#Strife x Reader

[darkdemeter]

I mean... it'd work on me honestly

[imagine-darksiders]

Bonding with each other over the things you have in your Mary Poppins hangbag.

[moodymisty]

Hello! Do you have any hc's of the horsemen reacting to you getting tattooed? Like you get one resembling to the marks on them? As an espression of your love?

Author's note: Sure fam, here's a few <3

Relationships: Strife, Fury, Death, War/GN!Reader

War:

War is so confused.

Like why would you tie yourself to him on that level? To him, he brings basically nothing but trouble, so to see someone actually mark themselves like that is a bit, overwhelming.

Once he gets over it thought he finds it quite endearing. He won't say anything, or even smile about it, but he really does get this sort of swell of pride whenever he catches a glimpse of it.

Strife:

Strife is externally fucking pumped.

Like who wouldn't want their loved one getting a tattoo like that? He thinks it's the best thing anyone has even given him.

Internally, he still loves it, but the feeling is a bit more complex. He has issues with feeling as if he doesn't deserve this sort of thing. That you pulled a dumb stunt and eventually you'll realize what a stupid mistake you made.

He'll slowly get over the feeling with time, but you may not even realize to begin with, as Strife is super good at hiding his feelings behind the whole 'snarky cowboy' shtick.

Death

He's pretty much War's reaction, but so much worse.

Death is completely apathetic to his own existence, so anyone actually going through the effort to not only acknowledge him but actually 'brand' themselves in a way that signifies that they know and/or love him? Absolutely inconceivable.

He deals with it by just calling you stupid and moving on, ignoring the fact that his heart feels like it's going to explode.

He hasn't felt that amount of actual, genuine love in, well, forever.

Fury

Of course you would do this, why wouldn't you?

Fury likes to ham up the whole 'she's the best' thing, but beyond the comments she really is flattered that you would do that sort of thing.

She loves to say that the two of you match now, and she's always eager to bring that up whenever she gets the chance to. Dare you say it almost becomes a bit annoying.

[ilikehimhessilly]

𝑺𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈'𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑯𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖

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Death: Stopping by to check in on you as often as he does. Staying with you and quite happily doing menial household tasks such as folding laundry and simply chatting with you. Your company soothes his restless mind and he needs to frequently see you to ensure your wellbeing. You'll never know how much you matter to him. 

War: Allowing his shoulders to drop, clenched jaw to slacken and curled fists to unfurl when he's alone with you. It's very rare for War to ever drop his guard, even slightly. Perhaps with you, he finally feels some sense of peace. If only just a little. 

Strife: When he releases the heaviest, deepest sigh of relief from the very pits of his chest when he finally has the time to let himself drop and curl up with you. Holds you so tight everytime. You are his true safe space.

Fury: The way she smiles at you with the most genuinly happy, unrestrained smile with sparkling eyes that drink in your every detail. She grins at you as though you were the best thing to ever happen to her, because you are. 

[iku-tihku]

Thinking about "it" and "it" being, well, ehe, lets just say...

Putting stickers on Strife every time you see him

[darksiders-junkie]

I've been.. deceased for too long and it's time to rise from my coffin and continue on with writing about my favorite boys and gal, among others. Anywho! I was hoping people would send in prompts for the holidays coming up! I'm in such a festive mood, even if you'd like to message it to me rather than put in an official request! And while it's Christmas prompts I'm seeking, new years wouldn't be a bad idea either! Of course other request will always be accepted, and while I wait I'll be sure to work on the few requests I have reveived since my temporary death! I hope to hear some ideas from all of you! If you need a reminder of how to request you can always follow the link through my masterlist! Or search for it! Don't be shy, and don't worry about bombarding me! Love you all dearies! And I hope the best holidays for you all!

[rat6ix]

I like guys that are pretty like girls …

[luverine]

Virginity…

NSFW // MDNI

He doesn’t want to admit to you that he is inexperienced.

He swore he would never tell a soul that he’s never had sex with anybody.

But here he is sweating bullets. He's so nervous because you are rubbing your hand on his thigh with half lidded eyes.

He holds his breath trying to not cream his pants. He was doing good too until you straddle him going in for a kiss. You taste like vanilla.

Fuck he can’t do this…You begin to grind on him putting pressure right on his sensitive dick.

“Shit! I haven’t done this bef-“ He freezes letting out a deep guttural moan. As he releases his load inside of his jeans.

