day, he talks to Sucrose about looking at her notes, telling her that he’s suddenly developed an interest in bio alchemy.

He pours hours and hours of his time working on his studies, the few spare moments he has left spent with you, reassuring you that you’re perfect and beautiful and that your family will be even more so as soon as he makes his breakthrough.

He slips up, though.

Albedo finds out what he’s trying to do and orders him to stop his research at once. For the first time in his life, Timaeus argues against Albedo. You don’t understand! he screamed as Albedo began to confiscate his research, two members of the Knights holding him back. This research is the only way. You would never understand why we need this. You’ve never been deprived of family before.

Albedo is quiet and cold as he takes the last of Timaeus’ notes. He shows him no sympathy, but more importantly, he shows you and your dream no sympathy.

That night, Timaeus comes home and holds you like the world is crumbling beneath him, legs quaking like a baby doe’s. Let’s leave Mondstadt, he says, peeling his sweaty face away from where it had been buried in the crook of your neck. I don’t need his approval to continue my research. I promised I’d make you happy, Y/N, and I meant it.

You move to a small hut on Falcon Coast. It’s a nice, quaint little place, fresh air for you and slimes for him to experiment on.

Eventually, though, you and Timaeus begin to realize that his research just isn’t moving fast enough. You’re in your forties by the time you can sit him down and tell him -- gently -- to give up. You don’t need a biological child to be happy. All you need is a child that you can raise with him.

He weeps for five and a half minutes before saying -- through snotty sobs -- that that’s all he needs too.

You adopt a child from an orphanage in Mondstadt (Timaeus keeping his head down low in case he runs into Albedo or Sucrose) and the three of you live in relative bliss, Timaeus only getting jealous of your love for your child occasionally.

Heizou

He honestly doesn’t mind much at all. Heizou is an older man with a fast paced life, so he wasn’t really looking to have children in the first place when he entered this relationship with you.

Sure, he’d contemplated adding more serious commitments to your relationship to keep you tied to him, but he was thinking of getting you two a shared cat or a dog rather than a baby.

He’s fairly indifferent when you break the news to him, and it makes you cry. It feels like he isn’t serious about you at all, and that he isn’t as committed to you as you are to him.

When he hears you say that he slams his fist on his desk, (breaking the coffee mug that he was holding and spilling hot coffee all over his hand) and seethes at you in rage. How dare you question my love for you? I won’t tolerate this disrespect, go to our room!

You’re grounded for the whole night and then the next day too for “pouting”.

You end up locked up there for a few days, actually. Not because he’s still punishing you, but because he runs off on another mission and completely forgets to let you out.

You survive off water from the en suite bathroom and the granola bars he thinks you don’t know about that he’s hidden in your mattress.

When he comes back three days later he’s very apologetic, and you just wave them off. Those three days taught you that it’d be best to steer clear of any kind of baby talk from now until the end of time.

Heizou may be a great detective, but he’s not the nurturing type, even if he has a fatherly aura with his mustache and dad bod.

Dainsleif

As soon as you admit your secret to him he gets very still and quiet.

After about 25 minutes of sitting in pure silence he finally turns to look you in the eye and confesses, I’m infertile too.

Though he looks young, apparently he has the same sperm production as a man his age would. He’s not even shooting out blanks at this point, the gun is simply not functional anymore.

The two of you have a long talk about whether the two of you are interested in having a family together and what that family would look like if you were to agree to have one.

He’s a bit opposed to having a child. He likes to have you all to himself and, him being immortal and you being mortal, he knows that your time together is limited. Why on earth would he want to share that time with a child that he doesn’t have the confidence to raise (in all his centuries alive Dainsleif doesn’t think he’s even held a child before).

You, however, want to have a child. Not because you’ve always wanted a child, or because you believe you can build a sweet and tender family with him but because you’re yandere too and you’re scrambling to find a way to keep him tethered to you.

Dainsleif is so beautiful and worldly he could have anyone he wants. And, as a traveler meant to roam the earth for all his days, you’re hoping to find something that will keep him coming back to you.

In the end, the two of you settle on not having a child and instead entering into a black magic soul bond where your life is bound to his. Any time he thinks -- even for a fleeting moment -- of leaving you for good, he will go through an unimaginable searing pain that will affect his whole body and vice versa.

This keeps the two of you feeling very secure and happy throughout your days.

Huai’an

He’s ecstatic by the news.

He’s been keeping your relationship a secret from Verr Goldet for years, and the knowledge that he’ll never have to worry about you blackmailing him with telling her about a secret love child puts him over the moon.

You’re upset though.

You’ve been begging him to leave Verr Goldet for years now, or at the very least persuade her into considering opening up their relationship. And now, when you’ve found out that you can’t have a child with the man you love, he’s practically jumping for joy knowing that he can continue to keep things a secret despite your pleading.

This isn’t fair.

You’ve given him everything. You’d do anything for him. And yet he can’t even pretend to care when you tell him your dreams of having a family will remain just that: just a sad pathetic dream.

He’s about to leave and go home, back to the inn, back to his beautiful Verr Goldet when you smack him on the head with the silver platter full of squirrel fish he brought over to celebrate the news.

You drop the platter when you’ve realized what you’ve done, Huai’an bleeding and groaning on the floor.

You think for a moment.

Well, you think, grabbing a shovel and dragging him out back to your garden. I can’t very well just let him leave and get the Millelith now can I?

You bury him up to his chin in the ground, placing a little chicken coop around his head so no one can see him. He begs to be set free for a few weeks, just like you used to beg.

And just like your begging, his is utterly useless.

He spends years in the chicken coop, learning about the outside world through you.

You can’t help the sly little grin on your face when he weeps upon hearing the news that Verr Goldet -- having remarried the year before -- is pregnant.

You never thought someone else having everything you’ve ever wanted (a loving husband and child) could bring you so much joy, but you feel it as you’re wiping the tears from his dirty face.

Xiao

Though he isn’t happy, he’s very relieved to hear this.

Though he’s a yandere and doesn’t want to share you with anyone, he doesn’t like the idea of hurting children and he just... doesn’t trust himself to be able to care for a child.

He’s a monster. A killing machine. His hands are so stained with blood, he wears his gloves even when touching you. How could he ever hope to hold his newborn with confidence.

This is for the best, he says, staring off into the distance, voice barely heard over Verr Goldet’s loud sobbing coming from the other room.

Her husband has been missing, and the Millelith have finally decided to call off the search and pronounce him dead.

It wouldn’t have been right for the two of us to build a family when those close to us have lost theirs, Xiao says, taking your hand then thinking better of it and just grabbing your sleeve instead. He doesn’t want to put his filthy mitts all over you. We should focus on the family we already have.

For the next few years the two of you work on your relationship and Xiao’s fears while simultaneously telling Verr Goldet that she should put herself out there and find happiness herself.

Despite both of you being yandere for each other, you and Xiao were also platonically yandere for Verr Goldet and only wanted the best for her. Though you would obviously thoroughly background check and threaten everyone who approaches her to make sure she’s safe, you want her to have the life and family she’s always wanted.

Eventually, you and Xiao are clapping at her wedding, a single tear in Xiao’s eye as he congratulates the new Mrs. Ragnvindr, shaking (and trying to crush) Diluc’s hand as he tells him not to hurt her.

In two years the two of you are in your new godson’s nursery, Xiao holding him with trembling hands, flinching when the baby grabs his ungloved finger.

You smile.

This wasn’t the family you had in mind, but you’ve found that it’s the one you’ve always needed.

#genshin impact #yandere genshin impact #timaeus #shikanoin heizou #dainsleif #genshin xiao #huai'an genshin

[mostlymarvelsstuff]

To Call You Mine

Chapter 10

Warnings: angst

!! read the last paragraph carefully !!

Word count: 5209   Nat Masterlist   Marvel Masterlist   TCYM Masterlist

   It's been about a month since the New Year's gathering with your friends, and every move Natasha has made since then has been utterly adorable. First she made sure to schedule all the appropriate appointments with the correct doctors, even though she’s only had to go to one so far. And then she began to look up all the items she wanted for the pups nursery, and lastly she's been nesting. Which is currently what you find her doing. She shifts around in her nest, fluffing pillows the way she wants them and rearranging some blankets. 

   “Alpha?” she calls out, turning to look at you where you stand

   “Yes my Omega?”

   “Can you please come cuddle? I need my nest to smell like you to get comfortable.”

   A soft smile spreads across your features, “Of course Natty”

   You gently join her in the nest, sitting down beside her. A purr rumbles in her chest as she snuggles into you, practically crawling into your lap and your strong arms wrap around her. She nearly melts in your hold as you begin to scent her and the nest, a sense of peace and love washing over her. Unbeknownst to her, her purr becomes louder and you chuckle at her cuteness.

   “Is my Omega happy?”

   She nods, “Very happy. This is what I’ve always wanted.”

   “Me too” you admit, kissing her cheek, “I’m so excited to have this life with you, Dima and our pup”

   “Don’t forget Liho” she teases, and the cat meows from her spot on the nearby windowsill

   You both laugh, “Oh yes, and Liho. I could never forget our kitty”

   The two of you fall into a comfortable silence for several minutes, just content to be soaking in each other's presence and scents. But after a while your Omega shifts in you arms, letting one of her hands rest against her small bump

   “Do you want a boy or a girl?” she asks, looking up at you with curious eyes

   You ponder it for a moment, “I think a girl would be nice, but I’m not picky Natty. As long as they’re safe and healthy I’ll be happy. What about you?”

   “I want a daughter” she confesses with a smile, “I love Dima so very much, but growing up I always dreamed about having a little girl.”

