#bring their remains home and cried about it for a bit

[stere0typical]

Your best friend dies. Your best friend hasn't been your best friend for centuries, in fact they've been known to refer to you as an enemy.

But your best friend has died and wants their remains to be brought home. And you agree to bring them back to where you grew up together (as best friends) because that was your best friend.

And on the way your best friend comes back, as some unnatural version of themselves that isn't your best friend and you both crash. You get greviously injured, so bad in fact everything about you changes, not just your exterior but the very fibre of your being. You've changed before but now you're more unlike your best friend than ever.

And your best friend, no longer dead, decides to destroy the whole universe, everything anybody has ever known or loved or cherished, but you stop them at the last minute, because that's the waltz you and your best friend have been dancing to for decades.

And you see your best friend hurt people and you forgive them anyway because that's your best friend; how could you they ever be unforgivable?

And your best friend refuses to take your hand. Your best friend refuses to accept your forgiveness, rather dying than accepting your outstretched hand.

You're enemies, aren't you?

Your best friend dies. You bring them home.

[crushmeeren]

♡ Todoroki/Fem Reader

♡ Master List Link

⇢ Everyone involved in this fic is aged up/18+.

⇢ Warnings; cursing, making out, dirty talk, Shouto is a champ at eating pussy/ass, fingering, vaginal sex, Shouto is a little subby in this

♡ Authors Note; I had to complete the headcannons for my favorite three MHA boys sooner rather than later. I love Shouto, he deserves all the good things and a lot of hugs.

Shouto who comes off as cold, uninterested, a giant dick — but who is so sweet and so loving it makes your teeth ache. Who is the kind of person that writes down facts about you so he doesn’t forget — you accidentally stumbled upon the list in his notes app and promptly cried.

Shouto who never ceases to buy extra of what he’s eating so you can have some too, even if you weren’t hungry in the first place.

Shouto who doesn’t understand social cues very well. Who tilts his head adorably when he’s confused. Who wears a blank, spaced out expression on his face often when he’s unsure of what’s going on.

Shouto who lets you teach him how to read the room a bit easier, to understand body language and tone. Whose pretty smile could melt icy glaciers with its tender warmth. Who is so comfortable with you he makes all sorts of facial expression, which you take as a triumphant win.

Shouto who you met in high school but didn’t date until after graduation. Who you crossed paths with while battling a villain and you caught mid air as he was nose diving from the top of a building. Who was probably a bit delirious because he swears he saw you with a halo, because he “fell in love with an Angel that day.”

Shouto who loves to drink strawberry milk. Who has so many cartons cluttering the fridge in your home it drives you nuts. Who compulsively brings you a glass when he’s drinking some because he’s learned he can show you he loves you by sharing what enjoys. It’s so cute when you get a glass out of nowhere.

Shouto who decides to be a bit “rebellious” after he gets out of high school. Who decides to cut his hair shaggy and short. Who gets a nose ring, pierces his ears and acquires a tongue ring. Who is with you when you get your own body modifications, and often wears jewelry that reminds him of you.

Shouto who claims his absolute favorite thing in the world is to snuggle up with you on the couch. Especially when it’s raining and the two of you are wrapped up in a fluffy blanket burrito, watching movies and napping. If it turns X rated, well who can blame you?

Shouto who is a dry texter. We’re talking Sahara Desert dry. Who does still take the time to send you pictures of things you love while he’s out on patrol, especially of dogs that he encounters. Who gets so happy when you respond in kind, forming your own language with one another.

Shouto who tends to wear a streetwear style when he’s not working. Who likes to wear matching clothes with you. Who even bought you both a pair of matching underwear with your faces on them. You’re unable to resist, you’re technically sitting on his face all day… right??

Shouto who is terrible at almost every video game, but who can annihilate anyone at Mario Kart. You’re definitely not bitter about that. Funnily enough, the best part of game night when everyone is over is watching Bakugou lose his mind when Sho decimates repeatedly.

Shouto who has remained tight knit with Midoriya. Who considers the man as his brother by extension, and who you’ve grown close to as well. Who goes to the #1 hero for help planning you a surprise party by sending Midoriya a series of increasingly concerning emojis until he agrees.

Shouto who loves to eat peach gummy rings. Who you have, on more than one occasion, woken up to eating the candy at 2:00 am. Who offers you one, which you casually eat and go back to bed. Who memorizes your favorite candy and leaves it for you to find everywhere.

Shouto who has told you the story of how he got his burn scar. About his father, his brother and all the horrors of his past. Who opened up to you, willingly sharing a side of himself others don’t get the privilege to see.

Shouto who has taken you to meet his family, to meet his mother. Who added you to the group chat with all his siblings, which is unbelievably entertaining. Who tries to fit his face with more than one expression when he meets your parents, but you make sure he knows he’s perfect for you just the way he is.

Shouto who loves you unconditionally. Who is your soul mate, your best friend. Whose love for you has grown bigger than a California Redwood tree. Who becomes your husband, who you love more than life itself. You’d start a goddamn war for this man.

Shouto who enjoys kissing. Who loves to lazily make out with you. Whose cock starts twitching in his briefs when the kiss turns messy. Whose lips get slick and puffy as they press together consistently with yours. Who eagerly slips his tongue into your mouth, sucking on it and sinking his teeth into your bottom lip so roughly it stings.

Shouto who likes to spread you out on your back in bed, stripping you until your only in one of his large T-shirts. Who leers at you when he pushes it up your belly, gently letting it catch on your tits until he can watch them fall and bounce. Who makes you keep the shirt up around your collarbone when he sucks on your nipples.

Shouto who bites the skin on your sternum, plush lips tickling your belly as he makes his way to your pussy. Who grips the bottoms of your thighs and presses them backwards to your chest. Who stares at you with heavy lidded eyes as he licks from your pussy to your clit, making sure to swirl the cold metal of his tongue ring around it.

Shouto whose eyes flutter closed while he eats you out. Who makes you cry out when he sucks your clit, tongue ring passing over it with each methodical swipe of his tongue. Who praises you murmuring “your pussy is amazing angel, will you let me eat your ass? pretty please?”

Shouto who strips you both. Whose flushed cock stands full and heavy when you see it. Who flips you, yanking your ass in the air and shoving your face into the sheets. Who spanks you unforgivingly and grips the thick flesh of your ass to spread you open. Who chills his tongue ring even more and kitten licks at your rim until you want to scream.

Shouto who shoves two fingers in your pussy without warning. Who curls and thrusts them as he sucks on your rim until you cum so hard you see stars. Who pulls away from you, stroking himself for relief and speaks with a wrecked voice pleading “I want to put my cock in you so badly, can I please princess?”

Shouto who is aware you’re a pillow princess, but has hearts in his eyes, cheeks flushing bubblegum pink when you tell him you’ll ride him for a bit. Who props his back up against the headboard with a couple pillows, allowing you to flip around so your back faces him. Who holds your wrists behind your back as you ride him, letting out delicate and whiny moans while you make his toes curl.

Shouto who spreads you with his free hand, eyes glued as his cock disappears into your pussy while you bounce in his lap. Whose dick throbs, breathing hitching when you throw your head back and you moan “fuck Shouto, your cock is so good, you’re gonna make me cum!”

Shouto who reaches his limit, pushing you off his cock and onto your back whispering filthy praise in your ear. Who grips his shaft, teasing your clit with the tip before slipping his dick all the way back inside with one fluid roll of his hips.

Shouto who bends you in half, hooking your knees over his shoulders and folding you into a mating press. Who fucks you roughly, hips curling up with the intention to bully your g-spot. Who makes sure you feel each drag of his cock, coaxing you into cumming with a handful of strokes. Who gets you to cum over and over, little water balloons of warm pleasure popping and coursing through you.

Shouto who produces low moans when your pussy squeezes his cock. Who desperately pleads with you to cum one more time because he can’t hold on for much longer.

Shouto who makes you feel dizzy as you chase your pleasure once more while folded as a pretzel. Who cums instantly when your sweet cries hit his ears, praising and encouraging him all at once. Who pushes into the hilt, grinding against you as he bursts at the seams, panting to catch his breath.

Shouto who giggles with you as he untangles your limbs. Who flops down beside you, lacing your fingers together as you enjoy the leftover bliss.

Shouto who eventually gets up to clean you both. Who finds the shirt you were previously wearing and some clean panties for you to wear. Who pulls you into a hug, murmuring how much he loves you, planting kisses all over your face. Shouto who then goes to the kitchen and brings you a glass of strawberry milk.

[dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling]

Huge thanks to hattiemagix for commissioning this!

Doey & motherly fem reader

★ When Doey first met the reader, he was immediately wary of her. Her kind nature was unfamiliar and he couldn't tell if it was an act or not, it made him suspicious. Even though he liked it when you were around he tried to keep his distance. Can you really blame him? He’s met a lot of people who’ve pretended to be nice, only for them to end up hurting him. 

★ Doey tested the reader's boundaries to see if her kindness was genuine. Slowly challenging her patience. "Let's see how long she can keep this up," he thought, observing her reactions closely. Shurely she would slip and show her true colors. 

★ Even though it was a tad annoying, you were still patient with him. You never raised your voice or showed anger, even when he was acting difficult. Whether it was explaining something for the hundredth time or dealing with his defensive attitude, you remained steadfast in your kindness. 

★ He started to realize that the reader genuinely cared for his well-being. Something he’s not at all used to. Doey never expected to meet someone, an ex-employee no less, who would try so hard to make him feel safe. He misses having someone to look after him, it's been so long, he almost forgot what it's like to be cared for. 

★ After that he quickly got used to you, your presence became a comfort. As the days in the factory slowly passed he grew even closer to you. Soon enough he started seeing you as an adoptive mother. But he decided to keep that to himself, for now at least, he wouldn't want to make you feel uncomfortable.  

★ If anything were to happen to you, he would be devastated. If you need to leave the Safe Haven, Doey becomes visibly anxious. He begins clinging to you, reluctant to let you go. He asks you to make a promise to stay safe and be careful. The thought of losing you fills him with dread."Promise me you'll be careful, okay? I need to know you'll come back safe” 

★ After defeating the Doctor and the Prototype you bring him, and many of the other toys, home with you. Because of course you had to bring Kissy, Poppy and those who called the Safe Haven home out of the factory where they were starving. 

★ Doey feels a mix of emotions—relief, uncertainty, and a bit of excitement—as he steps into the reader's home "This is... home?" he asks, looking at the various objects you have hung up and strewn about. “Of course” you declare, looking at him as he turns his head. Doey’s expression unreadable, “that is, If you want it to be.” you quickly add. 

★ And of course he stays with you! Where else would he go? He's so attached to you he couldn't imagine living anywhere else. By this point, it was clear as day that he needed you around. The way he beams when you compliment him or how he always lingers by you gave it away.

★ After spending the past 10 years in the abandoned shell of a factory, Doey is very eager to make up for lost time. He's really excited to try something new. You take the opportunity to teach him various domestic skills. His new favorite thing is baking with you!

★ He still has nightmares about the factory. When Doey wakes up from a nightmare he's immediately disoriented and filled with fear, the trauma of the factory still lingering in his mind. His breathing is heavy and a sense of panic is overwhelming him. His panicked cries always wake you up.  

★ You’re quick to comfort him, rushing to his side and hugging him close "It was just a bad dream. You're okay, and nothing can hurt you here." your gentle touch helped to ground him, "It's okay, Doey. I'm here. You're safe now." it's working, because now his cries have dissolved into a quieter whimper.

★ To help Doey calm down, the reader reaches for his favorite book, "The Adventures of Word Wizard." She knows how much the story means to him and starts reading aloud, her voice steady and comforting. As she continues, doey feels his eyelids grow heavy. 

★ Just before he falls asleep, Doey murmurs softly, "Goodnight, Mom." The reader smiles softly, her heart melting from Doey's words. For the rest of the night, he sleeps soundly, knowing he's safe and cared for.

[demonic0angel]

"Why is my Wolf in whatever cult damned circle Constantine drew?

"He summoned her."

(This ask will not be related to this ask lmao. For the humor.)

Wolf dusted herself off. “Permission to leave?” She asked, and Red Hood nodded firmly.

“Granted.”

“What?!” Cried out several of the other heroes as Wolf neatly side stepped over the summoning circle and then into Red Hood’s waiting arms. He spun her around to check for any injuries before bringing her in close protectively, turning to glare at the others. Even though he had a helmet on his head, everyone could sense the dark look he was giving them.

Constantine looked nervous. “How did you get through the circle?! It should’ve also contained you and—”

Wolf hummed. “You were trying to summon two things at once. The Ghost King and something that can control the Ghost King. However, you were only able to summon me and since I’m human, your circle was unable to hold me in place. It seems as though you failed.”

Constantine growled. “This shouldn’t have happened! We needed to summon Pariah Dark! And how were you able to guess what the rituals were supposed to be for?”

“It’s easy. I can read ritual circles,” Wolf said, but she fell silent as Red Hood manhandled her into staying behind him.

“Alright, is anyone going to tell me what this entire stupid thing was supposed to be for? Or shall I just leave right now?”

For some reason, he had also been summoned to use his blood for the ritual. He was even more irritated because he had to be stabbed with a needle for all of this nonsense, only for it to fail.

Phantom raised his hand. His expression was very carefully blank. “We were supposed to summon the Ghost King to answer some questions about some rips in the dimension. Pariah Dark was supposed to appear, alongside whatever was needed to control the Ghost King. It seems we’ve failed since we only summoned… Wolf, was it?”

“Phantom!” Wonder Woman scolded, but Wolf answered Phantom’s question softly.

“… that’s right.”

Red Hood turned to Wolf, slightly confused on her uncharacteristically docile answer. Usually, he would’ve expected her to be sharp tongued and scold the heroes for a failed ritual (since she hated incompetence), but now, she was rather quiet.

Red Hood felt even more protective over her and wrapped an arm around her. He said coldly, “Since you failed, can we go? If you can’t even complete neither parts of the ritual, it just goes to show how incompetent you are. These are the people you surround yourself with, Batman?” He sneered at Batman, who remained silent.

