#terrible head massage 🥺

[eclecticmiasma]

Hello! Good evening!

I haven’t been able to stop thinking about Mithrun and I had a small scenario pop up in my head, and it would be lovely to see your vision on how this would play out, please and thank you 💕:

AFAB!Elf!reader is a member of the canaries, very soft spoken and rather kind. The nicest, most likely. Against her better judgement she’s down bad for the captain and everyone else is like “pls no I’d rather you not”. (She can fix him/jk)

Mithrun realizes she has feelings for him and in a very subtle way treats her a little more gentle than the others. Lets her spoil him a tiny bit more. Listens to her a bit more.

Reader can only hope one day maybe…just maybe…the captain can show a little interest in her too 🥺 and is oblivious that he lets her get away with a little more than others

Just very soft feelings all over

I won't spoil it for those who haven't read the manga, but there are instances where we see Mithrun treat Kabru rather favorably and opening up in great detail about his past. In a side story, we also see that younger Mithrun cared for the other canaries quite a bit. I imagine that even without his desires, Mithrun would appreciate care shown to him in his own Mithrun-y way.

SFW

Mithrun might be adverse to you at first, because when he really looks inward you remind him of his younger self.

However, Mithrun would soon come to see that you don't have the same...pitfalls in your personality that brought him where he is today. He might even come to somewhat admire your ability to stay genuinely kind in a world like theirs.

The other canaries start to notice that you have a much easier time getting their leader to take an ounce of care in his own well-being than any of them ever have. Some of them think it's entertaining while others (Pattadol) think the favoritism is unnacceptable.

Cithis might tease him about it if you aren't around, "We don't want to worry poor [y/n] by getting all dehydrated now, do we captain?"

Even the mention of your name is enough to motivate Mithrun, though you remain completely unaware. In your mind, the captain regards you as nothing more than a subordinate.

You don't notice the way his good eye trains on you as you talk about life before the canaries. You don't realize how fast he falls asleep when you're near. The magnitude of the fact that one night he voluntarily tells you a story about when he and his brother were children slips by you completely.

Pattadol is the only one to ever bring it up to you directly, and you truly have no idea what she's talking about. None of the others help her either, preferring to sit back and watch how her face reddens with frustration.

Mithrun isn't oblivious to the situation, however. He knows that there's something about you that...calms him, at the very least. He's sharp enough to know that you feel the same way about him, perhaps even stronger.

He likes having you around. It's not something he wants when you're gone, but it's something he enjoys while you're there. Because he knows you have some type of feelings for him, he indulges you at every turn. He even lets you wash his back and massage the scarred tissue built at the tips of his ears- though you're terribly relieved he can't see the heat rising on your cheeks as you do so.

One day, long long after the dungeoneering is done, perhaps you might even be able to help Mithrun find his desires, find himself again.

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[RULES] [MASTERLISTS] [AO3] [KO-FI]

[justwinginglife]

Could you please write some fluff of Soshiro with his pregnant wife? 🥺💖

Honestly- who wouldn't wanna be pregnant with Soshiro's baby? i'm lining up for this man immediately.

Evidence Of His Love

It wasn’t possible for Soshiro to love you anymore than he already did, it wasn’t possible for anyone to ever love someone as much as he loved you, but dammit- he tried his best to love you more and more every day anyway. 

It wasn’t hard to love you. Not for him. He loved you like it was just blood flowing in his veins, like it was just oxygen filling up his lungs, like it was a given, like it was meant to be. 

He loved the way you murmured his name in your sleep. He loved the way you’d show off every outfit to him with a little twirl. He loved the way you savored the scent of a new book right before you’d read it. He loved everything about you. Even something as small as the inhale of a breath, the blink of your lids, the dip of a dimple in your cheeks, made his heart swell with overwhelming affection for you. 

And when you became pregnant, when the evidence of his love and adoration for you made itself known in the confines of your stomach, he thought he might die of happiness. 

If you thought he was doting before, now he worshiped you. If you thought he was committed before, now he was obsessed with you. Humans were flawed beings by nature but Soshiro was your one taste of perfection.

The only concern you had ever confessed to him was his unrelenting devotion to his job, and when he heard your fears, he made it very clear that you were always going to be his first priority. When you got pregnant, he took safer missions, took extra precautions, all to ensure he could come home safe to you. One time he got a papercut, and he bandaged that wound so thoroughly he looked like a mummy afterwards; he didn’t want to die from infection and leave you a widow. You teased him about it but secretly found it very sweet. 

Over the years, Soshiro had amassed an enormous amount of vacation time and became infamous as the Defense Force’s workhorse, sacrificing even his sleep for the good of Japan. The entire Third Division knew just how much he overworked himself and at one point, it even spurred on a competition to see who could get the Vice Captain to relax for once. They’d cheer when he’d join the crew for drinks, but then he’d make up for the time wasted by staying late at work the next night and they’d have to start all over again with their persuasions. When you finally joined his division and became his girlfriend (then later, his wife), the team was nothing but supportive, applauding you for finally giving him a reason to take time off. 