   You move your hands to cup her small bump and she leans even further into your touch, “Then I hope it's a girl, because I want my Omega to get everything she wants. She deserves it.”

   It doesn’t take long for your mate to fall asleep in your embrace, and you make no attempts to move from her nest. Instead you simply pull the blankets up snuggly around you both and make sure Dimas baby monitor is nearby. Though it's rare for the pup not to sleep through the night, you’d rather be safe than sorry.

   When Natasha awakes the next morning she's greeted by the sight of you asleep beside her and she's absolutely thrilled that her nest and blankets smell like you. She knows the whole house is yours and therefore hers, but there's just something in an Omegas instincts that make them cling to their nests when with pup, and to have hers smelling like her mate, her safe space personified, it really soothes her.

   She takes a moment to look over your peaceful features and she begins to purr, happy that her Alpha is so content beside her. Unfortunately she can't watch you slumber long as the cooing on the other end of the monitor informs her that her pup is awake and she knows it's best to feed and tend to him before he actually cries out for her.

   She slips away from you as stealthily as possible and makes her way upstairs. She makes quick work of changing Dimas diaper before settling into the rocking chair with him. She lifts up her shirt and in no time he begins to suckle.

   "You know my sweet boy, you're going to have to learn to share." She tells him, running her fingers through his messy hair, "You're going to have a sibling in a few months. Someone for you to play with" 

   His bright eyes look up to her and she wonders if he understands what all that means, or if it's something he'll have to see to take in. She remembers she took the news of Yelena's pending arrival quite well, but she was also older than Dima currently is when that news came. She really hopes he'll be just as close with the new pup as she is with her sister, sibling bonds in a pack are something special.

   Just then her phone goes off and thinking it could be you letting her know you were awake and making breakfast she eagerly picks it up. But instead of her Alphas name she finds her best friend's name across the screen.

   Wanda: Good morning Nat. I was wondering, do you have plans for today?

   Nat: Nope, I'm free. What's up?

   Wanda: Care to go shopping with me? You've had a pup already and I would really like your advice on things to get for mine. I'm much more nervous about all of this than I expected to be.

  Nat: Aww, of course I'll come Wans! And there's no need to be nervous, you're going to be a great mom, I know it.

   Wanda: ❤️ thank you dorogoy(sweetheart). Pick you up in an hour?

  Nat: sounds perfect. See you soon

  She slips her phone back in her pocket before she stands and makes her way downstairs, her pup still attached to her breast. She quietly re-enters the bedroom and sits beside you in the nest, letting the hand that's not supporting Dima caress your face.

   "Y/n, baby" she calls out, smiling as your brows twitch, "Alpha, time to get up"

   You yawn before opening your eyes and though you're still groggy a smile spreads across your lips as you see your Omega and pup in front of you.

   "Mornin' Natty"

   "Good morning baby, sleep well?" She asks, her hand still caressing your cheek

  You nod, "Very well. Did you?"

  "Mhm, I certainly did"

   "Good" you declare, moving your one hand to hold hers while your other grabs Dimas, "Mornin' sweetheart"

  Despite enjoying his breakfast he still manages to coo at you and squeezes your fingers affectionately and Natashas mind wanders to images of you and the unborn pup interacting in such ways as well, making her heart swell.

   "Wanda wants me to help her while she shops for her pup, she's picking me up in an hour if that's ok."

  "Of course it's ok." You tell her, squeezing her hand, "Just be careful. It's dangerous enough for Omegas out there, let alone pregnant ones."

  "We will be, because there's no way Vis is letting her go alone. She may be driving but she's not alone"

   You nod, "Ok good. I'll keep Dima here so you can be out as long as you need to be with them."

   "You sure you won't mind?" She asks, still not entirely used to having such a caring and considerate mate

  "I'll be fine. Tony says I probably won’t be needed until April, so all I have to do is check over my guys schedule, make sure they show and handle a small bit of paperwork. I can easily keep an eye on him with the monitor until I'm done and then me, him and Liho can have some fun."

   She smiles and leans in for a quick kiss, "Thank you Alpha. I appreciate you so much, my love"

   "Aww Natty, it's really no problem."

   "I know, I'm just so thankful I have you" she replies just as Dima finally detaches from her, "Would you mind taking him so I can get ready?"

   "Of course not" you reply, sitting up and taking the pup from her, "Come on buddy, let's go get you the rest of your breakfast"

   By the time you're finished feeding him his oatmeal and fruit your Omega has finished getting ready and she joins the two of you in the kitchen with a kiss to each of your cheeks.

   "Here detka(baby), I know you don't have a lot of time before Wanda shows up, but you need to eat. For both of you."

   Her heart warms as you hand her a freshly made omelet, with all of her favorite ingredients and she happily grabs the plate from you.

   "Thank you baby” she says, giving you another kiss on the cheek before sitting down at the table next to Dima in his highchair, “Were you a good boy for your Mama?”

   He coos at her with a smile and you chuckle, “He was. Ate every bit of his food”

   “Good” she says with a smile, pinching his cheek lightly as she scoops the last forkful of breakfast into her mouth, “Please continue to be good malen'kiy (little one)”

   “Don’t worry, he will be. Now go on, I think Wanda just pulled up”

   She quickly hops up and gives you a kiss, “I love you Alpha, see you later”

   “Love you too Omega, be careful and have fun!”

   Natasha had indeed had a fun time with the Maximoffs, however the smile that had been plastered on her face for the past several hours fell as soon as she entered the front door and walked into the living room. The smell of your blood is heavy in the air and Dimas cries from upstairs are louder than she's ever heard them. Combined it causes a primal fear to course through her.

   “Alpha?!” she calls out, dropping her shopping bags and purse before running further into the house, but she nearly freezes in her tracks once she sees you. Your crumpled form lies at the base of the stairs, fresh bruises litter your face and you lie motionless in a small pool of your own blood, “Y/n!!”

   She rushes to you, gently turning you on your side to get a better look at your injuries, and it’s then she comes to realize this wasn’t just some accident. This wasn’t you tripping and falling down the stairs, no someone had done this to you. If the scratch marks across your neck and the bruises on your knuckles weren’t indication enough, then the scent of blood from a few unknown Betas certainly was..

    “Y/n baby, who did this?” she asks, cradling your head in her hands, “Who hurt you?”

   She receives no reply from you, nor any indication that you'd even heard her and her heart plummets, “Please my Alpha, wake up. Y-you have to be ok.”

   Her hand wipes at the trail of blood trickling down your forehead, desperate to find the source so she can apply pressure to the wound, but just as she does so the house goes alarmingly quiet. Dimas' crying stopped.

   Panic and dread fill her as she quickly stands, but before she can even make it up two of the steps an all too familiar silhouette stands at the top, her pup in his arms, “Hello Nat”

   “Bruce? No, y-you can’t be here” He smirks at her as descends the stairs and she instinctively moves backwards away from him and therefore away from you as well, “You- you're not allowed to be here”

   “But I am here. And I’m not leaving until I get what's mine” he growls out, stepping over your still unconscious form. Her fear filled eyes dart down to you and his smirk turns into a wicked smile, “Did you really think she could cut it as your Alpha? She's pathetic and weak, just like you. She couldn’t even fight off my guys to keep me from getting to my son. If I had been someone dangerous, Dima could be in trouble right now”

   “You are someone dangerous” she replies without thinking, causing his harsh glare to fall upon her

   “I’m not dangerous to my son, Natasha! And I wouldn’t be dangerous to you if you would just fucking listen to me and accept that you're mine! But no, instead you have to fight me at every damn turn! You refuse to submit to me, you refuse to claim me in return, you refuse to respect me! And then, you practically spit in my face by whoring yourself out to the nearest Alpha while keeping my son away from me!” he shouts, causing her to flinch away from him, and her arms instinctively come up to protectively cradle her stomach.

   Realization hits him and he approaches her, quickly grabbing her harshly by the jaw with a growl. She freezes and his eyes scan over her collarbone, “You let the bitch claim you and you fucking claimed her! You're with her pup now, aren’t you!?”

   Her eyes fill with tears as he tightens his hold on her, and her gaze glues itself to her son who is looking at the Alpha that holds him with such fear that her heart breaks, “Please Bruce, put Dima down. He- he doesn’t need to hear or see any of this. Please”

   “Doesn’t need to see any of it?! Is that how you felt when he had to watch some good for nothing Alpha replace his father?! Tell me, did you hide your kissing, cuddling and scenting from him?! Did you quietly admit your affections for the other?!” he practically screams, looking at her for the answers but becoming frustrated by her silence, “ Well, did you?!”

   She chokes back a sob, “N-no, we didn’t”

   “Well, if he got to see how you betrayed his dad then he gets to see how his dad makes things right!” Bruce tells her, his gaze falling back onto her stomach, “Now tell me Natasha, are you with Y/ns pup?!”

   “Y-yes” she whispers, squeezing her eyes shut

  She hadn’t wanted to admit it to him, but she feared what he would do to her if she kept denying him. His grip on her chin is alright tight enough to leave bruises behind, and in the past honesty had always gone better for her.

   A low and terrifying growl ripples through him, it sets off a new level of fear in her and Dima feels it too. He starts crying again, and starts to desperately wiggly to get out of the mans grasp. 

   She hesitantly reaches for her terrified pup, “Bruce, please- ” SLAP

   “You stupid slut” he degrades before walking over to set Dima down on the sofa nearby. He walks back over to her and harshly grabs her by the throat, not caring that tears begin to fall down her cheeks as she sputters for air, “So willing to let Y/n screw you that you never even thought of the consequences, did you?”