Constantine was indignant. “There’s no way it could’ve failed! The ritual to summon Pariah Dark and something to control him was all done correctly, and I even used the blood of a liminal, which should’ve been exactly what was needed to summon the Ghost King! It should’ve worked! I swear!”

Phantom coughed. He seemed to be hiding a smile behind his fist, but Red Hood blinked and it was gone. “Well, maybe we were a bit too hasty. I’d say we should let Wolf and Hood go, and we can come back again after more research has been made? How’s that for a plan?”

Constantine grumbled but agreed. There were more murmurs but no one disagreed, all chastened by the scolding. Batman turned to Red Hood and then said, “You’re free to go.” Red Hood sneered again, rubbing Wolf’s shoulder before he held onto her protectively and turned to leave.

“Hood,” Batman called one more time.

Red Hood turned, pulling Wolf behind him again.

“… tell Wolf that we’re sorry she’s been brought into this. You two can go home and rest…. We have more than enough of your blood, so you won’t need to come back.”

Red Hood huffed, a lot calmer now. “Whatever, old man.”

Then he turned and left with Wolf in tow.

Behind in the ritual room, Phantom was on his phone, texting something to someone named Jazz. He was struggling not to laugh as he thought about what just occurred, muttering to himself, “I can’t believe they were trying to summon Pariah of all people...”

But alas, there was no one around to hear him mutter those words to himself. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have had to struggle several more times…

[forever-rogue]

Your fics kill me and bring me back to life queen! Requesting Joel and fem!reader almost dying from a clicker attack; Joel and her end up getting blood stained, give each other a bath in the same tub, and talk about what’s to come.

AN | This concept is both so sad but so soft ❤️

Pairing | Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language

Word Count | 1.9k

Masterlist | Joel, Main

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Both you and Joel were covered in blood, guts, and bits of brain. 

You’d been doing your best not to cry, trying to remain somewhat composed but it was hard. The tears were welling up in your eyes but none of them had managed to roll down your cheeks just yet. You were fighting them back; you knew that once the tears started it would open the floodgates and all the pent up emotions would come right out. 

Joel, meanwhile, looked almost…fine. Not fine, but not like you, ready to fall apart at any moment. You supposed that he was more used to it, the violence and gore, while you were still fairly…unfamiliar. Admittedly, you had very little ‘real’ world experience compared to Joel. You knew that one day, you’d probably come across the infected, but you hadn’t expected that it would come close to costing you your life. 

Your partner had been all but silent as he sprang into action to help save you while you panicked, screamed, and cried, probably attracting almost everything around you. Joel had remained the image of cool and collected as he took them all down to make sure you were safe. 

Once you were safe and accounted for, he’d hauled you to your feet and started making his way back home, keeping you close behind. Neither of you spoke a word, the silence loud enough to speak volumes. 

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By the time you got back to the home you shared with Joel, you felt like you were on the verge of a mental breakdown. You closed the door behind the two of you, before leaving against it and sliding to the floor, in a small heap of sobs. You weren’t able to contain the emotions any longer and they all spilled out at once. You didn’t even care that you were dirty and smelly, you just couldn’t be bothered to keep going at that moment. 

Joel had already started making his way upstairs but stopped dead in his tracks as soon as he heard your first sob. He turned back around and quickly made his way over to you, dropping to his knees right to see what was going on.

“Hey,” he whispered softly, reaching for your face and gently taking it in his hands. He hated to see you crying, especially right now, when you had just had a near death experience. Joel brushed your tears away, trying to hide his frown when he noticed all the grime and blood still sticking to your skin. He wished you hadn’t had to experience such a thing; he’d tried to protect but failed. He could have, should have, done more, “baby, you’re alright. It’s okay, I’m right here. I’ve got you.”

You managed a small nod, your lip trembling as a few more tears ran down your cheeks. Joel gently shushed you before pulling you into his chest, wrapping his arms tightly around you. With the little energy and strength you had remaining, you hugged him back, burying your face into his chest. He held you for a while, letting you get out your tears, and occasionally offering you a few gentle words of reassurance. When you felt like you were all dried up and your throat was raw, you pulled back and looked at him with puffy, red eyes and a forlorn expression on your face. 

“You’re going to be okay,” he promised, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “I swear it.”

“Joel,” you managed to choke out his name, “I…today...it was horrible.”

“I know,” he brushed his knuckles along your cheek, his heart hurting for what you had just been through. He’d gone through it enough times himself and had gotten to the point where he had become almost numb to it all. It was a horrible thing really, to become so desensitized to actions that had once been considered carnage. He was silent for a few moments, unsure of what to say. There wasn’t much to say and he couldn’t just turn back time, “it becomes easier over time, but I don’t want it to become easier for you. I don’t want you to have to go through that again.”

“But,” you looked at him with wide eyes as you grabbed his hands and held them tightly in yours. You’d been so caught up in your own woes that you hadn’t even considered how Joel could have been feeling, “are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he offered you a small smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, that didn’t quite feel genuine, “I’m alright.”

“Are you?” your question came softly, whispered just loud enough for him to hear. He paused for a moment before hanging his head and giving it a gentle shake. You breathed in softly and exhaled through your nose before wrapping your arms around his neck and giving him a tight hug, squeezing him with everything you had, “I love you.”

“I love you,” he murmured softly as he buried himself in you, breathing in your soft scent and allowing it to wash over him.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

After a short while, you slowly untangled yourselves before making your way upstairs to the bathroom. You were almost desperate to get the dirt and grime and whatever else was on your body so you could feel like a human again. 

When you got upstairs and into the bathroom, Joel immediately turned on the shower, getting it just as warm as you liked. He turned to you, slowly and reverently starting to peel off your clothes. You lifted your arms as so he could remove your shirt, a small sound escaping your lips as the cloth stuck to a few of the superficial wounds you’d managed to obtain. It already felt a million times better just to be free of your shirt, which was quickly followed by your bra. 

Joel’s touch was gentle as he undid the button of your jeans before helping you to step out of them and kicking them to the side to get them as far away as possible. Your underwear was next and you left standing there naked. It didn’t matter though; just shedding the layers allowed you to feel a million times better.

You wiped some of the grim from your face before motioning for Joel to step closer to you. He did so, his face becoming more gentle as he watched you. You reached for the hem of his henley, slowly pulling it over his head and tossing it into the pile of your clothes. Your lips pulled into a small frown when you realized that his ribs and shoulder were already starting to bruise. You trailed your fingers softly along his skin, tutting under your breath.

“It doesn’t hurt that bad,” he insisted, which you knew was only for your benefit, “nothing I haven’t dealt with before.”

“Doesn’t mean I have to like it,” you insisted, reaching for his belt buckle and slowly undoing it before and tugging his jeans down his legs. Joel pulled down his boxers before kicking it all away, “I already feel better. Just having the gross clothes gone.”

He made a small sound in response before pulling the shower curtain back so you could get inside and under the warmth of water. You let out an audible sigh at the feeling of the warm water cascading all over your skin. Joel stepped in after you, shoulders sagging with relief that the day was over and that you were both home safe. 

“C’mere,” he grabbed your shoulders and tenderly traded places with you. He grabbed the shampoo bottle, pouring some into his hand before moving to wash your hair. You tried to ignore the water that was running off your bottles and red swirls that ran down the drain. It was over and you were okay. Joel started to lather the shampoo into your hair, massaging your scalp just how he knew you loved. You had to work to keep in the moan that threatened to spill out of your mouth at the feeling. 

He worked in silence for a while as you tried to relax and forget about the horrors of the day. It was when he was about halfway through conditioning your hair, you realized that tears had run down your face. When you stepped under the water to rinse your hair, Joel wiped away your tears, which managed to bring the smallest smile to your face. 

Once your hair was washed, you went to reach for the bar of soap but Joel beat you to it, working quickly to get your body clean and wash away the rest of dirt and grime that had been left on your body.

“Thank you,” you whispered softly, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a tight hug. The two of you stayed that way for a while, until you felt yourself start to get pruney, “come on, handsome. It’s my turn to get you all clean.”

Joel knew better than to argue with you, and admittedly loved getting his hair washed just as much as you did. You took your time to make sure he was just as clean as you were, pressing gentle kisses to his shoulders and neck. At one point, he took your face in his hands and kissed you until you were breathless. You let him hold you until the water ran cold and both of you were ready to get into pajamas and get into bed. 

Once you got out of the shower and dried off, you stole a shirt and a pair of boxers from Joel and slipped into them before getting into bed for some much needed rest. Joel followed suit and quickly joined you in the bed, letting out a groan at the comfort of being clean and in bed with you. 

He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you into his warm frame so he was your big spoon.  You put your hand on top of his and offered it a gentle squeeze. He pressed a kiss to your shoulder before whispering in your ear, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you responded, “thank you for protecting me today. I don’t…I don’t know what I would have done without you today. I might be-”

“Shh,” he cut you off, “don’t say anything else. You don’t have to. We’re here now, safe.”

“Yeah,” you cleared your throat in an effort not to cry, “I’m glad for that.”

“Me too,” he promised, “me too.”

It wasn’t long after that until you both managed to fall asleep. 

[uncookedfeeler]

CITRUS I🍋

Yuna x Male Reader

Tags : 4k, light smut, incest,

Part 2

Parenting is one of life's most transformative experiences. It is a journey filled with joy, growth, challenges and the commitment to raise and guide another human being. From the moment a child is born into the world, parents find themselves on a rollercoaster ride of endless new experiences, emotional highs and lows, and unwavering love.

Parents are caregivers, teachers and coaches, constantly trying to decipher their child's needs and feelings. While the joys of parenting are many, the challenges can be daunting. From sleepless nights with a newborn to the complexities of teenage rebellion, each stage of a child's development brings its own set of hurdles.

After more than fifty years on this planet, half of them with your wife, you're lucky enough to have a 20-year-old girl as your child. From day one she has been the ray of sunshine that lights up your life. She is the person you love most and will remain your most precious treasure until your last breath. But your relationship has changed a lot over the years. Your little princess has gone from being Daddy's little girl to a gorgeous woman who has been driving a wedge between you since she was a teenager. 

This distance has increased since she became a famous idol and now lives between the dormitory and your house, although she only stays when she wants to. 

As usual, you come home from work late in the evening and enter the lock code to get into your house. Unlike before, the lights are still out and the house is deserted. You leave your keys on the hall stand and walk into the living room, closing the SAS door behind you.

You sigh as you walk through the living room to your bedroom, the room a bit messy with some of your dirty clothes from the night before still on the tripod, you sit down on your bed to remove your tie and finally free your neck, your suit disappears and you put on more relaxed clothes. At the same time, your phone rings and you see the name of one of your colleagues on the display:

"Sorry to call so late, hope I'm not disturbing you?" says a soft voice at the other end of the line.

"Not at all, Mrs Bae, I just got home, what can I do for you?" you reply, laughing.

"The CEO wants to see you in his office tomorrow, he came by earlier but you already left, he said he wants to talk about the last contract you secured". 

"Ahahah, the old man already knows it seems, ok ok, noted I'll meet him tomorrow, have a good night Ms.Bae".

"You too, Director"

You put your phone on the bed before returning to the kitchen to prepare your meal and pour yourself a well-deserved beer. With your face still in the fridge, you hear the front door open and a familiar voice echo through the room with a simple "I'm home, I'm tired! "

You immediately know who it is and reply, "Welcome my darling, good to see you home, how was your day, are you hungry?"

Without answering, you see a young woman with red hair jumping onto the sofa. 

"Yuna, please take off your shoes before entering the house, and at least take off your jacket, it's quite warm in the house," you begin to reproach your only child.

"Daddy, please don't start, I've already lost my mind today with the girls, leave me alone!" the young woman cries in obvious annoyance.

The routine is back and you make the effort to take off her shoes while she is lying on her stomach on the sofa, you notice her outfit for the day, a black leather jacket hiding a nice white t-shirt and beige trousers, so you take the opportunity to complicate your princess. 

"That's a nice outfit, darling."

"Thank you," she replies, blushing.

You put the shoes down in the hallway next to yours and see her already absorbed in her phone, so you try to get the conversation going again:

"What happened to make my little Yuna so upset?" you say.

"I'm not 13 anymore, Dad, you can call me by my first name".

"Ah ah, sorry, Yuna".

"Those bitches stole my concept for the shoot, we had to choose a fruit and we had matching colour outfits, during the pre-shoot meeting we agreed and as luck would have it today they used their "maknae shoot last" rule and took my fruit!!! "

"Please don't shout, so what happened after that?" you try to calm her down.

"What do you think, I got to the shoot and all that was left were shitty concepts, seriously, who the fuck thinks it's sexy to have a lemon in the middle of a t-shirt, they're going to laugh so hard at me for the pictures, I'm so ashamed, I left right after the shoot," she says as she stands up and faces you.

You can see the sadness in her eyes and you want to hug her and tell her that everything will be fine, but now that she's looking at you, you realise that she probably forgot to take off the famous shirt and with great regret you put a big smile on your face, almost on the verge of tears.

"No, darling, I'm sure it's a great shirt," you reply with difficulty.

"PAPA!!!, WHY ARE YOU SNIGGERING?" the young idol cries before following your eyes to her T-shirt, her face falling as she finally realises the reason, you're so sorry, but the situation is really too funny.

As you wipe your eyes you see your princess's blood red eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks and she slaps you hard in the face "I FUCKING HATE YOU, JUST FUCKING DIE YOU AND MOM" before running into her room, 

For the second time in your life you feel that pain, the pain you feel when you hurt someone you love, just like your wife did 7 years ago. 

The pain on your cheek is almost non-existent, unlike the pain in your heart. You admit that Yuna has become very withdrawn since your wife's departure, and that your clumsiness with her has hurt her before, but never to this extent.

On the one hand, your authority has been challenged once again, and for the first time she's dared to raise a hand to you. On the other hand, there is a deep sadness that hurts you, but also makes you deeply regret your actions.

You hear your daughter's cries through the door and, with a feeble step, you knock on the door before entering.

"Baby....i'm so sorry" you see her lying on her bed, her head in her pillow, her crying stops when she raises her head and looks at you, her face is turned upside down, her make-up has run down her face. Seeing your child like that tears your heart out, even though you're responsible.

"Just go, just go like Mum, you don't even like me, do you? I'm ashamed of you, go and die," she said in a cold, mean tone.

