#but you come home one day and your wife is dead and your kid is sobbing and you don’t know what to do

[dixonsstinkysock]

La douleur exquise.

summary - Your first Mother’s day.

pairing - daryl dixon x fem!reader

warnings - TW: Death.

notes - This is not what it was supposed to be but it is what it is now and its okay…also Happy Mother’s Day!!!

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The clicks of a tape labeled “Bedtime” settling into the worn camera could be heard amongst the relaxing noises of the woods. Daryl dropped everything as soon as he found this relic of his. Somehow he was able to get this old Camera up and running again, the tape he’d recorded still miraculously intact inside of it. Daryl’s been real busy lately, looking for his chosen brother was no easy feat which meant he was away from you, away from his kids. Of course, he wished all three of you goodnight everynight the only way he could, planning to see you all soon. Your smooth voice carried throughout Daryl’s tent, from the video camera, singing softly to your two young sons.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.

You make me happy when skies are gray.

You'll never know, dear, how much I love you.

Please don't take my sunshine away.

This was his favorite amongst all the tapes he had taken before, your singing compared with the soft cooing of your babies always put him to sleep. He’d never thought out of everyone in the world he’d be as lucky as he is. Especially not in this world, where the dead took anything and everything. He had a family, friends, a home—a life. Then the explosion happened and Rick die-disappeared. You were supportive when Daryl wanted to go out and look for Rick, only asking that he come home every now and then. Come home to help raise your children, spend what little time you all had left together. Time was special in this world, anything could happen in the blink of an eye.

The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping.

I dreamed I held you in my arms.

When I awoke, dear, I was mistaken.

So I hung my head and cried.

Daryl’s been dreaming every night now. Not of Rick or Beth or anyone else he’s lost during the end of the world, but of you, His family. Feeding his youngest and playing trucks with his eldest, bathing the both of them and rocking them back to sleep. He missed that but, unfortunately he had duties. Rick had a family too, it’d be selfish of him to enjoy his while Rick’s family had no closure. So he did what he could do for now, sleep and dream.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.

You make me happy when skies are gray.

You'll never know, dear, how much I love you.

The pink petals of the cherry blossoms were scattered across the field. They were your favorite and so as usual, Daryl went through hell to get you some. He had finally decided to take a break—not for long though—he had things to do. Carol visited a few nights back, checking up on him, cutting his hair, bringing him clean, warm clothes even though he refused to take them. She let him know what was coming up, thought she knew this specific event was engraved into his mind.

Mothers Day is a sacred day for him. A day to love and honor his wife, the mother of his children (more than he already does). So as he carefully stepped through the petals trailing up to your grave, he spoke to you. Saying his greeting’s to you and your boys, them both resting with you. As he reached the wooden crosses with your names on it, he gently set his bag down, the flowers in his other hand now sitting where the old ones were. He comes whenever he can to replace them. To keep your place clean and sacred as much as he can.

As the sun set and the air got cooler, Daryl was still sat there. Playing his favorite tape on his camera, and spending a little more time with his family before he left to look for his other one.

Please don't take my sunshine away.

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This is lowkey so rushed I was spending alot of time with my mommy today so yeah..But uh anyways I love you C U L8TER 💚

[bizlybebo]

thought about mark winters again dhmu

[necromycologist]

i feel like my deusposting on here does not emphasize how much peregrine is Going Thru It during the main plot tbh. like i love posting about merx and also dr t and their various struggles but truly by the time the main plot starts they are all more or less chilling yanno? meanwhile peregrine is over here having her job and only connection to her dead lover ripped out from under her feet, getting in a fight with her kid as a result, being handed a way to get back on her feet, realizing that the probably-stowaway kid on her train is actually the one in the papers, realizing that the guy who offered to help is actually a massive dick and trying to screw her over, discovering that her quiet assistant is actually an ex-gladiator (and also THAT ex-gladiator), nearly dying, not dying, realizing her lover isn’t dead, actually, and that their death is actually kinda her fault and also that her train is like. really fantasy radioactive and she has been so extremely damn lucky to survive it. phew

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“Who’s calling?” Your husband, Nanami, huffs from above you, his hips snapping into you. Your teary eyes glance at your phone while you let out small whimpers. “I-it’s our son.” You breathe out, your thighs tremble beneath his hands holding them down beside you.

Nanami groans and stuffs his dick fully into you, a whine escaping your lips as he picks up the phone. Between his work schedule and your 4 kids, there isn’t time for you and your husband to partake in a your shared activities other than the few times you guys got creative.

There was this one time you guys had your oldest watch the kids while you guys went to the pharmacy to pick up some medicine, which ended in a quickie in the dark parking lot before heading home.

Or the other time you guys had a pool day and you went inside to start getting the snacks ready. Nanami followed shortly after to have himself his own quick snack. Both of your days are pretty busy, but Nanami never fails to make some time for you and your pussy. You can admit sex hasn’t really been a priority, until tonight. Upon realizing all the kids would be gone, you immediately called Nanami to be sure he brings his ass home when he is off and not do any overtime- yes you used your mom voice too. Nanami agreed not wanting to be scolded.

When he did get home, he noticed a few things, there was any tv on, or music blasting from your two oldest rooms. There weren’t toys scattered in the living room or the dining room table from your two youngest, no yelling or screaming from all of them in general, it was just quiet. He smelt food in the air, he usually does every night he comes home but it’d be already eaten, or everyone will be eating at the dinner table (he insists not to wait for him because he often stays late) but since he left early from work, it isn’t ready just yet. He quickly rushes up the stairs, starting to feel the panic seep in just a bit, all the kids rooms are empty.

He opens his shared bedroom to see you just laying on your stomach, in the silky robe he got you, reading a book. He calms down because if you were okay, surely, the kids were too. His eyes gaze down your figure, your feet are in the air crossed, while you read. The robe sits at your upper thigh, and since it’s so thin, your ass pops out in the most desirable way possible. “Honey?” He eyes you suspiciously, taking a breath as he starts to settle down, “Where are the kids.”

You heard the front door shut, squeezing your thighs together, feeling the arousal hit you even more. The book you have been reading had been in your mind, and hearing your husband come home really made you ready to take him, full. You had dinner cooking in the oven, almost ready to serve for just Nanami and you. Your oldest son is at a movie with his friends and they are going to go eat after. Your second oldest daughter is spending the night with her best friend, and your two youngest are sleeping over with their grandparents. To say you were practically rushing your oldest son to leave already, since he was the last one to go, was an understatement.

“They are busy and safe.” You closed the book and turn your body towards him, your eyes hungry before you looked at him, but damn near starving when you did. That damn suit and tie. You explained where they all were as you sat up in the bed, impulsively pushing your chest out as you leaned back on your arms. Nanami didn’t ignore the lustful look in your eye, the way your nipples perked against the thin fabric, only assuming you had nothing on underneath. He quickly put a few things together, why you called him to not do overtime. He knew what his wife wanted, at least he thought so.

When your sweet loving husband started off kissing your neck, waiting to use the few hours to just worship your body, you, your hands cupped his chin and looked him dead in the eye, “Honey, I love you so much and I know that you do but tonight-right now I need you to fuck me like you don’t. I want y-“ His eyes darkens more at your plea, how desperate you were truly. How can he ever say no to his gorgeous wife. He cuts you off with a kiss before he started fucking you every way loose. Yes exactly what I said. But of course no matter what time it is, you guys are parents after all….

“What?” Nanami answers the call, still buried deep inside you, grinding against you as his thumb circles your clit.

“..Oh Hey dad, where’s mo-“

“She’s busy, are you okay, why are you blowing up her phone?” Nanami cuts your son off, his eyes focused on you squirming around, biting your lip to keep any lewd sounds hushed while he was on the phone with your son. He speeds up his movements on your clit, softly sucking in a breath when you clench tightly around his dick.

“I wanna buy some snacks and get some food after the movie, mom said she’ll send me m-“

“How much?” Nanami asked wanting him to get to the point so he can get back to his wife. He slowly pulling out before pushing himself back in. Your hand quickly covers your mouth as you shut your eyes. Your legs were shaking crazy. Your husband wasn’t one to always be rough in bed, but the times he is, you would feel it for days, in the best way possible. (He has that dog in him😞) Nanami definitely isn’t holding back, not when it’s been this long you guys were kid free for a few hours and together at that. Nanami was making up for lost time, fingering you until you couldn’t talk properly, eating your pussy like it personally offended him, fucking you left, right, up, down, diagonal, all up until your phone kept blowing up.

“Like about $40.”