   She opens her mouth to ask him to stop, but she finds that she can’t produce words. Whether that's due to her fear or his grip on her, she's unsure. Instead she lets out a whine while pumping out her scent. It's an apology, her way of it at least, and normally it works. Or it at least gets him to calm down long enough to not cause her as much harm as he could.

   “Oh that won’t work this time. You can’t whine your way out of this hole” he tells her, anger still evident in his voice. His grip on the redheads throat tightness causing her to choke further as the edges of her vision begin to go black,and her hands desperately claw at the one he has wrapped around her

   “Get your fucking hands off my Omega”

   Despite her lightheadedness Natasha is filled with a sense of ease at the mere sound of your voice. Which is something Bruce picks up on immediately and he's not happy about it at all. He lets go of her only to turn around and face you with a growl

   “Your Omega!? That's funny, because I remember claiming her and putting my pup in her! You didn’t do any of those things until you stole her from me!”

   Despite your wobbly and injured state you chuckle, “That makes it sound like she had a choice in the matter, or like she didn’t have a choice when she picked me. But we both know you didn’t give her that option, and I most certainly did. She hates your guts Brucey boy. If she didn’t, she wouldn’t have claimed me”

   He snarls before lunging at you, and in your state you're too slow to move out of the way in time, so your back collides with the staircase with a loud thump. You yell out in pain and he laughs at you, likely enjoying the fact that he's actually able to hurt you unlike the last time the two of you fought. Last time you had the upper hand, but he made sure you couldn’t have that this time by having his hired goons beat you to a bloody pulp first. 

   “You aren’t good enough for her!” he shouts, landing a punch to your already sore jaw

   You grunt and manage to push him off you, “Me?! I treat her like a princess, because she deserves that at the very least! You treat her like she's a possession to own, not a person!”

   “She's an Omega!” he retorts, punching your sore ribs, “Of course she's a possession! Just a worthless breeding bitch!!”

   You growl as you tackle him and Natasha frees herself from the cloudiness of her brain in time to watch the two of you tumble across the floor. To her horror Bruce grabs one of the dining room chairs and swings it at you as you try to stand. It breaks over your back in one swift hit and she can practically hear all the air leave your lungs. 

   Bruce ruthlessly kicks you, making you gasp even harder as you fall to the floor, and though it's incredibly foolish to intervene in a fight between Alphas, Nat can’t just stand there and watch this maniac attack her loving mate any longer

   “Get away from her!” she shouts, roughly shoving him. Surprised by her outburst and show of strength Bruce stumbles backwards, which give her enough time to help you to your feet

   Though you're coughing wildly and gasping for breath you still gaze at her in such a loving way. It makes your next words hurt even more, “Get out of here Natty. Take Dima and run to the garage. Get in your car and go. Get to Wandas. Or Carols if you can”

   She shakes her head, “No. No, I’m not leaving you here.”

   “Omega- ”

   “No!” she retorts, clutching at you, “I’m not leaving you alone with him. Not while you’re so hurt.”

   Bruce's growl takes your attention away from your mate, and you do your best to situate her behind you. You don’t even want him looking at her let alone putting his hands on her again

   “You took away the one thing that made me happy!” he accuses, “You took my family and you turned them against me! My mate! My pup! Even my own damn cousin!”

   “You did that yourself by being an asshole!” you reply, tired of listening to his narcissistic monologues

   “I hate you!” he yells, throwing himself at you

   By some miracle you have enough strength to keep him from continuing on his path and colliding with Nat as well, but unfortunately that seems to have been the last bit you had because as he wails on you, you can hardly even lift up your arms to defend yourself from his blows.

   “Stop!!” your Omega shouts as you fall to your knees, a dribble of blood and saliva dripping from your mouth to the floor beneath you. But Bruce doesn't care. He ignores her and walks behind you instead

   He bends down to your level and wraps his arm around your throat, growling as he lifts you up to your feet with a squeeze, “I want my family back!”

   “They're my f-family” you choke out, only making him angrier

   “No, they're mine! That's my son! That's my Omega! Not yours!” he proclaims, grunting as he tightens his hold on your neck, “You don’t get this! You don’t get my happy ending!”

   Your eyes widen and your hands weekly grab at his arm in an attempt to get him off you, but unfortunately at this point your brain has more strength than your body and your meager attempts are getting you nowhere. Natasha notices this and runs to your aid despite her parental instincts telling her to stay back for her pups sake

   “Let go of her!!” she yells, sinking her nails into his forearm, “Get your hands off my Alpha!!”

   “I AM YOUR ALPHA!!” he practically roars, before harshly shoving her away 

   Her eyes meet yours as her ass hits the floor, and she finds herself struck by the fact that despite all of the circumstances, you're still looking at her with so much love. But love isn’t always enough.

   There's a sickening crunch that resounds, and your arms fall limply to your sides as your body goes slack in Bruce's arms. He huffs out a grunt before tossing you to the side, as if you were nothing more than a small trivial inconvenience and not a person whose life he’d just snuffed out. You hit the hardwood floor hard, causing Dimas cries to get loud once again and though your gaze still looks at your mate, you don’t see her. 

   Deep down Natasha knows you're gone, but right now she just can’t bring her rational mind to believe it and she rushes to your side, “Y/n! Alpha! Come on baby, don’t do this!”

   She whimpers as her shaky hands nudge you, and your head moves loosely around, giving her all the proof she needs and tears cascade down her puffy red cheeks, “No no no…Alpha…my Alpha, please wake up baby! You have to get up! Please!”

   “She's not going to wake up Natasha. She's dead.” 

   The Omega does her best to ignore him, though what he says is true, her heart isn’t ready to cope with such knowledge. Instead she brushes stray hair away from your battered face and tucks it behind your ear. 

   “Y/n baby.” she whines, gently shaking you once more, “Come on moya lyubov'(my love), please. You can’t leave me….you can’t leave us. Please Alpha”

   Her hand comes to rest on her bump then as Dimas cries out, “Mama!! Wan Mama!!”

  And it's then that Natasha breaks, because she knows her pup isn’t calling out for her, he's calling out for you. But you can’t answer him anymore. A guttural sob leaves her and she lets out a heartbreaking scream as she pulls you into her lap, and the way your head moves around so loosely is enough to make her nauseous.

   “You killed her!!” she wails at the Alpha that catches his breath nearby, “You killed my Alpha!!”

  His anger comes back full force and he yanks her reluctant form away from you body and slams her into the wall, “She is not your fucking Alpha! She wasn’t anything compared to me! You had your fun with her, but that's over with now! You're mine!”

   She shakes her head and beats her fists against his chest, “I’m not yours! I’m Y/ns!!”

   “Y/n is dead!! I killed her!!” he shouts, pointing a finger in her face, “And I’m going to kill her damn pup too!!”

   Her eyes widen with fear once more and she begins to wiggle her way out of his grasp, “No!! No, you can’t!!”

   She manages to free herself and takes off running towards the sofa, towards her pup that still cries out for his other mom. But just as she reaches him Bruces hand buries itself in her hair and he sharply tugs her backwards. She lets out a yelp of surprise and pain as she crashes to the floor at his feet.

   “Stand up, Natasha.”

   She shakes her head and wraps her arms protectively around her midsection, “No. Please Bruce, please. You don’t have to do this”

  He smiles at her, “You're right, I don’t have to. But I want to. I’m going to erase every part of Y/ns existence in your life, that way you won’t be stupid enough to try something like this ever again”

   She doesn’t voice her thoughts to him, but she knows he doesn’t need to worry about such a thing. Sure she doesn’t wanna be stuck with Bruce and his abusive ways forever, but there's absolutely no way she could ever fall for another Alpha. You were it for her, you had always been. But now you’ve been cruelly taken from her and she knows that loving another like she loves you is simply impossible.

  “Please!” she whines, her tear streaked face finally looking up at him, “Please Bruce this pup, I love them so much and…and they're all I have left of Y/n now, please don’t take them from me too. Please”

   He scoffs at her, “You truly expect me to raise Y/ns mutt of a pup?”

   She shakes her head, “No! You don’t have to raise them! You don’t even have to interact with them! I’ll do everything on my own, I promise! Just please, please let me keep them!”

   “No.” he coldly replies, kicking her thigh lightly, “Now stand up, Omega”

   “Bruce please, not my pup! You’ve already taken Y/n from me, isn’t that enough?”

   His jaw clenches at her noncompliance and without hesitation his fist collides with her cheek, “It’s enough when I say it’s enough! Now get up, or it’ll only be worse for you!”

   “That's fine” she whimpers, “Hurt me all you want for running away into Y/ns arms and for taking Dima with me, but please don’t take it out on my pup. Please!”

   “Natasha.” he growls, low and commanding. Were she not arguing for her unborn pups life, the tone alone would be enough to get her to bend to his will, “I will not tell you again. Stand. Up.”

   She sobs uncontrollably and wraps her arms around his legs, both to keep him kicking her again and to show her sincerity in her next words, “Please! If you let me keep them, I’ll be a good Omega! I promise! I’ll behave for you! Please Bruce!”  

   “God you're pathetic.” he sneers, “Sniveling like some child all for the sake of a stupid pup”

   “I’m not pathetic” she tells him, her lower lip trembling as she remembers all the loving things you’d tell her and remind her of to boost her confidence, “I’m an Omega, but that doesn’t make me weak”

   He chuckles and shakes his head, “You are delusional Nat. Is this the kind of bullshit she’d tell you? God she really was a fool.”

   “No, she wasn’t” the Omega responds, needing to defend you despite previous statement of telling the Alpha she’d behave, “She was brave and kind and loving.”