And when you got pregnant, he burned through all of his PTO just doting on you. Sometimes he’d take a day off just to do the laundry, cook you meals, and massage all your aches and pains away. Sometimes he’d take a couple days off, maybe a couple weeks off, so he could take you on a vacation. He wanted to spoil you rotten for carrying his child. He knew it was difficult being pregnant, especially for you. 

You were so used to charging into battle, guns blazing, fire burning in your eyes, and now your swollen ankles could barely transport you to the living room peacefully. And you were usually such a level-headed leader, such an intelligent battle strategist; now you’d been reduced to random hormonal outbursts. 

One night, you had even cried to him about your insecurities of being a terrible mother. Fear had taken hold of you, fear that you wouldn’t be enough, that you wouldn’t know how to love your kid, you wouldn’t know how to protect them, you wouldn’t know how to raise them. Your anxiety stained his shirt as it seeped out of you. He held you close, running his hand up and down your back soothingly as he listened to your fears. Once you’d finished your blubbering, he wasted no time in reassuring you. He told you that you’d be wonderful, that you’ve always been wonderful, that you were worthy, that you were strong, that you were loved, that you weren’t alone, that he’d be by your side until the end of time, that every time you felt like nothing, like less than nothing, he’d be there to hold your hand, to tell you that you were enough, to tell you that you were more than enough. And that’s when you knew that you’d be fine. And your son would be fine. He was going to have the most amazing father because you had the most amazing husband. 

You thought to yourself, if Soshiro wasn’t so affectionate, if he wasn’t so understanding, if he wasn’t so supportive, you honestly might have hated being pregnant. But every time he’d hold your enlarged belly up for you, allowing you some respite from gravity, or rush to the ends of the earth and back to fulfill your every request no matter how silly and ridiculous, or when he’d bring you your favorite drink, your favorite book, your favorite snack, all while you sat comfortably in the warmth of your bed, you knew you’d do this all over again in a heartbeat if he was by your side. You’d have as many babies as he wanted. You’d do anything he wanted. You’d do everything he wanted. You’d move mountains and you’d move them pregnant, all for him. 

And when he’d smile sympathetically at you, murmuring that if he could’ve been pregnant instead, he would’ve gladly carried the burden for you, you fell more and more in love with him. Even though you teased him that he most definitely could not handle being pregnant- he was the biggest baby when he had so much as a cold, craving your presence every second, claiming you were his cure, claiming he couldn’t heal properly without your attention. He still protested at your argument, saying that if it was for you, he could handle anything, even pregnancy. 

When 9 months passed by in a flash, every second of every month filled with his undying affection for you, you were so intoxicated on his love that you begged him to fill you up again. He had smirked in response, so you knew he wasn’t totally opposed to the idea. But being the kind and considerate person that he was, he wanted to devote his time and his love to giving your child the best possible first years of their life before he decided to raise another beside them. He didn’t want them to feel neglected and he certainly didn’t want you to feel neglected by the division of his attention, so for now, one kid was enough for him. 

Of course, that didn’t stop you from trying to persuade him otherwise with suggestive body language and seductive lingerie. He was perfect, but he was only a man after all. 

When he finally caved in and gave you baby number two, you simply shrugged, lips dripping with false innocence as you murmured that it was entirely his fault for loving you so completely and inexorably that you couldn’t help but romanticize the idea of being pregnant with his child. 

And when he succumbed to his fate, saying that he’d never stop loving you like that, that he’d never stop pouring his heart and soul into you, you started planning baby number three. 

[laundryandtaxesworld]

I would like a romantic cuddle (maybe some kissing or petting) for Tevan after a long shift. I want Buck to take care of Tommy and spoil him 🥺 thank you 💕

Tommy sighed as he slotted his key into the door. His joints ached from his forty-eight hour shift. Evan had texted him earlier that he was going to start dinner when he got home from the grocery store, but judging by the lights off, he must still be at the store.

He glanced at his phone, 7: 30 pm. His last text still sitting on his lock screen. Evan: Going to the store to grab stuff for dinner, see you when you get home. 1hr

Tommy sighed as he pushed the door open, he probably got stuck in traffic. LA traffic is always terrible, but it’s a bitch to get through on a Friday evening. Tommy flipped the light switch illuminating the hallway. A coat rack which started to hang heavier coats as well as the pile of shoes on the floor they claim is a shoe rack.

Tommy kicked off his shoes, hung his jacket and grabbed his duffel bag. He dropped the bag by the washing machine as he unloaded his clothes and put the cycle on wash.