“Okay, give me a moment.” Nanami grunts, as he bottoms out again, the way you squeezed his dick nearly knocked him out cold. He feels his dick throb inside you and pulls the phone away from his ear, breathing heavy.

“Thanks d-“

Nanami hangs up the phone and tosses it beside you before leaning in closer to you, peeling your hand away from your mouth and pulling it above your head. “Tell me something honey.” He hums kissing your swollen lips.

You whimper as he fucks you again, slow but rough this time, ”y-yes?” You gasp as he hits your cervix.

“When the kids ask for money, do you send it to them from my account?” He looks into your eyes, sweat dripping down his head watching your reaction to his question really his dick.

You’re screwed. Both literally and physically.

“Not alwa- o-ooh shit.” You moan, his hips moving faster than light. Nanami absolutely hates when you use your own money, hell, even when you were working. When you guys first started dating he already knew you were going to be his wife. Nanami would always say you didn’t need to work but you didn’t want him to be the sole provider. Eventually, you guys moved in together and you were still working. Though, he convinced you to work less hours and took you out on a date when you agreed. It wasn’t until you got pregnant with your first baby, did his wish come true. Shit, he was more excited when you both went down to your job to quit than he was to see the 2 pink lines.

“All the hours I work, being kept away from our family, my perfect wife -ngghh- my perfect wife’s pussy. And you still insist on usi-fuck- using your own money when you have access to my money- no our money, shit your money.” He moans grabbing your other hand and pulling it above your head with your other.

“Y-you pay for e-ever-“

“I’m supposed to baby. I want to.” He interrupts you, lifting your legs to his shoulders, and grabbing your phone with his free hand and sending your son $100 from his account. “Why must you make things complicated, love. I am the man, it’s my job to take care of you, our family. Let *thrust* me. Use my money for the kids, the house, the cars, whatever it is, I have enough, more than.” He kisses your lips softly, opposite to his thrusts. “Use your money I give you for you, whatever you want for you- shit for you. Everything I do is for you, everything I make, it’s yours, ours on paper, but it’s all yours. All for you.” He grunts into your ear, as if he’s teaching a lesson. Technically, he is.

“Don’t let me find out you aren’t using my money first again, okay hun?” He hums at you, a moaning teary mess.

“Now where were we?” He smiles before pulling out and flipping you on your stomach, lifting your ass up and spanking it. “Oh, right.” He chuckles as he spreads your cheeks apart, seeing your drooling sensitive pussy, clenching on air.

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Married!Eren x Maid!Reader

Ex-husband!Eren

[quarterlifekitty]

So we know secret baby trope but what about went on a mission and something happened and they were mia for over a year and come home expecting their wife to have moved on only to find them single and with their kid trope Price is the first that comes to mind, but it could happen to any of the boys really.

In my mind, when price is on his way back after being gone for over a year (maybe almost 2), he’s preparing an endless number of contingency plans. While there’s a possibility that you haven’t just accepted him as dead and moved on, he thinks it’s much more likely that you tried to lead a normal life after he’d been out of contact with you entirely for so long. He had told you that it was possible he would leave one day and not come back.

So he’s fully prepared to have to win you back. Convince you that it won’t happen this way again, even if he doesn’t know that. God, it’s gonna be such a pain in the ass if you have a new boyfriend that’s moved into the fucking house. Worse— if you sold the house to go live with the new boyfriend. He decided not to call— he needed his first conversation with you in over a year to be in person.

He debates whether he should knock or just use his keys. He settles on something halfway, knocking, then using his keys to open the door slowly. His car was still in the driveway, and new owners would’ve changed the locks.

The first thing he notices is that the house is kind of… a mess. Not to an unsafe or unhygienic degree, but there’s stuff everywhere. He can’t even tell if you’re home. He makes a beeline for bedroom and—

That… his eyes must be playing tricks on him. There you are in the middle of your unmade bed, napping with a baby in your arms. You’ve still got your wedding ring on. No signs of anybody living in the place but you and… and the baby. The photos of you together still up on the walls.

He didn’t have a contingency plan for this.

[dantes-jacket]

Our little family

Dante x fem reader

Author notes: my friend @moon-cakiie and I were talking about how Nero sees you and Dante as his parents. So here are some headcannons about it <3

• Nero views you and Dante as his parents over Vergil

• You two have always been there for him and supported him no matter what

• While Dante always picks on him and goofs around, you’re always Nero’s biggest cheerleader

• Fair warning you will have to break up sparring sessions that turn into actual fights because these two are ALWAYS trying to one up one another

• Meal time is some of the best memories you three will have together, everything is finally peaceful and calm so you three can enjoy one another’s presence

• You think Dante is protective over you? Nero takes it to ANOTHER LEVEL. To the point where Dante even is like “I’m not this bad right?” Or “Dude let her breathe and do whatever task she needs to do” Nero is ALWAYS looking after his mom

• But Dante is protective over both of you, he’d rather die than have one of you get hurt or even die

• If you and Dante are arguing or in a disagreement sometimes you’ll say “This is why Nero is my favorite Sparda”

• DANTE WILL BE SOOOO OFFENDED AT THIS

• He will do everything in his power to take that title back (he’s sulking and following you around like a lost puppy)

• He’ll give Nero the NASTIEST stink eye

• Nero just laughs and thinks it’s funny

• But if Dante pisses him off when you two are fighting OH MAN HE USES IT TO HIS ADVANTAGE

• Nero = king of blackmail

• Dante will say or do something and Nero runs right to you and says “Dante is being mean!”

• And you scold Dante like he is your own child

• Dante is shocked so really makes sure to not piss either of you off when this situation pops up

• When both of them are gone off on missions they already count down the days until they can see you again

• They try to do the job faster so they can back home

• When they do come back home they always stop and get you flowers or some kind of mini gift

• All they wanna do is express their gratitude to you and make you happy again because they know you were sad while they were gone

• HUGS HUGS HUGS HUGS

• You three are always hugging

• Normally you’re hugging them before they leave and when they come back home, but if there’s ever an emotional moment with Nero you’ll hug him. Even Dante will

• Dante promises to always watch over him and have his back no matter what the future holds for the both of them

• Also you fuss over them all the time especially after missions

• They’ll always be like “I’m fine”, “you don’t have to” BUT NEVER PUSH YOU AWAYYYYY

• Dante doesn’t because it reminds him of his mom and how gentle she was when he was a kid

• Nero doesn’t because it’s the first time someone is physically showing worry and care about him, he doesn’t have the heart to push you away because deep down he enjoys the attention

• Game nights are a frequent in this household

• It gets heated fast and normally turns into a fight between Dante and Nero

• They’ll start throwing stuff at one another and wrestle one another

• But they immediately stop when you raise your voice then they immediately apologize and clean up the mess

• So if they are in a ban from game nights because of how they destroyed the place, it’s movie

• Most movies Nero accidentally guesses the plot twist in the movie, he’ll deadass just joke and say “oh the husband isn’t the killer it’s definitely the training police officer, he was definitely having an affair with the dead wife”

• AND HE GETS IT RIGHT

• You and Dante are like how???

• Nero apologizes and says he won’t do it again but it always happens now

• These two are also chronic workers

• They’ll stay up most of the night and fall asleep in the office

• But you’ll always throw a blanket on them and give each of them a little forehead kiss

• Actions are a big thing with the Sparda boys but they love words of encouragement from you

• But they always try to reciprocate your words but they aren’t the best with words BUT THEY’LL ALWAYS TRY FOR YOU

• You’re all just one happy and loving family who also happens to be dysfunctional but you three wouldn’t trade it for the world

[moralesispunk]

I think you're either team ghost x civilian wife! reader where the rest of the 141 have no idea you exist or team they know and it's a very familial like and I'm the first one

simon who does everything he can to keep you his secret, even more so when your family starts to grow. when he's finished with a mission he will spend the next 48hrs barely sleeping, moving around to make sure no one is on his tail before making it home into your arms.

it's not that he doesn't trust the 141, but you and your family are far too precious to trust anyone with. you've heard the stories of all of the other men, are sure you would need only one look at them to be able to guess which man belongs to the many names he's told you over the years, but you're aware they don't know that you exist.

that on the rare nights simon ventures out to meet them for a sole pint between missions they think he's holed up in some bachelor flat back in manchester, perhaps with a string of women that come and go, but they couldn't be more wrong with his wedding band hidden under his gloves when he's home like now or safely in his drawer at home when he's on missions.

and it's not that he doesn't wish he could shout about you from the rooftops. everyone in your town knows that the big scary man whose face is always conveniently hidden in the shadows has a missus at home who brings your chubby babies to the toddlers and drops your kids off at school.

but the 141 don't know about you, not until enough time has passed since simon retired to consider it safe enough. simon with his aching joints and trembling hands, the ringing in his right ear and back pain that requires at least two, hour long soaks in the bath a week. simon the husband and dad who has butterfly clips in his hair and at least one nail painted from the game of hairdressers his oldest likes to play, a bright pink plaster on his knee to match the youngest, and one hand on your belly at all times with the third (and final in your opinion but simon is working on that) of your brood.

simon who is out for drinks with the 141 three years after retirement and slips and says something about moving house and the hassle, the rest of the men deciding they will help and so simon decides it's finally time. but he doesn't forewarn them about his family before the day, standing in the garden of your packed up house that your family has outgrown while the men stumble out of the van they hired only to stop dead in their tracks when they see you.

you who is waving in the doorway, a toddler on your hip and looking like you're about to pop while another child - maybe six or seven by their guesses - swings from simon's arm, with a dog jumping up paws on his chest. and like the man he is he doesn't explain, just jerks his chin towards the piles of boxes and empty moving van he's started to pack.