   “Well, it doesn’t really matter what she was anymore does it?” he proclaims, grabbing her by the shirt collar and yanking her to her feet. His fist collides with her face once more and she wipers while stumbling, “Pick up our son then get your sorry ass in your car. We’re going home”

   She nods and picks up the crying pup, doing her best to calm him as Bruces words sink in. Home. She could almost laugh at the thought, where he resided wasn’t home. Home was somewhere one felt safe, secured and loved. Home was here, because you had been here. But now, Natasha finds herself without her loving mate.

   She slows her walk as she goes to walk past you, her tear filled eyes rake in your battered body and it takes everything in her not to fall to pieces as she sees little Liho beside you, looking at you with curious eyes as she nudges her head against your cheek. Dima sees this too and reaches his small hand out towards your direction.

   “Mama! Wan Mama!” he demands, further breaking your Omegas heart, “And kitty!”

   She hesitantly looks to the Alpha beside her, “C-can I let him say goodbye? Please? He's young, he won’t understand where she is if- if we just leave her.”

   He grunts in irritation but nods his head, “Fine. But make it quick. I’m looking forward to getting you home and reclaiming you”

   She swallows thickly and brings him over to you, kneeling beside you but shielding him from seeing you until she makes you look a bit more like yourself. She takes care to wipe any blood from your face and pushes any hair away from your face. She stifles a sob as she closes your eyes and she holds a hand to your cheek as she turns Dima to face you.

   “Say…say goodbye to Mama h-honey” 

   His little brows furrow as he looks down at you, likely not understanding why you were so still or why you hadn’t greeted him in your normal excited way. He fights his way out of her hold and puts his small hand on your cheek like she is doing, “Mama?”

   “Oh malen'kiy(little one)” Nat cries, hugging him close so Bruce can’t hear her next word, “She loved you so so much, just as she loved me. Please never forget that or her. Please remember your sweet Mama. Her laugh, her smile and her kindness.”

   Sensing the sadness that envelops the redhead the small cat wanders over, meowing as she rubs against her leg. More tears flow down her face as she realizes that not only does she have to leave the life she had with you behind and your body, but also your last gift to her as well. Sweet little Liho. There was no way Bruce would allow her a pet, let alone one that had such a special connection to you.

   “Hi my sweet girl” she greets, rubbing the spot behind her ears that makes her purr, “You're such a good and perfect kitty. I love you so much and so does Dima. Don’t forget us, ok? Don’t forget your family”

   She picks up the black fluffball and kisses her forehead before letting Dima do the same, then she sadly sets the kitten down and stands, gathering her pup in her arms again. Liho meows and it could be her own emotions warping things but Natasha could swear she hears confusion and sadness in the meows that sound after her as she walks away, following Bruce out to the garage fully shattering her little bubble of denial.

   As she settles into the passenger seat she collapses into sobs, and her hands rub at her bump in a poor attempt to keep herself from hysterics. She can nearly feel the ghost of your touch there too and the mark you’d left on her neck aches as she desperately whimpers for a mate that no longer exists. And as she watches your house disappear in the rearview mirror, she's almost certain she physically feels her heart breaking.

   Dear readers, I just want to take a moment to thank you all for embarking on this journey with me and enjoying my story. You all shared your love and hopes for this fic and it warmed my heart to always see how much y'all enjoyed it. That being said, April fools! Haha (please don’t hurt me) I am not truely cruel enough to give yall such an unfair and heartbreaking outcome for Natty. No, the true chapter comes out on the 7th, and I hope you stick around to enjoy its maximum fluffness!!

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Family, Duty, Honour (p2)

Pairing: Tyrion Lannister x reader

Warnings: pregnancy/pregnancy symptoms including vomiting, prejudice towards dwarfism (discussion as to whether Tyrion and YN’s child will inherit his dwarfism; not a widely accepted condition in Westeros), childbirth, details of the death of Joanna Lannister (dying in childbirth/traumatic birth), reference to miscarriage

(Part 1)

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“Pardon me, Milord,”

Both Tywin and Tyrion turned around to see a young girl, one of your handmaidens, hurrying towards them, remembering a clumsy curtsey in her haste.

“Speak,” Lord Tywin said sternly, and the girl paled briefly before turning instead to his son.

“It’s Lady YN,” she said, and Tyrion instantly stood up straighter, even more on edge. “She’s… sick, my Lord. Can’t keep anything in her stomach, and just now she fainted,”

“Where is she?” Tyrion asked urgently.

“Her bedchamber, Milord. We got a squire to help her back into bed,”

As Tyrion made to hurry after the girl, Tywin’s hand rested firmly on his shoulder. “I will send the maester. He will prove whether or not you have done your duty to this family,”

***

“YN, my dear, can you hear me?”

Slowly, your heavy eyelids slid open, and you turned your head to the source of the noise. Smiling weakly, you squeezed your husband of two month’s hand.

“Are you alright, my lady wife,” he asked you gently, brushing his lips over your knuckles.

“I’m fine. I just got a little dizzy. Must have stood up too quickly,” you said gently, but you did not soothe Tyrion’s worry.

“Your handmaiden said you’ve been ill?” He prompted, and your cheeks heated slightly.

“It’s probably just… my women’s troubles,” you said quietly, still unused to talking about such delicate matters with anyone other than an old septa.

“Or lack thereof, lady Lannister?” The maester spoke up from the end of your bed and you frowned, about to say there really was no need for all this fuss. “The maids say your linen has been clean since your wedding night,”

Clean linen.

Those two words instantly reminded you of when Cousin Cat came to stay at Riverrun with her brooding husband. She had stayed for over a month, and halfway through her stay, you heard gossip of clean linen as you wandered the corridors of your home. Later on that year, she had birthed another child for Ned Stark.

“Does that mean…” you began.

The wisened maester smiled at your bewilderment. “Potentially. If my Lord and Lady are agreeable, I would like to examine lady Lannister to be certain,”

Tyrion smiled gently and kissed your hand once more. “I will give you some privacy, my dear,” he said, and once you nodded, he left the room to bang on the door to his father’s office.

***

“Have you put a babe in her belly?”

Tyrion rolled his eyes at his father’s callousness. “She is being examined as we speak,”

“Good,” Tywin said, hardly looking up from his paperwork. “You’d best hope she is with child and not ill. There aren’t many noble families willing to pawn off a daughter to us,” Tywin sighed and gestured to the chair opposite his desk. “Sit,” he said. “You clearly have something more to say,”

Tyrion was silent for a moment. “I do not want to lose her. She is young. Too young for… this,”

“She is only a few years younger than you. And besides, that didn’t stop you consummating the marriage, did it?”

If anything went on in Casterly rock, Tywin Lannister certainly knew about it within a day.

“No, it didn’t,” Tyrion said. You were nineteen after all, and you had consummated your marriage out of duty to your families.

The night-time visits, on the other hand…

“I’m scared that a baby will… that it will kill her,” Tyrion blurted out, and he could have sworn he saw some semblance of sympathy flash through his father’s eyes. “I am scared that my child will be too much like me. That it will rip her in two and kill her. That it won’t even live in her womb. That it will suffer. That… that she will suffer,”

Tywin stared long and hard at his youngest son, his bastard in all but name as far as he was concerned and sighed. “So am I,” was all he said, before gesturing to the door. And as he left the office, Tyrion knew that Tywin did not care for your suffering, for his suffering, or even for the child’s suffering. He cared only that his legacy remained.

***

Casterly Rock was alive with gossip.

No matter which corridor you walked down, people would stare, both openly and discretely at your belly, which barely showed thanks to the layers you wore (Tyrion insisted you wrapped up warm whenever you walked through the gardens, lest you catch a chill). You could not go a day without the maester inquiring about your general health, and when your swollen ankles were brought to your husband’s attention, he had the cobblers fashion you a pair of comfortable, yet fashionable flat shoes.

***

You were laying in your husband’s bed one night on the sixth moon of your pregnancy, a hand resting on your bump. “Leave the books, husband, and come to bed. I need you to tell your child to stop kicking me so we can all go to sleep. He seems to only listen to you,” Tyrion looked up from his books and sighed, shutting them over and coming to bed, his hand resting over yours. “You’ve gained a sudden interest in midwifery, I see,” you teased, but when he did not smile at your jest, you frowned. “What’s bothering you, husband?” You said gently.

“I…” Tyrion fumbled for the words, his eyes firmly on your belly. “I am frightened, YN,” he said quietly. “That the baby will… will have… will be a little too much like me.”

Of course. You cursed yourself for not even thinking that this could be plaguing your husband. You clasped Tyrion’s hand in yours. “Tyrion… even if the baby is born a dwarf, we will not treat him the way your father treated you,” you insisted, drawing small circles on the back of his hands.

“But what if it kills you like I killed my mother,” your heart ached for him, and you tipped his chin up to face you.

“Then you must promise me to love this child regardless,”

Tyrion’s heart ached. Neither of you had wanted this marriage, yet in the few short months you had been wed he had become fond of you, affectionate. He wanted to protect you from the horrors of a kingdom still reeling from the Rebellion that saw the end of the Mad King. He wanted to see you happy and comfortable and healthy. He would spend all of the gold in Casterly Rock to ensure your safety, despite the fact that your marriage was merely one of strategy arranged by his father and your uncle. You were still his wife, the most precious thing in his life.

But over the past nine months, he could do nothing to alleviate your discomfort. He could only hold back your hair and rub your back as you vomited, the only thing you could seemingly keep in your stomach was dried bread. When you could manage dining anywhere but your chambers, he ordered for the things that turned your stomach to be kept well away. When your legs and feet ached, he could only rub them in hopes of soothing the throbbing. When the baby kicked like mad at night, he rubbed your swollen belly so that you could rest, if only for a few moments at a time.