Tommy ran up to the bathroom, he stripped his dirty clothes and was met with the welcoming arms of the warm water. His eyes closed as he scrubbed his body, face and quickly washed his hair. As Tommy stepped out of the shower and drying off, he heard the door open.

“Hey, baby.” Evan startled and looked up the stairs. There Tommy was looking like a greek god, with a towel slung low on his hips and another running through his wet hair. “Tommy! When did you get here?” Evan asked as he shifted the grocery bags in his arms. “Not too long. Did you get stuck in traffic?” “Yeah, I meant to go earlier, but I got sidetracked.” Evan paused. “I wanted to have dinner ready for when you got home.” Tommy smiled as he looked down at Evan with his big puppy dog eyes. “It’s okay, babe. I’m just glad you’re home.” Evan’s face lit up. “I’ll get dinner started.” Tommy shook his hair like a wet dog and went into the bedroom to change into grey sweats.

•••

Buck hummed as he unloaded the groceries. He maybe hadn’t beat Tommy home and surprised him with dinner, but he could make sure that dinner was delicious. He pulled out pots and pans and got started. After awhile Buck felt eyes staring at the back of head. He turned around from the stove and there was Tommy, shirtless, low grey sweats on his hips and damp hair making his curls pronounced.

“Hey, baby. Dinners almost done.” “Smells delicious, what are you making?” “Chicken Parmesan.” Buck heard Tommy saunter into the kitchen and felt arms wrapped around his stomach. “Yummy.” Buck turned his head and pecked Tommy on the lips. “Can’t wait for you to try it,” Buck said as he pulled away, “it’s a new recipe.” “I can’t wait either.”

Tommy grabbed plates from the cabinet and set it on the kitchen table. Buck turned off the stove and put the pot of pasta and pan of chicken on hot pads in the middle of the table.

The table fell into a comfortable silence as they ate their food. “How was your shift?” “It was fine, no big catastrophes. I got to save a few cats out of trees!” “Were they difficult?” “One was a mean one but the rest were sweethearts.”

•••

As Tommy started the dish washer, he groaned as his back muscles spasmed. “Babe are you okay?” Evan called from the living room. “Yeah, my back just hurts.” Evan looked up from the couch as Tommy hobbled into the living room. “Come here, baby.” Tommy sat down next to Evan, who sat behind Tommy and started to give him a back massage. “This feel good?” Tommy just sighed and nodded. Evan smiled as he pressed kisses on Tommy’s shoulder.

“I love you,” Tommy whispered. “I love you too,” Evan whispered into Tommy’s shoulder.

here you go! i hope you enjoy it. i had a lot of fun writing this and making them happy.

[cherrieflavouredheadcanons]

Relationship headcanons for Clorinde? 🥺 I need more Clorinde in my life 😭🫶

Due to her not having much screen time yet, this may end up being OOC after later genshin updates but oh well. I hope you enjoy these!

CW: none GN Reader

Clorinde relationship headcanons

Sadly due to her position as both champion duelist and Furina’s bodyguard she is often away from home and you. Of course you understand that she has very important work, so you aren’t angry with her. You knew what you were getting into when you started dating her, yet she always feels a pang of guilt when she has been away from you for a while.

It’s hardest for her to leave for her job in the mornings. You and Clorinde are cuddled together in bed, holding each other close. She loves the feeling of having you in her arms, but she has to get up early so she can fulfil her duties. Due to just how early she has to wake up she lets you sleep, unless you distinctly tell her that she should wake you up so you can get ready for the day together.

You sometimes go to places where you know Clorinde will be due to her job as Furina’s bodyguard just so you can see her. Of course you don’t disturb her work, you just try to catch her eye and wave at her so she can see you. She always appreciates it, it may not be a big gesture for many others, but to her it showed that you wanted to see her, even if she couldn’t interact with you. 

Someone who does not know her that well may not see it, but you do see the small smile that forms on her lips during these moments. It’s one of the reasons you do it. 

Now you best believe that once she finally has off days, she makes sure to spend them with you as much as you want. She still wakes up rather early, but she lets you sleep longer as she tries to make breakfast. Sadly…she isn't that good of a cook. Clorinde can make amazing coffee and tea if you drink that but when it comes to food and not beverages…she is terrible. But she tries her best, both in cooking and not setting the house on fire. 

You of course always appreciate her efforts, though you can’t help but tease her a bit. It's not malicious in any way, it's just so you can see the light blush on her face that she won’t admit is actually there, even if she can feel the warmth on her face.

Clorinde is not someone who is verbally affectionate, she feels words fail in describing the emotions she feels for you. So she lets her actions show what she truly feels. Be it holding your hand as you walk through the streets of Fontaine, buying you flowers after she hasn’t been able to spend time with you for a while, or just simply lying on the couch, with you resting your head on her chest as her arms wrap around you. She feels these moments convey her feelings better than any words ever could.