"Baby... "Hearing these words from your little princess hurts and brings tears to your eyes, so you get down on your knees to continue your apology.

"Forgive me," you tell her as your tears begin to fall, Yuna continues to reject you and her words only drive nails into your feelings, you've surely done the irreparable and you decide to get up and leave her room.

You have ruined your last family relationship with the person who meant the most to you. 

"I'll bring you dinner later, just rest," you say in an emotionless tone as you grab the door handle to leave.

Your steps towards the living room are slow and your body heavy, only to suddenly hear someone running behind you, the door slamming against the wall, and feel your sweet daughter's body against your back as she tries to wrap her arms around you.

"PLEASE, DON'T LEAVE ME SORRY," the red one cries with all her hot tears.

You drop to your knees and take your only child in your arms and hold her close, her head is under your chin as she buries herself in your neck, you stroke her head with one hand while the other pats her back, her arms struggle to wrap around your waist but she clings tightly to you.

"I'm sorry darling, I'm sorry for everything, just let it go now, Daddy's here, I won't leave you, ever"

"Daddy, I'm sorry, I love you"

"I love you too, sweetheart"

You stay like this for many minutes before you plant a loving kiss on her forehead, a sign of your unconditional love for her. She's your treasure and the most important woman in your life.

Yuna's red eyes shine into yours and the young idol plants her lips on yours, the sensation is sweet and pleasant, you are morally in a dilemma, never in a million years would you have imagined kissing your daughter like this, but on the other hand you tell yourself that she's probably had too much rejection for today and is just trying to express her love for me. 

You allow your daughter to express her desires and she wraps her arms around your neck as you hold her kiss, her tongue meets yours in a first dance, the heat in the corridor rises as her body crashes against yours, you feel her small breasts against your chest and her perfume floods your nostrils.

"Yu..na," you try to stop her, tapping her shoulder as she literally tries to eat your lips.

The young idol slowly pulls back, leaving a trickle of drool between your two mouths. You see an incredibly sexy woman, her hair a mess, her breathing heavy and hot, her hands on your chest burning and her eyes devouring you like a hungry tigress.

"The redhead doesn't know what to say when she realises what she's done, her face turning scarlet as she rests her forehead on your shoulder.

"Don't worry, it's not your fault, are you tired?

She nods as you carry her to her room and tuck her into bed, one last kiss before sending your little princess off to dreamland.

"Good night, baby," you say to her as she seems to have gone far away.

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The night was harder than expected, and after a light dinner you went to bed with your head still full of the events of the evening, a flurry of emotions running through your body and mind, and faster than you could have imagined, the morning light appeared through your window.

It's almost 7am and you're getting ready for a long day. As soon as you wake up, your body starts to show its age and it takes you a long time to get dressed and get out of your room and into the kitchen. You decide on a quick, simple breakfast of fried egg and rice, and with this morning's appointment, you'll be ready to go in no time, having filled up on vitamins for the day despite your fatigue. As you prepare this, you hear Yuna's bedroom door open and see your daughter come into the kitchen, still wearing her white T-shirt, but her beige trousers have been replaced by blue shorts.

"Morning dad," she says shyly.

"Hi honey, no schedule today?"

"Not this morning," she replies quickly, shaking her head.

Neither of you seem comfortable with the conversation and you do your best to avoid meeting her gaze and vice versa. You discreetly exchange glances and smiles, the redhead in front of you is beautiful and you find yourself ogling her.

You continue to prepare breakfast, making sure you have enough for your daughter. The only exchange you've had since is asking her if she wants a coffee, which she refuses. You see her hovering around the table as if she wants to talk, then she finally gets up and goes behind your back to the fridge.

Then you look back over your shoulder, feel Yuna's embrace around your waist as she buries her face in your back, feel the warmth of her breath again and put your hands on hers.

"Are you all right, darling?"

"I'm sorry dad, my head has been on fire since yesterday, my body has been on fire since I saw you this morning, I just wanted to tell you that I love you very much," she answers as she places kisses on your spine.

You feel the tenderness of her lips on your skin as Yuna gently lifts your work shirt, you say nothing, letting your daughter express her feelings as Yuna's gentle attacks send electric shocks down your back.

"Please look at me," she says as she forces you to turn around, pulling you by your hips until your bottom is resting on the edge of the kitchen counter, face to face with your daughter, who is staring at you for the first time this morning.

Her eyes were trembling and she asked you in a soft, frightened voice: "Tell me you love me, Daddy", while she pressed her body against yours. You felt her soft breasts against your chest and she put her hands on the back of your neck. Your daughter brings her lips to yours, her eyes closed, waiting for you to confirm your feelings.

At this point your morality as a father is the only obstacle standing in the way of this relationship, your daughter may not realise it but it is an immoral relationship waiting to happen, your daughter is still looking for a way to fill the hole in her heart, the love of her members doesn't seem to be working for her and now she is relying on you, her father, to give her what she needs, it is a difficult choice but you are letting yourself be swallowed by the devil, your daughter's happiness is what matters.

You cupped her cheek with one hand before pressing your lips to hers as Yuna melted under the pressure of her emotions, you rediscovered the sensation of love and laid your daughter on the counter while maintaining the kiss.

Your daughter is now sitting on the worktop, the difference in height bringing her face level with yours, she grabs the back of your hair to pull you towards her, her legs wrapped around your hips, your lips still locked as your tongues meet again.

When the seal is finally broken, both your breaths are heavy and noisy, each under the hypnosis of its own pleasure, while your eyes are full of sparkles and plunge into each other's. Your princess's eyes shed small tears, which you hastily wipe away with your finger before giving her a long kiss on the forehead.

Daddy, my heart is going to explode,' she says as she takes your hand to her breast with her t-shirt, the feeling is even better than you had imagined, her small breasts are firm and pleasant to touch, as you gently knead her breasts, the young woman makes little moans that express the pleasure she is receiving.

"Yuna... do you like what Daddy is doing?"

She nods "I want to feel your hand on my skin," she replies as she takes both your hands and places them under her t-shirt, right on her breasts.

"Do you like my lemons daddy? squeeze them hard please" Yuna's sexy face and her words echo in your brain as your hands work on her juicy fruit.

The tension in the room rises and you place your mouth on her little lemon, which you have been kneading for a few minutes, you attack her nipple with your tongue while you suck, hoping to suck something, you alternate your hands, now covered with little red spots, your daughter moans with pleasure and prevents you from withdrawing.

"Daddy, suck on them, play with my little lemons that you love so much, they're yours".

All this excitement had made you hot and a knot had formed in your trousers. Your lips left her two Susson-marked mounds and now attacked her defenceless neck, licking it from bottom to top, following her carotid artery and planting long kisses under her jaw, making her tremble before she gently pushed you away.

"Dad, let me take care of you too, I've been feeling your lump on my leg for a while now".

Your daughter begins to unbuckle your belt, then your trousers, until she can finally see your underpants and cock. Then your daughter puts her hand on the front of your briefs to rub your cock, and you see her other hand go down her shorts, probably to check the state of her briefs.

"I'm soaking wet, keep playing with my tits and come and touch me down there while I take care of you".

Your daughter's hand reaches through your shorts and grabs your cock to stroke it gently, on your side you slide one of your hands up her thigh to her panties and rub her slit directly against her skin, she's wet and you can feel a small bush above her entrance, you wiggle your fingers up and down, taking the opportunity to go back and kiss your princess who moans at your actions.

Yuna's technique isn't the best, but who can blame her, the poor thing is fighting against her own body and the way she arched her back as you delicately knocked on her pussy door, freeing her lips from your kiss, the young idol expressed with volume what she was feeling,

♥Hmm....♥Ah....Papa, continue ♥Hmm, ah....♥

Your daughter's moans are like music to your ears and she quickly lets you know that her orgasm is coming as your fingers begin to penetrate her pussy from the inside, you feel little spasms running down her body and her pussy dripping with wetness, as you pull your fingers out you see the deception in her eyes before devouring her with your mouth, forcing her to let go of your cock in the process. 

Your cock is extremely hard after Yuna's work but your pleasure is not your priority as your tongue slides up and down your daughter's slit, her juices are delicious and you suck them in to capture the taste of her naughty hole in your memory. Her grip on your thin hair is powerful and she blocks your head with her legs as you finally hear the release.

"Daddy, I'm going to come, it's happening, da..." before she can finish her own sentence, stopped by her pleasure, Yuna comes all over your now wet face and falls onto her back on the worktop.

"Are you OK, sweetie?" you ask her, a little worried as she suddenly falls backwards, the pressure of her legs freeing you and you see a close-up of your daughter lying on her back in front of you, her face red and wrung out, her hair falling in the air on the other side of the table, her breasts exposed and marked by your many hickeys and her pretty pink pussy that you've just finished devouring.

You grab both her hands and pull her towards you so that she's at your full height, then you take her in your arms as if you were comforting a small child.

"You're so hard daddy, you can do it if you want to," she says with a little hesitation and tired eyes, then you notice that your cock is at the same height as her pussy.

The choice seems obvious but at the same time you don't want to take it lightly and spoil the moment, the lack of time and place is not what you want to give your princess who is offering herself to you so you shake your head in refusal then plant a long kiss on her lips.

"Not now baby, another time," you reply as you start to pull away from her, only to feel her hand holding you back.

"At least let me make you feel better, I want to make you feel better too," she says as she grabs your cock and starts to jerk it like before.

"Do you like it when I rub your naughty cock? Why does a father turn on his daughter so much?" Yuna tries to be provocative to arouse you, but the tone is off and her lack of experience is glaring, you just smile under your daughter's true words.

Your orgasm builds as Yuna experiments with your cock, trying to give you as much pleasure as possible. You put your hands on her tits again and play with them, which doesn't seem to bother her, far from it.

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"Daddy?"

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"Yes, sweetie?

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"You know ... if you want my lemons to give you their juice, you'll have to give me yours first," she said, pointing to her pussy.

The image crosses your mind, the image of a father and daughter kissing the fruit of their forbidden love, a father giving his love to his daughter and a daughter giving birth to that love, your excitement and shame explode as your cock comes to paint the lower part of your daughter's body, her pussy and thighs marked by your essence.

I'm sorry, I'll clean you up,' you say, looking for something to wipe your cum-filled daughter with.

"It's OK, I'll do it myself,' she says as she scoops up the white liquid and brings it to her mouth.

Any young man would have been revitalised to see such a beautiful woman collecting cum on her body, but your cock is now in a less than glorious state and you pull up your trousers, taking care to get dressed.

"It's almost time darling, I have to go," you tell her as you haven't eaten or slept well, it's going to be a long day.

"Wait," she replies as she approaches you, still naked, "don't forget my goodbye kiss," as she presses her lips hard against yours, then whispers, "we'll continue tonight, I love you.

Your body and mind may be in bad shape, but knowing your princess will be there for you tonight fills your heart with a feeling you've been missing.

Later, in your car on the way to work, you get a notification that someone you're following has just started a live stream, obviously it's Yuna, she's the only one you follow, you pick up the stream on the way, but enough to hear your daughter say

My favourite fruit? mhhhhhhhhhh that's a good question, I'll go with lemon, it's a sweet fruit like me and TMI, but my dad loves lemons'.

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[retroaria]

hey! I'm not really into nsfw stuff- sooo would you like to do something soft with reo? 😭 like, idk, him as a husband or father so with a family? THANK YOU SO MUCH 💗💗

✮⋆˙ domestic reo headcanons ✮⋆˙

a/n: this is so brain rotted i can’t even lie i think reo is just so easy to romanticize. pure fluff.

• | BLUE LOCK M.LIST | enjoy !! - aria 💜 | •

✮ I actually love this because i headcanon that reo would be a great dad :D at the very least he’d be extremely supportive of whatever his children wanted to do in their lives. He wouldn’t force them to follow in his footsteps like his father and he’d use whatever devices he could to ensure they can comfortably follow the path they choose.

✮ Would post about all his children’s accomplishments, or if you guys didn’t feel comfortable posting the kids he’d still take any chance to tell everyone about it - even his teammates who literally don’t care that his son got the highest score on the spelling test (they’re happy for him though). He secretly enjoys scrapbooking for his kids but they’re “your books” and he “just helps you with it sometimes”. (he’s the one who took almost all the pictures and saved every piece of paper his kid has ever drawn on)

✮ Reo is a charming husband, so charming and sweet it’s hard to be mad at him. He’s a bit lacking in cleaning/caretaking capabilities when it comes to the home but he puts in the effort??? He tries his best and if he does a bad job he always makes it up to you one way or another. In all honesty, he’s probably already hired people to do that (forgot this man is inheriting a multi millionaire dollar corporation).

✮ Reo is however very good at taking care of children. Once he has a clear grasp of their needs, he finds it to be really enjoyable and fulfilling. He takes a lot of pride in whatever happiness and comfort he can bring to his kids. He hates the sound of his babies crying, not because it’s annoying (though he complains about that too) but because it genuinely hurts his soul. He can be a bit too worrisome about it sometimes - he’s totally the type of person to look up his child’s symptoms and freak out over seeing all the worst case scenarios.

✮ The one thing that reo particularly excels at is taking care of you when you’re sick. He can always tell when you’re not feeling your best and he immediately harps on you. He doesn’t know how to cook very well but he knows how to make a few different kinds of warm foods to fill your stomach and give you a little energy. He’d absolutely refuse to stay away from you (unless it was a seriously contagious illness or if you guys had a baby that could’ve gotten sick). Doesn’t care if you’re sneezing and coughing and wheezing, he wants to feed you and hold you and kiss your hot head until it cools down and everything is better again. His goal is always to make sure you get better as soon as possible and won’t let you do anything but rest and relax until then.

✮ Reo is an incredible gift giver! I’ve certainly mentioned this in another hc post, but he is always out and about buying you little things that remind him of you. If you guys have a kid that’s just more gifts he’ll have to get and the thought of that honestly excites him.

✮ Anything can happen but…reo with a daughter…guys….

✮ he would be the sweetest girl dad! would do everything in his power to make her believe she’s an actual princess and he’s just one of her loyal servants. Spoils her rotten and doesn’t feel bad about it.