You coo and admire him as he’s twitching and panting. As he’s recovering from an orgasm you unintentionally gave him. You meet each other's eyes.

“Wanna know what pussy feels like?”

✦ SHIGARAKI, Dabi, BAKUGOU, Denki, Amajiki, SHINSO, Megumi, Cloud, JEAN, Armin, AKI ✦

✦ Likes, reblogs, comments appreciated

✦ credit for divider cafekitsune

[chuulyssa]

“let me work.”

“no, i’m not letting you work until you give me some attention,” he demanded.

you scoffed loudly, still not looking up at him from your textbook. “don’t you already get enough attention from the media and the fans?”

he had to hold back a scoff, rolling his eyes at the idea. he didn’t want attention from fans. he wanted your attention! but he didn’t want to tell you that and sound like some desperate nerd — because he wasn’t! he was him after all, handsome, popular, and definitely not obsessed with you. 

“not enough, princess. besides, those people fawn over the actor!me, not the real me, ya know—”

“i don’t fawn over you at all, so i don’t know what you’re on about right now.”

“oh.” his smirk faded a bit.

that was true, he realized. you despised him, that was for certain. but he wanted you to want him the way he wanted you.

his gaze watched you intently as you wrote on your notebook, looking down at the paper and not at him. he was jealous of the paper. he wished you were looking at him instead.

but his fans would’ve threatened you until you unalived yourself if they knew. they would’ve ruined your life if they knew. you couldn’t be together, you never could.

so you sighed, once again choosing to ignore the subtle pout on his face and how you fell down the stairs one day thinking about it. how he probably thought you hated him right now, and you’d do nothing to change that.

why?

because you were a coward.

[cloudsmateria]

THIS PICTUREEEEE HNGNGNGN

[ghostfacesvalentine]

Princess treatment only - MultiMuse x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Multimuse x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Not many, some mentions of killing, but nothing graphic. Kind of fluffy

Type: HC’s

Request: N/A

Word Count: N/A

Prompt: Some HC’s as to how the muses would give the reader the princess treatment.

Notes: I don’t know where I was going with this, but this is mainly fluff, maybe sometime I’ll spice it up. I just had to get my writing juice brewing. Not proofread at all just go.

Jason Voorhees: Honestly, would treat you like a princess regardless. Will pick flowers for you when he’s outside. Always lets you borrow his flannels. Always walks in front of you to make sure there’s no danger, but looks back constantly to make sure there’s no danger behind you?? lmao. You won’t ever have to lift a finger when you’re with him. Literally at your beck and call. Will try his best not to kill in front of you, but sometimes it just ?? happens lol. Tries to be soft when touching you because you’re literally the most perfect thing that has ever crossed his path.

Michael Myers: Is your literal bodyguard. Will follow you anywhere and everywhere, you might as well call him your shadow. Lets you hug him and climb onto his lap whenever. Won’t hug you back yet, working on it. Nobody comes near you, no exceptions. Sorry. Stares at you most of the time. Can’t say it, but you’re literally flawless to him. Will use his body as a shield for you. Would kill anything for you. Eventually learns to put his palm against your cheek and that’s his second greatest accomplishment, the first being bagging you, literally and figuratively.

Tiffany Valentine: You won’t ever have to worry about a thing when you’re with her. Always gets her hands dirty for you. Lots of cheek and neck kisses. Praises your looks all the time. She will always brag about you whether it’s what you do, how you look, anything and everything. She would always make sure you have the latest clothes. She’d make sure you always had your staple make up pieces available. When it comes to killing, she’d get creative, that way you guys will never have literal blood on your hands, especially you, never you.

Billy Loomis: Lots of nicknames. Kinda only has a soft spot for you. Can never ever tell you no and stick to it. Won’t hesitate to kill anyone who makes fun of him for this. Drives you everywhere. Ties your shoes. Always makes time for you. Will help you pick out your outfits and tell you which one he likes and which one he doesn’t. Will wear the bracelets you make him. Anything in his closet is yours, help yourself. Always touching you, holding your hand, holding your waist, you’ve infatuated him enough to have him carelessly cover you in soft kisses, laying his head on your shoulder. Kinda creative with dates tbh.