Though holding hands in public is as far as she will go with PDA, she has an image to uphold after all. When you two are alone though, Clorinde loves to pull you into kisses. Her kisses always faintly taste of coffee, but not of a bitter kind, rather a sweet kind where you’d hardly even guess it was coffee. She is practically addicted to the feeling of your lips against hers, so if you will allow it she will pull you into kisses whenever she can.

She would never admit it, but she loves it when you wear her clothes, be it if they are too big or small or fit you perfectly. Something about seeing you in her clothes gives her this warm fuzzy feeling in her chest. If she could she would let you wear her clothes out in public, but alas her job and image would not allow that.

Please play with her hair and give her massages. Clorinde is a stressed woman, so feeling you card your fingers through her hair, or massaging her shoulders gently will have her melt into you. It is as if all the stress that has been on her shoulders falls off and she is able to fully relax in this moment with you. You are sure that if she were a cat she would be purring in these moments.

All in all, while Clorinde may not be the most openly affectionate lover, she is a gentle one that makes sure that you know how she feels about you. You are her home, her safe haven, and she will make sure that you are protected from any danger you may face. The thought of you ever being hurt scares her, so she makes sure it is not going to happen anytime soon. (Future possible Clorinde angst headcanon? Who knows)

[ladylooch]

Bones - Part 6 [Mack x David]

A/N: This chapter has a lot of items in it for what was sent in as requests for the series! I hope you loooooove it! It's spicy, funny, and sweet all wrapped up in one. Happy Saturday, bbys!

Favorite quote? "You my girl, Hischier?" 😍🥵😩

Word Count: 4.5k

It’s almost laughable about what is currently happening right now. 

If Mack thinks about the last year of her life, she really could not have imagined everything that has transpired. A year ago, she was still seeing David as a fling, a hot fuck whenever she felt the itch needed to be scratched. Which was a lot because, well, he’s David. Now, all her belongings are packed into brown boxes, ready to be carted away to David’s apartment. Well, their apartment.

This is all happening willingly. A lot of conversations have been had about this in the months since Mack returned to New York. As much as David assured her they could slow things down, Mack didn’t see the point. If they’re gonna do this, they should really do it. Commit. Go all in the way they both deserve now. She already ran once and she’s not doing it again. 

So when Mack went the whole month of February without going back to her place, she brought the topic up.

“What if I move in?” Mack had asked in his arms as they watched TV together on a Wednesday night. Mack had terrible cramps and his hand laid across the warm, heating pad covering her lower abdomen, massaging lightly. 

“Haven’t you already?” He murmured. Mack looked around his place, seeing her stuff littered everywhere. Maybe she’s made herself a little too at home. 

“Okay, what if I brought everything here?” She reframed.

“I’d say it would finally be home for me too.” He answered, kissing her puckered lips.

That was a month ago. Mack broke her lease four months early and now she is here, monitoring the move with an iced espresso in her hand.

She grabs her phone, taking a picture of her by all her boxes and sending it to her boyfriend. David is currently out of town for the last Rangers road game of the season in Philadelphia. It was exciting to send him off knowing when he came back they would be living together. Her and David discussed their furniture and were able to consolidate it all down to fit into his place. Most of her decor has been donated though. The overly feminine pieces wouldn’t have made sense in the current modern, masculine design. David has already given her free reign to make changes. 

Right now, Mack doesn’t have the desire. She likes it just the way it is.

After the movers pack up the last of her boxes, Mack walks down to the office to turn her keys in. She waves goodbye to the leasing office agents then moves to the lobby where Ron waits, already teary.

“I knew you would be gone after that first kiss.” Ron admits to her. Mack tears up, nodding her head.

“He is impossible to say no to.”

“I am happy for you, Mack.” He says as she hugs him. “This is good for you. Being closer to Lucie will be good too.” Ron is right about this, especially as Lucie is expecting her second daughter later in the year.

“Thank you, Ron. For everything. I’ll pop by and visit, okay? Bring you some Swiss Chocolate when I go back home.”

“I would love that. Tell your parents I said goodbye." Mack nods. 

“How about see you later instead?” Ron smiles then waves her off to her next chapter like the good, kind man he is.

The movers are already in motion when she arrives to her new, familiar building. She quickly rushes upstairs and then gets out of their way again. She sits at the dining room table, checking in on work chats and emails. They are done in under an hour. Mack tips them in extra cash for the quick service, then shuts the door behind them all. She leans back against the door and grins. She snaps another picture to send to David.

Welcome home, honey 

Come home to me soon 🥺

I will. Don’t give away any of my shit until I get home.

Say please.

Please. Brat.

Mack snickers then sends him a thumbs up in response.

The rest of the day she unpacks her things. She is able to get all of her clothes and bathroom items put away before the game starts. Then once it does, she moves to the kitchen so she can multitask. Anything that there is double of, she leaves out on the counter for them to discuss.