"think you can start making a move on that?"

a few hours later and still no explanation from simon, he's in the first van packed with all the furniture and bigger boxes with you and the kids and the guys follow behind, slack jawed and still confused as they stay speechless until they pull up at the new house.

they're still staring at you as you pile out of the first van and you're shaking your head, elbowing simon in the ribs and muttering a "put them out their misery, Si" and they swear they almost drop dead when they see how gently he handles you, an arm around your waist and a kiss to your temple as he guides you and the two gremlins towards the guys while the dog starts sniffing around its new home.

"fellas, this is the missus and kids," he says and you roll your eyes, holding out your hand towards them and introducing yourself by name, adding on the kids who beam up shyly at these strangers.

that seems to shake them out of it. john takes your hand first, shaking and turning to simon with a "you hide her away in case we try to steal her from you?" he winks and you and only grins wider when simon's hand on your hip seems to squeeze tighter. gaz and soap are bending down and coaxing your two girls out of their shyness, complimenting their light up trainers and asking if it makes them run faster before cheering them on as they run to the front door and back.

they set you up on a fold out chair and do all the heavy lifting as you point them and the boxes in their arms to their correct rooms. later, Simon treats them to dinner (a takeaway) and has you sitting on his knee with the girls in bed and for the first time he spends a night with the guys telling you stories of Simon "Ghost" Riley.

"they're lyin' love," he'll mumble in your ear at every story, "don't believe them do ya?" his hand strokes up your back, squeezing your neck.

"yeah, babe, believe you," you say while smiling at the men around your new dining room table, men who have saved your husbands life more times than he can count, and you find yourself curling closer to simon because of that

[sai-int]

Explore more on rts Simon and their marriage!

(Kids? Bc he said don’t take anymore plan b??? A big wedding? Small wedding? Elopement??)

— just gonna talk about the wedding, will talk about kids in another installment!

you start looking at rings without even realizing you’re doing it. absentminded stares in storefront windows, lingering a little too long on a stranger’s hand, your fingers brushing his one evening and murmuring something like, “do you think gold would suit me?”

and simon clocks it immediately. not in a shit, she’s being clingy way. more like fuck, she wants forever.

and he wants that too. more than he knows what to do with.

but he’s also a ghost. a man with no government name, no paper trail, no heartbeat in the system. the people who know him don’t use his name. hell, most don’t even know it. and you? you’re the only person alive who gets to call him simon.

so he sits you down one night, quiet and heavy. his hand finds yours, thumb brushing over your knuckles. “there’s something y’should know,” he says, voice thick. “i'm not exactly... on record.”

you blink. “like…?”

“like... legally dead. gone. don’t exist.” he shrugs, like it’s no big deal, like being a ghost is just another item on the to-do list. 

“what i do, where i go, who i was before—all of it had to disappear. no court would touch me. no ceremony would hold. y’can't marry someone who don’t exist.”

your heart squeezes, but not in the way he expects.

“i don’t care,” you whisper. “if it’s just us. if it’s just this. that’s enough.”

and the look on his face? relief. bone-deep and reverent. like he’s been waiting his whole life for someone to say that.

a few weeks later, he gets down on one knee.

no fancy speech. no crowd. just him, in the dim light of the kitchen, holding out the exact ring you’d once admired in a quiet shop in town.

“y’still want forever, sweet’art?”

you’re crying before he even finishes the sentence.

“you’re all i’ve ever wanted.”

you don’t have a wedding. there’s no paperwork. no license. no champagne or vows.

what you do have is a battered farmhouse in the middle of nowhere, a bed he built by hand, and a morning after where he tugs you back under the covers, presses his mouth to your shoulder, and whispers, “y’mine now. proper.”

he calls you “wife” under his breath sometimes, like he doesn’t want to jinx it.

and for a month, that’s that. quiet love. deep trust. no one else in the world but the two of you.

until the day he comes home and finds your passport on the table.

he flips it open, casual—until he sees it.

Riley.

his heart stops. literally skips. his fingers tighten on the paper. “...what the fuck?”

you grin from the kitchen, biting your lip. “did it while you were gone.”

“how—?”

“legal name change. said it was for... personal reasons."

he just stares at you. like he’s seeing the sun for the first time.

then he's moving, fast—pulling you in, arms crushing you to his chest, face buried in your neck.

“y’fuckin’ mad, y’know that?”

“mad for you.”

and he laughs—rare and hoarse and beautiful—because he knows it's true.

and for the first time in years, simon riley feels real. not a ghost. not a weapon. just a man, with a home, and a wife who chose his name.

[dontbesoweirdkira]

I'm not saying yandere Dick Grayson would baby trap his darling...but he most definitely would

Warnings: toxic and abusive themes. forced domesticated life, mentions of baby trapping, purposeful weight gain, manipulation, dick is a good hubby though, he's just so desprate

Please just hear me out on this concept. Now i've said before that Dick Grayson would've realistically had to put a halt on his personal life and relationships because alongside being nightwing and keeping his family together, it'd just be too much.

Could you imagine Yandere! Dick is like hitting his mid-thirties at this point, work is growing old and all of his siblings are just about adults and he's exhausted. One day, the siblings are all just chilling around the mansion and the topic of what they plan to do with their life after being a vigilante comes up. Dick hadn't though about it ever because well...this consumed every minute of his life but he figured he'd probably settle down and start a family. Jokingly one of his siblings said, "How could you ever find time for another family when you're already the matriarch of this one?", and it just hasn't left his mind since.

Fast forward and he's sitting in a dinner alone after patrol and he's just watching this family and their kids and it just hits him that he'll never have that at the rate he's going. If he doesn't end up dead from his work, he'd probably end up rotting in that mansion alone because he's too busy fixing the messes Bruce made with the others. He's been a "father" to his siblings since his teen years and he has not much to show for it. I mean he's proud of all of them but...he's still just their older brother...

He goes home and is thinking about just how happy that father looked while throwing his kids up in the air...or how beautiful his wife looked carrying their unborn child. He envied how simple and perfect their life was. They didn't have to miss out on life to fight crime around the clock or to piece back together something he never broke. They could happily go home..with each other and be proud of what they've made. He's looking back at his life and while he knows he's accomplished so much but being an actual dad is something he'll never get a chance to be. Not while he's still playing as the head of Bruce's household.

Yandere! Dick Grayson who now wants to be a father so badly and to come home to a pretty wife who truly loved him. Not just some one nighter who couldn't see past his body.

He met you by chance a few weeks later. It was while he was grabbing food before his nightly patrol, and the spark was like never before. It was fate. or delusion You were destined to be his pretty wife and be his ticket out of that mess. You're so perfect

Dick is maybe a little too eager to make his desires a reality. Like he's completely ready to let go of his previous familial duties to make way for his new ones. It's a huge shift but it's a necessary one. This is his Fiona Gallagher moment. He's steadily loosening the grip and ignoring calls to be fully focused on you. Dick wants to prove he'll be a great husband who won't neglect you for anyone else even if they're as close as family. He can't let them get in the way anymore.

He doesn't care if he has to manipulate his way into your heart, he's going to have you. He's the only one that'd ever be as good to you as he will be. There's not even a money limit on how much he's willing to pour into this process. If it takes paying your rent or car note to prove he's provider material...then so be it. Anything for the future mother of his children.

