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urcatslitterbox · 3 months ago

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Spencer Reid was never one to masturbate. Not that he thought it was wrong or had strong religious beliefs, it just wasn’t something he really dealt with. Not to say that he’s never done it, it was just rare. Sure there were times when he would wake up with morning wood, but it’d calm down the moment the cold water of his shower hit him.

But tonight? Tonight not even the freezing water of his shitty apartment shower could save him.

It was all because of that stupid work party. It’s no secret that Spencer thought you were the most beautiful person to ever walk the earth. He had come to terms with the fact that he has a huge slight crush on you a while ago.

Spencer was fine with this. He admired you from a safe distance and was able to keep things professional. Other than the occasional blush that would spread from his cheeks to the tips of his ears when you complimented him or touched him or looked at him- okay maybe it wasn’t as ‘occasional’ of an occurrence as it was an ‘every single day’ occurrence.

Spencer originally wasn’t even going to come to the party, but when he has overheard you talking about how excited you were to Penelope, well he just had to show up, at least for a little while. He stood in the corner observing the crowd and playing with the cuffs of his sleeves. When he looked up next he nearly keeled over at the sight of you coming in.

Here you were in this fitted red dress with a sheer black overlay. It hugged your curves so deliciously he could’ve sworn he started drooling. Spencer had seen you in casual clothes before but this? This was something else entirely.

He didn’t realize you were in front of him until he heard your sweet voice asking if he was alright. Clearing his throat and running a hand through his hair, he tried to play off his strange behaviour and excused himself. Spencer all but ran to the restroom and splashed water on his face to calm himself down. God what was he supposed to do? He can’t just leave now it would look weird as the party only just started. Drying his face, he steadied himself to get through an hour or so of this party and then he would be free to leave without raising suspicions.

That’s how he found himself here, in his bed. Rock. Fucking. Hard.

He tried everything he could to make it go away but no matter what he thought of it always lead back to you and that dress.

He’s desperate at this point and his cock painfully hard in his pants. He knows he shouldn’t be doing this but he’s no longer in control as his hand cups the obvious bulge. A whimper escapes him at the slight touch. He’s quick to shimmy his pants off and rub himself over his boxers. He pulses and twitches at the contact but it’s not enough, he needs more. Reaching to the side of him he grabs hold of a pillow and positions it over his cock.

He presses the soft, puffy, fabric against him and lets out a gasp. His hips buck up involuntarily and the next thing he knows, he’s thrusting up against the pillow at an unsteady rhythm. “Fuck” he moans out as his mind begins to wander. He can’t help but imagine you. Your perfect body pressed against his, rocking back and forth on his clothed cock. He’d hold your waist so tightly as he ruts up into you, loving the way you feel in his hands. Your perfect tits bouncing as you rub yourself against him, using him for your pleasure.

He speeds up his movements as he feels his cock leak precum. “Can feel how messy you are” you’d say, “you like when I rub my pussy over your hard cock?”

Yes, god yes he loves it.

“Please” he moans into empty room. Changing his position, Spencer straddles the pillow and thrust hard and fast wishing it was you. “So desperate Spence, humping my pussy, can’t even wait to get inside of me can you?”

His eyes roll back as he fucks into the pillow like his life depends on it. The friction feels so good against him but he knows it’s nothing compared to how you’d feel. Tight, warm, wet walls sucking in his cock.

His underwear are soaked in his own precum at this point but he doesn’t care. He just wants to cum. His thrusts grow ragged along with his breathing. He’s so close. So so close. “Gonna cum for me? Gonna cum from humping my pussy Spence?”

“Yes, yes please! I’m gonna cum god I’m so close” Spencer cries before his thrusts stall and fills his boxers with cum.

He rolls onto his side as he twitches with aftershocks. Breathing heavily, he slowly comes back to earth. Feeling the stickiness in his briefs he cringes and peels them off, tossing them to the floor.

Spencer Reid was never one to masturbate, but when he did? It was always to the thought of his beloved, sexy coworker.

A/n: um happy Valentine’s Day I guess?? This is not valentines-esque at all but it came to me in a vision. Hope you enjoyed!

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sweetsugarcakes · 9 months ago

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Could we please get general relationship headcanons for Erza, Juvia, and Mirajane? Thank you!

of course💟

General relationship headcanons

Erza, Juvia and Mirajane

Erza Scarlet

⚔️ she’s such a silly girl who loves strawberry cake.

⚔️she even loves you more than strawberry cake and she says it

⚔️if you ever got captured by anyone…consider them dead. She’ll not let anyone hurt or even touch you.

⚔️she definitely carries you bridal style sometimes

⚔️ you two definitely have matching strawberry chains

⚔️when you compliment her, her cheeks warm up turning the color of her hair and the team teases her for it. Depending on who done it they’ll get beaten by her

⚔️she absolutely lets you get away with anything. For example if you were bickering with someone she wouldn’t stop it instead she’ll be on your side even if you’re wrong.

⚔️Gray and Natsu complain that you get special treatment from Erza whenever they get beaten up for what you did not too long ago.

⚔️as much as she’s tough on the outside she a soft girl inside. You make her flustered every time you say or do something.

⚔️in public she ruffles your hair everytime she’s sees you and occasionally kisses your forehead

Juvia Lockser

💧this woman is OBSESSED with you

💧she watches your every move. Literally stalking you, in a good way of course. She just cares about you and make sure your ok.

💧she’s 100% the jealous type. Anyone you talk to just a slight hint of if she thinks you or the person is flirting she’ll cling to your arm trying to hold herself back from drowning whoever you were talking too

💧you have picnics by the river with her when having a date. She loves cooking for you and she sometimes gives you gifts that she made herself.

💧she for sure kisses you in front of Lucy thinking she’s making her jealous like “See Lucy! My love [Name] loves me and not you” Lucy looked unbothered and looks at you where you just shrug because you don’t know either.

💧she does everything in her will power to make you happy not matter what it is.

💧if she sees you got hurt on a mission and you didn’t take care of the ones who hurt you. You’re definitely seeing them missing the next day.

💧people would often ask you why you like Juvia back. You tell them how pretty, cute and nice she is meanwhile they see her watching you behind a pillar thinking she’s creepy.

💧when you come back from a mission even if it was for two days she’ll rush into your arms hugging you, making you fall back hitting your behind on the ground as she keeps saying how much she misses you and couldn’t bear being without you

💧this girl is so possessive of you and loves you so much so protect her

Mirajane Strauss

💟she’s such a cutie when your in a relationship with her

💟most of the time she plans the dates. The dates would be over the top what no one but her would think of

💟she’s the girlfriend if she’s mad at you she only has to give a certain look and you know when to shut up or your in trouble

💟everytime coming back from a mission she’ll always have something to drink for you and kisses your cheek multiple times to where she kisses your whole face

💟her sister Lisanna loves you but with Elfman he’s a bit protective of her so dont upset mirajane in front of him

💟she LOVES to cuddle with you. She’ll invite you to her apartment and she had all blankets and pillows set up for the two of you

💟she does buy you gifts like every day. If she sees something that she thinks of you she’ll buy it. Literally would spend her whole allowance on you.

💟if your hurt she’ll treat your wounds with her medicine and her kisses of course.

💟she definitely gossips with you about who would most likely be in relationship and just drama at the guild in general.

💟she loves you so much and cherishes you always and makes that known that your hers in the guild.

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freyito · 2 years ago

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ᴊᴏʜɴɴʏ ᴄᴀɢᴇ & ᴋᴇɴꜱʜɪ ᴛᴀᴋᴀʜᴀꜱʜɪ + ᴀ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ-ꜱᴛᴀʀᴠᴇᴅ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ

this ones super self-indulgent, simply cause im in a bit of a mood and i need comfort. so why not write little drabbles with my HUSBANDS!!!! sorry im still working on requests! my schedule is packed and thursdays are about the only days i get to myself, so im working on them, i swear!!!

for more context, there's a couple different ways people can be touch-starved and how people react. i know some people seek out touch actively, but im one of the people who has an aversion to it. that's why it's written like the reader doesn't quite enjoy it!

also, this was kind of inspired by Kocham Wolność by Chłopcy z Placu Broni

cw: male reader, just fluff really, bonus, proofread

-Johnny Cage

Johnny's flashy, touchy, and over-the-top. Of course he is, he has to be. With his status, he wants everyone to know exactly who you are and show you off. You're all his, and only his, and he needs every single one of his fans to know.

So when you shy away from his touch, dodge away from his hand, or even keep your distance the very first time, his heart shatters. He doesn't quite know how to handle it. But he doesn't go with the same approach. He doesn't give up, either.

He's a sucker for physical touch, and if he's denied it, he doesn't know what to do with his hands. He quite literally looks down at them and wonders what he can do.

His first thought is that you dislike him, actually. That you hate him. He has a deep-seated fear of rejection, and for his beloved to turn away from his warmth and love, it stings. He overthinks, and he reacts as such.

Johnny is a 50/50 with being logical. It depends where he is and what environment he is in. However, with love, where he is completely and utterly vulnerable, giving his all to his boyfriend, logic does not take place with his emotions. He does not think that you do not seek the touch he seeks, he craves.

But, before he can let that vile, horrid, agonizing feeling in the back of his throat take hold, there's slight reassurance. A soft gaze that mends his broken heart, if only for a moment. That's when he finally rationalizes.

You don't even need to tell him at that point, he silently understands. Besides, he has other ways he can show his love for you. Spoils you rotten, tells you all he loves about you. See, he can find ways to make up for the lack of physical touch!

Johnny makes sure to ask you before any physical encounter. He asks to hold your hand, asks to hug you, asks to hold you, asks everything. And each time you say yes, he has the biggest grin on his face.

One night, while you two were sitting on the hood of Johnny's car by some cliff,- like those stupid romantic scenes in movies- you lean over to Johnny and rest your head on his shoulder. Your arms are touching, his shoulder provides a comfortable pillow. You feel safe. Gazing at the very few stars scattered in the sky, the night sky's beauty stolen by the city below (and by you, Johnny says). Johnny's beaming. He's trying so hard not to show it, he's trying to act cool. But he can't. He's almost vibrating because of the butterflies in his stomach. He's proud of you, he's in love with you, and god, he's so happy. He leans his head on yours, and whisper all sorts of sweet things, 'I love you', 'You mean so much to me', 'You're the most beautiful man I know', and 'Thank you'.

-Kenshi Takahashi

Since Kenshi focuses on touch mainly in the relationship, he has to re-evaluate how he goes about this without touch. He doesn't start off with it, like Johnny does. But he slowly builds up to it. And when he tries to place a hand on your shoulder, feeling you completely dodge him almost feels humbling.

He's at a loss. But unlike Johnny, his first thought is the right one. Perhaps you aren't ready, you aren't comfortable. And that's okay. He's going to think of different ways to seek out your affection, even though physical touch is the only way he really understands love.

But, he also understands. He knows what it's like to dislike touch, after years of hollow touch and forced affection. And he understands if you just don't trust him enough, he's empathetic.

He'll wait for you, however long it takes. He isn't afraid to admit it's a bit disheartening, but he understands and he loves you and he will always wait for you. He still cherishes your time together, and it isn't spoiled one bit. Besides, he can tell you just how much he adores you. He doesn't have to rely on touch every time.

Like Johnny, he will always ask. But he does prefer that you make the first move, at that point. Any little touch, he also cherishes. Even if it's your hand accidentally brushing against his while walking. You always catch a small smile from him when that happens.

He's happy as is, really. The lack of physical touch doesn't take away anything from the relationship or from you. Simply basking in your presence is enough for you. He adores you, and he knows you're his as much as he's yours. That understanding is really the only thing he craves in the relationship.