He watched as the veritable mountain that was your bump sapped you of your energy, and he knew there was nothing he could do to restore it.

And when the time came for you to birth the child, he knew his heart would ache even more as you laboured for hours in agony, with him unable to do anything to take the pain away.

***

You went into labour at night, your sharp gasp of pain as you heaved yourself out of bed waking your husband.

“My dear, are you alright?” He asked urgently, not groggy despite the fact he had been snoring like a boar just thirty seconds prior. As he lit a candle, he saw you grasping onto one of the bedposts, lips pressed together, suppressing your groan. “I will be back in a moment, YN, okay? I’m going to get help,”

“Hurry,”

True to his word, Tyrion returned a few moments later with a few sleepy maids and a septa, who laid fresh linen over the bed and began to send for boiling water. The maester was hot on their heels, scrambling to loop his chains over his neck, before shooing Tyrion and the maids out of the room.

Your groans and cries of pain permeated the walls of your bedchamber and down the hallways of Casterly Rock, and by sunrise, coins were being exchanged on the outcome of your labour. The smallfolk crowded near the walls of the castle, eager to call out prayers in hopes that the rich old lions felt generous after the birth.

Tyrion paced just outside of the room you were in, and every time a maid went in with fresh, boiled water and clean linen or came out with bloodstained cloths and empty bowls, he asked urgently how you were doing, but no one gave him an answer.

The septa left the birthing room, walking straight past the father of your child to… the grandfather. They talked in quick, hushed voices, that could not be heard over your pained cries, but Tyrion caught the two of them looking over their shoulder at him several times.

As the septa went back into the birthing room, Tywin walked over to Tyrion. He seemed to be in no apparent rush, his steps stately. Tyrion resisted the urge to scream at his father, to curse him for tormenting him while you laboured.

“When you were brought into the world,” he began, voice level and low, so Tyrion had to strain to hear what he was saying. “You were born, for lack of a better term, arse first. But then your shoulders got stuck inside the womb, and when you finally emerged, you dragged half of your mother’s womb out with you,”

Both men paled. Not only were they weak stomached when it came to the secretive world of a birthing chamber, but Tywin was plagued with memories from twenty or so years before, and Tyrion was plagued with guilt for killing his mother when he was a newborn, and fear that his child would do the same to you.

Tywin continued. “But the Septa has reported that the child is being born head first, as it should,” Tyrion nodded slowly. Tywin was about to continue when the door opened again.

“Pardon, Milords,” a maid carrying an armful of bloodied linen said. “Lady YN has asked for Lord Tyrion to… support her. The maester has permitted it, so long as Milord stays at the top end of the bed,”

Tyrion was frozen for a moment.

“Go,” Tywin said lowly, giving his son a small shove. “Your lady wife needs you now,”

Tyrion looked over his shoulder, and he was sure he could see a small glimmer of… sympathy in his father’s eye. Kindness even. And it was this look, paired with the shift in the way you screamed that had him running into the birthing chamber.

“Tyrion!” You sobbed, one hand reaching for him, the other reaching above you to grasp at the headboard. One of your trusted hand maids, who you had brought with you from Riverrun was at your other side, pressing a cool cloth to your forehead. Tyrion hurried to your other side, just in time for the maester to tell you to push, and the child was at last parted with your body.

All was silent for a tense few moments, until sharp cries filled the room. You could hear the cheering from the corridors.

“A boy, my lady,” the maester called out, and you sobbed for joy. “A healthy son. A little on the delicate side-”

“Is he-”

“No. He is not like you, my Lord. I delivered you and your siblings, and your son is exactly the size your brother was when he was born,”

“Can I hold him?” You whispered, your arms reaching out.

“Of course, my lady. He is your son,”

The child was handed to you, nuzzled against the bare skin of your breasts, his little cries soon petering out to soft snuffles of sleep. The maester left to deliver the good news to the Lord of Casterly Rock, but your world consisted only of Tyrion and your son.

“He’s perfect,” he said, letting out a relieved laugh. “And he’s going to tower over me when he’s a man grown,” You gave a laugh, happy tears streaming down your cheeks as you rested your head on his shoulder. Tyrion pressed his lips to your temple. “You wonderful, wonderful woman, I love you,” he murmured. “I swear to you on the old gods and the new that I will protect you and my son from all harm,”

You rubbed your son’s back gently, not wanted to disturb his sleep and you looked up to your husband. “Thank you,” you whispered. Tyrion, my Lord husband. My love,”

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[littlest-dark-age]

Damiano david headcannons

Tagging @daddydamiano @noshame-bb @mywritingonlyfans

Translations 1, my soul 2, angel 3, my love 4, my life 5, little star 6, puppy 7, bunny 8, sweetness. Please let me know if any translation is incorrect.

Damiano would always be pressing kisses into your soft skin, wherever he could reach at the moment. The two of you are cooking and you have a huge sleep shirt on that reveals your shoulders? Kiss. You're fiddling with his hands out in public due to nerves? He's kissing every finger while looking you in the eye with a grin. You'd think he's convinced its a carnal sin to not kiss you every five minutes

He would beg you to do his makeup, constantly. He loves the intimacy of it, you usually sit on his lap for it and the way you gently cup his strong jaw turns him into an absolute puddle. You lose count of how many times you have to make him look back at you because he just wants to close his eyes and sink into the warmth you radiate. But you can't be mad at him, not when he looks up at you with those puppy dog eyes, shining with love.

Damia would absolutely give you one of his rings, and if it doesn't fit your fingers, no worries. He'll just give you one of his chains to put it on. He loves to kiss it when you wear it, whether it be on the chain or your hand. It always makes his heart skip a beat, a claim to the world that he was the lucky one to capture your affections

Please play with his hair, please. He will turn into a puppy the minute your nails graze his scalp. It doesn't matter the length, he loves it. His eyes slowly shut as you scratch at the shaved sides but he'll deny that he's about to fall asleep. 

Spa nights. Just, spa nights. He will let you put the cute animal headbands on him to keep his hair out of his mask, even letting you put it on him. Dami would love to watch movies like Legally Blonde and Clueless while you paint his nails and the glittery mask on his face dries. Never wearing a shirt, saying he wants skin to skin with you as he raises your shirt up to your chest so the two of you are pressed together. He'd sit on the floor, letting you work the hair mask through his hair as the first movie goes off and he starts to hunt for another, one of his hands stroking your bare leg.

Sleepy make out sessions are his favorite, after he's had his tea and the two of you are dead tired but can't stop. Even going as far to tell you that the two of you really should go to bed, as he's sweetly kissing you. There's no rush to it, no need to hide away your love as it's just the two of you. Locked away from the rest of the world, where damiano david is just yours. Where his nose keeps bumping yours just so he can hear you laugh and have you rub your own against his, like a bunny. His hands snaking up the back of your shirt to stroke down the length of your spine with the tips of his fingers. Barely enough for you to be able to feel it. 

If you were okay with it, he would absolutely want to tattoo you. He would never pressure you to if you really didn't but he would try to convince you if you were on the fence about it. If you let him pick, good luck. It would either be something like 'i am yours', which he would get a matching one. Probably around his heart. Or it would be something for måneskin. To have something he worked so hard on, permanently on someone he loves so so much would have him ecstatic. 

The pet names. They're never ending and ever changing. He says he can't help it and that he just says what comes to mind when he sees you. Whether that's anima mia 1, angelo 2, amore mio 3, vita mia 4, stellina 5, cucciolo 6, leprotta 7, or dolcezza 8. You never know which one to expect but they all bring a smile to your face, nevertheless. 

Damiano would always ask your opinion on his stage outfits, not really for reassurance but more so to involve you in every possible thing he can. He loves your input and always takes it into consideration. And you help him remember some things, like something might make him too hot or might restrict his movements on stage. The practical things he doesn't always think about, more focused on the look and aesthetic of it. 

Pictures, pictures and more pictures. He loves taking pictures of you doing the smallest of tasks, especially for when he has to be away from you. If you hid your face, he would still adore the photo but pout a bit because he couldn't see you. Even if photos could never compare to the real thing, in his words. He just wants you to be able to love yourself the way he loves you. He doesn't care about some imperfections, they're what make up you and everybody has them. So, it's probably easier to just let him have his pictures. 

His lockscreen is a picture of you and him with the cats piled up between the two of you. You didn't even know he took it until you went to check something on his phone for him. Dami says you look so peaceful in it, pressing a kiss to the cat's head with your eyes closed, and that it always helps him calm down when he looks at it. That it reminds him of home when he's not there to hold you on the nights on the road. Although, his wallpaper is an entirely different story. A bit more...spicy, if you will. It's a picture of you laying in bed wearing black lacy lingerie with a camera in your hand, and Damiano's legs are able to be seen straddling your waist.

He might not always be able to call or facetime during a tour but believe it when he makes those calls worth it. He loves to be able to call you for hours at a time and if time zones allow it, go to sleep with you on call. If not, that's okay. He has your time zone saved in his clock so he can always be sure to send you a goodnight or good morning text, even if it's a bit late or early. Damia needs to have that little slice of normalcy to keep him from going crazy during the tour. He lives and breathes music, don't get me wrong. But you are his soul and his mind, without you, there would be no music. 

If you're out with the band, he will pull you as close as you'll allow. Even onto his lap if it's a more private place or just you and the others. But this also means you'll be poked and tickled the entire night, even if you slap his hands away. He can't keep his hands off of your ribs, no matter how sore his hands get from your smacks. He compares it to when a kitten nibbles on them.