!Yandere Dick Grayson who doesn't even know if you want kids or marriage but he's so far gone in his own fantasies that he just assumes you have the same goals as he...even if you don't...you soon will..I like to think he slowly shifts you into being a stay at home girlfriends and floods your mind with ideas of this being your purpose. He needs you to know just how great you are at being domestic...this isn't so bad right? You could do this for the rest of your life!

Like i said he doesn't mind throwing money at you if it'll make you desire this life with him. Besides, he prefers you to be financially dependent on him. You are so shy when you ask him for things but he loves knowing that you need him, just like a good wife does.

First he's just always wanting you over his house for cute dates, then it's becoming a weekender situation...then a few days out of the week and now you practically live with him.

In the meantime he's doing subtle things like cooking dinner and breakfast with you at the same times every day. This is so you'll automatically start doing this on your own and so you know what he likes and at what time. He's got you doing shopping runs for the home. He's a sneaky little shit who asks you to throw in his laundry and clean up his messes while he's at work. He of course compensates you for being such a great helper. Your new job is here at his home. It fills him up with so much joy when he comes home and all your tasks are completed.

Yandere! Dick who is always surprising you with foods and snacks you cannot resist to make you plumper for when you're carrying his baby. Of course he's denying the allegations when you jokingly tease him about making you fat on purpose but we know the truth. Still, he's loving your body regardless, it needs to be healthy with extra fats to keep your children protected. He can barely contain himself though when he sees your little stomach pudge , it gets him all too excited for the real deal. It makes him feel all the less guilty about tampering with the contraceptives when he thinks about how gorgeous you'll be when you're swollen with his baby. I mean you're already this cute with a little bloat.

Oh just the thought of you walking around in public and everyone who sees you know that you're already claimed..ugh He doesn't know what to do with himself. You're all his and no one can steal you away from him. Not when you don't have any time. You're too busy taking care of the home and the baby to be bothered by anything else.

You won't be too mad at him, right? I mean just so desperate to have a quiet new life. He wants to be a father so bad, please let him have this. He'll be so so good for you and the baby.....he needs this.

[arrenjo]

Summary: You’re trying to protect Robby from any more trauma today— he’s definitely suffered enough— and he does not appreciate the gesture

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“The parents of Jake’s girlfriend, Leah, are here. I put them in the viewing room. I’m gonna go find Robby.” Donnie told you in passing as he breezed by you. You linked your arm with his just in time to bring him to a dead stop.

Robby, Dr. Michael Robinavitch, was one of the Pitt’s ED doctors. You had never been particularly close, you’d had casual conversations with him here and there, but you were determined for him to get out of here at a half decent time and talking to that girl’s parents was the last thing he needed.

“Like hell you are, find someone else. Anyone else.” You said. Confusion flashed across Donnie’s face as he tried to register what you had just said. It was clear he was on a mission and had been told to do exactly what he was doing.

“But Robby said-“ he started as he pulled you to the side of the hallway, you cut him off, shaking your head. Donnie was one of your closest friends in the ED. Working swing shifts had gotten you close with both the day and night crew, but it was Donnie that you could count on for just about anything.

“I swear to God if I have to watch that man go through any more trauma today I will spontaneously combust.” Donnie looked at you blankly, so you continued. You had just overheard Jake, the closest thing Robby had to a son tell him, in no uncertain terms, to fuck off.

“So no, not him. Shen, Abott, Ellis, McKay, a resident,” You started listing names, “Fuck, if you can find Gloria, let her talk to them, but I’m begging you to please please leave Robby out of it.” You said, Donnie nodded slowly.

“Okay, but if he asks, I’m throwing you under the bus.” You nodded once. You knew Robby would not appreciate the gesture and would absolutely be pissed, but at this point watching him suffer was physically painful.

“And then go home!” You called after Donnie, but he was already halfway down the hall and probably out of earshot.

You had gotten just a glimpse of Robby in the peds trauma room earlier, just enough to know that he was going through some real shit. Hell, you all were. This was unlike anything you had ever seen in The Pitt.

You had confided in Abott earlier about seeing Robby sitting in the floor, tears streaming down his face but you stopped as soon as you realized Langdon was not-so-discreetly listening. You spun on your heel and glared at him, but it was too late. Frank ducked his head and stalked off. It was clear that he and Robby had some kind of beef, and you didn’t want what you had seen to become ammunition in whatever fight they had going on. They had argued before, but never like this. Robby was mad about whatever it was, and with the way Langdon had changed in the past several months you knew he would use whatever he had against Robby.

Langdon used to be a solid friend to you. The two of you would play jokes on one another and cut up together and talk about his wife and kids. Lately he was snippy, even borderline labile and you had distanced yourself. The second time he snapped at you in front of a patient, you told yourself you were done, but you had seen glimpses of your friend come out when interacting with the fresh-faced, always-smiling Dr. King, and it made your chest ache.

You had come in early for your night shift when you got the code triage text for a mass casualty, you didn’t sleep much on your first night of the week anyway and your apartment was a 20 minute walk from the hospital. You knew traffic would be nuts and that you would probably need the fresh air in the morning after whatever fresh hell this was about to be, so you didn’t even bother trying to get your car out of the parking garage.

It had been hours upon hours of working on a slew of patients, the doctors doing the best they could to stabilize them, you and the other nurses doing what they could to maintain the stabilization until they got to where they needed to be. The flow was almost seamless, and you were damn proud of it.

You sat down in your chair to chart and tapped your badge to log in. Before you could put your password in the computer, you caught a glimpse of a figure stalking quickly in your direction. You didn’t have to look up to know it was Robby and Donnie had, as promised, threw you under the bus. You braced yourself for the ass-chewing you knew was coming.

He definitely did not appreciate the gesture.

You steadied yourself with a breath, swallowed, and looked up to lock eyes with Robby who was now towering over you. His face was red, holy fuck he was mad, and his hands were gripping the desk, knuckles white. Neither of you spoke as your eyes locked on his again. He was obviously pissed, but there were other emotions playing in his eyes that you couldn’t quite put a finger on. He was tired, he was sad, but it seemed like there was more to it than that.

“I need you, now.” He said, his voice low and harsh. You nodded and pushed your chair back from the nurses station as he stalked towards the door. You were several paces behind him, following as he lead.

Holy shit, where are we going?

Robby led you off the unit and up the stairs, to the stairwell to the roof. He pushed the door open and let it almost close before you caught it, pushing it open to the outside air. That wasn’t like Robby, he was definitely pissed. You stepped out onto the roof and saw him standing on the other side of the railing, leaned back against it. It was chilly on the rooftop and your navy scrubs didn’t give much in the way of warmth. You crossed your arms over your chest and walked towards him, stopping just short of the railing.

“Why the fuck would you tell Donnie to not come get me?” His voice was low and he was speaking slowly, enunciating every word clearly, still looking at the Pittsburgh skyline.

Ah, not just thrown under the bus. Ran over. Thanks, Don.

“I thought you needed a break,” you said simply, trying to stay cool and level headed. You were trying to do him a favor, trying to protect him. He didn’t need to add to his growing pile of trauma for the day. You knew he gave the kids the tickets to Pittfest, you also knew it was the day Doc Adamson had died and he was the one that had to make that call.

Your answer didn’t satisfy him. He spun on his heel to face you and was over the railing in one step, closing the distance between you in two. As he got closer, you saw the tears welling in his eyes.

“And why in God’s name would that be your fucking call to make?” His voice was still low and sharp, his face close to yours.

“I don’t know, Doctor Robinavitch,” you started, your voice seething. You knew he wouldn’t be appreciative of the gesture, but you also can and would stand up for yourself. He cut you off before you could continue.

“I don’t get a goddamn break. I had my break. I broke and you saw it, and then you went around talking about it. Thanks for that by the way.” He spit the words at you and they cut deeper than you thought they would. He took a step backwards, leaning on the railing again but facing you this time.

“I couldn’t save her and I couldn’t pick myself up off of the fucking floor when they needed me but that doesn’t mean that I need someone to make my goddamn decisions for me. It was my fault and it was my responsibility to tell them that their daughter was dead.” Guilt, that’s the other thing that you could see in his eyes.

“I’m sorry—“ You started sarcastically, he laughed incredulously.

“You fucking need to be,”

“No, Robby, shut the fuck up. I’ve listened to you, your fucking turn to stand there and listen.” That stops him in his tracks, you’ve never had a confrontation with him before— hell, you had just barely had a conversation that didn’t involve a patient— and you had never been anything short of professional, but he wasn’t going to speak to you that way without getting it right back.