✮ You’d have to explain to him how this could negatively affect your daughter and it would break his heart. He’d go into theatrics trying to refute it because “What do you mean I can’t let her have everything she wants?” and “What if she cries? You want me to make my daughter cry?” he gets it eventually, but remains reluctant lol.

✮ He’d love playing sports with his kids. Would try to get them into soccer but if they end up liking another sport he’s still just as hype. Isn’t initially familiar with the concept of letting the kids win but soon realized he has to level with the speed of their little legs.

✮ I don’t have any specific hc’s for him as a boy dad but he’d be just as great of course - he’d make sure his son sees how women should be treated based on how he treats you!

✮ If he could find a way to make you the total world ruler he would because he truly believes you’re the most capable person. He’s the kind of husband who lets you run things for the most part but is always there to step in when you need a break or if you just want him by your side. Would call for an emergency flight back home from whatever country he’s training in just because you said you didn’t wanna go to parent teacher night alone.

✮ He loves doing mundane tasks with you, but always tries to “make it a bit more fun” as he says - which basically means he puts away the clothes you fold while you listen to him crack really bad jokes at you, gossip about his teammates, or try to sing and serenade you with his MANY playlists he’s made dedicated to you. On days you both have nothing going on he follows you around the house like a lost puppy, which is slightly annoying but it also means you have four hands to do stuff because he’s a participator above all else.

✮ Reo always makes sure to show his appreciation for how hard you work whether it’s at your job, taking care of the kids/house, or both. He takes time alone with you very seriously, even as your lives get busier and your family grows he always makes sure there’s time for the two of you to just be together and be in love. Always jokes about how you guys need to keep the romance going. He has small romantic gestures that he indulges you in throughout the day: kissing you on the cheek, brushing your hair out of your face/tying it back for you if you if you need (taking his hair tie out for you to use), hugging you a little tighter just before you get up, running a bath for the both of you, massaging your shoulders while you talk.

to be fully honest with you guys, i have never in my life wanted to have kids so it was a bit hard for me to imagine what being happy with children would be like LMAO but alas i did my best. stay safe and stay cool. - aria :3

[artsyannierose]

Catching Up (with an Umbrella) - Sonamy Fic

thanks @essycogany for the idea!!

Bright, green eyes peered over the windowsill, searching for their target in the overwhelmingly decorated cottage.

Target locked: in the kitchen

The intruder hops over the windowsill and lands on the wooden flooring without a sound, red shoes slowly inching further. Within the kitchen, the pink figure’s back remains turned while washing dishes in the sink and singing. The intruder creeps closer, gloved hands outstretched in front of him as he nears his target. Step by step, closer and closer…

”GOTCHA!!”

The shriek that pierced his ears was deserved honestly, as the dish Amy had been holding fell to the floor with a crash of broken glass. She whirled around in a frenzy of messy pink quills and a frazzled expression.

“Sonic! What the heck?!” Amy cried as she stared down at the hazardous minefield on her kitchen floor.

“Sorry Amy, my bad.” the blue hedgehog let go of her torso and shot her a guilty grin before dashing to her closet to snatch a broom and a dustpan. “Hang on, I’ll help you clean!”

”You better…you’re lucky that wasn’t one of my favorites,” Amy grumbled as she bent down to collect the larger shards. Sonic rapidly swept the floor clean and dumped the pieces in the trash, but an unamused glance from Amy stopped him in his tracks.

“What?” he asked.

”I hope you know that one sweep of broken glass doesn’t make it safe to walk around, right?” Amy raised an eyebrow at him. Sonic merely stared back at her, quizzical. “What do I do with you…?” Amy sighed, smiling fondly at her blue hero. “Grab a wet tissue for me, will you?”

”Yes ma’am,” Sonic saluted her before disappearing and reappearing in a flash with her request. Amy dabbed the floor, collecting the smaller pieces of broken glass still on the tiles before folding up the paper and handing to Sonic to discard. Amy’s fingers brushed against his briefly before he left to trash it.

It really didn’t matter how many times she held Sonic’s hand, just the mere idea of the physical contact of her hand with his was enough to awaken the butterflies in her stomach. She swooned as he returned, crouching to her level.

“So, is that all?” he asked her. “Are we done?”

”Um, one last thing,” Amy replied, a faint blush dusting her cheeks at the proximity. “Could you get the vacuum cleaner for me?” she asked him.

”Sure thing!” he winked at her and again dashed off. He returned not a millisecond later with the machine in hand, plugging in into a nearby outlet. Amy watched as he began to clean the last of the glass with the vacuum, doing a thorough job this time around.

It was funny how he pretty much knew where everything in her house was, just because he’d been here so many times by now. If Amy thought about it, his visits had become more and more frequent as of late. She never really had to direct him to anything; he knew her house just as well as she did. Of course, Sonic never officially called anywhere his home—that boy ran wherever he wished, his only master the wind that blows free—but if he had to say, his friends’ homes would be his choice. At least, Amy liked to think that he would perhaps call her his friends home…

”Alrighty, all done!” Sonic exclaimed, throwing a hand out to showcase his hard labor. Amy giggled and offered a light applause.

”My hero, whatever would I do without you?” She swooned, bringing the back of her hand to her forehead. “But you owe me an answer buddy. What the heck was that for?!”

”I said I was sorry! An innocent prank I swear!” Sonic’s quills stood up a bit as he tried to explain himself. Amy’s wrath could be scary, but fortunately this time she seemed more like she was just playing with him. “I…just stopped by to see the best hammer-wielder in the whole wide world?” he tried. That got crack of a smile from Amy.

“Nice save,” she smirked at him for a second, then turned into the purest grin you could find on a person. The hedgehog flung herself onto her companion, nuzzling her cheek against his with a giggle. Sonic faltered a bit, stumbling backward before resting his hand on her back.

”Hey there,” he laughed gently.

”Oh Sonic, I‘m happy to see you,” Amy beamed, not bothering to let go. To his credit though, Sonic allowed her to stay attached to him as long as she wanted (albeit a little flummoxedly), before she finally untangled herself from him. She didn’t let go of his arm though. “Though you couldn’t give me much of a heads up, hm?” She gestured at her unbrushed quills and pajamas. Realizing what a mess she was, Amy’s face turned the color of her namesake. “Wait let me at least go cha-“

”Nah it’s cool, I honestly was just wondering if you’d be up to make some chili dogs,” Sonic interrupted her. “I’ve been all over the world, but somehow your chili always hits the spot,” he grinned at her. “Plus, you look fine to me!”

“Of course you’d say that, I bet you barely brush your quills,” Amy rolled her eyes.

“Hey now, my quills don’t need brushing. The wind-tousled look adds to my charm, don’t you agree?” He ran a hand through his quills before smirking at her in way that nearly gave Amy an aneurysm.

Ignoring the obvious evidence of her massive crush on smug hedgehog written all over her face, Amy shoved her hand in his face, attempting to hide herself from his view. “At least Shadow understands the importance of proper quill maintenance,” she huffed, blowing her bangs out of her face. She stole a glance at Sonic’s face, and the sight caused an undignified snort to escape her lips.

He looked so offended.

“Shadow? Are you kidding me?? You’re telling me you prefer Shadow’s style over mine?” Sonic gasped dramatically, yanking Amy’s hand off his face and pulling it down near his chest.

“And what if I am?” Amy smiled sweetly at him, mockingly.

And then Amy found her back pressed against the wall, nose nearly touching her hero’s, all in the blink of an eye. Emerald eyes pierced her own, causing an explosion of color to flood her face.

“You really prefer Shadow’s style over mine?” he said with a much lower voice, a small smile dancing on his lips. Coherent words were unable to leave Amy’s mouth, while Sonic’s thoughts screamed at him to let her go, though he made no effort to move.

Amy pushed against his chest, creating distance between them.

“That’s…that’s cheating…” she mumbled, completely flushed red. Sonic merely snickered in response. He released the kabe-don, finally allowing Amy to breathe. She drew in a long inhale and exhale before turning to Sonic again.

“A-Anyway, about the chili, “ she attempted to change the subject, “I’m so sorry Sonic, but I have…a prior commitment today in about an hour.” Amy glanced at the clock, her ears wilting a little. “Speaking of which, I really should start getting ready. You’re welcome to stay of course, make yourself at home, but I’ll be gone till pretty much night time.”

”Oh…” Sonic hesitated for a moment. “Would you mind if I tagged along?”

”I…“ Amy was taken aback. Sonic wanted to come with her? She hadn’t even told him what she was doing…which unfortunately didn’t favor company. “Sorry Sonic, I’m really sorry but this is a thing with the owner of this new restaurant down the street—I was going to help him set up business! And I doubt you’d like to be swarmed as the main attraction for the first day, would you Sonic? And then on top of that I have so many errands to-”

”You know me scarily well,” Sonic admitted, wincing at the idea of being a viewing attraction for hours. “I get it, that’s fine, I guess I’ll just hang here for a bit.”

Amy’s brain stuttered for a moment. She was still getting used to this weird dynamic between her and Sonic. It was like they were kind of a couple without really putting a label as such. Not that she was complaining (Amy had been living on Cloud 9 for the past few months), but it felt so, so surreal. But it also felt so natural. She wouldn’t really have it any other way; it was still just Sonic and Amy being Sonic and Amy, except now Sonic and Amy were being Sonic and Amy with a quiet something.

“Yeah sure, stay as long as you like! Call me if you need anything—you know where the phone is,” Amy started to head into the bedroom. Sonic threw some finger guns at her before flopping onto her couch. Amy stifled a laugh with her hand before rushing upstairs.

Sonic rolled over, quills splayed in every different direction. He glanced around the living room, which was oddly put together despite the fact he’d showed up here unannounced. The only things out of place was a plate on the coffee table, fuzzy slippers on the floor, and an opened notepad on the table. Sonic wasn’t sure exactly what he planned to do here while Amy was gone, but all he knew was that he wanted to be around her.

Err—her cozy cottage, that is.

Sonic wasn’t entirely sure why he kept showing up at Amy’s place so often as of late, because he sure wasn’t such a regular visitor in the past. Something really shifted in him after the tumultuous adventure on the Starfall Islands, where Amy (along with Tails and Knuckles) were imprisoned by the cyber energy. Sonic didn’t think he’d ever been more unsure about the outcome of the future; he hadn’t been sure how to get his friends out of cyberspace completely, he hadn’t known what Eggman was planning, he hadn’t known if he would be able to survive the augmenting pain from the corruption in his body, despite how indefatigably stubborn he was. And he hated to admit it, but in the moment, he hadn’t been sure if he’d be able to talk with his friends normally again—talk with Amy again.

And boy did he do some serious introspection about that. He figured that he regretted not making up his mind sooner about how he felt about her. Up until then, he had tried to not dwell on it excessively, but the hours upon hours of sprinting around the tranquil island scenery with nothing but his swirling concerns left him with little else to do. He recalled sitting and watching the rain patter softly against the lush green grass and wishing for nothing more than for Amy to rest her chin on his head and joke about him never checking the day’s weather. She’d of course, be prepared with an umbrella just barely big enough for the both of them to squish under, but she’d offer it nonetheless.

It had accidentally become a thing for them, Amy randomly running across Sonic just chilling in the rain, only mildly annoyed that his fur was getting soaked. She’d scold him for being irresponsible and risking catching a cold while holding her umbrella over him instead. Sonic, for his part, snarked that she worried too much, but would hold the umbrella over the both of them.

The first time Amy had tried that, Sonic disliked the close proximity and chose to make a run for it instead. He did that a lot. He hadn't been fond of those strange, unfamiliar feelings bubbling up in his chest whenever she was around. Fear? Revulsion? Perturbation? Embarrassment? He could never quite put his finger on it, and to be honest he really hadn’t wanted to. All he knew was that running away from them at least stunted their growth, so that’s what he did. He wasn’t quite sure when it happened, but he didn’t really mind Amy’s exuberant affections anymore. He actually felt weird after she stopped instantly pouncing on him on sight, sometimes not even noticing him right away because she was so engrossed in her work. Of course he was immensely proud of her, of how she’d found her calling and her passions; heaven forbid he ever discourage her from them. But she was undeniably much busier now, so different from when her prime incentive was to keep up with him. One time, he even had to draw her attention to him that he’d been there a while and she hadn’t even bothered to say hi, and her simple reply was that she’d been preoccupied. She still hugged him rather frequently, yet Sonic found himself deciding that frequently wasn’t enough.

So perhaps, if he wanted her attention, he surmised that he was going to have to get it himself.

“Okayyy I’m donee~” sang the cause of his pondering, twirling out into the living room. She struck a cute little pose, clad in a collared button-up, paired with a pleated skirt in the same off-white shade. The gold accents on the front and sleeves gave her a professional look, as did the little black handbag thar she rested on her left arm. “What do you think?”

Sonic let out a low whistle before holding a thumbs up. “Ya look good Ames! Very chic,” he smiled at her. The beam she replied with practically lit up the room, cheeks dusted the loveliest shade of rosy pink.

“Well then, I suppose I’m off!” Amy unlocked the main door and stepped outside, heels clacking on the stone path in front of her house. She spun around and blew a kiss at the blue hedgehog still strewn across her couch. “Don’t miss me too much, my darling~”

She could’ve sworn his cheeks colored, just a tad, before he held up a finger heart at her. It was her turn to blush furiously, opening and closing her mouth much akin to a goldfish. With a final rush of blood to her face, she grasped the door handle in a hold that threatened to remold the metal.

“Bye,” she said intelligently, before slamming it shut.

She ambled down the path to her fence, taking a deep breath to return her face to her not-on-fire mode. She was fine. Sonic had just sent her a finger heart. No big deal. Just a finger heart.

The girlish, high-pitched, euphoric squealing reached Sonic’s ears all the way back inside. He chuckled to himself, imagining the way she was probably bouncing around and clutching her face.

He exhaled loudly, already bored. He didn’t plan to stay for long, and would likely return again only after Amy did. He hopped to his feet snd stretched a little, feeling his blood circulating again. His eyes landed on the open notebook in the table.