Damiano needs to be convinced to take a break and slow down, often. He gets so swept up in it that he doesn't realize he hasn't had a proper meal in a couple of days or that he's been skimping on sleep to write lyrics and play around with harmonies. Getting him out of the studio is hard, but much needed. He will appreciate it, as well as apologize for neglecting you for the past days. A nice date or just something to get him outside is just what he needed. No matter how casual it is, being able to relax and spend some time with you is one of his favorite things to do.

Some of his favorite dates are the ones where the two of you are able to just do something and have a good time without the pressure of having to dress up and get ready. He still uses the heart shaped mug you made him on one of your dates, still listens to the record you got him when the two of you got all of your favorite albums and swapped. He still has the tickets from the first movie the two of you were able to go and see together, stuck in between the worn pages of some old book of italian poems he's had forever

His love language is a mix of acts of service and gift giving. He loves to give you little trinkets and stuff he finds while on tour, each item reminding him of you in some way or another. Even if it's just a rock he thought you might like, a pair of earrings you've mentioned before or even just something he thought you might could use. And he will give you one of his oversized blazers if the two of you are out and it's cool, even make sure you have enough to eat and offer you bites of his own food if you want. Hell, if you wanted what he ordered versus what you ordered, he would swap it even if your dish isn't his favorite thing.

Dami loves cooking with you, there's something so domestic about it that he can't help but imagine your future together. He always claims that the meals the two of you prepare together are the best thing he's ever eaten, no matter how simple it is. Just don't break the pasta in front of him, you'll send him into cardiac arrest.

He loves it when you trace and kiss his tattoos, they're something he's proud of and knowing how much you like them just makes him happy. Of course, he knows you don't have to adore every tattoo he has as long as he's happy with it, but it still makes him feel nice when you show his ink a bit of love. It always tickles him a bit when you drag your nail on the ones in his chest, sending shivers down his spine when you do. 

He is a cover hog, yet denies it with every bone in his body. He claims you push them onto him most of the time, despite the fact that you struggle to cover up completely whilst he's on the other side of the bed bundled up like a baby with almost the entire cover. Thankfully, he's warm enough that you can just curl up behind him or into his side and get all the heart that you need from him. He still denies that he hogs the covers when the entire comforter is in a pile on his side, almost like he's trying to build himself a nest

Showering together is one of his favorite things, he loves how intimate it can be. Holding you and helping you wash up without any need to be awkward and feeling comfortable in your own skin in front of each other means so much to him. Being able to be open with one another and not hide anything, even if it's insecurities about your body. He understands that the world isnt always the nicest place and that he can't undo how people's words might hurt you but he'll try his best to get you to love your body

Damiano would love to teach you italian if you didn't already and wanted to learn. He's so excited to be able to share something like this with you that he doesn't realize how hard it is to teach someone an entire language. He overestimates himself and how good of a teacher he is, but that doesn't mean he won't try his best. It just takes a little bit of time, for the both of you. He understands the struggles of learning a new language and wouldn't try to push you to learn it so soon. After all, Rome wasn't built in a day. 

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[ekaterinatepes]

Nothing but the Best

Author’s note: it’s getting interesting here ;) enter prince charming Sugu-kun to save the day.

IX.

https://youtu.be/uhoiqVPmURE

Satoru was afraid of making a move, least he tipped you over the edge and made you bolt; he didn’t want that. Swallowing hard he looked into your eyes… God… he had missed your beautiful E/C eyes so much. Waking up every morning without you by his side, without you kissing him awake cause he was going to be late for work… again. Your absence had left a literal infinite void in his heart that he was unable to fill.

“I know I don’t deserve anything from you Y/N, but I love you and I cannot give up on us… We said forever when we got married. And I want that… with you” speaking from the heart was not something Satoru ever did. He always preferred to cover any emotions with inappropriate jokes and double entendres. But he knew he couldn’t play his stupid games, not with you and most certainly not now.

You pulled away in that moment, as if his touch was burning you. He allowed it, doing his utmost effort not to pull you back in. His hands itched resting at his sides, missing the warmth of your body.

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It was you and me, it seemed to last forever

The way you taste and I still remember… the sounds we made.

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“It would have been nice if you felt that way before you decided to ruin this marriage. Where were those promises of forever when you fucked someone else?” You asked piercing his eyes with yours. He cowered under your glare. Satoru had never been on the receiving end of your wrath and now he understood why most people chose (wisely) to not mess with you. Every single one of your words was chosen carefully to cause the most damage. At the same time… what hurt the most was that you were right.

“Leave and don’t ever come back… you and I… are through…” Satoru noticed how you avoided calling him by his name, he hated it. As if uttering his name would leave a bad taste in your mouth “Y/N…” he whispered pleadingly when you took another step away. But this time he didn’t have the courage to stop you as you disappeared inside your apartment and locked the door behind you.

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I bet you wish you had me back! Another chance to gain it, just like that. The best you ever had.

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Satoru was fucked.

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The next morning Suguru’s plane landed. JFK international airport was as busy and chaotic as one would expect. After collecting his luggage he made his way to a cab giving the driver your current address.

He hadn’t been able to sleep a wink during the trip, his mind swarmed with all the possibilities of what could be happening right now. Satoru didn’t play fair and of course… you loved (probably still love) the lucky bastard.

With a sigh he decided to focus instead on the city going by through the cab’s windows. It wasn’t the first time he was in New York and his mind was much more occupied torturing him instead of appreciating the landscape.

After 40 minutes, Geto stood before a very nice and modern building located in the upper east side called Hawthorn Park. You sure knew how to live in luxury. He approached the doorman and let him know his name and that he was here to see Miss Ekaterina Petrova to which the kind looking old man responded by using his intercom to contact you. Geto was soon granted access and guided to the elevator.

The elevator doors opened on the 21st floor, he walked to the door of your apartment which was already open and you were waiting for him. His smile fell once he noticed you have been crying “oh Kitten” dropping his luggage on the spot he surrounded your body in his arms “I’m so sorry…” one didn’t need to be a genius to know Satoru had found you.

You both moved inside your apartment. Settling on the spacious couch you buried your face on Suguru’s lap as you cried. He stroked your now darker strands of h/c hair without a word exchanged. He knew you needed to let it all out. After what seemed an eternity you sat back up. Suguru gently dried your eyes.

“He was here last night…” you whispered in a raw and scratchy voice, result of your endless hours of distress before his arrival “he told me he loved me, that he left Sookie” scoff “and hear this… he left her because the baby wasn’t his!” Talk about karma at its best. Suguru already knew that but he was surprised to hear Satoru had come clean about it to you “He probably thought I would fall for that! But I didn’t” you added firmly.

Suguru was proud of you. He knew how hard it was for you to resist Satoru but you stood tall and proud when it mattered the most. “What do you want to do now?” Where you planning on moving again?

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“I’m not leaving…” you said looking into Suguru’s liquid amber gaze. You couldn’t help but notice once again he had such pretty eyes, like a cat. You’ve always liked them, specially when they looked at you with such tenderness. You have missed him dearly during all this time.

“I can’t keep running away from him; I mean… it’s obvious he won’t stop and I… I am tired of molding my life to adapt to his whims. I’m staying here whatever happens. Sugu… I got the part for the Swan Lake!” You added remembering you haven’t talked to him during the last week and so he didn’t know about your latest accomplishment.

Geto’s eyes enlarged before a huge smile split his handsome face and his massive frame engulfed you in a tight hug. Of course he knew everything about ballet, he was your best friend after all. This was huge! Probably as big as making it in the ballet world meant “I’m so proud of you Kitten!” He said excitedly kissing your temple. Maybe not everything was as bad as he thought.

You were upset, it was true. But then again you were not prepared last night. Satoru had taken you by surprise. Now… you knew he was here and more or less knew what to expect from your soon to be ex-husband.

“Thank you Sugu…” you stopped and pulled back just slightly to look into his eyes from your height. He was a very tall man compared to you “I missed you” you said with a bright smile to which Geto replied with one of his own before pulling you in again for another hug “I missed you too Kitten” stroking your back softly Suguru decided he was happy to be here… with you.

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https://youtu.be/3oSXqLgoSq4

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She's given up, been holding on for way too long

She's had enough

He's coming home again

But it's too late 'cause she won't stay with him

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The sunshine hitting his face was what woke him up. With a grunt Satoru rolled over on his side only to fall unceremoniously from the couch where he had passed out last night. The last thing he remembered was warping back to his hotel after you left him on the roof. The memory of you, turning your back on him and walking away squeezed his heart in a painful grasp.

Alcohol was never something he was attracted to, he liked to keep his brain constantly alert and stimulated. It served a purpose of course, it kept his infinity barrier on at all times, even when he was asleep. But last night he hit rock bottom. He didn’t care anymore…

As soon as he got back to the hotel, hopelessness made a home in his chest, sitting heavy on his heart. Walking to the fully stocked bar placed on the corner of his suite he opened a bottle of whiskey. He started slow since most everything was too bitter for his taste, so he went through the process of trying every single bottle until he found something to his liking.

Two hours and about fifteen different shots of everything he decided to settle for a bottle of Amaretto, some fancy Italian liquor made of apricot kernels. It was sweet.

Everything else after that was blur. Moving his sore body from the floor he forced himself to go to the bathroom. Maybe a hot shower would help ease his misery. Peeling off his clothes the smell of booze clinging on them made Gojo cringe. He decided to brush his teeth before showering. Looking in the mirror he couldn’t recognize the man starring back at him. He was a mess.

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Are we just ghosts out in the night?

Are we just waiting for a light that doesn't shine?