“First of all, the only fucking person I told was Jack, who I was asking to check on you. I wasn’t gossiping, I was worried,” you fucking dickhead. You started to add the sentiment to the end of your sentence but thought that may not help things, so you closed your mouth.

“Secondly, nothing about this is your fault.” You said, “I don’t care if you drove the kids to the festival yourself, unless you picked up a fucking AR, this is not your fault.” The word ‘kids’ set him off.

“She was just a fucking kid!” He yelled at you, but it obviously wasn’t at you. He yanked his stethoscope from around his neck and threw it behind you across the rooftop, you winced as you heard it land. His breathing picked up and he stumbled then recovered his balance and swiped at his nose, looking away from you. The tears were back, and threatening to spill. His respirations were getting faster and faster.

“Robby,” you started gently, taking half a step closer to him.

“No, I can’t—“ he pressed his palms to his eyes for a few seconds and then ran them up into his hair, balling his fists up and then releasing them before he dragged his hands back down his face, still refusing to meet your eyes. He dropped his hands back to his sides. His lip quivered and your chest ached, a single tear spilled from his left eye.

“Robby,” you reached up and touched his cheek, “Look at me,” you said softly.

“You’re right, she was just a kid and it’s not fair. Jake blames you and it’s not fair. This whole thing, not fair.” You said, your voice barely above a whisper. If he had to concentrate on what you were saying then it may be enough to snap him out of the panic attack he was about to enter. His hand reached up to cover yours that was still resting on his cheek, his eyes finding yours after a few seconds. Your thumb swiped at the tear.

“You deserve a little bit of grace, you can’t win ‘em all.” You said softly.

“I feel like it’s the important ones that I can’t win,” He said, shifting his gaze back to the skyline but not moving his hand.

“They’re all important,” you whispered, “That’s something you taught me. They’re all somebody’s somebody. They all have changed someone life, in one way or another, and that’s why it sucks so bad when we lose them.”

“I’m sorry,” he said looking back at you and dropping his head. You let your hand drop back to your side when he did. Something about touching him made you feel a little too warm and fuzzy “I should have never spoken to you like that.” You gave him a soft smile.

“It’s okay, does it help to know that I’d do it again?” You asked, he snorted and shook his head, you let your smile fall.

“As much as you wanted to be, you were not the best thing for her parents and you didn’t need to be the one to tell them, for them and for you. You have to take care of yourself too, Robby. You’re important to too many people to not.” He nodded slowly, like he was taking in that information for the first time.

“And if you’re done harassing me,” you said with a smirk, “I have to go back to work.” You started towards the door and Robby chucked and caught your arm, the warm fuzzies were back when you saw him smile and felt his hand on your bicep. His smile fell, and he dipped his head a little to meet your eyes.

“Thank you.” He whispered.

A/n: I wrote this in three hours, it’s not beta read bc this is strictly a hobby, asks are open for requests (or words of affirmation bc ya girl thrives there) but i make zero promises, this could be built off of if ppl like it? Idk i hope you enjoyed <3

—Arren

[jupiter-dragonsong]

Thinking obsessively about what it’s gonna be like if/when Harrow gets back.

Imagine you’ve been trapped in the form of your dead pet for almost ten years. You come back home— except your house is burned down, hundreds of years of your family’s history are ashes now and you weren’t there. Everything that belonged to your wife is gone.

You come back (to the place built over your) home and to your son, who was ten years old when you last saw him and is now an adult leading a government. He’s so serious now. You remember him stealing sweets from the kitchen and now he’s lead battles. You’ve missed all of his teenage years.

Also, he’s best friends- blood brothers, really- with a dragon. A dragon who’s the spitting image of your wife’s murderer, whose father was the closest thing you had to a mortal enemy. And here they are, chatting and eating jelly tarts and ruling alongside each other and acting for all the world like siblings. Nobody sees anything strange about this.

Last time you saw your stepson he was an awkward teenager with low self-esteem and a schoolboy crush on his friend. Now he has been through hell and back, achieved feats never thought possible to humans, and committed unspeakable acts for those he loves. He’s also married to one of the assassins sent to kill you. Your entire life you’ve been taught that elves were monsters and now you have one as a daughter-in-law. But she’s also a really nice girl? You’re actually really glad he found someone like her. You weren’t there to give him advice. You weren’t there to see them married. (It would be interesting if Harrow finds out he’s going to be a grandparent… @tategaminu) You also have to see the leader of elven assassins at family functions now. Which is awkward but he seems to really care about your sons now?

Your sister-in-law is also married to an elf. A elf queen, actually. One she’d been fighting against for years before… everything. She really, really hated elves back in the day. Now she’s married to one. Whiplash.

Your best friend is dead. He went directly against your orders and that is why you are here. He tried to have your sons killed. He took over your kingdom. He awoke ancient evils. The man you knew was gone long before he died but you can’t stop yourself from mourning. His sweet, quirky daughter has gone down paths darker than you thought were possible. His son, among the most loyal of your guards, has grown out of being a bully and is now a devoted friend to your children.

Everything has changed. The world you knew, the family you knew, is completely unrecognizable. And yet… the cycle of hate is broken, just like you always wished it would be. Even if it’s going to be hard for you, this is what you wanted for your kids. A world with open borders, ruled by a narrative of love.

Also the world is ending really soon! You are finally there for your family again and they are living with the threat of death looming over their heads. You have returned to your kingdom and it may soon be destroyed. This is not what you wanted for them.

Someone write something please.

[andywritingstuff]

It wasn't a secret that Kento Nanami is a romantic at heart; dreaming of a white picket fence life. A wife, kids, all that jazz. However, how he lived his life wasn't exactly marriage material. He swore that he wouldn't fall in love with anyone. He erected walls around his heart, guarding it behind lock and key.

 And it worked. Until you came along.

 You, with those long lashes and gorgeous eyes. That smile and oh how soft your hands were when they accidentally brushed against his, how you always spluttered out “sorry,” quickly and quietly - his demeanor didn't give anything away, but he felt like he was burning from the inside out whenever he was in your presence.

 He started to linger around you, wishing to just listen to your voice or feel that electric buzz of cursed energy that flowed in and around you - unique, just like anything and everything else about you. Although quiet, he was satisfied. Did you think he was weird? Perhaps you did. But for Kento, being was enough.

 “It isn't worth the hassle,” he tells himself. After all, he'll probably die early. On a mission. He probably wouldn't be grieved if he died right now. And you don't deserve that instability. You deserved a man that could come home, guaranteed, every single day. You deserve someone that could strike up a conversation with you so easily. Just like Gojo—

 The mere thought has him fuming in a way he has no right to. Of course, you could choose to be with anyone you wanted. Still, the mere thought of Gojo Satoru, of anyone that wasn't him, being the only person to have the exclusivity of your affections, of those discreet glances, of knowing you like he wants to, has his heart thrumming against his ribcage at an unsteady rhythm and his jaw clenching like he wanted to chew on his own teeth. No, pulverice his own teeth. 

 Little by little, pebble by pebble, you have, unknowingly, broken down the barriers that Kento Nanami had built around his heart. All with just being there, doing nothing but existing.

 “It isn't worth the hassle,” that's something he keeps telling himself, but he's made up his mind.

 He's completely devoted to you.

Small gestures such as buying your favorite drink from the vending machine because he's seen you drink the same thing every time. Offering you some “spare” lunch because he “accidentally” made too much food yesterday. Giving you a ride home because “it's on his way” (it isn't). Finding little excuses every day so he could spend time with you. So he could get to know you outside of fighting curses or bad-mouthing the higher ups or teaching the students.

 Kento Nanami, as previously mentioned, is a romantic at heart. He fully believes you're the woman that's supposed to be his until death do you part, but he just… Can't bring himself to do this to himself. To you. What if he doesn't come home again? What if he gets too injured by a curse and he's not the same again? 

 But even as the thoughts plague his mind and make his face contort into a worried expression, your presence eases his heart. Your presence, your soft “hey, what's up?” And he can just smile - a tiny one, sure, but a smile nonetheless. 

 “It's nothing,” he replied, “thinking about some curse.” Love is the most twisted curse, isn't it? Inserting itself like a nasty maggot and eating his dead insides and replacing them with a warm fuzzy feeling all over, a crave for you. A need for you, you, you, you.

 Over the course of a couple of months, you've been growing closer to one another. Close enough to know you're not just a friend, but someone he holds dearly. Someone he cares about. Someone he loves against his will. 

 He remembers the first time you called him by his name. Until then, you've only called him Nanami - which is fine. He prefers professionalism while on the clock, but it slipped out of your lips so naturally, so easy. Like it was meant to be.