He relishes in every little touch you give him, however. Simply holding hands is the most intimate thing to him. He isn't big on PDA, but he loves holding your hand anywhere in public. Even if Sento offers slight guidance to him, he loves knowing you're there to guide him.

The night you finally initiated contact, he fell deeper in love with you. It was quiet, alone, still. In your room, you lay next to him, simply enjoying the pleasures of the mundane. You reach for his hand, and gently trace the ink on his hands. He's calm, collected, but inside burns a fire so bright, that you can feel his body temperature rise. He slowly turns his hand, opening his palm to you. For a moment, your fingers linger, tracing the creases in his hand, before finally intertwining your fingers with his. He turns his head to you, a soft and inviting small on his face. He breaks the silence, whispering an 'I love you, so much', before the silence lay over you two once more.

-Bonus! Johnny Cage AND Kenshi Takahashi

They both agree not to smother you and take their time with you and your comfort. Since most dates and activities will always center around all three of you, they're specifically gentle with you, and are rather hands off with both you and each other (as hard as that is for them).

Just because they are comfortable with each other and each other's touch, doesn't mean they are going to flaunt it. Kenshi believes the ideal is to slowly incorporate you into events. To suffocate you with the idea of touch is too much.

And they do just that. Johnny follows Kenshi's lead, really. Neither of them can live without your touch, and the idea of turning you away is a mutual fear.

When you found yourself between Kenshi and Johnny, simply "watching" a movie from Johnny Dearest, you ended up placing your head in Kenshi's lap, and your legs in Johnny's. You were tired, that was all. Just so happens you had the most comfortable men to lay on. Johnny gave Kenshi the most bewildered look, before realizing the man was still blind. But regardless, Kenshi almost shared the sentiment. However, Kenshi didn't waste his chance. He places his hand on your head, scratching at your scalp. While Johnny just revels in the fact that you've finally warmed up to them.

#*ੈ✩ freyito #mortal kombat 1 x reader #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat 1 x male reader #mortal kombat x male reader #johnny cage x reader #johnny cage x male reader #kenshi takahashi x reader #kenshi takahashi x male reader #johny cage x reader x kenshi takahashi

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f1-disaster-bi · 5 months ago

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more dando <3 Long distance relationship; receiving a good morning text every morning, until one day you don't. You are worried, but then there is a knock at your door.

Lando kept looking at his phone.

Normally, he could ignore the thing pretty well. All that was on there these days were friends and family checking if he was okay or haters tearing him apart and sending him death threats. It got easy to ignore his phone when he dreaded opening it but today he couldn't stop looking at it.

Today was the first day since Daniel had returned to Perth that Lando hadn't gotten a good morning text or a selfie from the other.

Ever since Daniel had lost his seat, he had made sure to text Lando every morning. They called every day or every other day, depending on Lando’s schedule. They were always texting or talking or leaving messages for the other. Just yesterday Daniel had left him a five minute voice note that was just him singing some song Lando hadn't heard of which was why it was so strange to see no text popping up on his phone. Lando tried not to fixate on it as he went about his morning routine. He turned on music and drowned his thoughts with a long, hot shower after his work out and tried not to be disappointed at the lack of messages. He got dressed, fixed his hair and still no messages. By the time he reached the kitchen and started the kettle to make some tea, Lando was pouting a little. He couldn't even deny it because he could see his reflection in the oven door. He could see the pout on his lips. "Maybe I should call...", Lando mumured to himself, anxiety building because what if something was wrong? Before he could ruminate on those thoughts, the buzzer for his door sounded and Lando was wiping the pout from his lips. A slight frown replaced it because he wasn't expecting anyone today. He almost didn't open the door but after he did, Lando couldn't stop himself from throwing himself at the person on the other side. "I missed you too, baby", Daniel laughed, instantly wrapping Lando in his arms and lifting him off the ground in a bear hug. "What are you-? How did you-?", Lando babbled for a moment before pulling back to smile at Daniel, "Hi" "Hi baby", Daniel smiled back, kissing Lando's cheek softly, "Going to let me in? It was a long flight. I was thinking we could take a cheeky nap" Lando didn't let him say another word. He just wormed out of his arms and grabbed Daniel's hand. Daniel didn't protest. He just let himself and his bags be dragged in the door and once it was closed, into Lando's room. He didn't even protest being pushed on the bed or being used as a human pillow. Not when they could finally curl up together like they'd been wishing for, for weeks.

#dando #lando/daniel #daniel/lando #prompts #prompt fills

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actualori · 2 months ago

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my fic submission for @mcyt-aro-week !!

day 6: coming out (yes it’s a few days late shhhh)

cws: none really, just some slight angst at one point

word count: 2,590

tldr: ori aro-beams sausage for 2.5k words

There’s one thing in life that Sausage has always wanted. And that was someone to love. Not as a friend, he already has plenty of those. Somebody to love. Somebody to hug and kiss and cuddle. Somebody to shower in care and affection and whisper sweet nothings to. Somebody who he would die for.

However, there’s a problem. No matter how hard he’s tried to find somebody to fill those requirements, he can’t.

He’s dated before, lots of people. At first, he thought maybe he was just dating jerks, but after raising the bar, he didn’t get his desired results. He didn’t get any in fact, he’d raised the bar too high. So he lowered it, maybe too much, which resulted in him dating Xornoth. And after dating them and royally screwing up his life, the bar now floats in some undefined limbo.

Now Sausage doesn’t know where to stand on love. He was very discouraged from his past experiences, but he refused to give up on falling in love.

“I just don’t get it,” Sausage complains, flopping onto fWhip’s bed.

“Don’t get what?” fWhip asks, glancing at him.

“Why can't I fall in love?”

“Maybe because you keep dating jerks? And get off my bed I’m trying to make it.”

Ignoring the request, Sausage sighs dramatically, “But still, it can’t be that hard!”

fWhip scoffs and tosses a blanket over Sausage. “It is, in fact, that hard. Besides, aren’t you already in love with Jimmy?”

“I’m not ‘in love’ with him, we aren’t even dating,” Sausage corrects, pulling the blanket off his face. “Besides, he’s already dating Scott. So unless they break up, which I doubt they will, I don’t have the chance to try and fall in love with him.”

“Thank goodness. I would never forgive you if you tried to date him.”

Sausage takes one of the pillows and throws it at fWhip, making him break out into giggles. “Meanie!” He shouts.

fWhip throws the pillow right back, which starts a short pillow fight between the brothers. Once they stop and catch their breath between their giggles, fWhip lays down next to Sausage.

“Seriously, what do you see in him?” fWhip asks.

Sausage thinks for a moment before answering. “Well, he’s nice, he’s funny, he’s pretty, and he makes an adorable face when he’s mad.”

“To each their own I guess.”

“I like him more than I liked Xornoth.”

“I don’t.”

Sausage stared at fWhip in shock. “Really? You like my horrible ex more than your petty rivalry? You like the demon that ruined my life and corrupted my mind and body and abused me and still gives me those horrifying nightmares?”

fWhip looked away. “I don’t. I’m sorry. I hate Xornoth more.”

“Thank you.” Sausage huffed and glared at his brother. He just smiled in response to try and lighten the mood. Sausage had come here for advice and comfort, not to listen to his crush get slandered.

They lay in silence for a few minutes. Does Sausage love Jimmy? Does he want to be his boyfriend? If so, would they ever fall in love? Would it end up like the rest of Sausage's relationships? Would they get married?

Does he even know what it means to be in love with someone?

“fWhip? Have you ever been in love?” Sausage asks quietly.

“Depends on what you mean by ‘in love’.”

Sausage hummed. “I don’t know. I guess I don’t know what it really means. What do you think?”

fWhip lets out a long sigh and sits up. “Sausage, I actually have to finish making my bed and get back to work. Why don’t you try asking Gem? She’s a lot smarter than me with stuff like this.”

“Yeah. Okay.” Sausage says, and he stands up. He puts back on his cloak and follows fWhip out the door. “Thanks for your help.”

“No problem. Good luck,” fWhip says as he escorts Sausage out of his house and closes the door behind him.

Now, Sausage is alone. He decides to walk to the Crystal Cliffs so he has some time to think. He already has a pretty good idea of what loving someone would be like, but what does it mean to be in love with someone? It is the thought of wanting to stay with someone forever, right? To want to love them and marry them and never leave their side. To want them to feel the same way about you.

Yeah, that sounds right. That’s probably it.

Thinking back to his experience with Xornoth, he definitely wasn’t in love with them. He thought he was at the time, but he’s since learned better. All relationships before that weren’t nearly as serious, so he was even less in love then. Jimmy and Scott are probably in love, maybe he can ask them what it’s supposed to be like.

He reaches the Crystal Cliffs after twenty minutes or so of walking. Gem is outside, tending to a small bed of flowers.

“I didn’t expect to see you here again so soon,” Gem said when she noticed Sausage approaching. He'd been here the night before, horribly shaken from a nightmare and seeking comfort from his sister.

“I need help,” Sausage explains, nervously wringing his hands together.

Gem stands up and brushes the small bit of dirt off of her. “What did you do this time?”

“Nothing! I just have a question!”

“Ask away.”

“What does it mean to be in love with someone?”

Gem pauses. She turns to look at Sausage with a surprised look on her face. She sighs, adjusts her ginormous hat, and asks. “Sausage, what’s going on?”

“Well, I’ve been thinking-“

“Wow really? I didn’t know you could.”

“-Shut up! I was thinking about love and the future and realized I didn’t really know what it meant to be in love with someone!”

Gem sighs again. “We’re going to have to sit down for this, aren’t we?” Not waiting for an answer, she takes Sausage by the arm and leads him inside her house. They walk upstairs and upon opening the bedroom door, Sausage immediately runs and flops onto her bed.

“I just made that!” She shouts exasperatedly over Sausage’s giggles. “At least take your shoes off!”

He does, along with his cloak. To her utter dismay, he bundles up in Gem’s perfectly made soft blankets and pillows and blinks innocently up to her.

“You are such a nuisance,” She grumbles with no real malice and sits down next to him on the bed. “Now tell me again, what do you want my help with?”

Sausage sighs. “I was thinking about my life and my future and started wondering if I’d ever fall in love.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Because I’ve always wanted to fall in love with somebody.”

“Yeah.”

“But then I realized that I don’t even know what it means to fall in love.”

“Mhm.”

“So I went to fWhip to ask him and he was no help-“

“Unsurprising.”

“-and he told me to ask you instead. Because you’re smart. And now I’m here.”

Gem nods and thinks for a minute. “Well, you were right to come to me and ask. What do you think it means to be in love?”

“Umm… I think it means wanting to stay with a person and love them and want to kiss them forever.”

“Okay,” Gem says as she grabs a small notepad and starts taking notes. What is this, therapy? Sausage already has a therapist! Maybe he should’ve asked them for help instead. “You said you’ve always wanted to fall in love with somebody, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

Why? Sausage pauses. Why does he want to fall in love so badly?

“I don’t know,” He confesses. That’s just what he’s always wanted. Falling in love has always seemed so delightful, and he's always been under the impression that you need to fall in love. That you need to date and get married and stay married to somebody forever. “I guess…” Sausage says, “Because I have to?”

“Do you though?”

Does he?

He stays silent for a few minutes, deep in thought. That’s what he’s always been told, by his parents, the books he’s read, his advisors, everyone. You have to fall in love and get married and have children. His kingdom needs an heir. But if he never falls in love he’ll never have a baby. No, that’s not true. He could always have a child with someone he doesn’t love, his parents did, but his childhood was terrible because of it, and he would never choose to bring that on someone else.

“Why do you think you have to?” Gem asks softly when Sausage doesn’t respond.

“So I’ll be happy,” He responds without thinking.