Stu Macher: You will forever be his princess. Will carry you across puddles. Lots of cheek and forehead kisses. Would learn how to paint your nails for you during class. Always makes sure you have a good grade on your exam, whether he has to swap out the papers after class or make sure you get the right answers, you can absolutely count on him. You don’t have to use your brain around him, no worries. Thinks you look adorable in his sweaters, especially oversized. Loves when you sit on his lap. Prioritizes you over anything and everything. Even if you don’t like horror movies, Stu would absolutely find something else for you to watch.

Patrick Bateman: Honestly, when he falls in love with you, it’s princess treatment only. Will give you a skin care routine and help you follow through with it. Kind of makes you feel dumb, but not like a stupid dumb, more like a ‘oh dear sweet baby you are a little dumb but pretty, but dumb, let me help you’ Same thing if you fall asleep with your makeup on, Patricks on the way with the micellar makeup remover. Will speak up for you if you don’t like a service, he won’t be mean about it unless he has to. Always makes sure you’re hydrated (also part of your skin care routine). You will be a housewife/girlfriend. Feel free to splurge, you are his trophy princess after all. Will take you anywhere you want. Will make things up for you if he has to be at work late.

Leatherface: I don’t ever see a scenario where Bubba does not treat his s/o like a princess. It’s like part of the deal. Either way, expect wild flowers all the time. It’s his favorite thing to do for you. He even makes you a vase and makes sure your flowers are always fresh. Will literally die and kill for you without any hesitation. At his knees for you. Bubba will crawl to you across pins and needles if you asked him to. He’s always making sure you’re comfortable and safe, never hungry or in your mind for too long. Melts at your touch. Would learn how to dance just to dance to your favorite songs. Always gets awestruck with you.

Harley Quinn: Will absolutely take you anywhere you want, no matter how random it is. Always dazed when looking at you. Keeps pictures of you all dressed up in her bag or car or wherever she goes. Selina gave her a heart shaped locket once and yeah, you guessed it, the cutest picture of you is in there. Doesn’t hesitate to shoot any man for you. Leaves your face covered in red kisses. She would do anything to make you laugh. Anything you want, it’s yours! Just point at it.

Poison Ivy: Pamela will always spoil you, regardless of how you act. You’ve heard of people growing gardens for their s/o, she would grow forests for you. She’s the most gentle with you, gentle caresses and soft kisses. Paints your nails, brushes your hair while adding flowers into the locks. Always admires dressing you up and putting make up on you. Almost never wants you to leave. Slow dances with you. She’d do anything to keep you out of danger. You think Michael is a good bodyguard? Pamela is the bodyguard.

Bruce Wayne: hhnnnngh. Ok. No but you are the Princess Wayne. Spoiling you rotten goes without saying. Anything your little heart desires is yours. Helps you get dressed. His favorite is helping you with your stockings. Gentle kisses everywhere. Brushes your hair. Lifting you up constantly when there’s a crack in the pavement. Always the driver. Your safety is always first, always. No because whatever you want means whatever you want, which is why there are hello kitty plushies scattered across the Wayne manor. You’ve somehow managed to get your own cozy theater in there too. Princess treatment also means Bruce having to lay back just a teeny bit on Batman just to guard you too while you sleep.

Jason Todd: nmmnnmf YES. I don’t see him treating his s/o any other way. Lots of pet names. Loooves to help you get dressed. Sits you on the counter as he cooks. Never lets you out of his sight. Anything you want it’s yours. Always buying you cute socks and letting you wear his clothes. Forehead kisses. Oh man it’s so disgusting how much Jason loves his princess. Always taking pictures of you, no matter the angle. Would 1000000% tie bows into your hair if you asked.

Billy Hargrove: Honestly if he’s in love with you, princess treatment is granted. Always giving you his jackets, especially when you wear skirts or dresses out. Lifting you over mud and puddles. Subtle kisses on the head while you’re out. Body guard mode activated. He kinda becomes your shadow, appearing out of nowhere and greeting you with a kiss on the forehead. Ties your shoes without asking. Wiping any tears or smeared makeup off your face. Winks at you all the timeee.

Steve Harrington: Kind of similar to Stu, he always makes sure you pass your class. Poor princess doesn’t use her brain in school, too busy trying to stay awake. Always gives you his jacket, even if you don’t want to wear it, he’ll wrap it around you. Finds any excuse to carry you or pick you up. So affectionate. Kisses on the cheek, lips, forehead. Sometimes he will miss and kiss your eye but ugh it’s so fucking cute. Only has eyes for you. Tying your shoes, putting your socks on, literally just dressing you in general is a must. Literally will take you wherever you want, whenever. Drops everything when you call. Such a sucker with the nicknames for you.