Now, far be it from Sonic to snoop through a lady’s personal belongings while she was away, but all that stained the pages was a simple sketch in pen of an umbrella, and to the left, a commendably accurate sketch of Sonic himself. He tentatively lifted the book to his face, observing her meticulous handiwork. Every detail was so on-point, and this opinion was in the eyes of the original himself. Sketch Sonic was looking to his side, eyes indicating that he was looking at something he liked a lot. One hand ran through his quills, as if trying to maintain his tousled style. He appeared so effortlessly handsome, entranced by something in the distance.

Sonic wondered if this was the way Amy saw him.

Or maybe…was this the way he looked at Amy?

His attention turned to the umbrella on the other page, a much more simple drawing. Just an umbrella with a heart on top. Amy’s name was written in Japanese, in a very over-the-top, swirly manner, underneath the umbrella on the left side. On the right, he could make out erased pencil scribbles resembling his own name in Japanese, in different positions and styles. Seems as if she had been trying to write his name in a way that matched hers, but couldn’t quite figure out how to make it work. He smiled, picking up the discarded pen and quickly scribbling underneath the umbrella on the right.

Perfect.

He bounced out the window, dashed off, and bounced right back in. He put the item he’d brought on top of the notebook, looking pleased with himself.

Then he left again, feeling the fresh spring breeze caressing his face as he raced across the sun-kissed landscape, the morning providing a beautiful landscape to embrace.

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Amy poked her head into the living room in the twilight rays streaming through the window, looking to see if Sonic had happened to stick around, or perhaps had fallen asleep. Upon seeing nothing but an empty couch, she stepped inside and closed the door behind her.

“Sonic?” she called out into the silence. Her only reply was the soft zooming of cars across the roads of the bustling city outside. She sighed and dropped her handbag on the coffee table before flopping onto the couch in exhaustion. She yanked off her shoes, tossing them haphazardly onto the floor. Her feet ached from the constant running around today, and she silently relished in the relief she felt in her heels.

Her gaze fell downward until it landed on the open notebook resting on the surface of the table. Amy’s back shot up straight, the mortifying realization dawning on her that this had been here since morning—all through Sonic’s visit. She snatched the book, identifying which drawings he might have seen.

“Oh shoot. Oh no no no…”

Amy drew Sonic a lot, but she was never quite fond of the way her sketches turned out. Something always felt off. Didn’t feel like her Sonic.

She squinted at the drawing on the paper, scrutinizing its minor errors. Had Sonic seen this? She hadn’t wanted to show him anything until she was satisfied with it.

Finally, her jade eyes drifted to the little umbrella. Amy recalled absent-mindedly doodling this a few hours before Sonic had arrived.

Except it was different now.

Her breath caught in her throat and her fingers just barely glazed the paper. A titter escaped her mouth as she hugged the book to her chest and squealed happily. Written underneath the umbrella on her side was, of course, her own name, but the addition of the signature of her beloved beneath the umbrella on the other side was what elicited her fangirling. Her sparkling eyes opened to find a resplendent, hot pink peony that she somehow managed to completely fail to notice, too enthralled in her own fantasies. She venerably picked it up, as if touching something sacred. Its vivid splendor characterized itself in its gorgeous rosy hued petals, certainly much deeper than Amy’s pastel fur.

She could practically feel Sonic’s emotions left behind by the blossom, like a warm embrace to her heart. She walked to her window, where a gentle night’s breeze kissed her cheeks. She took a deep breath, taking in the pleasant moment, as well as the sweet scent of the peony. Burying her nose within its petals, she gazed longingly at the silver jewel adorning the sky, casting its silver glimmer on the resting world below.

“…I love you, Sonic,” Amy mused, intending the sentiment to be between her and the moon. She smiled and planted a kiss onto her fingers, then sent it away to find her love.

Little did she know that her sweetheart wasn’t far at all—in fact, he’d been perched in a nearby tree, watching her every reaction to his gift. Somehow, he had felt that she was home while enjoying his run through the hills, and sure enough, when he returned, he arrived to see her pick up the notebook.

The second those words left her mouth, he smiled tenderly at her. She couldn’t see him, not through all the shrubbery (and definitely not with the way she was fixated on the moon). He watched her blow a kiss into the night, trying to reach him somehow. He held out his hand, pretending to catch it and brought it to his chest.

The last thing Amy glimpsed before heading inside to go to bed was an unnatural dust cloud, kicked up from a speedy take-off.

[lostintransist]

Seamstress | Part 8

Part one is found here. AO3

When John opens his eyes it is to a ceiling. That is his first indicator that something had truly changed.

He remembered bits of his last few weeks. His men had found him and pulled him from a gulag, an outdoor prison in northern Siberia. He had lost a lot of weight to simply keep warm enough to move breath. Turning his head with aching slowness he found the other side of your bed rumpled and still releasing heat.

“I’ve got him. I’m sorry I didn’t see your calls last night. John was at the door knocking and once I got him settled I couldn’t spare a thought for my phone.” Your voice shifts as if you are pacing in the hall. “Can you bring by some clothes and his toiletries?”

John rolls enough to rest his head where your smell remains the strongest, listening to you and his muppets plan on how to care for him while he heals. John knew he would need time to heal from this.

“When you get here can you stay long enough to help me get him washed up? I know he will feel more human with a little care.” A pause as you listen to whoever is on the other side of the line. “Yeah, I will ask him. See you soon.”

He would smile if his cheeks could contract with his face on the mattress. John had decided in Siberia that if you would have him he would marry you the moment he could stand for longer than ten minutes without needing a rest. You had mumbled to him in your sleep when your eyes could no longer stay open last night. Resting on your chest he felt the most tethered to his body and this planet he had since he had been taken.

The door opens on silent hinges. You find him instantly with his face pressed into the mattress. He hears you moving but doesn’t shift yet, waiting to see how you would react. Two fingers touched his pinky. As that had not been what he expected John pushed up with one arm to look at you.

Kneeling by the bed, chin resting on the edge you watched him.

When he caught your gaze you smiled at him so gently he felt a knot of emotion loosen ever so slightly in his chest.

“Hi, John. Can you stand?”

“Yes.” His voice sounded damaged even to his ears.

“Alright, let’s go brush your teeth then and get you some breakfast. One of your guys will be coming over soon with clothes and to help you in the shower. I have just two questions for you about all of this okay?”

John braces for a question that will turn over pain, memories wriggling like worms in the warmer soil of home.

“First question, do you want eggs, bacon, and toast or oatmeal for breakfast?”

He blinked at you. The words should have all made sense in that order but they didn’t. You wanted to know what he wanted to eat?

“Oatmeal,” he creaked.

“Wonderful, I have fresh fruit and jams and syrups. Now second question.”

He braced again.

“Your Lieutenants would like to know how you got off base. Can you tell me?” You look at him with such concern, as if you were worried he did something that might hurt him further.

The broken laugh hurt his throat. It caused his chest to ache with unshed tears as well. You rubbed a hand over his wild hair as his laughs morphed into tears. When he had cried himself out, a wet spot on your bed and your eyes glistening as well he told you.

“I got to my desk, pulled out my emergency cash, and walked out.”

“You just walked out?” The incredulous look you give him warms him. Even frostbitten and thin you stare at him as if he could hang the stars for you.

“Yeah, waved by to the guards as I passed and waited for my cab.”

You stood on your knees pressing your forehead to his.

“I’m so glad you made it back to me,” you whispered, a single tear falling to his wet spot on the sheets.

“I fought,” he whispered back.

“And you made it. Now I won’t kiss you until you have clean teeth.” You send him a big, bright smile. “Up you pop. If you’re stable on your feet I will leave you in the bathroom and get our oatmeal started.”

To his chagrin, John was stable on his feet. He didn’t trust himself to not actually fall over if he faked it so he let you lead him to the closed lid of the toilet seat, hand him a new toothbrush, and slid from his view. The comforting sounds from the kitchen slid through the space. With his mouth clean he did feel more human like you said he would. Keeping a hand on a wall John made his way into your eat-in kitchen, the bright space warmed him from the inside out with bright colors and thriving plants on the counter.

The instant you heard him you turned and pulled him into your arms. You feel like home. He holds you until the oatmeal begins to bubble. Twisting in his arms you turn off the stove and try to move to get some bowls.

“John. You need a shower, one of your guys will be here soon to help you wash. You are already shaking. Go and sit down.”

He takes the command, getting a small thrill of you telling him what to do. You serve him up as much as he will eat and by the time Roach arrives, John is falling asleep at the table. He gives John a gentle hand and helps him in and out of the tub leaving John feeling cleaner than even the time his grandmother had washed him and stripped a layer of skin from him. Roach settles him into bed with only a pair of boxers, John’s preference of sleeping wear when given the chance and John is asleep before he is fully covered with the blankets.

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That’s how your relationship officially starts with John you think, with him sinking into your bed in the middle of the night after escaping unspeakable horrors. He recovers day by day. His men visit and often spend the night on the couch. They loved him and wanted to see for themselves that he had put on weight and started smiling again.

The day he went back to work again he came home early to take you on a proper date. He wore his Christmas suit and you wore your New Year’s dress. John told you he had informed all of his muppets to stay away tonight, and that he would shoot anyone who tried to crash your date.

You weren’t worried. You were almost positive that he wouldn’t shoot to kill. But you had also gone ahead and texted the guys that if any of them appeared at your flat tonight then you would personally take in all of their pants a centimeter at a time until they busted through seams like the Kool-Aid man through a wall. They had all gotten the message.

Part 7 | Part 9

Seamstress Masterlist | Masterlist

[mondaymelon]

OMGGG what about the tall genshin men reacting when u suddenly distance urself from them, but they dont know its bc of something they said? feel free to edit n modify this as much as ud like :3

₊˚ෆ "𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓, 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄…" | diluc, childe, kaveh x gn!reader

art by @/kongqingkoqi on twitter! (not too sure on who you meant by tall characters, so i just chose a couple males with the tall model~ thank you for your request!)

— cw: angst + comfort ? injury (diluc), ngl reader is kinda a bitch in childe's but it was the only way i thought up of of making the situation work so. lmao. cries

[ Perhaps it was the winter cold that had bit him so, or perhaps it was merely a gloom that had briefly descended upon him. Either way, an unfortunate slip of the tongue has wounded you, yet they themselves remain unaware. ]

"Love?"

DILUC's eyes are round with worry, and his concerned gaze sweeps over you - from your crestfallen form, and then to your eyes that shy away from his. Ever since he had returned to the estate after being out of business since morning, you've been avoiding him, not wishing to speak a single word to his self and not even bothering to spare him a fleeting glance.

At first, it was bearable. Perhaps you just had had a long day and wanted some alone time, no? It was always a possibility, that is, until he saw your smiling self as you busied yourself in chatting away with the maids, and most importantly, that brother of his.

What had he done to warrant such treatment? You loved him, that he was sure of. Otherwise, you would've rejected him, wouldn't you? You wouldn't have let him take your hand and bring it to his lips ever so slowly, pressing a kiss into your knuckles?

"Love, I... I'm sorry. Please, tell me what I did wrong." His voice contains a shred of his desperation, and his crimson eyes only hold you in their gaze. You, who had broken past his carefully crafted walls and rekindled the flame that had long since been extinguished within his heart. "If it's something I did, if it's something I said-"

“Diluc, you…” Your quiet voice ebbs to silence as your eyes glance away, landing on everything except for the red-haired man before you, whose broad shoulders give the slightest tremor. The darkness in your expression, the displayed hurt… Ah.

Diluc’s weary mind raced, recollecting the hasty conversation from this morning, when dawn had yet to break and he had arrived home, coat blazing, skin littered in bruises and still-bleeding cuts. You had rushed out of your bedroom, still in your night garments, panicking over the wounds that covered his body and the red that blackened his already dark clothes. In a strained voice, eyes wide and frantic, you had called for the maids, only for Diluc to forcibly shush you, steadying himself on shaky legs.

“Love, what happened, what were you doing and how did-??”

“It doesn’t concern you.” His tone is low, tired. “Stay out of this, you won’t be able to offer any assistance anyhow.”

Begrudgingly, the man recalled his absolute exhaustion, having just returned after a bloody night of battling monsters, muscles sore and crying for relief. There was no need for your concern, his cuts would mend and his wounds would heal. Yet he hadn’t meant for his words to come out so harsh, for his tongue to pierce you in the way it had.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't in my right mind when I said that- I just... I just didn't want you to be hurt also... If I'm injured, those wounds will fade with time, but I.."

His words trail off, replaced with your silence - a voiceless agreement, one that Diluc takes as an answer. Holding both your hands in his gloved ones, it's somehow easy to feel his fiery warmth despite his cold demeanor. Cold... was it really so? The male's eyes shone, and then you were in his arms, tightly intertwined.

"..I don't know what I would do if harm were to befell you, love..."₊˚ෆ

"Love!"

CHILDE's playful smile fades at its corners as you walk past him, the way you're failing to even acknowledge his presence painfully apparent. "Hah... what's with you today?" Another absence of a response. You dash your way out of his sight, and he's left alone in the dark living room, a half-smile still on his features. The fuck?

Okay, maybe it was just one of those days. There had been several since the start of the relationship, and the harbinger offered his utmost understanding. Sometimes people just felt like shit, and didn't feel like doing shit, and he could understand that to some extent.

There, mystery solved, yeah? Ah, but just one problem, how come you had been completely fine just an hour before? He had the day off, and so did you, so there was a mutual agreement to just stay home and laze about in one another's presence - yet it was only nearing lunchtime and you had already given him the cold shoulder? For what..? You hadn't even gone outside or did anything today-

Oh. Then he had to have been the problem. He raps his knuckles on your bedroom door, but it's really his bedroom too, and is bold enough to poke his head through the frame without waiting for your confirmation, a hesitant grin decorating his lips. "Love, I'm sorry- for ah... whatever you disliked...?"

You're sat at your desk, weariness evident in your darkened eyes. "Childe, do you find me someone who needs to be protected?"

He blinks. "...What?"

"Childe, do you really just want to spend the entire day lying around?" Snapping your fingers, your eyes lit up with sparkles. "We should go to a cafe or something for lunch, maybe, and then-"

"Why through go all the effort? We're staying home because I thought you wanted to, aren't we?"

"Not to that extent Childe... if you were with friends, what would you be doing? Not sitting on the couch all day, I hope?" A sheepish smile crossed your face.