 A curse had hit him. A Special Grade grade - it was supposed to be a lower grade. Still, he got too careless, and the curse hit him. “Kento!” You had yelled out, and, despite the pain that radiated through his entire body, he could still feel the movement of that nasty love maggot eating away at the last of his dead insides to make space for all of you. The last pebble of the wall around his heart being destroyed like it was never there. 

 “It isn't worth the hassle,” he tries convincing himself but loving you is like second nature to him. Running to shield you from a cursed energy hit, only to see you do the same for him. Loving and protecting you comes like breathing to him - no, like having a heartbeat. It wasn't a hassle. It was in his nature.

 “It isn't worth the hassle,” but as he sees your worried expression and he brushes his thumb along your cheekbone with relief painted delicately over his features, he can't help but give you a kiss to your forehead and wrap two strong arms around you, keeping you close to his chest, listening to his heartbeat, a silent reminder that he was here. Alive. Safe. Just like you were. And he has to remind himself that this isn't a hassle. This isn't a chore. This isn't something he's expected to do - he just does it.

 The silence after the fight settled. The air was crinkling with energy, his entire body was shaking with adrenaline and he could feel you, too.

 “Darling,” he finally murmured against your hair, closing his eyes and allowing himself to relax. "I'm here." He assured you, his caresses on your hair and back a silent confession to his feelings.

 Kento Nanami is a romantic at heart. And only you've been able to know how much of a romantic he truly is. 

[archangeldyke-all]

imagine Jinx survives and just pops up on readers's doorstep, and she's like, "...yay! I uhm..survived!" And sevika and reader are dumbfounded

ok lemme make up for that sad shit i wrote earlier today

also fuck it i'm gonna make it so isha's alive too don't ask me how

men and minors dni

nice as it is to live in a healing zaun, your new life comes with a few anxieties you never had to experience in the undercity.

the pressure of the entire city's infrastructure being overseen by just sevika is crushing. as much as the city is flourishing under her say-so, there are nights where you have hold her through her anxiety attacks.

there's the ever looming threat of an attempt on her life. she's made a lot of powerful rich enemies, and there have already been a few attempts.

and then there's just the grief. sometimes it paralyzes her, and you worry one day you won't be there to talk her out of the dark place she gets lost in.

so when you get home from the markets to the sounds of your wife sobbing in the living room, you picture the worst.

the eggs splatter to the kitchen floor as you drop your grocery bags to sprint through the house, dread coursing through your veins.

"sevika!? sevika, what's going on!?" you ask, horrified when you enter the living room. she's on her knees near the front door, her back shivering as she sobs. she's clutching something close to her chest and shuddering. "what is it!? sev, what's happening?!" you grab her shoulder and give her a tug, and your heart stops.

two matching heads of blue hair, one natural, one dyed, lift up from sevika's arms to look at you. "hey, sweetcheeks." jinx greets with a watery smile.

you collapse to your knees, sobbing and crawling forward to reach your family. "i-is this a dream?" you ask, grabbing isha's face in your hands. the girl smiles, in your grip and reaches up to grab your hands. sevika's arm wraps around your back.

"we... had to get away for a while. figure some things out. i'm sorry i didn't tell you-- i thought i'd have time to say goodbye during the war." jinx says. you reach one hand out to cup her face, desprately trying to soak up the sight of her.

her eyes are still pink, but the bags beneath them have lessened. her once shaved hair is now tickling her shoulders, and for the first time since you've known her, she's a little too big for the pants she's wearing.

and isha. isha's gold eyes shimmer just the same as they always have, and though she's taller and older, she's still got the same sweet, innocent smile she always had.

"this is real?" you ask, reaching out to tap sevika's arms.

"i don't know." she admits.

jinx chuckles. "always drama with these two, eh?" she asks. isha giggles and wipes up her snot with a nod.

missed you, ms. baby. she signs.

you pass out.

when you wake up, your heart sinks, and tears well up in your eyes.

a dream.

it was a fucking dream.

you should've known better. you wonder how many fucking years are gonna pass before you stop having these horrible, gut wrenching dreams.

"sweetcheeks? you awake? you hit your head pretty hard there-- can't have you dying right when we got reunited."

you gasp and snap up in bed, blinking owlishly at jinx. she chuckles and waves at you from her perch at the foot of the bed. something stirs beside you and you snap to your side, tears welling in your eyes when you find isha sleeping beside your pillow.

"it's real?" you ask. jinx giggles and nods, crawling forward slowly to wrap her arms around you. you sob in her arms and she laughs. "where the fuck is sevika?"

"would you believe me if i said she passed out too?" she asks. you pull away to gawk at her, and jinx sputters a laugh. "kidding! she's making up the guest room for us."

"not the fuckin' guest room anymore. you two are never leaving again, do you understand?" you ask, clutching jinx's face in your hands. she chuckles.

"alright."

"i'm not kidding jinx. you do that shit to me again, and i don't care if you're actually dead, i will raise you from the dead just to kick your fucking ass."

jinx cackles. "alright!"

"oh my god, i love you so fucking much." you sob, wrapping her back up in your arms. "i'll fucking kill you if you ever do that again i love you so much."

"alright, alright, janna, you're worse than sevika."

"she already gave you this talk?"

"when you were knocked out, yeah." she chuckles.

you huff and kiss her head. tears soaking her hair as you clutch her to your chest with one arm, the other reaching out to hold isha's ankle. "did you... sort all your shit out?" you ask.

jinx nods against you. "most of it. will you help me... stay on track?" she asks. you nod against her.

"there's nothing else i'd rather do in the world."

despite the fact that she's made up the guest room, none of you even attempt to pretend like the girls will be sleeping anywhere but in your arms tonight.

that's to say, the girls sleep. you and sevika stay wide awake, gawking down at them, memorizing their faces.

"they're really... here?" sevika whispers, tracing a finger down the bridge of isha's nose. the girl snorts in her sleep. you chuckle.

"yeah." you say, tears in your eyes. "they're here."

"i don't think i'm gonna ever stop crying." sevika says.

you giggle. "yeah, me neither."

"i love you so much." she whispers.

"janna, sevika. i love you too."

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[pressureplus]

I actually have this request in my head for a while now... but I'm not sure if you be up to do it so thank to let me know if you will do it or not. Fem! Reader who is happily married and live together with Sebastian (when he still human). Until, Sebastian was arrested and sentence to dead. Reader found no long after his dead that she was pregnant. Years later, Sebastian manage to escape Hadal Blacksite probably very injured in the process. He was soon spotted by the kid that look similar to his human self (the kid probably be now close to be a teenager now), as the kid call up their mother. Sebastian was shocked to see his wife come to view.

I'm looking 👀

Love this dramatic shit, I'm SO here for it!

I'm going to be referring to your son as S/N, so y'all can name your boy yourselves! (I'm real interested in the stuff you might choose, so if you wanna put them in the replies, I'd love to see your baby names!)

Smaller Hands

Pairing: Sebastian Solace x Fem!Reader

Au: [Unnamed]

Warnings: Mentions of Pregnancy, an Absent Father, injury, and Imprisonment

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He had been running a very long time before he got to where he was now.

Escaping the Blacksite was only the beginning of his long, long journey home. He had wrestled himself from the depths of the deep ocean and fought his way all the way up to the light far, far above him.

Breaking through the surface of the water had provided him with a hope he never thought he'd see truly grow into something he could really hold. Sunlight and open air and a horizon that stretched endlessly in every direction... Sebastian hadn't known freedom in over 10 years, but there it was.

The way the natural light caught the glint of his wedding ring had him already tearing through the water with a grin, energy back in his tired body. It certainly wasn't his original ring, no, that one wouldn't fit on his new, much larger hand anymore, but the replacement that he got so he could wear a ring on his hand and not just as a pendant was enough of a visual reminder of his love, sending him treading the water the way this body was made to do. He had to get to his wife.

He had to see his Y/N again. That's always what his efforts were for.

It was days before he even reached a beach, and weeks of dragging himself through the shadows and the alleyways, keeping himself out of sight. He would squint at road maps and try to figure out how he was going to get himself home, not very well able to get on the public transport or drive himself there with a body like this. He had to be more than a little creative with how he was going to cross the countless miles between his lover and himself if he wanted to make it there at all. He'd spend his seemingly endless days hopping trains and swimming rivers just to close the distance faster, like it may wash away the last decade he's had to go without her.