Steve Rogers: Ugh another one. Think of him as a body guard who you get to kiss and sit on his lap. Always drops everything to make sure you’re okay. Cannot take his eyes off of you. So smooth with the reassurance. Kisses on the forehead constantly. Always tucks you in. Would help you bathe if you asked. Pulls you onto his lap every time you both sit down. Whatever you want, you’ll get. If he can’t do it, he’ll find a way. Cups your face in his hands when you cry, kisses your tears away. Ugh he’s your literal teddy bear, if you don’t like to be smothered? Pick another muse.

Bucky Barnes: Similar to Steve, he’s your shadow, but he’s a little more … upfront with it. He’s constantly wrapping an arm around you, eyeing anyone who’s eyeing you. He’s so gentle if you’re sensitive. Kissing your cheek is his favorite. Always lingering his fingertips around your crevices. Makes sure you’re never hungry. Always up before you are. Lets you sleep in. If you fight, he will never raise his voice at you. Ready to carry you if you’re too tired to keep walking around. Slow dances with you just because. He’s always worried for you, making sure you’re okay, you’re not sick or hungry. Pet names with him are a must.

Loki Laufeyson: Okkkk and in what situation did you ever think loki was not going to give you the princess treatment??? You are literal Princess Laufeyson. Though he, and Sebastian maybe, are the only ones who can probably, maybe, say no to you, if you pout enough maybe he’ll come to a compromise with you. He never wants to upset you though. Would literally wipe out a small world for you. Or a few. Ok even betray anyone for you. Always cleaning your smeared makeup, fixing your hair, wiping you because you spilled your drink. He’s so devoted to you, im going to throw up. He devours you with his eyes from a distance, you’re never leaving his sight.

Cloud Strife: Ugh ok. Literal bodyguard, as he’s hired to be at times. At your beck and call, though he’d never admit it. Such a sucker and can never say no to you. Though it may take time, he can start calling you ‘baby’ ‘sweet girl’ ‘love’ he’s so infatuated with you and doesn’t know how to handle it. Your safety is his priority. Always listens to you ramble on and on. Brings you flowers for no reason other than he was thinking of you. He’s such a sucker for you. Follows you everywhere.

Sebastian Michaelis: He’s probably the most tame out of everyone but that doesn’t mean he’s not a sucker. There are rules he’s willing to bend for you, literally willing to kill anyone that has the slightest interest in hurting you. Always makes sure you’re fed and if you want a sweet treat, he’s on it. Listens to you talk, even if it’s silly. Dances with you almost every night. He’s so graceful with it. Dressing you and feeding you is his favorite but he might throw in a few teases “poor sweet baby, you haven’t woken up yet to tell your left foot from your right” as you rub your eyes with the wrong shoes on. Of course he’s willing to help, even if he has the idea that you do this on purpose, he's more than happy to oblige.

Spencer Reid: Though his job wouldn’t encourage it, he still drops almost everything to answer you. Always finds a way to share time with his job and his attention to you. Reads to you all the time, whether in person or over the phone. He’s always making comparisons of you being the princess in most fictional stories that you both come across. He’s so gentle with you. Caresses your face all the time. You lay your head on his lap or sit on his lap as he reads away. Always making sure to keep up with your well-being before his own. Would 10000% pick up a habit of writing you little notes or picking flowers for you or taking Polaroids or something to remind you of your everlasting presence in his mind.

[darkdemeter]

The longer the two of you are separated, the longer and honeyed they nicknames

If he can't find you in under an hour he'll be calling out things like "sweetie pie honey muffin, love of my life, my one and only heart, where are you!!?"

If it's longer than an hour then he completely flips gears because he's really worried now 😭

Death: I'm sure we will find them-

Strife, in such a serious tone: One hour and a second. Where are they.

His sweetie pie honey muffin fell asleep or got knocked out. Either way they're getting kissed after he finds them

Death finds it insufferable how desperate Strife becomes when he cannot find you — and the nicknames by the Creator-

Are these names Strife actually calls you or is he speaking tongue twisters in tongues?

Either way, turns out you just fell asleep. Strife is immediately caging you to his large body in a hug and uttering soft assurances as he kisses you and Death is just there like 🙄

[imagine-darksiders]

Y/n and Strife's stupid stupid dynamic in Eden's Heir.