“Do you need to fall in love to be happy? Aren’t you already happy with us? Your friends? Your family? Your citizens?”

She’s right. He is happy. His life is great without a partner. “Yeah, I guess I am.”

“So you don't need it to be happy.”

“But I need it to have an heir. And I really really don’t want to have a kid with someone I don’t love. Look how that turned out for me!”

She hums in response and writes some more on her notepad. “That is true. Your heir needs to be biological, right?”

“Yeah.”

“So adoption is off the table. But do you really need to love your spouse to love your child? My parents didn’t love each other but they sure loved me and fWhip.”

Good point. Sausage could probably pull that off just fine. But if he’s already happy and having a child won’t be a problem, then why does he need to fall in love?

“Isn’t that… bad? To never fall in love?” He asks.

“No, it’s not. There’s nothing wrong with never falling in love in your life.”

Sausage blinks. “Oh.”

Gem puts her notepad down and faces her brother. She takes his hands in hers. “Sausage, do you actually want to fall in love, or do you just think you need to?”

“Of course I want to! Everyone does!”

“I don’t,” Gem corrects.

Sausage pauses and stares at her. That doesn’t make any sense. Why wouldn’t a person want to fall in love? Is she allowed to do that? Is he allowed to do that?

“You can do that?” He asks, flabbergasted.

Gem bursts out laughing. “Yes, Sausage. Of course, you can. Nobody’s forcing you to fall in love if you don’t want to. I don’t really care whether or not I get married, that’s not my priority in life.”

Sausage sits up and stares at Gem. This contradicts everything he’s ever believed. A wave of relief floods through him and is quickly replaced with confusion and aggravation in a way. Why did he spend his whole life believing a lie? That’s not fair.

Gem softens and says, “I’ll ask again. Do you actually want to fall in love?”

“No,” He hears himself say. “No, I don’t.”

Saying that lifts a weight off his shoulders. All of the pressure that he never noticed he was being crushed to death under dissipates. He doesn’t want to fall in love. He doesn’t want to get married. Why did he think he did? Because he was told he needs to? He doesn’t.

“In fact, now that I think about it, I’ve never… actually been in love with anybody,” He continues. “Not even the people I’ve dated. I don’t-“ A sob tears through his body, interrupting his words.

Gem wraps her arms around him in a warm hug. He accepts it, melting into the embrace and sobbing into her shoulder. Gem runs her fingers through his hair and rocks them back and forth. This is familiar. No matter how confusing Sausage’s life gets, this always stays the same. Gem will always be there for him. Once his cries quiet, he pulls away and looks at her.

“Feel better now?” She asks softly, letting go of the hug and taking Sausage’s hands in her own again. He nods and sniffles. Gem smiles and gently squeezes his hands. “I have something for you.”

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It’s been two days since Gem gave Sausage a thick book on sexuality. He’d been confused at first when she placed the book in his hands—he already knows that he’s gay, why would he need to learn more? But she just chuckled, gestured to the bookmark left between the pages, and reassured him that he does in fact need it.

He hasn’t read it yet. To be honest, he’s scared about what he might find. His life and perception of himself was already warped, he didn’t need another mind-blowing experience so soon. But he can’t avoid it forever.

Carefully, he picks up the book from his desk, sits down in the chair, and opens it to the bookmarked page. It’s the beginning of a chapter titled “Asexuality”. That’s a term he’s never heard before. He leans back in his chair and starts reading the chapter.

As he reads he starts to understand why Gem gave the book to him. Almost every doubt and question he’d ever had gets answered. Including the most important one. He’s never fallen in love because he doesn’t want to. His brain just isn’t programmed to. And knowing that’s perfectly normal is comforting.

He finishes the chapter in what feels like minutes despite the hour that has passed. Relaxing in his chair, he sighs. Everything is starting to make sense. It’s a lot, he’ll definitely have to reread the chapter several times again, but he understands himself. And that’s all he wanted.

– –

Gem was shelving books in the library when something slams into her from the side, knocking her to the ground. She cries out, the books in her arms flying everywhere. She turns to see who her now-giggling attacker is and to nobody’s surprise, it’s Sausage.

“Can I help you?” She asks as she pushes her brother off her.

“You already did!” He beams.

“I did? What did I do?”

Sausage picks up the book on sexuality from the pile on the floor and shoves it into Gem’s chest. “This!”

It takes her a moment to recognize the book but her face lights up and she gasps when she does. “Was I right?” Sausage nods and Gem pulls him into a hug. They both laugh in delight and hold each other on the floor of the library.

“I’ve learned that I am aromantic and asexual!” He says proudly once they calm down. “That means-“

“I know what that means,” Gem says with no malice. “How do you feel about knowing that?”

“Like my entire life was a lie.”

“But are you happy? Sad?”

“Oh I’m devastated,” He admits. “I’ve always wanted to fall in love and now I know I can’t. But I’ll be okay. It’s not easy discovering your sexuality, you know!”

Gem laughs again and pulls herself onto her feet. “You will be helping me clean all these books up.” She says as she helps Sausage up. He groans but obliges, picking the books off the floor and helping Gem shelve them.

There’s still more to do, like telling Pearl and fWhip, talking about it in therapy, asking Jimmy about his experience being in love and comparing it to his, learning more about his newly discovered sexuality, and replanning his life. But that all sounds incredibly tedious and stressful so he’s not going to worry about that yet. Right now all he needs to think about is where these books go.

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honeyblonde8929 · 1 year ago

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Our Home - Ellie X Reader Fanfiction.

TW - mentions of blood, bruises, wounds, swearing, slight NSFW

• You were injured during a patrol walk and Ellie tends to your abrasions. While talking, things get a little… heated.

“Fuck! Is she okay?”

Joel bought you to Ellie’s house by horseback. Your head was on Shimmers hips, it was making your head sway uncomfortably. The nauseous headache that was creeping through your forehead made you want to throw up. Though, it would be a bit embarrassing if you did that in front of your favourite people. Ellie rushed to you, clomping her boots into the thick snow. She was breathing rapidly, you could see the clouds of frost exhaling her lips. She was cradling your head when Shimmer stopped at the porch.

“Yeah.” Joel sighed, turning his head to you.“She’s just a bit banged up that’s all.”

Ellie swallowed a lump in her throat. Slightly rubbing her hands together in an anxious jitter. You could feel the vibrations tickling the back of your scruffed-up hair.

“…Infected?”

Joel got off Shimmer and you felt Ellie’s biceps poke into your ribs as she carried you through to her house.

Joel cleared his throat. “Not that I know of.”

“Okay. I’ll check her through.”

Ellie sat you down onto her sofa and propped a pillow under your knees. She stroked the back of your hand, noticing the cuts on your fingers. You enjoyed the way she was in charge and taking care of you, even though this wasn’t the best of moments.

“Thanks, Joel.” Ellie spoke, her voice cracking a little.

Ellie went up to Joel and gave him a small hug, they may not have been on the greatest of terms, but she wanted to still have a relationship with him. He held onto that hug like his life depended on it. He gently kissed the top of her hair, exchanged a few words and left. Ellie appreciated how hard he wanted it to work, to fix things. You should always be grateful for who you have. You don’t know how much time you have with them.

Ellie directed her attention to you. Thoughts circling her head, begging that you weren’t infected. It would break her.

“E-Ellie?”

“Shhhh. I’m here, alright? I said I would be, right?”

You chuckled slightly, blush tinging your cheeks, making your dimples poke through ever so slightly. Your head was in a blurry haze, a foggy mist, but having Ellie comforting you demolished the darkness and shone a beautiful light in between.

Ellie helped by taking your clothes off and heated some warm water in a bowl to soak your swollen feet, blisters cascaded across your heels. You’ve never exposed yourself to Ellie before, but you only trusted her with tending to your body.

“This’ll sting a bit okay? I just need to clean your cuts.”

She started by patting softly on the gashes running down your arm and upper chest. It hurt like hell, but you knew that this would quickly pass. Whinging from the stabbing pain, she went back to stroking your hand in reassurance. It sent warm tingles over your thighs, sending goosebumps from the chill. It made your lip quiver, you had to keep as quiet as possible to not freak her out.

“This is a bitch.” You locked your jaw to contain the agony. She was stitching your forearm with a thread and needle, you couldn’t tell which one was worse. Well, at least the bleeding has subsided now.

“You’re doing really well.”

Ellie looked into your eyes, examining them.

“I hope so!”

You tried to laugh but your ribs said otherwise, your lungs felt very weak, breathing in and out quickly to get oxygen in them.

“I said for you to shush.”

She whispered, Jesus that sent a hot flush over your body. She finished stitching your arm, thank fuck that’s over. And then she took your jacket and shirt off, luckily you were wearing a bra today, that would be a bit embarrassing.

There was a sharp exhale from Ellie, reverting her eyes away from staring at your black laced bra, you could feel the heaviness of the air around you both. It wasn’t uneasy, just… natural.

“Right, I can’t see any marks on your front. Can you turn over for me?”

You nodded, more than compliant to her orders. She supported your shoulders as you laid on your chest, feeling your stomach go up and down onto her springy sofa.

Ellie placed her hands on your spine, following her fingers, going downwards slowly. It was an unexplainable feeling, having her hands glide, cleaning your wounds and pressing into your bruises. Despite the soreness, her rough veiny hands brung you feelings you never felt for her. You shouldn’t be getting turned on from your friend gliding her fingers near your hips, but you savoured this moment, indulged in it.

“Thank God. Phew. No infections.”

You curled your toes in relief, you had some close calls on your patrol today, but made it through successfully by a thread. Your neck relaxed a little more onto the pillow and you rolled your strained writs, releasing clicks from the tension.

“Well, this calls for a celebration, El!”

She scoffed in amusement back to your response.

“Sorry, missy, I don’t have any Champange on me. I think that’s what it’s called.”

“No! I just-“

You sat up too fast and clutched into the grazes on your stomach. Ellie crunched her eyebrows together, giving a concerned look.

“Hey! None of this getting up. Stay put.”

She got up for you, what a gentlelady.

“Do you want a cup of coffee? I only keep it here for Joel-“

You butted in unexpectedly.

“Because you think it tastes like shit? Ha, Dina thinks so as well doesn’t she?”

Ellie snicked at you, holding the kettle in her hand.

“Stop it, you know i’m right. Now, you want some or not?”

You stared again into her eyes, they get you every time, sending butterflies fluttering in your lower stomach and making your heart twist and turn in God knows how many positions.

“I’ll annoy you and say… yes.”

Ellie’s teeth poked out, smiling wildly and shaking her head at the same time. She was cautious to say anything back and let it slide.

The brew warmed your fingertips while your thumb pulsated from the affection you received from her. She didn’t even bother to put a hoodie on, she still had her white bra on, not that you were complaining.

You sipped your coffee, it soothed your dry throat. You started up the conversation this time.

“So, are Jesse and Dina back together again? I haven’t caught up with them in a while.”

“Yes… I think? Jesse keeps telling me what a shitshow their relationship is.”

She sat by you, inches away from the back of your arms coming into contact. She continued her sentence.

“Dina doesn’t know what she wants, she just needs to figure things out, as always. But I couldn’t deal with the pressure of being on and off in a relationship. I’d rather stick together than take breaks all the time. Joel has taught me that if a person is worth it, you’ll see that you’re more compatible than you realise.”

Ellie fiddles with her hands, getting rid of the dirt under her fingernails.

“I realise that too.”

Your eyes, for the third time, locked in synchronised timing. It felt like you found the last piece to a complicated puzzle, you complimented each other, and now was the perfect time to become lost in it all.

“Hey…. I, um.”

Ellie was completely lost for words. She dropped her gaze onto your lips, looking so luscious and… kissable.