Mack raises her gaze to the TV when the announcers exclaim that David is fighting with another player. She winces as David’s fist connects with the guys face, sending him to the ice with a bloody cheek. She shakes her head as David skates lazily towards the penalty box, unaffected. Men.

Mack is still unwrapping glassware in the kitchen when David comes home. She took a long, extended break to have dinner with Lucie downstairs. Then she helped read Stella bed time stories until she fell asleep. By the time Mack left, Lucie had been asleep on the couch too. This arrangement is already working out wonderfully for the Hischier girls.

“Honey, I’m home.” David calls out as he walks in. She laughs. 

“How long have you been dying to do that?”

“Oh, forever.” He admits. He tosses his bag by the door, then walks into hug her in the kitchen. “Look at you lil unpacking machine.” He kisses her lips. “What’s all this?”

“This is the stuff we have doubles of.”

“Cool. I do not want to do this tonight.”

“No, tomorrow. I’m sleepy.”

“Did they set the bed up?” Mack and David decided to keep Mack’s bed and move his into the second bedroom where her office will be. 

“Yep. I washed the sheets. We’re all set.”

“I have been so excited to go to bed tonight.” He chuckles. “Not just because of your bed, but knowing I get you in it every night now…” He trails off. Mack smiles softly up at him, then tugs him by his tie down to kiss him again. David’s hands wind along her back. “You happy, baby?”

“So happy.” She murmurs, chin resting on his chest. He smoothes her hair down at the sides, then leans forward to smooch her lips longingly. “My pretty girl.” He says against her lips, then kisses her deeper.

“You feeling lucky tonight?”

“Mhm.” He mumbles, hands sliding down to her ass. They grip there for a moment, then go to the backs of her thighs to lift her up. As he is walking her to the hallway, his phone rings in his pocket. He sets Mack down on the bed, then pulls the phone out to see who is calling so late.

“Hey Woody.” He answers. He pops the phone on speaker so Mack can hear.

“Hey, uh, can one of you, or both of you, I don’t care, come down and sit with Stella? She’s asleep, but Lucie woke up and is bleeding. We called her doctor and they want her to come in.” Mack sits up quickly. 

“Yeah I’ll come down.” Mack says to Connor. 

“Thank you. Can you hurry? I’m trying to get Luc there ASAP.”

“Yep, I’m on my way,” Mack reaches for her phone that was charging on the nightstand. She grabs a sweatshirt from the closet, then kisses David goodbye.

“I’ll change and come down.” He calls to her.

“Okay.” 

When Mack gets to Connor and Lucie’s apartment, they have the door open, waiting for her.

“Good luck. I love you.” Mack offers to them both. “Text me whats going on when you can.”

“We will.” Connor answers for his wife who looks white as a ghost. Tears line her brown eyes as her husband leads her from the apartment. The door softly shuts behind them. Mack goes to the kitchen to get herself a glass of water, then gets to work on loading dirty dishes from the sink into the dishwasher. She needs to be doing something with her hands after that interaction.

A knock sounds on the door, then David comes popping in. 

“Hey honey, did you talk with them?”

“Not really. Lucie looked pretty worried. They were anxious to get going.”

“Hopefully everything is okay.” He brings a hand to her shoulder, rubbing at it, providing her comfort. Mack nods, feeling her throat clog up with emotion. She’s scared for her sister. Pregnancy is no joke. The issues that both mom’s and babies can have are sometimes life threatening. Mack feels queasy just thinking about something being wrong with Lucie or the baby. 

“I’m gonna go sit down I think.” Mack murmurs. David follows her to the couch, helping her sit. Mack swallows hard as David wanders back to the kitchen to grab her water for her. He hands it to her. Mack thanks him. 

Little, bare footprints hit the hallway. David turns around, seeing a sleepy, pouty Stella appear in the lit hallway arch.

“Where’s daddy?” She asks, rubbing her little eyes tiredly.

“Him and mommy went to go check on your baby sister.” Mack tells her. She opens her arms of her niece and sighs contently when Stella wiggles into her lap. David sits down next to the two girls, offering his hand to Stella for her to hold. She grips two of his fingers with her little hand. 

“Why didn’t I get to go?”

“Cause it’s late.”

“I got to go last time.” Lucie and Connor took her to the 20 week appointment so Stella could see her little sister on the ultrasound. It was the talk of her entire week.

“Yeah, this one is a little different, babe.” Mack murmurs, kissing her head as Stella drops it to her shoulder. David reaches up, smoothing back Stella’s wild brown curls. 

The three of them sit on the couch like that, quietly comforting one another until Mack gets a text from Connor.

On our way back. Everything is okay.

Mack and David sigh in pure relief. David peeks at Stella’s face, seeing her passed out.

“I’ll take her back to bed.”