[moodymisty]

Hello! Hope you had time to rest :) I'm kind of in a mental health gutter at the moment. Can I request anything with Strife? I just really would like something wholesome and comforting.

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙| 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Author's note: Hey friend! I know it's been a bit so I hope you're feeling better, and if not, that this makes you feel better.

Relationships: Strife/Gn!Reader

Warnings: None

"You said you wanted to see the Makers realm, and here it is. Don't go getting sleepy on me now."

Mayhem rocks underneath you as he walks, Strife's chest firmly against your back as he holds the reins with his right hand. You've been riding for the entire day now, and as the sun starts to set, you find yourself leaning back into him more and more, like sinking into the back of a chair.

"I didn't think it would take this long... Can't you all just teleport?" Strife takes his left hand that was resting against his thigh and nonchalantly gestures outward, before returning it to his leg.

"Using Fulgrim's wormholes, yes. But I'm not taking you in one of those if I have anything to do about it."

Whatever he's afraid of happening to you in there might be worth the risk, if it means having feeling in your bottom again. Besides you've met Fulgrim; Despite him being the embodiment of the adjective sleeze, you don't think he'd be stupid enough to do anything to a human close to the Horsemen. At least you would hope he'd have the foresight to realize that would be a terrible idea.

"Then don't get mad at me if I fall asleep because you took the long path to get here."

You hear him let out an overly exaggerated sigh, but continues looking forward as Mayhem strides through the thin forest path. You assume the horse must be dreadfully bored at this point, though you have no way to tell.

"We'll get there soon, and then I'm sure the Makers will be happy to give you a bed to sleep on. They'll love having a human to dote on."

You wonder how he assumes that, though you don't have enough mental energy to inquire if he's brought other humans here before and knows from experience, or if the Makers will simply be overjoyed to meet members of a smaller species.

One thing you've leaned quite quickly over the course of the apocalypse and post-apocalypse: Humans are by far the smallest of all the species. Even Death, the shortest of the Nephilim, towered over you with ease the few times you'd ever seen him.

Shifting slightly on the front half of the saddle, you sigh and decide to rest your eyes for a bit, leaning your head back onto Strife's chest.

Only for a bit, but you ended up falling asleep moments later, sliding to the side until Strife suddenly catches you with his arm as he notices you drifting. He wraps it around your middle, and only needs to take one look downward before he realizes you've fallen asleep, head resting against your shoulder.

He shifts his arm up to wrap around your chest and his hand cradles your shoulder, so you'll stay better upright against him while his other hand still lazily holds Mayhem's reins.

Strife finds your sleepiness completely, overwhelmingly adorable; But he also finds himself almost in awe of the fact that you were able to so easily fall asleep near him. He's not the most trustworthy Nephilim. It's endearing to find someone who trusts him so readily to fall asleep in his arms without so much as a second thought about it. He keeps looking down at you, before talking into the quiet evening air.

"Pretty cute, right Mayhem?"

The horse shifts his head just enough to look towards Strife, before looking back forward and giving a snort. He assume the horse is just upset that he said his name after making him walk so long in such a boring, straight line.

The sharp metal of his gauntlet shifts against your clothes, as he intentionally tries to avoid ripping your clothes or worse- cutting you. Even if it's a silly, unlikely thing, he doesn't want to risk it. Strife has learned many times how fragile you are, and doesn't want to take even the slightest risk.

The one time he realized he bruised your wrist he still isn't entirely over, and it worries him to think of all the times he's hurt you and you managed to hide it from him.

Feeling you shift against him Strife looks back down at you again, watching you fidget in your sleep and grasp the edges of your armor with one of your hands. He wonders what your dreaming about, if anything.

He knows that there isn't much longer until he makes it to the Tri-Forge, but he doesn't mind taking it a bit slower provided he gets to feel you sleeping in his arms just a little bit more.

[ilikehimhessilly]

𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕

Some short period comfort fluff with the horsemen x reader. I gave each one a different typical symptom that comes with the monthly menstrual torment. Hope you enjoy if your uterus is also currently trying to kill you.

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Death: Hot flush

"I can't sleep like this… I'm melting." You pant with agitation, using your legs to push away the overly warm covers that had previously been neatly tucked in by your sides. Your insides felt hot, far too hot for comfort and your skin grossly clammy. If you weren't already miserable enough, it didn't help that nephillim beside you refused to let you sleep with an open window for fear of 'something undesirable slipping inside.'