"Hmm.. friends... I suppose we'd duel...?"

"Then-"

"Nope, no way am I dueling with you, you're way too weak, love, that's why I gotta protect you, hm?"

He immediately shakes his head at your words, almost frantic. "W- No, I didn't mean it in that way, love. You're capable, it's just that... Well- you don't have a vision, or a weapon, or-"

"Childe." Not your usual 'love', a bright smile on your lips, and he flinches just the slightest at the sight. "We're in a relationship. I don't want to be in a give all take all relation, you know? I.. I want to be independent, I want you to rely on me sometimes too... I just feel like sometimes I'm just such a burden to you and-"

"A burden?" His eyes widen, features instantly shadowing with disbelief at your words.

You, a burden? Such a thing couldn't possibly be. The warmth that you had granted him, the delicate arms that had held him in its hold, the lips that had whispered such affections and pressed kisses on his skin-

"No, love. You are not a burden, not when you are someone who makes life worth living." ₊˚ෆ

"Love...?"

KAVEH's in instant full blown panic mode, the dark bags under his eyes especially evident with how wide they've grown. "H-Hey, are you okay?" Of course, something wasn't okay - otherwise, why would you be ignoring him like this? But his sleepless mind has grown frantic, and he's desperate for relief. His hand latches onto yours before you can disappear into another room, holding onto your wrist loosely enough to not seem forceful. "Ah..."

He'd moved without thinking, almost as if on instinct, and now that you had glanced back with something colder in your gaze, that same urge told him not to let go. "I, I'm sorry!" For what exactly, he wouldn't even be able to tell a soul, yet the words seemed to have done the trick, as your feet pause in the middle of a step away from him, hesitance clear in your expression.

"For what, Kaveh?"

Shit, he's fucked. This was it, all the all nighters and hours of laborious planning and calculations had led to this one moment... His mind was spurred into action as his mouth sputtered useless stutters and... oh, could it be?

"Kaveh, you should go to sleep, it's already so late, and you haven't gotten a good rest in days, love..." Your concerned tone rang clearly in his ears, but he shook the words away, his disheveled form only focusing on the work before him, the endless tasks he had yet to complete.

"No, I... I can't. Love, could you brew me a cup of coffee, the extra strong kind? Thank you..." He gave his sleepy eyes a rub, completely missing the look that had flitted across your face in that moment.

Your sigh invades his flashbacks, and you look completely done with him, brows furrowed a fraction and lips drawn into a thin line. "Kaveh, please, for the love of the archons, take some better care of yourself."

"...Ah?"

Suddenly, your tone had shifted in the span of a half second, and instead of the angry gaze he had expected, it was more so... scolding. Concern. "Close that jaw of yours, Kaveh, how come you look so surprised? I've told you this time and time again, you need rest!"

An accusing finger was pointed in his direction, the bearer someone he was certainly very familiar with. "Well, it's a big project, I have to finish it by next week and there's barely any time, so I need to-"

"-And how can you possibly plan on functioning if you haven't gotten any sleep?"

Curses, a valid argument. Kaveh slowly held up his empty hands in defeat, chuckling sheepishly. So this was about him, and not you? Thank the archons, for a second he had thought he had messed up big time-

"That look of yours, you better not be thinking what I think you're thinking! And, besides..." You glanced at the ground, as if suddenly reluctant to speak another word. "I was waiting for you so we could sleep together..."

...An angel? Was that who was before him?

"I-I'm sorry... I promise I'll take better care of myself and... you won't have to wait for me, tonight. I'll turn in early, love." ₊˚ෆ

(a/n) not all that proud of this one. but here. sigh

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[ssokkasmoon]

THEM AS FIRST TIME DADS (headcanons)~

(All characters are aged up)

Wants to experience everything - being in the delivery room, doing diaper changes and late night feedings.

Absolutely smitten with his new baby boy. Can't stop kissing those little cheeks and commenting on how perfect he is. Wants to hold him all the time.

Takes more pictures and videos than you .

Struggles more with the crying/late nights at first. Gets frustrated when he can't soothe the baby right away. You have to remind him to stay calm.

Changes any dirty diapers without complaint. Wants to do his fair share of the work.

Worries constantly but tries not to show it. Always scared of dropping the baby or not supporting his neck right.

Crying every time the baby learns to roll over, sit up, crawl etc. So proud of his growth.

An extremely affectionate dad. Always telling his son he loves him.

Goes a bit overboard on baby toys. Wants to give him the best of everything.

Ultimately the best, most attentive dad.

He's absolutely smitten with his baby boy from the moment he's born. When he first holds his son in his arms, he can't stop the happy tears from falling.

He's a affectionate father. The baby is rarely out of his arms when he's home.

He takes countless photos and videos, proudly sharing each milestone with friends and family. His phone is stuffed full of baby pictures.

Bolin gets nervous when the baby cries inconsolably. He tries everything to soothe his son but gets anxious when he can't seem to calm him. You reassure him he's doing perfectly fine as a dad.

he adores showing off his son to admiring strangers and basking in their compliments of what a handsome boy he is.

Father-son dates to the park or zoo become the highlight of Bolin's weekends. He wants to make special memories with his little man.

Being a father has changed Bolin for the better.

He's absolutely terrified but tries not to show it. As the due date gets closer he gets more anxious and protective.

As soon as the baby is born, his tough facade completely melts away.

He's ridiculously gentle and attentive when caring for the baby.

Loves giving her Eskimo kisses and cuddling. Refuses to let anyone but you hold her for the first few weeks.

Almost never puts her down, afraid something will happen if she's not in his arms. Calms instantly when holding her.

Gets up for every late night feeding and diaper change without complaining.

Always encourages you to rest.

Posts cute dad photos but remains protective of her privacy.

Completely spoils her but also aims to teach toughness. Wants to raise a "daddy's girl."

Still afraid to mess up but is a natural born daddy.

He's completely in awe of you during the entire pregnancy.

Nervous but excited for the birth. Cries when your daughter is placed on your chest for the first time.

Absolutely infatuated with his little girl. Spends hours just gazing at her perfect little face in complete wonder.

Takes countless photos to document her growth.

Extremely protective but also gentle father.

Loves late night feedings and diaper changes so he has alone time with his daughter.

Big softie. Can't bring himself to be stern as she gets older. Allows her to get away with murder with her cute smiles and giggles. Completely wrapped around her little finger.

Ultimate girl dad. Princesses and stuffed animals everywhere in their home.

Absolutely terrified but trying not to show it. Puts on a brave face for you but is secretly worried he'll screw things up.

Reads every book and article he can find on infant care, Wants to be the best dad possible.

As the twins are born he's completely enthralled and in love.

Constantly holding, feeding, changing and playing with the babies. Never wants to put them down.

Takes countless photos and videos so he can capture every moment.

A bit of a protective. Gets anxious any time someone else holds the twins for too long.

Never complains about late night feedings, Will get up with them without hesitation so you can rest.

Explores "Daddy's little girl" bonding time with his daughter. Total pushover who can't say no to her.

Teaches his son all about , tools, sports and "manly" things(whatever). Already planning father-son trips.

Calmer and more tender than anyone thought he'd be. Has really come into his role as a nurturing caregiver.

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[rekino2114]

Okay, I like so much "Yoru introducing fami to her boyfriend". Like, seriously. So I was wondering if you would have Yoru and Fami defending their love after that encounter? Or how would each of them propose marriage separately?

The horsemen girls proposing to you

A/n:this was requested before the reveal so I know that by fami this anon meant death but I decided to throw in real fami as well to do all of the horsemen since I already did makima here

Also I put asa with yoru cause it's kinda hard to write them separately

Yoru + asa mitaka

Their love for you was one of the few things asa and yoru could 100% agree on, and getting married with you was an obvious choice to the both of them when they got older, You loved them and they loved you after all

How to propose to you, however, was a matter of discussion, asa wanted a small and intimate proposal at your home after a cozy date and meanwhile yoru's first idea was to write "will you marry me?" In blood inside of a circle of human bodies

In the end, asa convinced yoru of how much of a bad idea that was, so the war devil reluctantly agreed with her idea, which resulted in asa having to work way too much to earn enough money for a ring

Trying to hide the reason why she was working so much was the hardest part for her, asa hated lying to you and yoru did too even if she wouldn't admit it, but they both knew it would be worth it once you would have said yes and you would be happy forever

On the day itself asa started by bringing you to a cafe for breakfast then the two(?) brought you to watch a movie (a war one on yoru's request) and they finished by bathing together with you to help you relax

"Today was a great day, thanks"

"Hm? Oh its nothing"

"No seriously, you did so much for me, it was great, I was worried I forgot a special date or something"

".......you didn't....but I hope you won't from now on"

"Huh?"

Without warning asa got off the couch and on one knee, you gasped when you saw her take a small black box out of her pocket

"Y/n, you make my life worth living, that's the best way I can put it. Before I met you my life was full of misfortune and pain and I fell into despair so many times with no one being there to help me get out of it......until you came into it. You helped me when I was at my lowest points and never judged me when I cried or gave up, you made me smile again despite everything and I cannot thank you enough for that. I love you and cannot imagine my life without you now.....so w-will you marry me?"

When the shock lessened you started tearing up a bit and were about to answer enthusiastically before asa stopped you

"W-wait don't answer yet"

"....what?"

"There's something else"

'Come on yoru it's your turn, don't screw this up'

"Why do you think I will?"

'Just do it, it's already embarrassing like this'

"......yeah"

You saw asa's head drop as she feel unconscious but somehow remained on one knee, when she raised her head you saw the scars and horsemen eyes were there

"Yoru? You too?"

".......do you want to marry me?"

"THAT'S IT!?"

"You know I'm not good with sentimental cheesy stuff"

"I don't care, this is our marriage proposal, think of something!"

Yoru got angry at asa but sighed before looking at you

"I love you, I know that's kind of a low bar if I'm asking you to marry me but......I'm a devil, the war horseman of apocalypse nonetheless I'm a being literally made to enjoy humanity's suffering and bloodshed...but I love you, it's weird that I can even recognize that much less ask you to spend my life with you, but I don't care, if you were to die I think I'd slaughter every other human indiscriminately but for now I think I prefer staying with you....forever, if this is love......then I never want to stop feeling it"

"........w-wow that was......great"

"I just said what I was thinking, it's nothing special"

"I do"

The two girls were lost in their conversations and they forgot you even had to answer but your response relieved them of a tension they didn't know they had

"Of course I want to marry you, both of you"

Asa, who had taken control of the body, smiled and put the ring on you

"So do I have to buy 2 rings for you now?"

"O-oh no please don't, one is fine"

"......I kinda don't wanna share a ring with you though"

"...shut up"

You hugged asa and kissed her, her kiss was as soft and gentle as always then yoru took over and it became much more aggressive and sensual but still very enjoyable

You stopped and looked back at them, even if you couldn't see her you knew yoru was smiling just as much as her host in that moment

"....I love you so much"

"....we do too, so so much"

Fami

A/n:sidenote but it was hard finding good pictures of her because whenever I searched for fami icons death showed up and the same when i searched death devil icons which I guess makes sense but I feel bad for my girl

Fami knew she wanted to spend forever with you ever since she found out she didn't want to "save" you. You were special to her and completely changed her view on humanity and salvation so keep living happily with you was her main life objective now

However she still hesitated on actually proposing for two reasons: the first one was that she thought she should have waited for you to do it or at least bring it up as she didn't want to surprise you too much, she wanted you to be ready too after all. But when the years passed and you still didn't say anything the second reason started manifesting itself:......did you not want to marry her?

Fami is an incredibly anxious woman, so the moment she started thinking that it was impossible for that thought to get out of her mind. She knew you loved her. All of the times you comforted her about it made it obvious, but maybe you just didn't believe in marriage, and if she started bringing that up, then maybe you would have thought she was going too fast and dumped her. Obviously, she was wrong as you would have never left her but she couldn't see that at the moment

After talking with her sisters, death especially, who reassured her and told her about their own experiences with their lovers, fami gained the determination to do what she wanted to do for so much time, propose to the love of her life

On a seemingly normal evening fami asked you to take a walk in a park she liked for no real reason as you put it so you happily agreed

"The scenery looks beautiful at night"

When your girlfriend didn't say anything you looked back at her and saw she was biting her fingers and sweating profusely

'Alright fami don't freak out, you can do it don't freak out'

"Are you alright fami? You look more nervous than usual......and that's saying something"

"A-ah n-no it's t-totally fine"

"......are you sure? You know you can tell me anything"

You put your hand on her cheek as she blushed, the moonlight reflecting on her ringed eyes and white hair

"........y/n......"

You were so thoughtful and cared so much about her, in that moment fami knew what she had to do

The famine devil got on one knee causing you to gasp

"F-fami-"

However, before she could fully get into position, she tripped on a rock and was about to fall on the ground, but you caught her in time, making her blush even more

"A-are you ok?"

".....WILL YOU MARRY ME?"

"H-huh?"

Fami yelped and got out of your grip before adjusting herself ans starting to tear up

"A-ah no, I had a whole speech prepared and I ruined it s-sorry I-i meant ah-"

"Calm down fami, take a deep breath and say whatever you want"

The white haired devil blushed once more and breathed like you told her so before getting on one knee again and grabbing the ring box from her pocket

"I love you y/n, you make feel so cared for and loved, i-i think I only felt like this with my sisters before but the love I feel with you is way stronger. If I were to kill you like I did with the humans before I met you.......I don't think I'd ever forgive myself. I want you to live because I want to live with you forever, you make me smile and cry of happiness like no one ever did before, I love you so much so p-please.......w-will you marry me?"

Fami closed her eyes scared of your reaction but opened them again when she felt you take the ring and place it on your finger

"Of course I will"

"A-ah r-really?"

"Yes, I want to spend my life with you too"

She smiled and immediately hugged you while muttering thank you over and over again, when she stopped you hugged her back and whispered in her ear

"You said kill"

"H-huh?"