Are we just faking or is this real?

'Cause I don't know how to feel

Are we just ghosts now, you and I?

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Last night he had been so desperate, so hopeless and broken hearted. That’s when it hit him… his wife didn’t hurt him, she didn’t cheat on him (unlike himself), she didn’t do anything to him and yet he was feeling as if the world was collapsing around him. He lied, cheated and fucked up everything for them both.

Guilt…

Unadulterated, burning and suffocating guilt was consuming him. He felt bad before but it wasn’t until last night that he grasped the concept that Y/N didn’t owe him anything at all and that HE didn’t deserve it anyways.

The plan originally had been to get back in your good graces by doing penitence, submitting to your every whim and desire by becoming your devoted slave for as long as you would have it. He never even considered the possibility that his wife DID NOT WANT to forgive him in the first place.

He thought you left to give him a lesson, that you would eventually come back to him after he had a taste of what it was like to lose you.

But even after you both shared such a searing kiss, so passionate that every cell in his body was humming, aflame with desire you still managed to walk away from him as if it meant nothing to you.

What good did it do to him to be the strongest when he couldn’t even protect his wife… from himself.

After showering, changing clothes and ordering every sweet pastry and desert from the room service menu Gojo stopped to rethink his strategy.

What?…

Did you think he was going to stop there?

Absolutely no, love!

If anything, your rejection had only fueled his need to get you back.

“Time for plan B” sighing he pulled out his phone it rang a couple times before someone answered “good morning Mrs. Mazzo, this is Gojo Satoru. I’m going to need you to forward to me Miss Petrova’s rehearsal schedule…”

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“This is really good!” You hummed happily after swallowing a bite of your steak. Suguru sat across from you at Keens Steakhouse, with a grin he watched as you indulged yourself in what you called your ‘cheat meal’ of the month. Being a professional ballerina was a tough and demanding commitment that controlled every aspect of your life, from how you train to what you eat. Despite it all, Geto knew you always found a happy balance that worked just fine for you.

Seeing your big smile made his heart jump in his chest, you were as beautiful and alluring as the day he met you. If only he had told you he liked you before Satoru did. This question kept him up at night, playing all sorts of scenarios in his mind. If he had taken the first step… would things have been different? Would you have ended up together? Married? Shaking his head he tried to focus on what you were actually saying. Deviating his thoughts to that kind of scenarios was dangerous. He also didn’t want to push it when he was perfectly aware you were still healing; he wasn’t a low life piece of shit to take advantage of your vulnerability.

But when you smiles at him as if he was the only thing in your world, when you held his hand across the table, playing with his finger, his throat felt dry and tight.

“What do you think Sugu?” Your curious and expecting eyes caught him like a deer in the headlights “I’m sorry Kitten, I was distracted. Could you repeat that please?” He asked with an affable smile.

You chuckled and stroke his hand softly “you look tired, did you sleep at all in the plane?” He shook his head “no, I didn’t. I never can, it’s uncomfortable” he hid on purpose the true reason why he hadn’t been able to sleep “come on Sugu! Let’s go back home! I bet you are tired” you said offering him a sweet smile.

After paying your bill you walked the few blocks back home. Suguru of course would be staying with you in the spare room of your penthouse. Holding hands while you talked to him about the activities the city had to offer, your schedule and how you intended to fit the time to do some tourism with him. “You don’t have to bother Kitten, I know you are busy enough with your job, I will be fine” he insisted.

You stopped on your tracks and stood in front of him, pouting, making him chuckle. You looked every bit the kitten he knew you to be, all bothered and moody “no! I want to spend time with you too you know! I haven’t seen you in so long! I’m not going to waste this chance!” You insisted to which Suguru threw his hands up in the air “I surrender Kitten! Do with me as you will” you giggled and then blushed. “Uh… eh… ok! I will!” He took your hand again and you both resumed your walk.

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Satoru warped to the roof top of the building adjacent to yours, the lights were out in your apartment and he couldn’t sense your presence inside. You left? Where did you go?

Before a second though he warped inside your apartment but he saw all your stuff was still there, maybe you went out for groceries or something?

After a few minutes sitting on your couch he decided to wait for you on the street so he could see when you got home.

(Almost an hour later)

Oh… he wasn’t ready for what he saw.

“That mother fu….” Satoru grinds his teeth watching you walk down the street holding onto Suguru’s hand while talking distractedly. From his hiding spot in front of your building he closed his hands in a tight fist.

Well, this complicated things… a lot more.

————-> Chapter 10

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[bokuroskitten]

Business Trip.

➟Summary: Kuroo is away for business for the weekend, but decides to get a taste of his partners through FaceTime. ➟Genre: NSFW 18+ ➟warnings: Poly relationship, Dom/Sub dynamics (Daddy title used), webcam sex, fingering (female receiving), handjobs, begging, kenma slaps your thigh once  ➟Character(s): Kuroo Tetsuro x Kenma Kozume x Fem!Reader ➟Word Count: 3k

It had been a long day for Kuroo, business trips were never his favourite. Especially the ones where the company was too cheap to accommodate for his significant others as well.

The pouty little face you had given him as he dragged his suitcase out the door still made him laugh. But it did suck, being away from the two of you for the weekend. He let out a gentle sigh as his fingers tugged on his tie, loosening the constricting fabric as his eyes darted over room numbers to find which belonged to him. It didn’t take long for him to find it, easily slipping the white card through the reader and letting himself in.

“Welcome home.” He mumbled to the empty suit, kicking off his shoes and dropping his suitcase by the door. He was too tired to do any unpacking right now, plus the beer cooler was calling his name. After he had a bottle, took a small swig his phone buzzed in his pocket. Easily slipping it from his slacks he scanned the message, amber eyes lighting up a bit when he saw your name.

“You settled in yet? Wanna FT when you do?”

He couldn’t hold back the giddy laugh that bubbled from his throat. He knew you and Kenma would miss him this weekend just as much as he missed the two of you, but seeing the text still managed to send butterflies straight into his chest. So, without a second thought he pulled his laptop from its brief case and set it up on the desk in the corner of the suit. After a quick plug in and a few adjustments he settled into the leather chair, taking another swig of beer as he found the FaceTime icon.

Kenma’s contact was the first one on there.

It rang three times before Kenma’s face popped up on the screen, controller in hand and gaming headset on. Kuroo had assumed he was gaming. With a large grin he waved, earning an eye roll from Kenma.

“Kitten C’mere, Tetsuro’s on.” Kenma called out to you, and Kuroo had to laugh at the shuffling from the other end of the screen, watching your face pop before the webcam with a large smile.

“Hi lovey!! How was the first day?” You spoke, smile staying wide on your face as Kenma pulled you into his lap, his eyes glancing between Kuroo and what he assumed to be the game he was playing previously. Kuroo let out a happy sigh, leaning back into his chair a bit. “Hey kitty... it was okay. Business as usual. I miss you too already.”

“We miss you too Tetsu.” He could hear the pout in your voice as your lower lip pushed out, giving Kenma a little nudge to follow your lead. The faux blonde grunted softly, eyeing you. “It hasn’t even been a full day yet; I don’t miss him— “

“Wow Kenma Cat, affectionate as always~” Kuroo chuckled against the lip of his beer, eyes taking in his significant others. He assumed you were going to bed soon, considering you were wearing one of his old volleyball t-shirts and pyjama shorts. Even Kenma had his hair pulled back into a low ponytail. He watched the way you leaned into Kenma, the way your fingers pet along his thigh softly despite nagging at him for being mean to Kuroo while he was off doing business.

The older male smirked a bit to himself, leaning onto his elbow. “You being good for me Kitty? Not giving Kenma a hard time, are you?”

“Please lovey, he’s the one giving me a hard time— “you respond, pulling back one side of his headphones to snap it back against his skull. The action has him grumbling, finally releasing the controller only so he could tickle along your sides.

There was a stream of giggles to follow and Kuroo sighed in delight. He watched the two of you for a moment, wishing more than anything he could be there with you in that moment. But he gets distracted when amber eyes reach your thighs. From all the squirming you were doing he realized those sleep shorts that he thought were sleep shorts were not that at all. They in fact were just panties, pretty ones at that.

He bit along his lower lip, fingers traveling over the lip of his almost empty beer bottle. When Kenma finally gave up on the tickling you were straddling his thigh, face dug into the crook of his neck as you whined about how unfair it was to bring tickling into a match. Kenma noticed the way Kuroo looked at the two of them through the webcam and his brow twitched, one of his hand slowly pulling his headset around his neck.

“What is it Tetsu?” He spoke, causing you to also peak your head up. Kuroo couldn’t hold back his amusement, the slacks he was wearing beginning to feel a bit too tight.

“Kitty didn’t answer my question... but I think I know the answer since she’s only wearing panties under that T-shirt.” That caused a little light to shine behind your gaze, lips puckering up a bit as Kenma let out a soft scoff. “Observant as always.” He spoke, one hand smoothing down your back, only to cup your rear. His fingers dug into the shirt you wore, clumping it up a bit in his palm to show off more of the panties.

“If you’re just gunna wear panties when you call me baby, you might as well show me them hm?” Kuroo purred, eyes narrowing a bit in delight as your thighs subconsciously tightened up around Kenma’s. The blonde nudged his nose gently into your hair, his chest tightening up at the way Kuroo was eyeing them through the monitor.

It made him desperately wish he was home.