As if anything could possibly even attempt getting inside with him here. 

"So I can see." Death hums from beside you, chuckling faintly at the sight of your tousled hair spilled out around your head like a puddle. Placing down the book he had been reading flat in his lap, he turns his attention towards you. A pleasantly cold palm lays to rest atop your forehead.

"How's that?" He asks softly, sweeping his thumb back and forth.

"Oh my gosh. You're so cold. You're perfect!" You gasp in relief and delight, unhesitatly shuffling closer to him. Taking ahold of his arm, you use it to pull yourself closer to him. He moves with you, swiftly moving the book from his lap to your nightstand. Taking a gentle hold of your waist, he slides you into his lap. He settles his hand back onto your forehead, the other on your abdomen. Finally, you no longer feel like your being cooked from the inside out.

"Hmm.. I don't know about perfect, but I'm glad to provide some alleviation from your persistent sweating." He teases, sweeping back the strands of hair sticking to your head. You peel your eyes back up to pout up at him with an unimpressed look over his comment on your current state, though you can’t exactly disagree with him.

"Sleep now. You need it." He hushes.

At last, you could finally get said sleep. Who knew the cold embrace of death could be so soothing. 

War: Cramps

Arm clamped around your lower abdomen like a vice, you let out a pained groan, the sound muffled by your pillow but not unheard by the red behemoth in your home. All afternoon he's been trudging around, trying to make himself useful in his self-set task of eradicating your pain. 

Perhaps 'the Red Rider approaches' could be a new euphemism for that time of the month, you think to yourself, the amused smile on your lips melting into a tight frown as another cramp ripples through your lower half. 

"Why are you trying to kill me?" You whine painfully down at your own uterus, clamping your legs together and biting the inside of your cheek. 

Catching the word 'kill', War seems fumble with whatever he's doing, the sound of him grunting in frustration and what sound like packets falling out of somewhere (and onto War) faintly hitting your ears. 

Guess he found the pain killers.

Only a few moments later does he return to your bedroom, a glass of water pitched in between the thumb and forefinger of his prosthetic gauntleted hand and two ibuprofen carefully cradled in his other, smaller palm. 

"Thanks, War." You smile gratefully, pushing yourself to sit up and accept the glass from him. 

Large, sharp-tipped fingers peeling back, he opens his palm for you to take the two little pills, watching expectantly as you swallow them down with a large gulp of water. 

"Are you…feeling better now?" He asks hopefully.

"War. They take a little time to kick in, remember?" You sigh. Not just because you now have to actually wait for the painkillers to work, but as you know he won't stop hovering until he can visibly see that your pain has been good and properly killed. 

"Come on." You pat the empty space next you, beckoning him to sit with you and be still. Your bed sinks with his weight, and there's a soft 'thunk' as something metal drops to the ground. You glance back at him, smiling as his bare palm comes to rest on your abdomen. He's warm and comforting, and you know he won't leave your side until he sees you back to your normal self.

If your period was good for one thing, that thing would certainly be making the red, battle-hardened horseman dote the way he does with you now.

Strife: Nausea 

"Okay, easy now - there you go. Let it out." Strife soothes, running his hand up and down your back in an attempt to subdue your discomfort as you retch into the toilet.

Breathing out shakily, you rest your forhead against your folded arms. "Oh god, this is awful - I'm sorry you have to see.." You pause, pressing your lips into a thin line as your stomach churns discomfortingly.

"…This." You give a vague gesture to yourself and the toilet.

Scoffing, Strife shakes his head at your apology, tucking your hair behind your ear and continuing to rub at your back in slow circles.

"Come on, what have you to apologise for? This ain't your fault." He snickers, before continuing, "Besides, you think I haven't seen worse?"

"Oh no, I know you've seen worse. Never doubted it." You give a tired little huff of laughter, a weak smile tugging at your lips as you notice the way he instantly perks at the sound of your laughter. Albeit tired and weak. 

"Still. Pretty gross." 

With the little enegry left in your body, you pull yourself backwards and into his chest. Strife's arms are quick to encage you, one hand on your hip keeping you stead and the other moving to your tummy. 

"Nah. Not when it comes to you. You could stink of puke and I'd still find you pretty damn hot." He reassures, golden eyes squinting from behind his helm in that famaliar way that you now recognise as him smiling beneath the metal. 