"You said you killed those humans instead of saving them"

"I-i guess I did.....yeah"

Fami didn't even realize she said that, she just said what felt right in that moment but that was another confirmation that she made the right choice not only a few seconds ago but in all these years she spent with you

"........thank you......I don't know what else to say except thank you so much y/n....I...love you"

Death/ (d) fami

Death actually wasn't fully aware of the concept of marriage before. Sure, she knew humans formed bonds of love and spent their lives together which was exactly what she wanted to do with you but it was only after she talked with control who was already married that she found out she could be more than just your girlfriend

So marriage instantly became the next thing on her mind. She asked her younger sister for all of the details that marriage entailed and found out she needed to propose so she got ready for that

Getting enough money for the ring was actually pretty easy she just went around oneshotting random devils and then showed up to her sister (not even bothering to clean the blood) and demanded money for killing devils, makima didn't want to tell her that's not how being a devil hunter works because she was more than happy to give money to her sister to help her propose

There was really only one way death was ever going to propose and it was obviously at a restaurant. One day, she told you she got you reservations for a very fancy restaurant, you were surprised by that cause she usually prefers fast food but you never complained about going on a date with her (even if you kinda deadpanned seeing her in a very fancy place wearing her school uniform)

She considered hiding the ring in your food but realized that you could choke so she quickly abandoned the idea, instead she simply ate like normal and waited for you to finish your dessert

"Thanks again for bringing me here, it was great"

"It's nothing, I just wanted to make this special"

"Hm? Why?"

"For this"

Your eyes widened seeing death crouch and get on one knee

"A-are you seriously-"

She silenced you by taking the ring box and opening it revealing a beautiful shining jewel, and starting her speech

".....y/n....sometimes I don't think you fully understand just how much I love you, so I'm going to try to put it into words even if I still don't think that won't explain it fully. I love you more than anything in this world and in hell, more than food, more than my sisters, and more than anything else I could ever imagine. You are the light of my life, the person who I want to spend eternity with and who I will protect from everything, devils humans and whatever else may want to hurt you, I will kill it. I won't even let what I represent do us part because my love for you is completely limitless......so will you marry me?"

Even if that entire speech was spoken with death's usual emotionless tone, you could tell everything she said was true and the most sincere words she could have ever spoken so you had no doubts when you answered

"Yes, I do"

The moment you said that you saw death's face morph into a small smile that you loved seeing

"....thank you"

She put the ring on your finger and kissed you passionately while hugging you. Death loved kissing you mostly because she loved your taste but especially on this occasion because she could feel all the love you had for each other in that kiss

You pulled back and continued staring into her beautiful pink eyes as death smiled at you

"I love you so much death"

"....me too.....I'm so glad I met you"

[rickyriceinator]

BLUE LOCK CHARACTERS AS PET OWNERS

(Part One)

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Rin Itoshi:

Owns two male blue and white budgies (parakeets). He originally wanted an owl, but his parents refused to get him one.

The only books he cracks open that aren’t about English are about caring for parakeets (he is a bird connoisseur, but don't let him catch you calling him that).

He’s so gentle when it comes to caring for his budgies. He wakes up early to go to the farmers’ market so his birds can eat fresh fruits and vegetables. Their cage (which takes up half of his room ) has a UV lamp, a heated perch, a ton of branches, and a miniature bird bath that he built himself.

Literally only talks to his birds (they’re basically his emotional support). The budgies are the only ones who know about the fight that happened between him and Sae.

Sae Itoshi:

Owns a goldfish. Shidou won the fish from a stall at a festival, and somehow, the goldfish is still clinging to life even though it’s been almost a year since it was gifted to Sae.

Bought a huge tank ($2599 124Gal Black Fish Tank). The tank is stocked up well, with plants, a heater, a light strip, lots of structures and rocks, but it’s a bit unnerving to see a singular goldfish swimming in a humongous tank.

He treats the fish like it’s human because he’s unsure what the “proper” attitude towards a pet fish is. When he bumps into its tank, he’ll apologize, and when he’s feeding it, he will talk to it (like people talk to their plants). Sometimes, he’ll just stare blankly into the tank as if contemplating the meaning of life.

He’s considering getting a second fish or maybe some other aquatic animals. Shidou did say that fish are social creatures, but how true his words are remains unknown.

Ryusei Shidou:

He owns a common boa snake. It’s honestly a bit of a mystery how he acquired such a specimen when he was only ten…

Loves scaring people with the snake. He’s banned from his neighborhood park and several stores because he used to bring the snake around in hopes of frightening an unfortunate soul.

Loves feeding time because he thinks it’s so cool watching his snake devouring its prey. He and Rin have beef because Shidou mentioned feeding his snake birds before.

Listens to lots of music with the snake. When he was in middle school and high school, he’d host Spotify streaming parties just with him and the snake. He even bought a boombox just so they could listen to music together.

Michael Kaiser:

Owns a Rottweiler with either a pompous name (like Maximillian) or an ultra menacing one (like Killer).

His dog wears a custom luxury dog collar, which is the dog equivalent of haute couture. The collar is studded with jewels and sports a huge blue rose, so Kaiser and the dog match.

He refuses to feed his dog anything that isn’t 100% organic and prime grade. He imports animal products from other countries and incorporates like 1000 different vitamins and pills in the dog’s meal. (The dog eats like one of those dogs on Tiktok– raw meat, random animal parts, and lots of broth/stock.)

He’s the dog owner version of boy moms, seizing every opportunity to brag and one up the other dog owners and their dogs (he’s caught heat on social media for this).

Alexis Ness:

Harry Potter is why he owns a brown tabby cat and a frog. His parents got him the frog because they thought he wanted to dissect it for an experiment (he didn’t, he just cried instead), and he found the cat behind the dumpster of his parents’ lab when he was in middle school.

The BM dorms don’t allow pets (frogs aren’t technically pets), so he had to leave his cat at home. He’s very anxious about the well-being of his cat, and so he often Facetimes home to check up on it (his parents are tired of him). He also has one of the roombas with cameras so he can keep tabs on the cat.

Gushes over his frog. He thinks it’s the cutest thing in the world when it’s not– Kaiser’s told him as much before, but Ness just thought he was in a mood.

The cat has tried to eat the frog several times before. Ness has to place the frog’s enclosure on a shelf with a door so the cat can’t get to it.

Oliver Aiku:

Owns one of those little white crusty dogs.

The dog is a jumpscare whenever he brings people home. It just silently totters out of the shadows and stares blankly at them.

A face only a mother could love ahh dog (it’s a childhood pet and 3/4th of the way to death’s door, but Oliver still cherishes it regardless).

He knows the dog doesn’t have much time left, so he dedicates a lot of attention to it. Aiku has to pay extra attention to what he feeds his dog because it’s so old, and he often cooks for his dog when he’s at home.

Yoichi Isagi:

His parents bought him two golden retrievers as a middle school graduation gift, and their names are Noel and Noa.

The dogs fit well into Isagi’s active lifestyle. He constantly takes them outside on walks, hikes, and even to his soccer games. Because of this, many of Isagi’s teammates and neighbors are familiar with the dogs and like them.

He’s tried teaching Noel and Noa how to receive soccer balls, but so far his attempts have been futile. However, overall the dogs well mannered and clever. They don’t bark at other animals, don’t leap at people, and know a handful of tricks.

Isagi feeds the dogs under the dining table when his parents aren’t paying attention, and whenever his mom cooks, she specifically sets aside a portion for Isagi’s dogs. His dogs love chicken bone broth the most.

Shuuto Sendou:

Owns a sleek calico lady cat, and the original reason he got her was because he thought it would help him bag a baddie.

The cat is literally his pretty princess and super spoiled (because Sendou folds so fast when it comes to his cat). She only eats a certain brand of wet food, refuses to sleep anywhere isn’t his bed, and when she’s upset, Sendou must drop everything he’s doing and pet her.

The cat’s grown on him a lot, and when he’s not talking about girls, he’s gushing about his cat. He’s constantly bombarding the groupchats with her pictures/videos and showing them to his teammates (his teammates are tired of him).

He takes a ton of pictures and videos of his cat (even if she’s doing the most minute things like eating) and uploads them to his socials. He has an Instagram highlight dedicated to his calico kitty, and he secretly hopes a cute girl will see them and slide into his DMs.

Shoei Barou:

He seems like the type of person to hate pets (and he does because he thinks pets are messy), but he has a little green gecko.

The gecko is technically the property of his little sisters since they were the ones who caught it, but he’s the one mainly taking care of it.

He’s a helicopter parent when it comes to gecko care. The gecko must be fed at a certain time of the day, feedings must proceed through a certain routine, the gecko’s enclosure must be cleaned on a certain day every single week, and the temperature inside the enclosure must be maintained within a certain threshold. Any deviation from these protocols will send Barou into genuine distress.

Monitors the temperature gecko’s terrarium like a drill sergeant. He installed a thermometer inside that links to an app on his phone so he can always keep tabs on the temperature even when he’s not present. He’s constantly checking his phone for the gecko cage’s temperature, and this has become a sort of joke within the Ubers.

Hyoma Chigiri:

Owns a ragdoll tomcat that was originally adopted as an emotional support pet when Chigiri tore his ACL.

The cat has his fur care routine: five different brushes, specialty shampoo, and different oils to ensure the cat’s coat is sleek and glossy. Chigiri only buys top tier products for his cat.

His cat is very emotionally sensitive (as most support animals are). Whenever Chigiri is upset, the cat goes over to him and tries to initiate cuddles.

Chigiri is a tad allergic to cats, and after petting his cat, his nose and eyes will start to water. However, he is in strict denial of his cat allergies and blames this phenomenon on an imbalance in the cat’s hormone levels… but does he even know how a cat’s hormones work?

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a/n: some characters were super easy to write (hence the big ahh blocks of texts) but others... not so much. i will switch my writing style (and gen post setup) in my next hc dump, so I don't accidentally gouge out any eyeballs.

[starleska]

Rolando x Reader headcanons? You know you want to 😤

oh my god YESSSSSSS i would be delighted!!! 🙈🙈💖💖💖 warning, this one is a teensy bit NSFW, of the 'Rolando would quite like to devour you, mind and body' variety 😉 tws for canon-compliant fearmongering, fearplay, invasive behaviour, mild body horror and and general monsterfucking 👀 (i mean, y'all saw the episode, you know what you're in for-)

Rolando x Human!Reader headcanons 🐟💖

🐟 the people who darken the door of the One Star Wonder are always at the end of their tether, and Rolando wouldn't have it any other way. each one is more pathetic than the last: delicious morsels dripping with depression, anxiety and jealousy, and their bubble-headed selves all caught up in their oh-so-human concerns. Rolando greets each one with the same greasy charm, yet he makes sure to flavour his guests with just one too many inhuman gaffes. an incorrect turn of phrase here, a flash of too many teeth there, and before long, he has successfully unsettled his meat. so the night You step over the threshold and greet him with a warm, unknowing smile, he grinned right back, sure of a particularly tasty meal.

🐟 "Well, aren't you a precious little thing!" Rolando cooed, working in a lascivious gaze in the hopes of making You squirm. You stammered out a flustered thanks, and asked him if he had a room for the night. Rolando was dizzy; he could smell the indecision on You like pheromones, those little top notes of apprehension and fear, and it was all he could do to not clamber into your brain right then and there. "I've got just the room for you, dear, right at the back. And don't let anyone here give you shit under my watch. How abouts I escort you there myself? I'd hate for some filthy pervert to gobble you up along the way." before You could protest Rolando slipped around the desk, pressed a spindly claw into the small of your back and ushered You down a damp, ill-lit hallway.

🐟 as he guided You under the broken lights, Rolando's piscine gaze drank in the contours of your form. he'd played carnal games with humans before—desperate creatures that they were, their strangled whines as pleasure bled into pain never failed to amuse him. yet he'd never been so struck by the beauty of your kind. "So, what brings you to my malign establishment?" Rolando asked, as he carded his fingers through your hair. You shivered, but didn't pull away...a response which confused Rolando, but gave his Infestor heart a quiet thrill. You told him that you'd been kicked out of your home, and electricity shot down his back. he couldn't wait any longer. "Poor love...how could anyone be so cruel? Don't you worry your pretty little head. Tonight...you're all mine." 🐟 the few remaining lights in the hallway burst, and Rolando slipped into the blackness. You cried out in confusion as something cold and wet seized around your ankle and yanked You to the floor. chilling laughter echoed around the hallway, where it reverberated off impossible dimensions, like the hotel had yawned open to swallow You. "Oh, aren't you a hoot?" Rolando cackled. "Such fear...such excitement...what a delectable combination." Rolando's yellow-green eyes flashed in the dark, and the deathly edges of his teeth glimmered with saliva. You tried to run, but he dissolved into the dark and snatched at your shadow, tripping you with ease. Rolando's inky, gelatinous form drooled up your side and pinned You to the floor by the wrists, neck, and ankles.

🐟 "Running ain't the smartest move, sweetheart..." Rolando hissed, "...but boy, is it fun!" his monstrous tongue curled around your earlobe and invaded the delicate flesh of your ear itself, lapping in a way far too wet and obscene. You curled in on yourself, trying to make yourself small enough to escape, but Rolando's invertebrate form slipped between your joints and stretched out your limbs until it hurt. one dirty yellow light flickered into life above You and illuminated Rolando's sickly smirk. "Golly," said Rolando, putting his head on one side. "By now, normally I've got 'em screaming and wailing...but save a few sweet little sounds, you're quiet as a mouse." he wrapped himself around your face and breathed a blasphemy against your lips: "If I didn't know better...I'd say you're rather enjoying this." 🐟 a litany of protests tumbled from your mouth, but all they did was make Rolando laugh harder. "Don't deny it, sugar! I see everything tucked up inside that nasty little brain of yours...and fear ain't winning this race, honey." a nail as sharp as a blade tucked itself under your chin, and curled, tilting your face up to his. in the dark, Rolando's smile gleamed with bad intentions. "Tell you what...how about we play a game? You try to keep those lovely lips of yours shut..." a slight sting, and Rolando draws back his claw to admire a rivulet of blood. "...and I see how long it takes to make you scream."