“C’mon Kitty, you’ve been good for me all day so let’s be good for Daddy now.” Kenma murmured, hearing a little hum of approval from Kuroo on the other end of the computer. Feeling an encouraging pat on your rear you let out a pleased little sound, nodding a bit as you slowly rose from Kenma’s lap. With his help you settled into his lap again, this time with your back against his chest. Feeling his hands grip your thighs you followed their lead and rose them up, spread them far enough apart so that Kuroo could have a good view of the panties you wore. Kenma slid one hand low enough on your thigh that his fingers brushed along your covered slit, a needy little noise bubbling past your lips as you turned your face into Kenma’s shoulder.

“So pretty...” Kuroo spoke, his eyes staying trapped on Kenma’s lean fingers against your dark panties before slowly traveling up to look at your face, the way your eyes glistened with need and how you began to bite your lip swollen. Kenma had a light blush on his cheeks, his own amber gaze following his fingers as they left feather like strokes over your core. “Was she really good Kenma? Think Kitten deserves a treat?”

“I think so...” he mused, his lips pressing subtle kisses to your hair line, attempting to bring your face back to look at Kuroo. “She finished that essay, made dinner for herself and me, even called the doctor and made an appointment all by herself. Isn’t that right Kitty?”

Kuroo raised a brow at that, a little bit of pride swelling in his chest. You really had had a productive day and he always loved seeing you and Kenma do your best. But when you slowly met his gaze again, eyes glossy and lips slightly hung in a silent plea he groaned, fingers squeezing along his length as you nodded.

“What a good girl we have, want Koz to give you a treat baby?” Kuroo asked, easily easing the belt he had on out of its loops considering he already knew your answer. Your answer slipped between your lips soft and pretty. “Yes please...”

“C’mon Kitten, louder so Daddy can hear.” Kenma encouraged, a little smirk on his face as he watched Kuroo lean back in his chair, fist gripping was he assumed to be his freed cock. He probably had a long day and deserved a treat himself.

“Y-Yes Please...” you spoke again, this time a bit louder, your own eyes traveling back to the monitor to see Kuroo looking at the two of you with desire. “Please what Kitty? I wanna hear you say the whole thing.” Despite being behind a screen there were still rules to be followed, and Kuroo intended to make you keep every one of them.

Although your voice threatened to give out due to Kenma’s fingers that suddenly began to add a bit more pressure over your panties, you spoke, voice a bit shaky and filled with need. “Please... I want a treat please Kozume... Can he give me a treat, Daddy?”

“Yea Baby, let’s see it.” Kuroo urged, spitting into his palm before slowly working it over his length, which already stood very much at attention. He watched the screen closely as Kenma hooked two fingers around your panties, easily pulling the damp fabric to the side. You whined as the cold air hit your cunt, hips pressing forward a bit only to be held back by Kenma’s free hand. He ran two fingers over your folds, slowly peeling you open in a lewd manger that had your face heating up.

“Pretty thing isn’t it Tetsu?” Kenma murmured, holding back a snicker at the way Kuroo devoured you through the camera. “Fucking right it is.” Kuroo agreed, his hand squeezing along his shaft. He desperately wished he could press his length into your welcoming pussy, make Kenma watch instead with his arms bound and begging, but due to business this would have to do. “Sink two fingers in her cunnie Kenma, nice and slow for me.”

Kenma did as he was told, his index and middle finger slowly sinking into your pussy. Your head lulled back onto his shoulder at the action, a sweet moan slipping from your lips as you clenched about his fingers. Kuroo smirked, his own hand working along his shaft. “C’mon Kitty keep those pretty eyes on me, tell me how it feels.”

You whimpered softly, cheeks heated, and lips parted as you slowly made eye contact with Kuroo through the screen. “It—It feels so good Daddy.” Kenma began to press kisses along your throat, making it much harder for you to form coherent sentences. “I bet it does baby... want him to pump his fingers in there? Make you cum?” Kuroo knew the answer but wanted you to say it in that needy voice you held during times like this.

Kenma’s thumb pressed along your clit then, causing you to let out a pleased cry. Kuroo chuckled when your thighs threatened to close, only for Kenma to swat the skin of your inner thigh and make a noise of disapproval. “Thighs open.” Kenma spoke lowly, eyeing Kuroo and the way his muscles seemed to tense.

Sucking in a trembling breath you urged your thighs back open, whining softly as Kenma continued to rub slow circles into your clit. “I—I want that Daddy... Please can Kenma move his fingers— please.” You gave Kuroo a pleading gaze, hips pressing forward ever so slightly off Kenma’s lap in an attempt to feel more of his fingers. Kuroo couldn’t keep that damn grin off his face as his pumped himself a bit faster, a bit of sweet building up behind his bangs. “Yea babygirl he can. Koz, fuck our Kitten good for me.”

Without another word Kenma began to pump his fingers in and out of your cunt, going all the way up to his knuckles before pulling back out again slowly. You couldn’t help but cry out, one hand desperately gripping his shoulder as your eyes threatened to spill tears. The pads of his fingers pressed along your inner walls, feeling for that one spongy spot that would have you crumbling in his grasp. All the while he kept his eyes glued on Kuroo who watched the whole thing with blown out pupils, moans of his own slipping out as he worked his length.

“Isn’t she pretty Daddy...~” Kenma murmured, his hand leaving your clit only to take hold of your chin, force it forward so you could look into the webcam. The action made a little bit of drool dribble from your lips, making Kuroo groan in delight. “Yes, she is baby, so fucking pretty... I wanna see her cum around your fingers.” He demanded again, his own tolerance running thin as he watched your pussy greedily suck in two of Kenma’s digits.

Kenma hid his smirk against your hair but could tell by the sound of Kuroo’s voice that he wouldn’t last much longer. Wanting to make him happy he brought his free hand back down to your clit, giving the swollen bud some much needed attention as his fingers picked up their pace, finally finding that sweet spot. Your eyes widened, a gasp of delight making you arch your back in Kenma’s lap. “That’s the spot isn’t it Kitty... need you to cum around my fingers for Daddy, can you do that?”

“Yes, yes yes please— please Koz— “Your words were nothing but babbles at this point, words slipping into whimpers and moans as Kenma’s fingers continued their assault on your sweet spot. Kuroo was panting himself, watching the way tears finally spilled down your reddened cheeks, the way your thighs trembled uncontrollably, the way Kenma’s fingers looks so slick slipping in and out of your puffy lower lips.

With a small grunt he finally reached his high, his own back arching some as he spilled along his palm, certainly making a mess of the slacks he wore. He fist slowed a bit as he rode out the waves of pleasure that washed over him, amber eyes fluttering as he couldn’t help but chuckle. “Fuck— cum Kitty. C’mon cum right now.”

You wanted to respond, but instead the cord in your stomach snapped when Kenma’s fingers hit your sweet spot again. With a sob of delight your head flew back into Kenma’s shoulder, your pussy clenching about his digits tightly before releasing a little flood. Kenma bit his lip to hold back a moan, the sound of his fingers pumping within you and being covered in your release certainly being loud enough for Kuroo to hear over the monitor. He waited until your core stopped its clenching before he slowly pulled his fingers from you. The fingers that were petting your clit slowly moved to cup your sex instead, petting along it gently as he held his fingers up to the webcam.

“She did good...” Kenma spoke, pulling his two fingers apart to show the slick that stuck to him in strands. The action had Kuroo’s cheek flair up a bit pink, wanting nothing more than to lick it up all for himself. He let out a shaky sigh, finally sinking into the chair. He didn’t bother tucking his now soft cock away knowing he would just hop into the shower after this, but instead he used the napkins nearby to clean off his hand. “She did do so good... you hear that Kitten?” Kuroo spoke, a little grin on his face as you lulled your face back over, tear stained cheeks and all.

“Mhm...” You hummed, body twitching a bit as you slowly closed your thighs about Kenma’s palm, nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck. Kenma let out a soft chuckle of his own, using his clean hand to pull your panties back over your sloppy core. “Sleepy Kitten...”

“Make sure you shower her before you put her to bed.” Kuroo spoke, getting an eye roll from Kenma who already knew to do such things before bed. Holding his dirtied fingers to your lips you allowed your lashes to flutter, before taking his fingers into your mouth without objection. You sucked on them softly, a blush rising on your cheeks as you tasted yourself on his skin.

“Fuck... you’re such a good girl.” Kuroo spoke from the other end of the monitor, the act alone enough to get him hard all over again. But sadly, another hand job given to himself just wouldn’t cut it. Blowing his dampened bangs from his face he watched Kenma nod to his comment, slowly pulling his fingers from your lips before pressing a gentle kiss there. “You are a good girl baby, time to clean you up okay?”

You nodded, and despite your body being a bit twitchy you adjusted yourself so you could straddle Kenma once more, allow him to carry you when he stood. Kuroo watched with a fond smile as you leaned your head into Kenma’s shoulder, fingers gripping his sweater. Kenma leaned into the camera then, spoke softly. “Say goodnight, (Y/N).”

“Goodnight Tetsu... I love you.” You mumbled, briefly looking up to send a smile Kuroo’s way. The little gesture had his heart fluttering. “I love you too Kitty, sleep well.” Kenma huffed softly as he readjusted a bit, held you to his chest. Kuroo sent him a grin then. “If you need some relief Kenma, just do it after you’ve put the baby to bed okay?”

“Nah it’s okay.” The faux blonde spoke, his palm smoothing over your rear. “I’ll wait till you get home. G’night Tetsu. Love you.” He didn’t wait for Kuroo’s response before hanging up, knowing that he would respond with--

“Love you too Koz...” he spoke to now a black screen. Kuroo leaned his head back on the chair, sighing out loud to his now quiet room. He took a few moments before finally standing and heading to the shower. He prayed this weekend would go by faster, just so he could get him to his partners.

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