You tsk, rolling your eyes at him and giggling at his attempt to make you feel better. Though it doesn't last long. Face paling again, you scrunch it up as your stomach groans. "Oh, too much laughing." You grimace.

"Okay, sorry. Sorry. I don't wanna be the cause of another gut-spilling session." He surrenders, deciding to leave trying to make you laugh until you're not nauseous anymore. 

Returning to your former postion hunched over the toilet, you sigh as you feel Strife's fingers through your hair, pulling it back for you before your stomach contents come back up again.

Welp, at least you have him here to make you feel a tiny bit less disgusting. 

Fury: Body pain 

"My hips are on fire." You complain from your resting position in Fury's lap, pressing your forehead against the cold exterior of armour covering her inner thigh. Your hips burn, your back aches, and the rest of feels like you've been hit by a truck. 

"Your remedy hasn't worked then, has it?" She tuts, grazing her nails along your scalp. She had tried to convice you to simply drink the health potion she had offered, knowing it would provide much faster and effective relief than your 'vile aillment of liquid chalk.' Alas, you insisted on saving the green potion for an emergency. Not that she couldn't argue with your reasoning, though she much rather not continue to see you in such discomfort.

"No, the dissolvable asprin hasn't helped." You sigh in defeat, pushing yourself to sit up and accept your fate of having to just tough out the pain. Oh well. It could be worse, you suppose. 

"Easy now, my precious one." She haults, taking a gentle grasp of your shoulders and settling you back down between her legs. 

"If you insist on refusing the health potion I offered," She leans back against your headboard, sliding you a pillow to hold onto. "then you shall at least stay put and allow me to help another way." 

With that, slides her hands down from your shoulders to your waist, pressing her thumbs into your hips with light pressure, easing out the ache with circular motions. Quite suddenly, the tension they had been holding begins to fade out into nothingness as her fingers work you into a content puddle of bliss. 

"Mhhm, Fury, that feels…" You slur, unaware of just how much you've visibly slumped beneath her touch. 

"Hush…don't distract me. Just relax." She scolds, though it more like a purr. Putty in her hands, you quite yourself and sit obediently for her, try to stifle the little sighs of pleasure that threaten to push past your lips. 

[ninibeingdelulu]

Cute things he do as your boyfriend

He's a total sweetheart behind that brooding exterior, always finding little ways to shower you with affection even amongst his buddies.

Like how his large, calloused palm will drift up to tenderly ruffle your hair whenever you sidle up beside him. You adore nuzzling into that comforting touch while he tries fighting off the edges of a dopey grin.

Or when you're all piled together chatting and he senses your skirt riding dangerously high. Rather than making a big fuss, he simply angles his body to block any view before smoothly tugging the fabric back into place with the barest ghosting of knuckles skimming along your thigh.

The second you mention feeling even the tiniest pang of hunger, he's springing into action - damn near hauling you bodily out the door if needed.

Next thing you know, you're cozied up in a comfy booth at your favorite low-key diner or parked in front of the glow of some charmingly hole-in-the-wall mom-and-pop joint's neon sign as he patiently waits to order whatever crazy pregnancy craving crosses your mind that day.

Every Friday without fail, he returns home from his deliveries with a fresh, beautifully arranged bouquet clutched behind his back. You squeal in delight as he shyly presents them, ducking his head in that bashful way whenever you pepper his flushed cheeks with grateful kisses.

He'll then sprawl across the sofa, pulling you down to nestle between his spread thighs as you gush about all the latest office gossip making the rounds.

Despite his feigned clueless guy act, he proves he was hanging on every breathless ramble by reciting back the tawdry details word-for-word with a mischievous smirk when you tease about his wandering attention.

And at the end of those idyllic evenings spent tucked up close simply basking in one another's presence, he always envelops you fully in that heavenly warm embrace you crave.

Those broad arms locked snugly around your waist from behind as he nuzzles against your nape, inhaling deep - like somehow your very scent provides the balm allowing his soul to finally unwind completely.

Only then does that last lingering muscle tension bleed out with a contented sigh rumbling past his lips.

"Just keep doing whatever magic this is, love..." His rasping whisper fans over your sensitized skin in the dim glow. "You, here, in my arms each night...that's the closest thing to real peace I've ever known."

cloud strife, megumi fushiguro, rin itoshi, sae itoshi, sasuke uchiwa, aki hayawaka, katsuki bakugo, shoto todoroki