Sebastian could only hope she waited for him, though those chances were next to none. She had been there the day he was 'executed', watching him get taken back to the chair that was supposed to put his story to its end. She has every right and reason to think he died that day, and he could never be angry or upset if she decided she still needed to be held the way his other hands used to hold her... Would these hands even fit her anymore? They'd outgrown his first ring... Would they be too big to hold hers anymore? The painful thought was a reoccurring one, and it plagued every dream he had in the moments he would manage to rest.

He's nearing his old cottage now, beaten and scarred from the long trip home, more than a little bit tired and definitely hungry. He's barely going to make it if he manages to get to the doorstep at all, but more thankful than ever he'd made his home with her outside of the city and out into the woods so he might have a moment to his thoughts. He could very well find her with another man, or he could find a completely new family, or even find nothing but flowers and trees- The life that he made with her could be all but ashes on a breeze that swept this place years ago. She could be a memory and this could all be for nothing just as easily as anything else. He wouldn't even have a right to be angry... He wouldn't even feel a right to cry if she's decided to move on.

"SNAKE MAN! SNAKE MAN!!!"

He's shaken from his pondering by an unfamiliar voice, a starry eyed child fumbling out of the bushes like a little animal.

He nearly panics and flees before the brave, feral little boy reaches out for his hand and looks up at him like something right out of a story book- Which, he supposed may be fair given the way that he looks now.

"Are you a forest monster!? Do you grant wishes and eat people and stuff?!" It's clear the boy doesn't know fear, young and small still, with new eyes... But familiar ones.

Sebastian's heart drops into his stomach when he begins to recognize the thick, dark hair and deep brown eyes. This boy is the spitting image of the way he looked when he was around 10 or 11... It's like he's been pulled right from Sebastian's old childhood photos.

Too dumbfounded to speak, Sebastian stands there, every muscle in his body tense while his eyes flick around the boy's face trying to figure out how this could be.

"S/N! What are you doing talking to strangers, you were supposed to be at least playing in the yard and not the woods before the sun started setting." Y/N rounds the trees with a stubborn look on her face and immediately freezes when her gaze meets Sebastian's.

The air is knocked out of the both of them, leaving them only able to stare, and he notes the way she's remained nearly the same as the day that he was forced to leave her behind. Like a flower that never wilts, she stands as beautiful and as amazing as she was when he had first met her. Frozen with an expression he can't place, she makes no motion to do anything at all. The larger man acts first at the realization she must be frightened of him, going to put his two unheld hands up and open his mouth to explain himself-

"You said not to talk to strangers, this is CLEARLY a forest monster." Little S/N beats both of them to the punch and confirms to Sebastian all at once that his attitude is as strong in his blood as that unruly dark hair is.

"Heed your mother, would you? I could very well eat you." Sebastian ushers the child forward with a playful threat, the boy in reference pouting and looking back up at him.

"Come on, I'm only out a little bit late! It's not dark yet! Monsters only eat people in the dark." The boy argues, unfamiliar with the idea of real danger, it seems, but certain of himself the way only children really can be.

"Sebastian I can't believe it... Is it you? Am I losing my mind?" Putting the scolding and corrections on her son's statements off for a better time, Y/N looks up at the mutated form of her lover, hoping she might be right. When Y/N speaks, it's soft and uncertain, a hand going to rest on her child's shoulder so as not to lose him while she's distracted.

"You recognize me?" His heart practically jumps into his throat and he struggles to cope with how quickly she's guessed it was him.

"If not for the way one soul knows another, then for your voice and... Our ring." Unafraid just as well, she walks right up to the towering creature and brings her hand up to the necklace it's strung onto around his neck.

"Am I too late?" Sebastian asks, still scared.

"You're late, but never too much. You had better come home now though." She gets firm near the end and he laughs, melting.

"Awe that's no fair! I'm in trouble for being a few minutes late and he gets to be gone forever!" The boy whines and Y/N seems to laugh when she ruffles his hair.

"You can be out of trouble because it's a special day. Now, let's go home and get you to bed." Y/N's eyes stray back up to her husband, the fondness that was there in those beautiful eyes he fell in love with was something that had grown blurry and hard to recall until now. The way her gaze rested on him so softly brought him back like he'd never left in the first place.

"I think I have some things to talk about with your monster, here." She smiles at him and goes to slide her hand into his, the cold feeling against his palm of her own ring -the matching one to his from the promise that they'd made at that altar a long time ago- made him feel warm again, and made him feel alive.

"Yes, I've got a lot of things I've been waiting to tell her for these years we've spent apart."

[urmomschocolatemilk]

you should totally write abt domestic dad! simon ♥♥♥ and how like having kids just made him love reader more ♥♥♥

“Mama!”  

The door to your shared bedroom bursts open, breaking the peaceful Saturday morning silence and abruptly waking you and Simon. His arm is thrown around you loosely, but your bodies have drifted to opposite sides of the bed overnight.  

You groan, still sleepy as the two toddlers come running in after one another, launching themselves onto the bed, and landing with a thud in between you and your husband. 

“Mommy! Daddy! Wake up!” They yell, scrambling to stand from where they landed on their bellies and knees and beginning to jump up and down on the mattress. You should scold them for jumping on the bed but you’re too tired.  

“We’re up, we’re up.” Simon reassures groggily, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Since the moment they were born there was always a fondness in his tone when he spoke to them, whether he was scolding them or listening to them babble about their day. Even now, when he’s half asleep, you can hear it laced into his words. It's subtle but prominent.  

He pushes himself to sit up, while you stay cuddled under the blanket, trying to savor the warmth of the pillows and blankets

Your daughter giggles, jumping onto Simon. He lets out an exaggerated groan, closing his eyes and sticking out his tongue as if dead. A moment later he pops open one eye. “You’re going to kill your old man if you're not careful sweetheart," He warns her. She grins lopsidedly at his words.  

“You’re not that old daddy," she assures him, and he shakes his head with a chuckle, turning to watch their much calmer son, who's shuffling his way under the covers. You open your little cocoon of blankets, lifting it and allowing him to slide in next to you. 

“Mama,” he starts once he’s comfortably situated, “can we make pancakes for breakfast?” His eyes are big and pleading as he asks. It makes you smile at him. How could you ever say no to such a look?  

“Yes, baby we can,” you lean over pressing a kiss on his forehead. He beams.  

“I want to stir!” He exclaims excitedly. Simon holds back a chuckle at the way you wince at such a loud statement so close to your ears. His eyes gleam with love.  

“No, I want to stir!” Your daughter protests with a pout.  

“You guys can take turns,” you decide for them. Your daughter grumbles a bit but quickly shrugs it off, sliding off Simon and jumping off the bed.  

"The last one in the kitchen is a rotten egg!” She calls, beginning to run out of the room. Hearing her words, her brother quickly clamors out of the bed next to you and runs out behind her.  

The little boy shouts behind her in protest, “Hey! That's not fair. You got a head start!”  

You sigh exasperatedly, watching them go, then glancing at your husband. His eyes are already on you, watching with adoration.  

“What?” you ask, catching his sweet gaze. You can't help the smile that etchs its way onto your face under his eyes. You feel like a school girl with a crush again.

He doesn't respond, reaching for you and gently pulling you towards him so he can cradle your face in his hands. For a moment he just looks at you, a small, soft smile forming on his face as he strokes his thumb on your cheek. He swears he can feel his heart grow tenfold every time he looks at you.

If you had told Simon fifteen years ago that in due time, he’d be married with two rascal toddlers running around his cozy home he would have laughed in your face and called you crazy. He had given up on the idea of a wife and kids for a long time but you changed that. You brought back those dreams and turned them into reality.  

Simon leans down to kiss you gently, a soft whisper leaving his lips.

“I love you.”

[gor3-hound]

don't hold your breath(nobody's home)

ft. leon kennedy x fem!reader

cw: 18+ content, dead dove, uncle-niece incest, non-con, loss of virginity, very minor blood description, forced alcohol consumption, alcoholism from leon ofc, reader gets slapped, age gap, guilt, one threat, fingering, p in v, non-consensual creampie, crying, idk leon feels entitled cause his brother sucks, reader hinted at having nice tits idk

a/n: sorry if this sucks ass... my motivation for writing has been non-existent w real life stuff n all the drama so... i feel like this is awful but here we are. title from razzmatazz by idkhbtfm... not proofread i'm sorry </3

word count: 1.9k words

Leon knew he had a drinking problem. He just hadn't realised it had gotten this bad. He couldn't even get his dick up with viagra anymore. He frowns as he looks down at the brunette he was planning to fuck, tempted to try and just push it in soft.