[gloomwitchwrites]

An Unexpected Catch: Boromir x Female Reader

Chapter Specific Warnings: oral sex, piv penetration, fluff, kissing

Word Count: 2.3k

Chapter Three

While investigating an attack on a Gondorian settlement, Boromir finds himself run through with a sword and tossed into a nearby river. When death seems dangerously near, Boromir’s body washes up to shore, tangled in a fishing net. A young woman living alone finds Boromir and brings him home to care for him. As Boromir physically heals, he finds that his heart is also missing something important.

ao3 // main masterlist // an unexpected catch masterlist

The sky cries. Large raindrops patter against the roof. From the door, you watch as Boromir braves the downpour, herding Daisy into her pen. The cow is stubborn, but she’s also scared.

“Come now,” he coos. “Just a few more steps.” Boromir’s tunic and trousers cling to his skin, his hair soaked and sticking to his face.

He is healthy and whole. Has been for some time. Every day presents the opportunity of his departed, and yet he does not go. Boromir stays, finding excuse after excuse to remain at your side. It is nice to feel so wanted. And he is kind. Gentle.

And what if I were your husband? Would you have me then?

Words spoken weeks ago now and yet they still linger in your mind, haunting your every thought. Boromir still reaches for you, finds moments to wrap you up in his arms for a few tender kisses. And though he always stops, sometimes the touching becomes bolder, the two of you falling into gasping pants as skin touches skin.

Long have I been drifting. With you, I’ve only known peace. Contentment. You are not my ship or anchor but my compass. I was adrift. But now I know nothing but calm seas and a forward path.

The small spark within your heart brightens, ensnaring your stomach, finding refuge between your legs. Your cheeks flame, your heart thudding loudly in your ears.

Daisy moos, and Boromir laughs, patting her on her rump before dashing for the door. When his gaze meets yours, he smiles, broad and bright and so full of love that you find yourself momentarily stunned.

“Angel,” he greets, coming to a stop before you. Boromir rests a hand against the doorframe. “May I come in? Or am I subjected to sleep in the rain?”

“Oh,” you laugh, stepping backward to allow him entrance. “Suppose you’re allowed to stay.”

“Suppose?” he teases as you shut the door behind him. “Have I been that bad?”

“Terrible,” you smile.

Boromir grasps the back of your neck, pulling you in for a kiss. Though he’s wet and a bit cold, the kiss is all searing heat. It shoots right down to your toes. But it’s not only one kiss. He takes another, then another. Each one becomes deeper than the last, until your mouth parts for him and he slips his tongue inside for a taste.

“You’re so warm,” he breathes, breaking his attention to your lips to gaze into your eyes.

“Cold?”

“Freezing,” he answers.

“I put some bedding down next to fire. You can warm yourself in comfort.”

Boromir’s smile is sweet. He gives you one more kiss before pulling away. Removing his boots, he sets them by the door. You’re about to turn away, but Boromir is lifting his tunic up and over his head. His trousers, heavy with rain, sag slightly, revealing a deep v and a trail of hair. You quickly glance away; hand pressed to your chest as Boromir discards the soaked fabric. He runs his fingers through his hair, pushing the damp strands out of his face.

As you glance over your shoulder at him, you notice the shift in his gaze. The way he looks at you, it’s deliberate and wanton. Hungry.

“Come here to me,” he says, voice throaty and gruff.

Your limbs move of their own accord, gliding across the floor to him, entering his space, wanting nothing more than to be close to him. Lying to yourself would be silly. You adore this man. You cherish him.

“Will you stay with me?” he asks. “Keep me warm?” Boromir’s fingers dance along the side of your throat, trailing down to hook under the neckline of your dress. He pulls it to the side, the fabric falling down your shoulder, revealing bare skin.

Leaning forward, Boromir presses his lips there. You gasp. Shiver. Reach out. You’re pushing at his trousers, urging them down over his hips. Boromir is just as insistent, exposing more of you to his heated gaze.

His hands roam down, and then he’s pulling you into him, guiding you to the nest you made before the fire. There is no barrier. No walls to hide behind. Boromir guides you down onto your back, the two of you entangled in each other, kissing and touching until there is nothing but warmth and fire.

Before you, Boromir is all hunger. You are completely naked. Bare for him. Legs spread wide for his pleasure, his gaze is locked to that place between your legs, the one that aches for him and longs to be filled. You want to know him in all ways.

His hands rest on the insides of your thighs. “You’re so beautiful.”

The compliment catches you off-guard. You’re so absorbed in admiring the beauty of him that you forgot to listen.

“Thank you,” you murmur, heat rushing to your cheeks in embarrassment. It’s such a silly thing to say in the moment, but it’s all you can muster.

The corner of Boromir’s mouth quirks in amusement. His large hands stroke up and then down your thighs absently. The movement is soothing; your muscles relaxing beneath his touch. Boromir gently squeezes, fingers lightly digging into your skin as he flattens himself on his stomach. You watch from between your legs, momentarily paralyzed as he makes himself comfortable. You notice a slight wince, but it’s so brief you might not have caught it if you weren’t paying attention. His wound still hurts him on occasion.

Boromir glances up, the middle of his brow creasing slightly. “Do you want me? Do you want this?”

He might sound steady but it’s all in the eyes. There is pain there—a hesitation bordering on trepidation. He doesn’t want to hurt you, and it only makes your love for him soar higher.

“I want you,” is the answer you give, because it’s true.

All the muscles in his shoulders relax.

His chest heaves, and then his arms snake under and over your thighs, locking you in place. One hand splays wide over your lower belly while the other firmly grips your thigh. There is no escape from him, but you wouldn’t try.

“And I want you,” he replies, voice almost a growl.

He adjusts his hold, pulling you closer to his mouth. Boromir’s breath is hot against the inside of your thigh. From between your legs, his lips land against your skin just shy of his fingers. It’s slow but purposeful, each kiss moving lower and lower to what is clenching—needing him to be inside.

Boromir is not your husband, at least, not in ceremony. But why need there be? To be with him, to share in each other if both are willing is enough. That is all you care for anyway.

Boromir’s lip graze against you, and everything tightens, anticipating the moment he makes contact. The tip of his tongue just grazing over your sex. It’s a tease of a touch. A flash of pleasure that quickly vanishes. He repeats the movement, giving a bit more, sending you squirming in his hold.

You whisper his name, as he lazily run his tongue over you.

“Be still, my heart. I wish to enjoy you.”

Your fingers find his biceps the second his tongue returns, stroking slowly.

Your hips want to move. They want to seek out his mouth. To have the constant pleasure before it explodes into fragments. But you are unable to do much with your lower half. Boromir has you locked in, and he’s taking his time. Each stroke is agony, and yet utterly satisfying. The hand splayed on your lower abdomen descends, and you don’t really notice until a finger parts you, sliding inside.

This is different. This is more, and that is all you desire. To be more with Boromir.

Boromir sucks gently, the tip of his tongue making little circles. Your back arches, hips flexing, but there is nowhere to go. It only shoves you further into his hold. Your breath comes in short pants, breasts heaving with every inhale. Every part of you is tightening, the coil building under pressure. Like floodgates preparing to open, you too are close to bursting.

Another taste. Another stroke.

All the limbs and muscles in your body suddenly clamp, shaking. The exhalation is cut off—choked—before blooming into a depraved moan.

Tension releases, and then you’re truly writhing beneath him. Boromir does not cease, his tongue and fingers moving in tandem. You claw at his arms, gasping for breath, wanting to beg but unable to find the words. They keep escaping you, floating off into the air where you cannot catch them.

“Boromir,” you cry, tears beginning to form in the corners. “Please—I can’t. No—no more. No—”

With that singular word, Boromir withdraws. He kisses the indies of your thighs, moving upward. Soothing your heated skin with kisses.

“We can stop,” he murmurs. The heat of the fire has chased away the dampness, leaving his skin dry and hair slightly damp.

“I don’t want you to stop,” you tremble, hooking your leg over his, drawing him close until his hardness rocks against you.

“We are not bonded before our people. Does that not worry you?”

“No,” you answer. “The stars will be our witness.”

With a pleased groan, Boromir pushes your left leg wide, and with the other, brings your right leg flush against his front, ankle at his shoulder. He hooks his arm around the leg against his chest, creating an anchor. His free hand rests against the inside of your thigh. There is pressure at first. A brief bite that quickly eases as your bodies come together. His shoulders are a bit hunched, body leaning forward slightly as he drives forward and back, skin smacking against skin. Other than that, it’s just your breathing and his, and the slick sound of you taking him.

This time you’re free to writhe against him.

Reaching out, you try to grasp for anything. What you receive is tenderness. The hand on your thigh disappears, and Boromir snags your seeking hand, trapping it against your pelvis. He holds it, fingers intertwining.

“Look at me,” he growls, his hips stuttering slightly. You glance up. Make eye contact. It is brief. Fleeting. You are unable to hold his gaze. “Look at me, angel.”

Your eyes snap open, and Boromir grinds his hips against you, chest heaving. “Repeat after me.”

Between thrusts and throaty groans, you and Boromir exchange vows. And when the last word is finally spoken, Boromir drops all pretenses, draping himself over you as he claims you as his wife. You cling to him, fingers digging into his skin, holding on so tight you fear you might draw blood.

There is none. Just shared love. Shared pleasure.

And the night is no longer cold. Nor are the days that follow. At every opportunity, the two of you couple. Sometimes it is Boromir reaching out. Sometimes it is you seeking him.

Days pass. Then weeks.

You are content. Happy.

And then you’re shattered. Confused.

“Boromir? Who is this?”

You stand just outside the front door, perplexed by the scene before you. There are three men on horseback in Gondorian armor. They look regal. Imposing. But the fourth is almost a mirror image of Boromir.

Boromir steps back. Inclines his head. “This is my brother. Faramir.”

Faramir bows his head. “I’m sorry for the intrusion. But I’ve come to retrieve my wayward brother.” Faramir gives you a soft smile. “Father’s been worried.”

Boromir frowns, his expression grim. “How did you find me.”

“We stopped at the nearby village. Asked if anyone had seen a man that looked like you. A fisherman said he say you here while on his boat.”

You step forward. “Are you leaving?”

Faramir is the one that speaks. “The Steward of Gondor commands it.”

You turn to Boromir, your voice lowering to a whisper. “Who are you?”

Boromir approaches, placing his hands on your arms. “Come with me.”

“Who are you?” you repeat.

With a sigh, he answers. “I am Boromir. Son of Denethor. Steward of Gondor.”

“You’re—”

The revelation is a tumbling boulder. All this time, the man you’ve been looking after, caring for, will one day sit on Gondor’s throne, protecting it for when the True King returns.

“I’m sorry I never told you. Thought it best. To keep you safe.”

“Safe from who?”

“Are you angry with me?”

Are you? No. Not because he kept this from you.

You shake your head. “You’re leaving.”

“I must,” he murmurs. “And you are to come with me.”

You laugh. “I can’t. What about my father? The animals?”

“Faramir and I have already discussed this. Someone will look after the animals while we search for your father. I’ll have him brought back here once we locate him.”

“But I won’t be here. I must see him.”

His hands come up to cradle your face. “And he will. But you will come with me. Back to Minas Tirith. I will have him brought to you, and then before our families, we will be joined.”

You hesitate. Life outside your home has been nothing larger than the nearby village. This is travel. This is adventure. This is the unknown.

“Do you promise?”

“Angel. I will give you the world.”

It is easy. Simple.

Just your hand in his, and a promise of a new future.

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More on Skyfall: All Things End

I got brain rot so I'm adding some scenes that came to mind when I woke up throughout the night.

"No no no, Stayrus, please" you plead and weep as you hold him, pressing on to his wound with fruitless hope. "No, you can't die yet, please, you promised. You promised we'd go back together." Your cries are an echo of hers, timeline after timeline in which she had lost him and desperately clung to him.

Your wail when he doesn't react is gut wrenching, it comes deep from your soul and it makes your throat hurt. You allow yourself to cry loudly, unlike the past few nights in your bed, you vent all your pain into the scene. You don't know for how long you've cried but you know that when the director yells cut, you have a little trouble coming back to. You give a wet laugh when Sylus helps dry your tears, dabbing a napkin on your cheeks to not ruin the make-up.

Someone brings you some water, and you thank them before drinking. There's a hand rubbing your back, and your thankful for it as you center yourself, using the soothing motion as a guide. Sylus helps you stand up, and there's an odd look on his face, but you're too numb to care. The rest of the day is a blur from then on.

Everyone congratulates you after the scene. You're complimented from left to right, surprised when even the director compliments you. You smile and say your thanks, try to be humble even through the numbness of it all.

"It felt so real, for a moment I forgot we were filming," he admits, fresh tears welling up in his eyes. The rest of the people around you hum in agreement as the dry their own tears.

"Your acting was great," says a background actor.

"It gave me full body chills!" You laugh as Tara rubs her arms and gives a dramatically imitated full body chill, the excitement evident in her eyes.

"That scene will surely get you an award," comes from your manager as she drives you home.

You feel hollow.

You don't know whether to be thankful that the remaining scenes are you just acting like it or not. You feel like you're losing yourself in this role as the mask gets heavier with each day.

You've grown a bit cold with Sylus, not intentionally, you're just exhausted, you can't help but fall asleep the moment you get home. He says he understands and shares with you the decision of simply visiting you on set, for moral support. You snort, it sounds like an excuse and you don't know what to make of it but you say thanks and give him a smile.

You don't notice the wounded look on his face as he sees you act out the rest of the scenes without him. Don't realize that he can't tell when your acting stops or where it starts. To him, you've always been an enigma, a question he can never answer and a puzzle he can never quite solve.

There's a difference in Sylus' behavior after that and you can't pinpoint what it is. He's the same as usual, charming and charismatic with that slight air of arrogance you can't refute, but there's something softer hidden within.

The curtain is about to close, so you pay no mind to it, you've accepted your fate, even if it hurts like hell. Each and each day you have to do less and before you know it, everything is being wrapped up.

It feels weird, having a free schedule and not having anything to do. All that is left is to wait.

"Would you do something like this again?"

"Oh gods, no," you shake your head and laugh, "don't get me wrong, acting with Sylus was great. He's an awesome teammate, great actor. The role, however, it took a toll on me." You admit out loud, you feel a little embarrassed at the pity in the interviewers eyes, but you shake it off.

"It was a fun experience, so maybe I'd write another script and make another album, but I wouldn't be part of the cast this time around."