Your hand rubbed the back of her hair, becoming knotted by the motion. You put your coffee down with the other hand and glided it to her neck. A slight noise that you couldn’t make out swept out of her lips. And before you knew it, you shared your first kiss to her.

The rush of emotions flooded every place imaginable. You pulled her hair and she lifted your back onto the sofa, wary of you being hurt and controlling her thirst for you. It was so much in a few seconds but the ecstasy was worth anything.

Fuck being friends.

She was ravaging your bottom lip and bit into it, pulling back and kissed deeply into the corner of your neck. Your moans echoed the living room as your hands explored the muscles on her back, impatiently wanting to get the belt of her jeans off. Her quickened breaths salvaged your mind, and following suit to down below. You were soaked from the moment she first stared into your eyes this evening, and it certainly won’t be the last.

“Shit, Ellie, what are you doing to me?”

She was on top of you, pinning your wrists but careful of avoiding the stitch on your forearm. Ellie took your bra off, showing an arousing view on her perspective, her pupils dilated, in awe of how submissive and lovable you are. She grabbed them, placed her mouth near one of your nipples and looked up at you. You’ve won the lottery of a lifetime.

“What I should’ve done a long time ago.”

#ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie williams #ellie x reader #ellie x you #fanfic #fanfiction #the last of us 2 #tlou fanfiction #tlou2 #ellie x fem reader #ellie x y/n

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pigfacedbitch · 2 years ago

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Comfort

summary : what would your boyfriend do if you had a bad day at work/school?

word count : 0.7k

type : headcanons

pairing/s : Modern! Gwaine / Merlin / Arthur (Soldier, Poet, King😂) x Reader

warning/s : asshole bosses / professors lol

here is my masterlist!

Note : Why is life so tiring? Sometimes, I just want to lay down and sleep. Slight NSFW on Gwaine's part .

Gwaine

Gwaine is evidently high-spirited but pouts like a kicked puppy when he sees you sad.

He may be a little unfamiliar with comforting someone but he knows that having fun can revive someone's soul so as a way to comfort you, he will offer a night of distraction and pleasure (I know what you're thinking and yes, you are right 👀).

From here, it depends on what you want to do. Gwaine will enthusiastically go with the flow.

You want to stay at home and play games? He will gladly lose to monopoly, uno, scrabbles, or any board games you want to play.

Gwaine is also a reliable player two in online games and will shout with you when another player is performing poorly.

"How can you miss that shot?!"

"What my love said, you muppet!"

Want to watch a movie? A pillow fort with your favorite movies, snacks, and soda coming right up!

Warning though, if you want to go out and party, don't. As loveable as he is, Gwaine is a party animal who has little self-control. He WILL get drunk before you and you have no choice but to drag his ass back to your home.

Last possible activity? Doing the deed. Might fuck the stress and sadness out of you until all you can remember is how good he made you feel, just saying. Anyways, enjoy! 😚

Merlin

This sweet baby boy will serve you like a queen, no joke.

Merlin will immediately know you had a bad day as he welcomes you in your shared home, already wrapping his (big and strong🫢) arms around your tired body.

He won't say a word but you'll know that he offers comfort by how tight his hug is, slowly soothing your hair, and gently kissing parts of your face.

"What's wrong, love?"

And boom! Here comes the waterworks. He will let you cry and vent as he leads the two of you on the sofa, lying comfortably there until you are done.

You might even take a short nap. Merlin doesn't care if you covered him with tears, drool, or snot; as long you feel better.

He will wake you up with your favorite home-cooked meal prepared on the table then taking you to the bathroom for a relaxing bath.

There would be scented candles, bath bombs, mellow music, skin care products— the whole nine yards. And no, you don't have to move. Merlin will do everything for you unless you want otherwise.

He will give you a massage on the bed after that, saying words of encouragement and support.

If you ask him to use his magic, he will. He will show you anything you want; from the wonders of the world to the vast beauty of the cosmos.

He hates using his magical abilities on you but as you fall asleep in his arms that night, he whispers a spell that will surely give you good dreams and an even better sleep.

Arthur

Let's face it, Arthur can be... oblivious at times.

Unlike Merlin and Gwaine, it will take a little longer for him to realize you feel like shit.

The Pendragons are very wealthy, and it sometimes compensates for the other qualities they lack.

He may not be as cheerful as Gwaine or provide you a satisfactory service like Merlin, but he can give you anything you want.

You want to go to another country? The private jet is ready. You don't even have to pack a bag, Arthur will buy new clothes for you.

He will let you choose the hotel you'll be staying in and book all the activities you want to do such as tours in the wildlife, scuba diving, spa days, and many more.

You want comfort food? The best chef in Albion will be brought to your home at once, paid heavily to cook whatever food you fancy.

You want materials things, jewelries and dresses? Even stationery? You got it. Arthur doesn't care how much you spend, he's practically your sugar daddy. 😂

If you just want him by your side, he will let you hug him like a koala bear to a tree and listen to your complains.

However, watch your words or the people you mention. Because Arthur will see to it that they will be dealt with, money comes with influence after all.

"So that's why they are being overly nice to me!"

"No one messes with the love of my life."

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diagonal-queen · 1 year ago

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Hellooo, I think Ur requests are open, so can I request Teccho and jouno cuddle hcs (if u write for them ofc) and please fem! reader [[:

Cuddling Headcanons

♡ pairing: Tecchou Suehiro, Jouno Saigiku x fem!Reader

♡ synopsis: Cuddling with them HCs :)

♡ cw: Swearing, female/AFAB reader (she/her pronounce), mentions of boob (could be interpreted as NSFW but not necessarily intended that way? idk), slight NSFW themes

note: do you guys wanna know something? at first i didn't really care for the hunting dogs, i was just neutral towards them. but i've gotten SO many reqs for them and written for them so much that they've grown on me and now they're all my little pookie bears especially tecchou <3 apologies for errors and as always I hope you enjoy x

Tecchou:

I feel like I've talked about cuddling Tecchou a lot. He's literally just a giant teddy bear

Even though he's fuckin' ripped and also a giant (I don't actually know his height but I HC that he's tall) he's just so soft like a pillow

He bear-hugs. You're trapped in his arms, and you most likely won't be able to escape until he lets you go. There are ways you can make him let you leave his embrace though, like if you need to go to the bathroom he'll let you, but otherwise you're stuck forever

He will wrap his arms and legs around you and nuzzle his head into your chest or the crook of your neck (yes, he will smush his face into your boobs no matter their size)

He doesn't have a preference- he likes being both the big and little spoon. Whether he's cuddling you or you're cuddling him, he'll be happy

Tecchou has a hard time falling asleep unless he's cuddling you. If you wake up in the middle of the night to go get some water or something chances are he'll wake up too

He really likes when you two are burrito-wrapped in a blanket together

(Can you tell he's comforted by the physical proximity)

He loves to randomly place kisses on your neck and collarbone while you cuddle

Usually you have little talks with one another while you cuddle, just about random autistic stuff, but sometimes it'll just be silent cuddles and that's just as good 😌

May or may not lead into sexual activities depending on your guys' mood. Most of the time it's just lazing around in each others' presence

Because of the nature of his work, he really enjoys his down time, especially when it's something relaxing and cosy, and even more especially when it's with you.

Jouno:

He's a gentle cuddler

Jouno's hands are always moving, whether he's carding his fingers through your hair or lightly patting you on the back

He likes to stroke your cheek with his finger and feel your soft skin against his

He also really likes it when you fall asleep in his arms. It reinforces your trust in him. And as a highkey sadistic maniac that means a lot to him <3

Jouno doesn't really like being the little spoon, he prefers to have you wrapped up in his arms. He has a thing about being openly vulnerable like that...just give him some time, he'll come around

Unlike Tecchou he won't directly smush his face into your tits, but that doesn't stop him from really wanting to

His favourite cuddles are the ones where he gets home from work, and he's just tired, and wants to stare into his lover's eyes as he holds her tenderly and peppers her face with kisses

He's a softy at heart :')

His heart does SO MANY FLIPS when you cup his cheeks in your hands and kiss him back. He loves it so much and thinks it's adorable, and my god he loves you so much you lucky bug

He likes to praise you when you're cuddling. He'll flirt and throw compliments at you like it's the last time he'll ever get the chance, and he loves to see your flustered red face. Bonus points if you return his energy

(This may or may not lead to sex. That's up to you)

Jouno really loves your scent, and also likes to listen to your heartbeat and steady breathing. It's incredibly soothing to him

Before he knows it, he's already asleep. And he'll be very confused when he wakes up a couple hours later on the couch in the dark with a sore neck and the sound of the shower running in the background

Me too Jouno. Me too

taglist~ ♡ @gettinshiggywithit, @fyodorhatr, @flower-of-darkness, @bejeweledgirl, @kokoenjiandco, @pansexualproblemchild

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dairyeri · 7 months ago

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✨YOOHOO🎉��🎉 the new art is ready✨

Leon and Christopher (and their wolf servants Hansel and Gretel)

This is a redraw and a slight redesign of the characters in one of my favorite and oldest RPs (this one is about three or four years old)

"This story is about a boy who was destined to lose everything, even his own name, and a lonely vampire count whose mind was being seized by madness.

Having fallen into the possession of Count Leon Farce, the boy was given a new name "Christopher" and a new home, and the count found a new toy for himself before the ball, putting the boy before a choice: to kill or to be killed.

But the closer their fateful day was, the more they both realized that there was another way...

So they both chose to save each other, sacrificing halves of their souls.

So Leon was no longer bound by the time of day and his diet, and Christopher received immortality and strength.

And most importantly: both received a faithful companion for each other for the eternity allotted to them✨"

Perhaps one day this story will have a continuation, but it does not entirely depend on me 😅. Since my character here is only Christopher, and the rest of the guys are the work of a close friend💖💖💖

As for the work itself, at the moment this is probably the longest work in terms of time. I started it somewhere in the middle of last week. There were many things that influenced the time taken, for example: drawing details on clothes, for the comic I simplify many things to speed up its release and not burn out and (now, unfortunately, life has become more active outside of creativity, after work and school I just fall face down into my pillow), and the last drop is the background... and the problem was not so much in the complexity of its creation, but in making it harmonious and suitable for the plot ✨

(P.s.: someday I will definitely start drawing complex backgrounds without a photobash and not spend eternity on them)

✨Thanks to everyone who reads these wall posts: I love, appreciate and hug each one of you 💖✨

#artists on tumblr #art #artwork #oc #drawing #digital painting #digital illustration #vampire #werewolf #roleplay #redraw #sketch #my art #my ocs

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jihyocentric · 2 years ago

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this is years after where we currently are with the au. i probably won’t explore more of housewife!jihyo as a mom in drabbles for a while because it’s more interesting to me if she isn’t a mom. i just had a couple ideas and threw them here! yoona = sullyoon.

the realization that perhaps she hadn’t thought through the idea of having kids comes when she’s already pregnant, having to deal with confusing needs, higher hormone levels and, something that made her both happy and terrified, a growing belly that made her replace her entire closet every three months.