He ends up just kicking her out to drown his sorrows. He wasn't dealing with this shit tonight, not when he was seeing his asshole brother tomorrow. Pretty wife, perfect kids. His job pays better than Leon's ever will, and he didn't need to undergo years of trauma. Lucky bastard.

Leon does what he does best that night and drinks enough whiskey so he can pass out without worrying about the nightmares coming to ruin his night. 

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He hasn't seen you in a good six years. You were still playing with dolls and shit when he last visited. Makes him feel stupid when he brings you a plushie as a gift. Clearly he forgot how time worked, cause he still expected you to be thirteen. You still hug him and say thank you, sweet as ever. When his brother said he'd be watching the house and looking after you, he didn't expect to see you so... grown. Too old to need a babysitter, really. Even if your parents are gonna be gone for a week.

He gulps as his hands settle on your hips, trying to prevent you from pressing against his hardening cock. Down boy. At least his dick still works. It just took his college-aged niece to get it up. Doesn't help that you've got your tits smooshed against his chest.

Therapy was gonna be a doozy this week.

He could only pray that this doesn't turn into anything. The last thing he needed was his dick being the thing that got him thrown into prison for doing something stupid to you, no matter how cute that body of yours is. That's a new one, he thinks, mentally slapping himself for even thinking about touching you like that. He'd never do it, of course. That's sick, and he knows it. He's just so frustrated. And you're hot. A total babe. Somehow, you managed to get a better rack than your mom. Must be the Kennedy genes coming in. Leon's got tits for days.

He knew he had a drinking problem, but he never thought he'd lose himself this much. He never thought about hurting anyone. He's not a bad guy. It's just that every time he tried to be with someone, he just couldn't get his body to react the way he wanted. That's what the oxytocin was for, he thought, already thinking about taking a swig of whiskey from the flask in his pocket. If only that fucking stuff worked on him. The part of his brain that controlled his cock seemed to be permanently on vacation, and his wires clearly got crossed somewhere if he wants to fuck his own blood.

Whatever. He could get through a week alone with his niece without any trouble. He's faced worse monsters than the ones making themselves present in his mind right now. He'd keep his distance, and all would be okay.

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That didn't work. Of course it didn't. You were just as clingy with him as you were when you were a kid, following him around like a lost puppy. He's convinced he's clutching the glass of whiskey in his hand hard enough to shatter it as you curl up against his side. His cock is throbbing, and he seriously hopes you don't notice how the fabric of his jeans is getting a little strained.

You really need to stop with those tits. He's gonna lose it if they brush his arm one more time. He's not sure what it is about you, particularly, that has him acting like a teenage virgin again, but his self-control is wavering by the second. He hasn't paid a single second of attention to the movie he was meant to be watching to keep his mind off of you.

Fuck this.

He takes a swig of whiskey that drains half the liquid in his cup in one gulp. Liquid courage and all that. Maybe he'd drunk a little too much while he was here, ‘cause his brain clearly isn't working right. Not when he's pinning you to the couch, kissing your neck despite your protests.

“Leon… Leon, what're you doing?” You force out, small hands pressing at his chest as if you'd be able to knock him off. Cute. He'd fought creatures six times your size. You didn't stand a chance. 

He starts undressing you, and you start writhing and crying, hitting his chest with clenched fists. He swallows the lump that builds in his throat, wiping the tears that fall down your cheeks.

“Shh… it's okay, I'm… I'm gonna take care ‘f you.” He murmurs, his voice slightly slurred from how much he'd drunk. You cry even harder when he presses a finger into you, making the guilt rise up faster in him. That's not fair. He's being nice. God didn't bless him with much, but at least he gave him a fat cock. You should feel lucky he's prepping you. Not making him feel bad.

“Hey.” He warns, shoving another finger in just to shut you up. You finch when he scissors you open. Poor thing. “That's enough. One more complaint for you, and I'll just force myself in.”

Shit. Now he really does feel like a monster. He's not drunk enough to handle the pure terror on your face at his words. He fumbles on the coffee table with his free hand as he lazily pumps into you with the other. Glass? No. Bottle.

Maybe you need some, too. Get you nice and pliant so you'll take his dick without bitching. Not a bad idea. He twists the cap off with his teeth, gulping some of the liquid down himself. He takes another mouthful before leaning down to kiss you, spitting the liquid into the back of your throat. He keeps your mouth on yours even as you try to jerk away, making sure you swallow it.

You really are adorable as you start coughing and spluttering. Such a sweet thing, you probably hadn't even drunk before. He lifts the bottle to your mouth, pouring some more into your mouth before setting it down, covering your mouth. “Swallow.”

He starts thumbing at your clit as he fingers you, relishing in the ways your whimpers turn into soft moans, your hips bucking against his hand. He manages to coax an orgasm out of you with a few more touches, a big smile spreading across his face.

“There we go, sweetie. See, that wasn't so bad, was it?” He coos, unbuttoning his jeans. The sound of the zipper has your eyes widening in horror, and he tuts softly. “What're you giving me that look for? It's your turn to take care of me now.”

There goes the begging and pleading again. It has his brows pinching together as a frown tugs at his lips. You really are his brother's kid. So goddamn ungrateful. He just took care of you, and now you just want him to… what? Fist his dick in the guest room?

He smacks you so hard your head snaps to the side, your breaths coming out in short gasps. You look better like that, tears stinging your eyes but your body completely limp. He can see the fight draining out of your eyes.

“I was gonna be nice.” He mumbles, brows furrowing as he lines his tip up with your entrance, forcing himself inside in one thrust. He groans loudly, shuddering as your tight heat envelops him. His eyes look down, locked onto your cunt as he fucks into you with long strokes. He freezes when he notices blood. He's not sure if he's happy or disgusted that he's your first. No wonder you put up such a fight.

You keep weakly begging him to stop, but your pussy is gushing all over him. It's not his fault he can't stop – you're giving him the hottest look he's ever seen, and your puffy cunt is so fucking greedy for his cock, sucking him back in everytime he starts to pull out.

“S-sorry… I'm so sorry…” He grunts, picking up the pace of his thrusts, groaning at the sound of your punched out moans as he drives into you with as much force as he can muster. You almost sound like you're enjoying it, but you're still fucking crying and he can't take it. His heart hurts.

“Baby, please…” He whispers, squeezing his eyes shut so he doesn't have to see the betrayal on your face. His arms tremble as he holds himself up, sloppily fucking into you. “I'm sorry… just stop cryin’, please…”

Every time his hips smack the fat of your ass, you're moaning out a ‘please’. With his eyes shut, he can pretend you're begging for more. That you like this. That is, until you start saying ‘stop’. He winces, but the movement of his hips doesn't falter.

“Fuck, baby… please stop begging.” He pleads, throwing his head back as his tip kisses your cervix. He whimpers as it makes you tighten around him, angling his thrusts to hit that spot each time he fully sheaths himself inside of you.

“I-I can't stop…you feel so… fuck. So fucking good. M'so close.” He groans. He can't even find the strength to pull out anymore. He buries himself balls deep in your cunt, grinding himself into your tight heat.

“L-Leon… please.” You say weakly, chest heaving with heavy breaths as panic sets in, your hands pushing at his chest. “Y-you gotta pull out, you can't… you can't.”

“What?” He breathes out, cracking his eyes open to look at you again. He looks genuinely confused. Why would he ever pull out when you felt so good? He can't bring himself to. “Baby, no. I'm cumming inside of you. Can't pull out now.”

That seems to bring your fight back. You start struggling under him again, punching him with all your strength. Luckily, that's not a lot. Especially when you're sluggish from your first time drinking and getting fucked. It's Leon's lucky day.

“Shit, baby. Don't look at me like that.” Or do. He's gonna cum if you keep staring up at him with that wide-eyed expression. “No need to be so scared, princess. I just… shit. Can't help myself.”

Doesn't take longer than a minute after that for him to finish. He buries his face in your neck, whining as he cums. His cock kicks inside of you, the warmth of his release filling every inch of you. You start sobbing all over again, slumping weakly against the couch.

He lies on top of you, his weight pressing you down into the couch. He pets your hair like you're a doll, his fingers carding through your hair.

“I'm sorry, baby. Forgive me. I'll be so good. Do whatever you want. Didn't mean it.” He murmurs, kissing your cheek over and over as if he's trying to get you to relax. He keeps it up until you fall asleep, wrapping you up in his arms.

When you wake up in the morning, you're fully dressed in your bed. You almost think it's a dream until you feel the dull throbbing between your legs.