Mack allows him to pick her up then follows him down to Stella’s bedroom. In the doorway, she watches David tuck Stella into her little pink, princess bed. He brings the blankets back up to her mid chest, then re-arranges her stuffed animals around her like she prefers. Mack smiles. He’s so good at taking care of his people. Then with a gentle pat of her hair, David walks quietly out of the room. He weaves his and Mack’s fingers together and leads her back to the living room where they wait for Lucie and Connor to return. When they do, the four of them share hugs between each other. 

“Thank you, guys.” Connor murmurs as he walks them to the door. Lucie has already padded down the hallway to go to bed, utterly exhausted. 

“Of course. We are so thankful everything is okay too.” Mack tells him.

“How did the move go?”

“Good.” She assures him. Connor nods.

“I’m glad your close by now with this guy.” Connor clasps David’s shoulder. “Now I just need him to officially be my brother…” Connor’s blue eyes sparkle playfully.

“Okay, goodnight.” Mack smiles, patting Connor’s arm as she walks through the door. 

“What, nothing? You two are really not gonna give me anything?”

“Nope.” David shrugs. “Goodnight.” He tosses an arm around Mack’s shoulders. He kisses her head, then looks back, smirking at his defense partner. Connor scoffs at them then begrudgingly calls goodnight down the hallway. The soft click of the door has Mack and David snickering to each other. 

“We’ll never tell.” David jokes to her.

“Never. When we get married, let’s not tell him for like six months.” Mack tangles their fingers together at her right shoulder.

“Oh we’re getting married?” David asks slyly.

“You know we are.”

“I do. Just didn’t realize you did…” He trails off with a smug smirk.

“I don’t move in with guys I don’t see as my future husband.”

“Plural, huh? Damn, I thought I was special.” Mack laughs loudly as they step into the elevator.

“You know what I mean!”

“Yeah that apparently I got some competition somewhere.”

“No, you don’t.” Mack shakes her head. “It’s only ever gonna be you.” 

“Ditto, beautiful.” He puckers his lips like a duck at her.

Mack kisses him deeply, then leads him out of the elevator to continue what they started in their bedroom before.

- - - & - - -

The heavy purr of David’s motorcycle beneath Mack’s thighs is weirdly comforting. Playoffs are starting tomorrow and all David wanted to do with his last, non-hectic day was to take out the bike. The weather is cooperating. It’s a warm enough day that Mack won’t freeze in the wind and the streets are mostly cleaned off from the winter time gunk. David had called Mack on his way back from practice, asking her to play hooky with her work day. So she did.

The breeze rolls through Mack’s hair, whipping it about in it’s pony tail that trails down her back. The helmet is making her face and head sweaty, but she doesn’t mind. Her hands spread out along David’s stomach, holding on to him as they take each lazy turn of the Hudson River trail. They’re well out of the city now, seeing the budding trees and the expansive rolling river as it climbs further North. Mack and David did this ride in the fall to see the changing leaves during a few day break for training camp. It’s fun to see the trees coming full circle with their Spring blooms. 

David taps Mack’s thigh, letting her know they are going to be changing speeds. He slows down as they come to a scenic overlook. It’s a Tuesday afternoon, so they are alone on the road. David brings the bike to a stop. The shudders of the engine shake Mack as she flips her helmet off. David kicks the stand down, then stands, holding a hand out to help her off.

“You’re getting good at this, honey.” He compliments her as she fixes her hair back into a smoother hairstyle. He puts his helmet next to hers on the bike then stretches out his neck and shoulders as he walks towards the stone wall curving around the cliff. “Damn. If we didn’t start off in the city, I might almost be able to believe we are back home.” Mack smiles in agreement. They are quiet, observing the gorgeous, rolling hills of trees and the lazy flow of the river.

“This was such a good idea. Thank you.” Mack acknowledges. She has been feeling uninspired and antsy in her professional life, even as her personal life smoothes to a steady, comfortable cruise. She just hates everything she is writing. How is it possible she can be in such different places, but her words all sound the same? 

“Thank you for coming with me.”

“Of course.” She acknowledges. “I’d go anywhere with you.” David smiles.

“Except Dallas?” Mack stills. Dallas and David haven’t come up together in months. Well maybe it has, but she hasn’t been searching it out like before.

“Oh?”

“What about New York?” Mack looks away, thinking about where this is going.

“I mean, yeah? We were just there.”

“What about if we are there for 8 more years?” Mack startles.

“What?” Her voice already is small and timid from trying to control her emotions.

“Paperwork is coming today.”

“I thought…”

“I did too. But they approached my agent about it last week and I said get it done. Whatever they’re willing to pay me, I’ll take it.”

“So a dollar?” Mack jokes. David tilts his head back and laughs loudly at the sky. Then he reaches for her, pulling her into his chest to hold her close.