“nothing looks good on me anymore,” jihyo huffs, taking off the clothes she’d picked for herself, her nth attempt to wear something pretty and elegant like she normally would. “this is all your fault, sana! we’re not going out anymore!”

sana can barely speak, still trying to understand how jihyo, who had been begging for them to go out together for days, eager to have a date with sana, changed her mind in minutes.

jihyo wasn’t always like that. for the majority of the time, jihyo was fond of the way her belly would look in certain clothes, proudly showing off her pregnancy, even more so when they found out she was carrying twins, but the mood swings made her occasionally change her mind.

before meeting jihyo, sana never thought she would ever really be in that position — of having to deal with a furious pregnant wife that was ready to curse her with unimaginable names for no evident or meaningful reason.

even then, sana liked the domesticity of it all. even when jihyo walked away, slammed the door of the bathroom and came out wearing loose pajamas, with her mind made up. they weren’t leaving that house until she was ready to give birth.

perhaps it takes sana too long to have a reaction, and jihyo goes back to bed, silently crying, burying her face into the pillow and sobbing the way she always did when something didn’t go the exact way she planned.

sana sighs, taking her shoes off and throwing the blazer jihyo picked out for her somewhere else, lying next to jihyo. if jihyo was already a mess of emotions when she wasn’t pregnant, now that she was susceptible to having episodes like those, things got intense for both her and sana.

“that’s not true,” sana whispers only for jihyo to hear, kissing her temple as jihyo cries, sniffling softly when sana hugs her, calming down in sana’s arms. “you’re at the prettiest you’ve ever been.”

jihyo doesn’t say a thing, letting sana praise her for as long as she wanted to hear, with a slight pout on her lips when sana reminds her that their babies were the reason some clothes weren’t fitting on her anymore and that it was only natural, making sure jihyo knows that their twins make her look even more gorgeous.

twins age: 1.

jihyo excels at everything but being a mother.

she wasn’t born to do some of the things that came with being a mother, leaving the tough part of parenthood for sana — like changing their babies diapers, giving them baths, keeping them entertained, waking up at night when they’re crying. anything she deemed ‘too exhaustive’, really.

jihyo loved their babies, but she wasn’t a natural mother.

yoona and jaehyun didn’t seem to mind it at all, accepting the fact their mommy wouldn’t touch them when it was time for them to change diapers and didn’t know how to play with them like sana did, still wanting to be close to jihyo nonetheless, crying if they didn’t get her lap and kisses on their little heads at least hourly.

they were curiously dependant on jihyo, even if sana did all of the hard work with them. as much as jihyo finds their blind, unconditional love, particularly cute, that love was a nuisance when she was trying to do things for herself — she’d either be interrupted because they were hungry or because they were clingy.

“i just fucking got here.” jihyo huffs quietly, hearing a high pitched cry getting louder and closer, knowing it was jaehyun’s right away.

jihyo pulls her sunglasses up, sitting rather than lying on the pool chair, her body still drying up after a couple minutes inside the pool.

“i tried giving him food, mrs. minatozaki, but he didn’t want it.” the sitter tells her nervously, knowing how stressed jihyo has been while attempting to switch jaehyun’s diet from breast milk to solid foods. unfortunately, he couldn’t do much to help.

jaehyun giggles, eyes still slightly red from crying, chubby cheeks red, but now that he was seeing his favorite person, hunger was no longer a problem. he knew what he’d get.

jihyo squints at the baby, making him laugh loudly, unaware that his mom was rather pissed off. she takes jaehyun in her lap, holding his hand to stop him when the baby tries to pull her bikini top down, eager to have his breakfast.

she didn’t have a problem with yoona when it came to weaning her onto food, but jaehyun would cry for hours if jihyo didn’t breastfeed him. it was starting to get annoying, really, and jihyo didn’t have a lot of patience.

“yes, i know. you can go now.” jihyo waits until the sitter is gone, looking at the baby in her lap with a slightly stern face, but she couldn’t help but laugh when jaehyun pouts, both hungry and understanding the situation.

slowly, jaehyun realizes he made his mom mad. it still doesn’t keep him from trying to pull her bikini top down again, ready to cry again if he didn’t get his food, unable to deal with the emptiness in his tummy.

“brat.” jihyo mumbles. jaehyun tilts his head to the side, hearing the word for the first time in his lifetime. “yes, you’re a little brat,” jihyo makes her voice purposefully high pitched, using the baby talk she rarely used.

she gives in then, amused with the fact that jaehyun seemed to like the name, silencing his laughter with the food he was eager for, rocking him gently until he was done and full.

twins age: 4.

during the first months of being a mother, jihyo thinks she ruined her life. that was because she never got to have sex with sana, and sana’s attention was now being shared between the three of them — jihyo, yoona and jaehyun.

things change once they get used to the routine. after a while, yoona and jaehyun start to sleep a full night, making sana relieved because she wouldn’t have to wake up at dawn to put them back to sleep, and then jihyo can finally have her fill of her wife.

sometimes though, despite the kids growing and learning to sleep alone and peacefully, they still get under jihyo’s skin, interrupting their parents when jihyo needed sana the most.

“ah, f-fuck, sana!” jihyo bucks her hips, sana’s thumb rolling over her center, voice muffled by sana’s kisses.

“so needy,” sana laughs teasingly. “it’s only been a couple days, darling.”

“f-fucking three days! ‘s t-too- fuck, much!” jihyo whines, all but riding sana’s hand, head tucked into sana’s neck, gripping at the sheets as if trying to release all the pent up arousal.

jihyo reaches close to the edge, the orgasm pooling at her tummy, breathing becoming heavier and soaking sana’s thumb with slick as she prepares herself for her climax.

but it never comes.

sana stops when she hears the tiny knocks at their door, the mood dying instantly and so does her hard on.

jihyo’s eyes widen and sana pities her, taking her hand off jihyo’s shorts, silently mumbling an ‘i’m sorry’ as she goes straight to the bathroom, leaving jihyo speechless. the twins have stopped them from going at it before, but never when they were already that far.

jihyo takes three deep breaths, trying to control herself before she snapped. she’s supposed to be the grown up there and gather control to deal with those kinds of situations. jihyo was still learning, still trying to understand that being a parent included that, but it still makes her blood boil.

sana probably wouldn’t be back for a few minutes, and jihyo has to open the door for the twins. the anger disappears when she sees their kids standing there, hugging their plushies — yoona has a teddy bear in her tiny arms, a gift from one of her aunties, and jaehyun has the ugly alligator plushie that sana gave him.

“shouldn’t you brats be sleeping?” jihyo asks, crossing her arms. for seconds, she waits for their answer, but none of them seem to have enough courage to utter a word.

“you said you would talk to her.” yoona whispers to her younger bother, hitting jaehyun with her elbow, cheeks flushing immediately and she shyly looks down.

jihyo holds back a laugh, still looking at them with no expression on her face. they always acted like that, with jaehyun being yoona’s voice when she was too shy to speak. yoona was truly the older sister, bossing her younger sibling around to do whatever she wanted.

jaehyun clears his throat, pouting in a way that made his dimples visible. he looks up at jihyo, accepting his fate and living up to the promise he made to his sister. “we want… no, we would like to sleep with you, mommy!”

“we’ve talked about this.” jihyo says without hesitation.

sana chuckles lightly seeing the twins’ instant frown, walking behind jihyo and hooking her arm around her shoulder.

“it’s just for tonight, hyo.” sana whispers only for jihyo to hear, not wanting to go over jihyo’s decision. “you know they won’t sleep until you say yes.”

jihyo sighs loudly, fully opening the door for the twins.

the bed was big enough for all of them, and the only problem they had to deal with was the kids fighting for who’d get to sleep next to jihyo. sana feels slightly jealous of their attachment to jihyo, a small pout on her lips as she watches the twins decide who would get their mommy’s side.

jaehyun ends up giving in, knowing that last time he was the one to sleep next to jihyo — and yoona would cry if he didn’t give her the place. perhaps she was a little spoiled, but it was in the blood.

once they’re all cozy and comfortable under a warm blanket, jihyo gives them a final warning. “tomorrow you’re sleeping in your own room, brats.”

the kids pretend not to listen. sana laughs, stopping when jihyo looks at her harshly, still clearly annoyed after what happened earlier, mouthing an ‘i love you’ that makes jihyo roll her eyes and hold a smile back.

#drabble #sana #jihyo #sahyo #housewife!jihyo #nsfw-ish #non rq

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lightan117 · 6 months ago

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A Softer Gentle Touch

**Yeah, here I am again. So, my Rook is a Mourn Watcher, and I'm a little sad that when we go to Teia to help plan Caterina's funeral, they don't really have the option to ask to help them besides the generic "let me help." Mourn Watchers help bury the dead and plan funerals. It would be touching if Rook offered to help plan or give advice since both Illario and Lucanis can't do it. Teia takes it upon herself as she feels obligated, but having someone else show that they care would speak volumes.**

I also added another little scene I wanted to write, so there's that! Jacobus needs a damn hug.

Warnings: Talk of death, funeral arrangements, some small act of violence but just threats, Lucanis looking at Rook with his puppy eyes,

Spoilers for Lucanis side quest

Pairings: Lucanis X (F)Mourn Watch Rook

~oOo~

Lucanis didn't know how to approach the subject.

Teia had sent word that she needed him to come to Treviso to help plan Caterina's funeral, but he just...couldn't move his feet when he wanted to move. Spite, of course, was calling him a coward in the back of his mind, saying how much his family found him such a disappointment now that he'd been labeled an abomination. He shouldn't even be considering attending, but Lucanis knew that Caterina would beat him if he didn't. Not to mention that it was the least he could do since getting captured. Still...there was Spite to worry about now. Spite could break out and cause a bigger problem that Lucanis didn't even want to consider.

"Mierda, what am I going to do?" Lucanis muttered to himself as he paced inside his pantry room. Why are you whining? No one will care. If you show up or not. Worthless. As always. Spite hissed in his ear and that fueled Lucanis's anger. "Quiet!"

"Lucanis?" Lucanis spun to see the last person he wanted to see.

Rook, or Daisy as she preferred to be called when not working, stood in the doorway of his room. One hand was raised to his door while the other was held behind her back. Ever since the coffee meeting with Illario, Lucanis started to watch her more. See her more. Daisy wasn't built like a typical elf; she had more curves and filled in her armor much more than Bellara. The color of her hair, the color of his favorite mulberry wine, was another stark contradiction to other elves he met. Besides her looks, her personality stuck with Lucanis the most. Daisy was always cheerful and kind even when she didn't need to be. She showed empathy when they found that Caterina had died. Maker, she bought him a wyvern-tooth dagger that he kept under his pillow because she knew he would like it.

It's not that he needed it there, but just in case.

"Daisy. What can I help with?" Coward. Always. A. Coward.

"I was making my rounds and wanted to ensure you two were okay." The Mourn Watchers were proper, and it showed in her speech. Bellara and Harding must be rubbing off on her, as it's recently become more casual. As much as Lucanis would like to not bring him up, Daisy always asked about Spite.

"I-well. I need some help. Teia wants to meet."

"Oh, it must be important if the Seventh Talon is requesting you." Daisy smiled, and he couldn't help the slight twitch in his mouth.

"She wants to plan Caterina's funeral," Lucanis said, and the smile quickly faded from Daisy's face. Her expression morphed into one of concern as she stepped closer to him. "If you don't mind, I...could use some backup. In case Spite gets out of hand."

"Of course, Lucanis. Please let me know if I can do anything else. Would you like to leave now?" Daisy asked, fiddling with her hands as she spoke. She smells of peaches and fear. Fear? Spite didn't answer his thoughts.

Daisy tried not to bother Lucanis but couldn't help but ask if she needed to bring anything. When he questioned, she said Nevarran's funerals differed from house to house depending on traditions and their practices. Most base funerals in Nevarra include food and crying, and depending on how rich you are, there are specific treatments that some families receive. Afterward, there is a celebration of their life where people are happy, joking, and telling stories of the departed. Lucanis listened intensely as Daisy explained, watching her hands move along with her words, their excitement growing with each sentence. This was the first time he had seen her so excited to talk about her past. Harding is the one person who knows more about Daisy. Lucanis has learned that there is still a lot to her, and she refuses to speak much of her past before joining Varric to stop Solas. He found that Daisy always wears ear cuffs that cover most of her elven ears and wears clothing that is worn to cover most of her body; only her face and hands show. Every time she slouches, she suddenly remembers to sit up straight with a roll of her eyes.

Lucanis and Daisy planned to leave after dinner and informed the others to see if anyone else wanted to come to the city while they took care of business. Neve was the one who asked to come, as she wanted to pick up a few items from the market. Everything seemed to be in order as they made their way to the eluvian. Lucanis was quiet, but that was expected. Neve and Daisy whispered, discussing the items she needed while they were busy with the Crows. When they arrived, Daisy and Lucanis said goodbye to Neve before entering. Teia and Illario waited for them in the common area as they approached. Teia greeted them with a warm smile, "Good! You're here."

"Thank you for making the arrangements, Teia," Lucanis said.

"For Caterina...how could I do otherwise?" The smile drifted downwards a little as she addressed Lucanis directly. "I'm so sorry, Lucanis. This must be such a blow."

She then directed her attention to Daisy, whose smile returned. "Rook, thank you for coming with him. I need one Dellamorte to plan this. His cousin has been no help at all."

"I'm sorry, Teia. This is just...too much right now." Illario said sadly from where he stood to the side of her. His eyes cast downwards at the floor.

"Don't worry, Illario, I've been through many funerals in my training as a Mourn Watcher, so I'll help as much as possible. Please let me know how I can help you all." Daisy said, clasping her hands to her chest with her warm smile.

"You're always such a dear. I hope these two are paying attention." Teia said, causing the other two Crows to shift uncomfortably.

"Teia, don't flirt with my...colleague." Lucanis had trouble finding the correct word, but Daisy didn't think much of the slip. She wondered if Lucanis was afraid to say "friend" while Teia was plotting something as her gaze flickered between them.

"Jealous I might steal her away?" Teia teased. "Fine, to business then. There's not a lot to plan. But first, I need the ashes." Teia turned her attention to Illario next to her.

"The....ashes?"

"Maker, help us, yes, the ashes! Caterina's ashes. From the crematorium?" Teia looked frustrated, and Daisy tried hiding her disdain for burning the body. If they didn't burn the body, then there would be no mix-up and no mess in obtaining them. How could someone properly say goodbye if they do not see the person again?

"Oh. Yes. Of course. I'll get them to you right away." Illario said, some of his boyish, rogue charm seeping in to hide his mistake behind a smile. Daisy didn't appreciate how little he cared about the arrangements his family was making for the dead. He should be taking this seriously.

"Illario...what happened?" Everyone turned their attention to Lucanis.

"What do you mean?"

"Caterina. How...? How did the Venatori get to her? When? Where? In the estate? In the city?" Lucanis rattled every question he had been keeping locked inside since his return. "How did they get past our people? What did they use? Poison? Blades? I need to know..."

"Cousin, stop. You can't dwell on this. It'll drive you mad." Illario answered courtly.

"I'm not dwelling! Zara killed the First Talon. I have to know how if I'm going to stop her." Daisy wanted to comfort Lucanis but clenched her hands to stop them from moving.

"I told you, I'm handling it." Illario threw back at his cousin.

"Boys! Enough of this, and in front of our guest too. We have other matters to discuss." Teia interrupted with a face that made them both quiet down.

"My apologies, Andarateia. Continue without me. I'll get you the ashes." Illario apologizes, and then he is gone. Once he was well out of earshot, Daisy spoke up.

"Does he normally act like that, or does he seem off?"

"Illario can be a handful, but this...the only time I've seen him like this was when Lucanis died," Teia spoke as she looked over at Lucanis, who seemed bothered by something. "You're worrying, aren't you? What will people say if they hear "the Demon of Vyrantium" has a big soft heart?"

"He's been careless at times, but never with this own life was on the line." Lucanis rolled his eyes at Teia. "Zara took down the First Talon. Anyone could be next. And my cousin doesn't want to think about it."

Teia sighed, "You have a point. It's not like Illario to ignore a knife coming at him."

"What do you need from me for the funeral?"

"Come. I'll get us some drinks, and we can make the arrangements." Teia and Lucanis moved, but Daisy stood where she was, not knowing if the invite was also to her. Teia looked behind her and motioned her head to follow, so she did. "You don't have to be so shy around me, Rook, I won't bite." Lucanis made a groan that caused Teia to chuckle.

"It's not that. Nevarran funerals are very private affairs, and we take them very seriously. Are you okay with me being here? I don't want to offend anyone with helping." Teia was taken aback by the thought behind Daisy's words.

"I promise you, you are more than welcome here. I've only planned a couple of funerals myself, so any advice will be more than welcome." Teia linked her arm around Daisy's and pulled her toward the table where they would discuss the funeral.

"Of course." Daisy looked over at Lucanis, who gave her a reassuring smile. "Oh, I bought you this as well. It's a tradition that I normally do when planning a funeral. Lucanis said it was alright to bring them." Daisy reached into her small pack and took out the cookies she had made. Teia opened the package to reveal a plate of simple shortbread cookies.

Teia thanked Daisy with a grateful smile before they got to work. Teia gave them an overview of what she started with, and Daisy took everything in while muttering that if there was a book on Antiva funerals she could read about, that would help her. Lucanis brought up his parents' funerals from what he remembered and how his grandmother cared for everything. Daisy, of course, said they could meld the ideas together so that it would seem like a funeral his grandmother would stamp her approval on. She gave the Crows a reassuring hand on their shoulder whenever the topic started to sour, the cookies being a great snack that helped ease the pain. The necromancer became a comforting presence on the subject of death between the Crows. Lucanis could feel the heat of Daisy's hand through his armor, each time sending the warmth to his chest where his heart would begin to beat faster. Spite was in the back of his mind, commenting on her smell with each brush against the other.

On the other hand, Teia even asked questions about what Daisy would do, to which she replied that she had already arranged her own funeral. "When you graduate from the Mourn Watch, you must make arrangements for your own end. Nothing is set in stone, mind you, but it puts you in perspective that death can happen at any time. As Mourn Watchers, we must be okay with death and the end so that we may comfort anyone when called." Daisy explained with a smile on her face that spoke of pride. "I have a phrase that I repeat to those who seem to have trouble with looking at death the way that we do. I've even told a few Watchers when they are having difficulty."

"And that is?" Teia questioned, taking another cookie from the plate. Her fifth one.

"There is always a brighter side to death. It's a side we just can't see."

"A brighter side to death? I don't get it." Lucanis spoke as he sipped his wine.

"In death, we will be reunited with our loved ones once again. Yes, the living will feel the pain of losing them, but that is not the end. We shall see them again, as they will be waiting for us once our time has expired." Daisy explained, but there was a slight sadness in her tone. Teia and Lucanis had to stop finishing the plate and enjoying the cookies to the end. They continued until everything was sorted out well enough, the funeral date set for the next few days. Daisy promises that they will be here for it.

"Our house owes you for handling all this." Lucanis gave Teia his thanks as they packed up.

"Caterina was family. Can you imagine what she would say if she saw us all like this?" Teia gave Lucanis a look that spoke volumes about what Caterina would have said.

"She'd be furious. Especially at Illario. As usual." The crow shrugged his shoulders at the thought.

"I barely know him and could tell he's the sort to get himself in trouble," Daisy spoke. "I knew a student like that in my class. I always felt like he would get nowhere with everything he did."

"Oh, he is." Lucanis gave Daisy a smirk. "I've lost count of the times I've had to pull him out of the fire on the job."

"He's a good assassin. Most jobs don't have as many fires as yours do." Teia said, and Daisy hid her giggle behind her hand. "I'll have my people keep an eye on him for you."

"Thank you, Teia."

"Go on, I'll let you know if something comes up." Daisy and Lucanis went to leave, but Teia called to speak to Lucanis alone. Daisy said she would meet him by the zipline once they were done. Behind Daisy's back, Teia gave Lucanis a look at who their topic might be.

Daisy breathed in the air outside. Treviso was alive and loud. Sounds from below filled the air as she looked down upon the people going about their night. The air was warm as it brushed across Daisy's face; the smell of something spicy filled her nose. She could never get used to this sight and enjoyed every moment she stood overlooking the city. Even if it was one of Antiva's smaller cities, it brought many new experiences. Lucanis was right to say that this city was his favorite, even if he was a bit biased. Some piece of normalcy made the world feel quiet, even if it was just a fleeting moment. There was some muttering from a few of the Crows around her, but one name caught her attention. Jacobus. The poor young crow whose cousin died while fulfilling a contract. She, Lucanis, and Harding found him captured but alive in a warehouse in the Drowned District.

Unfortunately, his cousin, who had taken the contract, did not make it. His body only lay a few feet from Jacobus, his head smashed in pieces on the floor. Daisy could only hope that Jacobus wasn't there to witness it. Since they fulfilled the Dareth contract, Jacobus hasn't been the same. Daisy could see the anger and hatred coming from within. Whispers pass through the halls, and he still holds a grudge against the Antaam. He scowls and curses their name under his breath. The crows watch them with bird eyes as if waiting for the young man to snap completely. It saddens Daisy's heart that he still has not come to terms with Dareth's death.

"Hello Jacobus, how are you this fine night?" Daisy approached the young crow who leaned against the railing in one of the secluded alcoves the casino rooftop had. His face was set with one emotion of nothing, but his eyes held the same sadness.

"Oh, hey, Rook." Jacobus glances over at her. "I'm okay. Helping the Crows?"

"Actually, I am helping the Talons plan Caterina's funeral. I'm kind of an expert in these matters." Daisy said with some pride but with a soft smile. "How was your cousin's funeral? Forgive me for not attending, but I prayed over you both."

"Didn't have one." Jacobus scoffed and rolled his eyes. "And keep your prayers. Nothing will bring him back, and the Antaam are still here. Figures."

Daisy's smile dropped as she stepped closer, "Didn't have one?! You must have one; it's to help honor Dareth's life and provide closure."

"Closure?" Jacobus turned to face Daisy face to face, but his words spat out in anger. "Closure?! Nothing will bring my cousin back! He was the only family I had left in this world, and he's gone now, too! The only thing I want now is for all Antaam to die horrible, painful deaths like they inflicted on Dareth!"

"As you said before, nothing will bring Dareth back. Why do you dwell in the past in the dark?" Daisy stepped forward, and Jacobus stepped back. "You will never find the light, Jacobus, unless you step into it. Remember Dareth for who he was; his memory will live on with you. Leave his killers where they belong, in the past, like dust. Why must they take space in your mind so?" Daisy reached out to take hold of his hand. Jacobus tried to pull away, but her grip remained ironclad.

"Let go of me!" Jacobus struggled, but Daisy continued to hold on. Something inside Daisy called, urging her to hold on. Jacobus's anger and sadness overwhelmed him.

"You can scream and cry and mourn for your family, but do not allow your anger to drag you into the dark." Daisy pulled Jacobus to her, her hand cupping his face as she slowly allowed her magic to wash over the young crow.

"What are you doing?! Let me go! Some-" Jacobus gasped out as tears filled his eyes. They streamed down his face as his strength gave way, the waves of Daisy's magic washing over him.

"Let go, Jacobus. It is okay to mourn your dead. When you are done, you will move on and live." Daisy collapsed to the ground with Jacobus in her arms, his cries echoing. The mourn watcher held the young crow tightly to her as he mourned everything he had kept inside. A weight suddenly removed itself from his shoulders, allowing him to feel something besides the rage inside. He mourned the life he had before the Antaam took over Treviso. He mourned for the loss of his parents. He mourned over the loss of his childhood.

He mourned over the loss of the last remaining family.