“I’m already a rich man having you, honey. I don’t need anything else. I know I tell you stuff like that all the time, but I mean it. This is the first time something big is happening for me when I have someone in my life. I’m so glad it’s you. I love sharing all this with you.”

“Is this the same speech you’re going to give to Connor?”

“Yes.” David smirks. “Can’t live without him either.” Mack giggles, gripping the opening of his leather jacket.

“Wow. New York for eight years. A Ranger for life?” 

“Mhm.”

“You’re going to be so old in 8 years… And I’ll still be young.”

“Yeah, don’t worry, we’ll get you passed on to your second husband by then.” 

“I can do 8 years with you.” Mack nods in agreement. “I get half though?”

“Sure! If I get half of yours.” Mack gasps then shakes her head no immediately. Despite David’s NHL salary and his lucrative farming business, Mack’s money surpasses his by close to 10 million. Daddy’s money grew well over the years with various, hands-off investments. It will continue to do so in the next 8 years too.

“I’m happy for you. Proud too. You’ve worked so hard to get here. You deserve this.”

“Thank you.” He nods, looking stoic and proud. “I’m excited to see where we are in 8 years.” He squeeze her fingers as they pull apart, looking back out over the gorgeous view they’re in front of.

“Yeah.” Mack murmurs. 

But after this last year, Mack knows there is no use trying to picture it now. She’s sure it’s all going to come together the way it should, better than she could even imagine it anyway. Plus right now, all she cares about is being who they are in this moment. 

Two people at the starting line of love with a whole life left to live.

- - - & - - -

Inside MSG, Mack and Lucie hold hands with Stella as they walk down the concourse to their seats. All three ladies are decked out in their Rangers playoffs gear. Lucie and Stella have bold white letters with their last name and Connor’s number while Mack is adorned in Carlson and 14. Butterflies are swarming in Mack’s stomach that the margarita at dinner did nothing to fix. 

“I wish I could drink right now.” Lucie mutters to her sister as the national anthem ends. The boys are in their home blues, circling around and then gathering at the bench for the opening face off.

“Yeah.” Mack breathes out. Usually, she doesn’t care. But today she does. It’s playoffs. The team has a real chance this year and honestly, with David’s long term investment being announced today, she wants him to play well. She wants him to show the fans and the team exactly what they’re going to get for the next eight years. 

As David lines up on Connor’s right side. Mack folds her lip into her mouth. She crosses her legs, sending out safe vibes for her man. 

Then the puck drops and utter chaos breaks out. 

The game is intense. The crowd loud and in the opposing team’s face. Constant cheering and buzz swirls round them as the teams battle on the ice. David keeps getting into little scrums. Mack sighs every time she sees his gloved hand face wash someone. He jaws at number 44 on the opposing team half the time they’re on the ice together. 

At the start of the third period, the game is tied 1-1. The Rangers need a push and it’s no surprise to anyone that David drops the gloves with 44. The two of them swing heavy blows at each other, some connecting, some wizzing by the others head. It’s David that ends up on top. As he skates to the box, he swings his arms up in the air, yelling at the crowd to get pumped. Mack giggles, looking over at her sister.

“Why is that so hot?” Mack nibbles her lip seductively, looking down at him in the penalty box. He runs a towel over his face and hair, leaving the black strands sticking up in places. 

“I don’t know.” Lucie shrugs. 

“Why did he fight?” Stella asks, looking over at Mack like she should answer for him. “Was he mean?”

“Yeah.” Mack settles on. She isn’t sure what else she could say. Stella is too young to understand the nuances of the game and truthfully, Mack doesn’t think she would care anyway. She’s all about trying to get her second bundle of cotton candy. 

The team battles to hold their 1-1 tie game while David is in the box. Several dangerous looks are tossed on goal but the Rangers goalie keeps the team in the game. The crowd cheers loudly when David skates out of the box after his time is done. Now that they have fought, 44 and David keep their distance from each other. David has a game to win and his focus is on the next 10 minutes to get them the W. 

It takes another 5 minutes, but the Rangers score. Lucie and Mack fly out of their seats, high-fiving and yelling loudly for their boys as they roll through the bench handshake line.

“Connor assisted on that.” Lucie beams proudly. 

The next five minutes feel like hours. Several quick whistles hit. TV time outs play out then an on the ice time out before the opponents pull their goalie. Mack watches through her fingers as the clock winds down. David goes down to block a shot that has Mack yelping. He is fine, but she didn’t like that one. When the final buzzer sounds to signal a Rangers win, the building erupts. Fans wave their white towels furiously with their cheers. 

The Rangers have one of their 16 wins. 

After the game, Lucie and Mack hang out to wait for the boys. Media takes longer in the playoffs and it’s no surprise that both Connor and David are pulled aside for interviews. They walk out of the locker room together, dressed, with still wet hair as they discuss a few plays from the game.