And in his mourning, he felt love. He felt peace. He felt the pat on his head his cousin would give him when he would leave for contracts. Daisy's magic was simple and yet it worked just as she needed it to. In times of sadness, people close off their emotions and shut themselves off to others when they are in need of support. Daisy would be that support; allow them to feel warmth once again.

"It's not fair! It's not fair!" Jacobus cried into Daisy's lap. Her soft hands petted his hair while he continued to sob, slowly allowing her magic to dissipate.

"When it comes to those we love, loss is indeed not fair. We wish for more time, more memories, and more life, but when they are called away from us, we do anything to keep them. In our grief, we forget those around us that still remain." Daisy cupped Jacobus's face so that he looked at her, unshed tears in her eyes. "It is okay to be angry at those who hurt us, but we must not allow our anger to stop us from living. If we do, then we will never leave the dark."

"I don't know how," Jacobus whispered.

"One step at a time. Mourn your family. When that is done, find what you want to do, whether with the Crows or something else." Daisy's thumbs brushed away stray tears that continued to fall from his eyes. "No one will be angry. We will support you no matter what." Jacobus nodded his head and pulled away. Daisy remained where she was on the floor, watching Jacobus with kind eyes while he collected himself. Daisy pulled out a handkerchief from her pack to give to him.

"I want to stay with the Crows. It's what Dareth would have wanted." He wiped his eyes as he took deep breaths to calm himself.

"He would be very proud of you."

"I want to have a funeral for him as well. I just...don't know where to start."

"We can do something simple for him if you like. I'll take care of everything if you find a perfect spot." Daisy spoke as she slowly got to her feet. "Everything will be alright." She extended her hand down to the young crow. Jacobus took a second, looking up at the woman. It seems as if he is making a choice at the moment. To take her hand and accept help or not to take it...

He took it.

Daisy pulled him to his feet and ruffled his hair, all the while smiling. Jacobus cleared his throat and said he would send a letter once he got himself together and found a spot. Dareth deserved a perfect place. Daisy said she would gladly lend an ear when she was in town if he needed someone to talk to. Jacobus smiled and excused himself then, leaving Daisy alone. The peace was not long as Lucanis came around the corner not a moment later.

"You alright?" Lucanis asked, taking in her watery eyes and somber expression.

Daisy cleared her throat, willing away the unshed tears, "I was just chatting with Jacobus about his cousin. The mourn watcher in me couldn't help but stick my nose in his business. Even being removed, I still hold firm that I am one."

"I thought you were one?"

"Not exactly. You'll find out eventually, but I was with Varric because I was ordered to leave Nevarra. Quickly."

"They kicked you out? Of the country?" Did he hear that right?

"Not in so many words but mainly to never step foot in Necropolis until I was deemed forgiven for my transgressions. You see, there was...unrest among the undead nobility, which led to an all-out war called the War of the Banners to be born. I had led an attack on the rebellion's dueling leaders with a small group of mourn watchers I trusted. And it worked." Daisy sighed and leaned over the railing overlooking the city. "Many lives of living and undead were saved that day. However, because I killed many undead nobles, my actions were not to the strict honor of Mourn Watcher. Higher members of the Mourn Watch feared I had insulted the order's aristocratic patrons and questioned our core beliefs. So they told me to leave. They would send word of when I would be forgiven to come home."

I smell tears. Spite echoed in Lucanis's head, and he didn't need the demon to tell him that the topic was causing Daisy pain. Lucanis moved to stand next to her, looking at her face as tears slowly fell. "How long has it been since you've been home?"

"A little bit longer than yourself." Daisy chuckled sadly, wiping away her fallen tears. "Varric caught me leaving and said that if I was traveling, it would be a great idea to go together. That someone who is willing to end a war can also help put a stop to another one. So now I am here, stopping raging gods and everything else getting dragged out of the fade." Daisy turned to Lucanis with a bright smile. "And apparently saving known assassins from underwater prisons. My life has certainly been an adventure since joining Varric."

Lucanis chuckled and couldn't help but smile back at her. It was infectious and caused his stomach to tighten. Watching the tears fall, he wanted to brush them away. A strange pull to reach out and touch her, comfort her. She probably doesn't want you to touch her. Taint her with your brooding. What can she ever see. In. You? Lucanis clenched his hand into a tight fist, ignoring the demon hissing in his ear.

"It's not over yet, " Lucanis said softly. Daisy reached over to give his arm a squeeze.

"Exactly. Now, let's go find Neve, shall we? She must think we're lost or something. Or been captured but the Antaam." Daisy let go, making her way to the zipline. Lucanis stood there, his hand moving to where hers was touching him. After a moment, he composed himself and followed her, locking away the memory of the warmth she had provided deep within his mind.

~oOo~

*Before Lucanis found Daisy*

"You like her," Teia said quietly once Daisy was out of earshot.

"Like who? Daisy? No, I don't." Lucanis denied it rather too quickly, and he cursed himself for it. Teia smiled like a cat next to him as she took in Lucanis.

"It seems your time away from us has lessened your talent for lying. I saw how you stared at her while discussing plans and when she walked away." Teia nudged the Dellemorte with her elbow.

"I wasn't staring at her. I gazed, glanced in her direction maybe, but I wasn't staring."

"Of course, Lucanis. Whatever you say."

#dragon age #dragon age vailguard #dragon age rook #lucanis dellamorte #dragon age the veilguard spoilers #lucanis x rook #dragon age spoilers #oc #Jacobus needs a hug #comfort and little bit of angst

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wilmaslittleflower · 1 year ago

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snuggles and snow.

notes; hello! First agere fic on here, who’s excited?? I’m working on more but I really enjoyed writing this and hope you enjoy reading it!

warnings; reader thinking wilms mad at them, reader has a brother, use of darling, pretty, baby, ect. think that’s it but if I missed anything, please tell me.

edited; yes.

wc; 1.8k

who; Wilma soot x reader (cg!wilm and little! reader)

“Mama! wook!” you exclaimed to the barely conscious women in the bed next to you as you shoot out of the bed. Running up to the window, pulling open the curtains and squealing in excitement at the white fluff on the ground. Wilma groaned at the added light in the early morning.

“Baby, please close them?” she asks as she placed a pillow over her head.

“buht mama, wou din wook!” You whined as you went back to the bed and tried to pat at the pillow, signaling to her to take it away. “pease wook.” You said as she took the pillow off her face to see you with a slight pout adorning your features.

Wilma took a moment to look at you. She loved you so much. Big or little. Tired or hyper. Sad or happy. She would always love you, no matter what.

Placing a hand on your cheek and rubbing, she smiles at you and nods. “You’re right hun, I’m sorry. Show me what’s going on,” she said as she sat up from her lying position, quickly being dragged by you over to the window. Her eyes widening as she looked at how much there was of-

“Snow!” You exclaimed as you jumped up and down. You quickly let go of Wilma’s hand to press your face up against the glass, giggling at the cold touch of the object. “tan we go ouwsid?” You asks as you wrapped your arms around her and gave her a small pout, trying to make your ask possible.

Wilma smiled down at you as she ran her hand through your hair and kissed your forehead. “Maybe, depends on how cold it is.” And how high the snow is. She’d have to talk to Wil about that and how to get out of here if needed. The snow kept falling and nothing was going to help the driveway from being clear. “Let’s go downstairs and see if Aidan and Wil are awake yeah? If so we can talk to them about it, yeah?”

“Yeah!” You exclaimed as you squirmed out of her embrace and ran to the bedroom door, swinging it open and getting ready to run down the hall and steps, to be stopped by Wilma picking you up and carrying down stairs. “Mommy!” You whined as you hide your face in her neck.

“Baby the last time you did that, you ended up falling down the stairs and hurting yourself. No more ok? We don’t run down steps. Especially in fuzzy socks.” She told you as you nodded into her neck, now suddenly embarrassed at the memory and anxious she was mad.

As she walked down to the living room, the house was eerily quiet which meant they were the only ones awake for the time being. Wilma took you over to the couch and gently sat down with you on her lap.

“Hey, pretty darling, can I see you?” She asked as you snuggled deeper into her neck. “Please, just for a little? Then I can make some breakfast while you watch some tv with your stuffies yeah?” You slowly lifted your head as you looked up at her with furrowed brows and your bottom lip between your teeth. “There’s my pretty baby. I’m not mad ok? I’m just cautious. I don’t want you to get hurt again. I love you.” Wilma said as she kisses your cheek, jaw, forehead, nose, anywhere she could as she held you closer and tighter to her. She poured as much love and affection as she could to each kiss and hug she could, not wanting you to feel like this anymore than you had you.

“I wuv wou too mama. Won do iht again. pwomise!” You told her as you looked at her with a smile.

She smiled back as she held out her pinky, raising a brow at you. “Pinky promise?”

You giggled as you excitedly linked pinkies with her. “Pinky!” Wilma quickly grabbed you , pulled you into her lap and tickled you.

“Ahaha! Mama nooo!” You squirmed as you laughed and squealed as her fingers lightly dug into your sides and tickled.

After some time, Wilma let you go and smiled back at you. “I’m going to start breakfast as we wait for Aidan and Wil ok? Wanna stay here and watch shows or come with me?”

“Ummmm…. tan I say hewe n cowow?” You asked as you played with the blanket that was on the couch.

Wilma nodded as she got up, going over to the bin that was placed by the tv and pulled out a coloring book and some crayons. “Yes you may, darling. What would you want to watch?”

You furrowed your eyes as you thought, yet Wilma knew it was going to be the same answer every time.

“Tangled!” Wilma laughed as you exclaimed with a giggle. She quickly put the movie on as you started coloring, leaving you to your own devices as she went to the kitchen and got started on some pancakes.

Not long after, Wilma heard soft groaning and hushed whispers as she turned around and say Wil carrying a sleepy Aidan into the room.

“They’re in the living room watching tangled if you want to go in there bubs.” Wilma spoke to the boy in her brothers arms, softly smiling as he nodded and nuzzled back into Wil’s neck.

After placing him down on the couch and leaving the two little ones in eye sight, Wil quickly grabbed two sippy’s and filled them.

“Rough night? Or is it too early?” Wilma asked with a small smile as Wil screwed the lids on and placed the juice back in the fridge.

“Couldn’t fall asleep last night sadly, but he’ll be ok. He can take a nap while he waits for breakfast.” Wil said as he walks to the living room again, giving the two their sippy’s and making sure Aidan was ok with where he was.

Wilma smiled at the interaction as she buttered the pancakes and whisked some eggs, knowing that Wil would definitely eat them and whoever else wanted them.

“So, have you seen outside?” Wil asked quietly, making sure not to alarms the two in the other room.

“Yeah, think we’ll be going anywhere today?” Wilma asked as she side eyed him with a curious glance.

Wil scoffed as he shook his head and got to hand made mugs out, one made by you for Wilm and one made by Aidan for Wil thanks to Wilma’s help, and poured some coffee into both. “Absolutely not! I’m not shoveling that drive way and I know you won’t either. Plus the roads are probably impossible to drive through, so I think it’s a stay in and stay warm type day.” He finished as he put cream and sugar into both mugs, the way they both liked it, and gave it to his other half.

“Yeah, kind of happy about it. I get to relax and watch over you three-“

“Haha, so funny.” Wil said sarcastically as he moved over to grab plates and utensils for the food.

“No but seriously though, no work and stuck inside, bingo!” Wilma said as she brought he mug up to her mouth.

“Yeah you say that until those two want to go out in that and have fun and we can’t say no.” Wil said as he looked at the two watching the tv and paying no mind to the siblings.

“I mean we could say no-“

“But we won’t, they need this. You know that juts as much as I do.” Wil said truthfully to the other.

“We need it to.” Wilma said as a response, leaning against the counter and playing with her mug. They both had a rough childhood as well growing up, but they both needed to take care of someone, to prove that they were more than their parents. And they luckily got the best people to help and look after, as well as the little ones helping them.

Wilma got knocked out of her thoughts when she felt a tug on her pant leg, looking down and smiling at you as she leant down to pick you up. Setting you on the counter in front of her, she tucked falling hair behind your ears, making room to see your pretty face.

“What’s wrong love?” Wilma asked softly as she rubbed your hands softly. Even with her rough hands you still loved when she did.

“tan we pway ouwsid n da snow?” You whispered to her, afraid she’d be mad at you for asking again.

Wilma sighed softly as she looked at Wil, who shrugged and gave her the “that’s up to you, I’m fine with it” look. She looked at the floor quickly, trying to make up her mind.

She wanted you to have fun outside but she also didn’t want you sick. But she could prevent that with layers and hot cocoa afterwards.

“Ok, yes you guys can but! after breakfast.” Wilma quickly added as she saw your eyes widen and Aidan pop up from the couch and come running over.

“tan i go toos?” Aidan asked Wil, voice hush but full of energy.

“Yes you may, darling. But like mama said, after breakfast.” Wilbur said to the boy as he quickly nodded and silently asked Wil to pick him up.

“Tan we eats now den? Wan go n pway!” You asked excitedly, squirming on the counter and in Wilm’s arms.

Wilma laughed as she quickly nodded, picking you up and sitting you down at the table. “If you stay here patiently and not rush to eat your food, then yes. And you have to wait for everyone. Ok?” Wilma said as she caressed your cheek with her thumb.

“Otay mama!” You said with a smile as Wil sat Aidan down beside you and told him the same while he helped Wilma dish plates up.

Wil quickly helped his twin as she started plating the fluffy pancakes down as he put some of the bacon on plated who favored it. “This’ll be fun.” He quietly added as he looked over at the two littles, talking to each other about something.

“That’s a given. Maybe we should join?” Wilma smiled softly at the two as she picked up your and her plates and set them down at the table.

“Um, yeah!” Wil said enthusiastically as he did the same for him and Aidan, quickly grabbing both of your sippy’s over and placing hem down in front of you both. The two thanking him in their own ways as Wilm cut up both your and Aidan’s food.

This will be fun.

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livealittleoc-cb · 5 months ago

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“Herbs are the best medicine. Sit! Sit! I’ll take care of you.”

Basic Information

☽｡⋆ Name: Emilia Keller

☽｡⋆ Species: Herbal && Potion Witch

☽｡⋆ From Berlin, Germany [The Human Equivalent to Truca in Astria]

☽｡⋆ She/Her | Bisexual [Slight Female Lean], Polyamorous | 27 [05/24, Gemini] | 5’8”

☽｡⋆ Occupation: Waitress && Dancer/Pole Dancer at Club Luna [Does Private Services]

☽｡⋆ “Human” Appearance: pale/fair skin, straight dirty blonde medium length hair [sometimes dyes it red], emerald green eyes, has a couple tattoos [small tattoos on her arms of vines && ferns, a cactus tattoo behind her ear, small symbols on her fingers], has pierced ears, septum ring && nose ring, burn scar on her forearm, wears feminine presenting clothes, crop tops, low waisted jeans, sweatpants, band tees, fake glasses, short dresses, ripped jeans, muscle tees, tank tops, wears a lot of eyeliner && green eyeshadow, tends to do her hair in different styles everyday, wears lots of green shades with black

☽｡⋆ Witch Appearance && Information: Herbal Witch [Low Magic Pool]; Herbal && Potion Magic [Can only make potions && medications is studying to strengthen her magic pool], pale/fair skin, straight dirty blonde medium length hair [sometimes dyes it red], amber yellow eyes with mixes of light green, has a couple tattoos [small tattoos on her arms of vines && ferns, a cactus tattoo behind her ear, small symbols on her fingers], has pierced ears, septum ring && nose ring, burn scar on her forearm, wears feminine presenting clothes, crop tops, low waisted jeans, sweatpants, band tees, fake glasses, short dresses, ripped jeans, muscle tees, tank tops, wears a lot of eyeliner && green eyeshadow, tends to do her hair in different styles everyday, wears lots of green shades with black

☽｡⋆ Personality: flirty, very caring, sugar mommy type of vibes, sassy, can be stern, playful, mum energy, the mum friend™️

☽｡⋆ Likes: clubs/clubbing, vodka && beer, sage, burning incenses, romance, romance novels, plants, vines, taking care of others, giving neck kisses && back hugs, deep voices, flowers, herbs, cooking, pillows, fluffy blankets, different shades of green, bitter && sour foods

☽｡⋆ Dislikes: people who show off too much, insecurities, initialed people, the royal court, most movies, too cold or too hot

Fun Facts

✮ Familiar[s]/Pet[s]: Black Cat [Brownie🐈‍⬛] ✮ Languages: English [German Accent], German ✮ Abilities: Making Herbal Potions, Medicines, Etc. ✮ Love Language: Acts of Service, Gift Giving && Physical Touch [Giving], Words of Affirmation [Receiving] ✮ Has a fear of commitment, it’s why getting something not casual from her can take some time ✮ Is compared to a cat ✮ If she gets overly excited she likes to give impulsive kisses ✮ Likes saying everything to make you flustered ✮ Her eyes can change color depending on mood; yellower [happy], army green [anger], pale yellow [sadness] ✮ Grows herbs at her window && has a lot of hanging pots ✮ Comes off as neat && clean but can be a little messy ✮ Is the mum friend ✮ Can't drive, doesn't like to drive ✮ Tends to be compared to a white cat ✮ Smells like herbs && plants or Floral Perfumes ✮ Is the healing feeling of having a hug after a long battle, the calming feeling of being taken cared of && having your feelings float away

NSFW

☽｡⋆ Switch [Soft Dom Lean]; Praise, Marking, Roleplay/Dressing Up, Squirting, Body Worshipping, Toys, Bondage, Pegging [Giving], Hair Pulling, Impact Play, Choking, Oral, Back Shots [Receiving], Fingering, Blindfolds, Wax Play, Food Play, Nicknames [Mommy, Love, Miss, Etc], Dirty Talk, Shibari, Spit Play, Cum Play, Mirror Sex, Somonophiloa [Receiving] [All kinks go both ways unless stated otherwise. She’s open to most kinks if asked, being more submissive might be harder for her since she likes to be in control. Might dom/sub drop with harder kinks.]

☽｡⋆ Hard Nos: feet, watersports, wasteplay

☽｡⋆ Her eyes turn a jade green when arroused

☽｡⋆ Safe Word: Potion

☽｡⋆ Uses 🍹 on Dash

Relationships && Stauses

☽｡⋆ Mixing Potions, Frantic

☽｡⋆ Happily Dating [2/3]: @welcome-to-maniac Changbin [Night Fury🐉] [12/25/23], @lunaaofthemoon [Pretty Girl🌙] [With Jooheon] [12/03/23]; Not Interested

☽｡⋆ Friend[s]: Leo [The Best💅🏽], Lelani [Snow Princess👑], Jay [Textbook📖], Jooheon [Teddy Bear🧸], Bonnie [Little Plant🪴], Ace [Polyglot Dictionary📚], @multi-esme Nikki [Sweetie💕]

☽｡⋆ Family: Heidi [Favorite Cousin🧪], @badbf-cb Minji [Big Sister👯‍♀️], Yoona [Blossom Princess🌺], @welcome-to-maniac Jeongin [Little Fox🦊]

☽｡⋆ Tags: #🍹emilia.txt [General Interaction Tag], #🎶emilia music [Music Inspiration], #🍹emila wants [Outside Reblogs], #🐈‍⬛brownie.txt [Brownie’s Tag], #💚happy birthday mother dearest~ [26th Birthday Tag, 05/27/23], #🌿happy birthday miss fabulous [27th Birthday Tag, 05/27/24]

☽｡⋆ Tags Part 2: #💚🩶embin [Binnie Ship Tag], #🐉💪🏽toothless [Binnie Shop Tag], #💛💚lunem [Luna Baby Ship Tag], #💛💚💛lunemjoo [Throuple Ship Tag], #🌙💕dearest moon [Luna Baby Ship Tag], #🌙🌿the moon family [Luna’s Family]

☽｡⋆ Faceclaim: @/ohkailno on Instagram

#🍹emilia.txt #🌱mum’s profile #☄️profile

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richardxoliverxmayhew · 1 year ago

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SENSES & OTHER SPECIFIC HEADCANONS.

MUSE: Richard Oliver Mayhew

what does your muse smell like?

Warm and freshly laundered clothes. Some sort of pine-y, citrus, and minty cologne (I’m not good with men’s colognes). Occasionally butter, if he had just baked bread.

what do your muse’s hands feel like?

They aren't too rough, but they're certainly hands of somebody who's worked a lot with them. Mainly, he has some slight callouses on his palm and the tips of his fingers; often from his job at the bakery in the place he grew up in. They've softened a little bit since then, but they certainly still feel like capable and working hands.

what does your muse usually eat in a day?

Breakfast: Full English if he has enough time. If not then maybe some toast and eggs, or toast and bacon with a cup of coffee. Lunch: He doesn’t bother much with lunch. He eats whatever he can get his hands on and quickly munch on (I.e: usually sandwiches) Dinner: It depends on what he feels like that day. Pastas, Veggie Curries (He loves that especially), Fish n’ Chips, etc. Again, if he has time, he’ll go to a cafe for a cuppa or some coffee in the afternoon and maybe a slice of chocolate cake or just something sweet, really.

does your muse have a good singing voice?

It’s nothing professional or fit for stage, but he can at least hold a tune. Richard doesn’t usually like to sing in front of others. However, if you’re lucky, you may catch him humming or singing to himself as he does the washing up.

does your muse have any bad habits or nervous tics?

When Richard’s nervous he tends to ruffle up his hair. If he’s sitting, you’ll usually find his knee bouncing up and down. If he’s really flustered or nervous, Richard may end up rambling and maybe stammering.

what does your muse usually look like/wear?

He doesn’t usually like to dress up all fancy. Richard usually wears a lot of warm and cozy jumpers (his dark blue one if his favourite), with a pair of jeans, and some brown Doc Martens. Frankly, his style doesn’t really change much, minus for the addition of a hoodie, his black leather jacket, or a coat and a scarf. Other than that, he’s very simple when he picks out his clothes. Occasionally, he wears a button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up all the way to his elbow.

is your muse affectionate? how much? how so?

Incredibly! Especially if you’re somebody Richard is close to, he’s not afraid to show affection either through compliments, hugs, gentle bullying and teasing, etc. However, the best way Richard shows his affection is by doing his best to be there for you, even if it’s just to sit and chat, he’ll give up his time when you call.

what position does your muse sleep in?

On his belly with one arm dangling off the bed and his face pressed up against the pillow. However, if the night is cold you’ll find him curled up under the covers and actually hugging his pillow.

could you hear your muse in the hallway from another room?

Depends. Richard tends to be louder and more energetic if he’s with people he’s comfortable with. His laugh, especially, would most likely be heard from another room. Richard also tends to be quite loud when he’s drunk or tipsy. However, if he’s by himself or with a stranger, his voice is modulated or too quiet at times.

tagged by/stolen: from my own old blog tagging: @vxctorx @dontcxckitup-m @ourpretender @mettleborn @kit-just-kit @honorhearted anybody else who would like to!

#richards thoughts;

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little-lillypad · 6 months ago

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i’m dreaming (of a white christmas)

a/n: first agere fic let’s go! This one is a draft- but it’s still so fun! Enjoy!

warnings: little!reader, cg! Wilma, cute stuff- literally that’s it

who; cg!wilma x little!reader