“Next time, let’s look for a reverse there. I don’t think their forecheck can pick that off behind the net.” David says to Connor.

“I agree. Also I wanna see us stepping up more at the blue line. Light ‘em up.” Connor smirks at his partner as they come to stop by the girls.

“Really?” Lucie whines. “Don’t forget someone here is pregnant.” Her belly pokes out of her jacket as she puts her hands on her hips. 

“I did that.” Connor sighs happily. He puts a hand on her belly then leans down to kiss her. David does the same with Mack, minus the hand on her stomach.

“Couldn’t resist, huh?” Mack asks David.

“Never.” He grins.

“I liked it.” She admits. “There is something about you all sexy and ruffled in the penalty box that gets to me.”

“Alright. Bye Woods!” David announces. He wraps Mack up tight into his side, almost head locking her in place. Mack laughs, holding onto his back as he drags her forward.

“Bye!” Mack yells, waving to them without looking back. David’s fingers run over the Carlson on her back as he opens the passenger side door for her. 

“Speaking of looking sexy…” He trails off, grinning at her. 

“Take me home, cowboy.”

David races home, weaving through traffic quickly so he can get Mackenzie Hischier stripped down to just that jacket on her body. When he slides his cock into her from behind, his low groan of appreciation has Mack buzzing as hard as the arena was earlier. 

“Fuck. Look so good with me all over you.” David murmurs. His hands run under her jacket to grab her bare hips. His eyes take in her Carlson covered back as he pumps deep inside of her. Mack whimpers at the delicious fullness of him. His palms slide up to her chest, cupping her breasts as she takes him deep. Mack presses up on her hands so his chest meets her back, then she turns her face to moan into his mouth. “You my girl, Hischier?”

“Yes.” 

“Mmm that’s right.” He grabs her cheek, keeping her face turned towards his so he can kiss her and fuck her at the same time. He helps her raised more on her knees so it’s easier for them to stay connected everywhere. “All mine.” 

Their change in position makes everything deeper. Mack grasps at his neck to hold on while he pistons into her wet core. His other hand trails down her stomach, wiggling her clit in wild strokes.

“I love you.” He says, resting their noses together as he fucks harder into her.

“I love you.” She moans back. The back of her head hits his shoulder and he finishes her off after her desperate pleas for him to make her come. 

He pulls out of her afterwards, gently peeling her jacket off to put it in the closet for the game on Thursday. Then he cleans up in the bathroom before coming back to take care of her.

After he is done wiping her clean, he kisses her deeply. Mack’s heart aches for him to be closer even as he pulls her into his chest to cuddle. It never feels like they are close enough for her. She wants to be pasted to him at all times. Mack brings the fingers of her left hand up to his chest. She traces zig zags down his sternum as a tiredness from their big day of activity begins to descend. 

A thought comes to her as she thinks about the next eight years spent right here with him.

“I would have gone to Dallas with you. Or Seattle. Or anywhere.” She murmurs to him. “I only want us to be together. It doesn’t matter where.”

“I’m glad you say that because… I wanna be honest with you. This is my last deal and when it’s done, I wanna head home. Build a life there with you that is slower and quieter than this.” His fingers massage her scalp as he talks.

“I would really like that.” Mack tells him. “We can have matching rocking chairs?”

“Of course. I’ll build you one this summer.” Mack nods.

“I know we have some time before then, but I’m hoping you’ll come home with me this summer. Maybe the end of June? Depending on how things go?” Mack offers to him. She’s been thinking about how much she wants to show him of home. She got to experience him in Iowa and she wants him to see her at home too. In her parents lake house where he can get to know her parents and Sophie better.

“Yes. Of course. If things end early here, we can go right away. We could spend a whole month there if you want.”

“Okay.” Mack nods, smiling into his chest. “I’ll take you to the cabin. Show you were I realized how much I wanted this with you.”

“I’d love that.” He acknowledges, squeezing her in tighter. 

It all sounds so easy, wrapped up naked in each other now. All the fear about how hard this could be or how it could not work out is gone. Instead, they’re communicating. They’re asking each other to lean in and sometimes compromise too. Both of them are so willing to do that now.

Because this is worth it. 

No matter where. No matter what.

Read more Mack and David here.

[volturiprincess]

Felix volturi with a mate who is type 1 diabetic? I’m really struggling with my diabetes rn and I could use some fluff from my favorite strong man🥺

Him

Felix Volturi x Type 1 diabetic reader

A/N: I hope this gives you the fluff you need, and I hope you are doing better 🫶🏼🥺. I might not know what you are going through but I believe in you . I'll be honest Im not super familiar with this but I have some understanding (currently in school going going for a degree in the medical field actually). But enjoy 💙

(The handsome gentle giant❤️)

“Morning my little rose”

At the sound of my mate's voice, I opened my eyes slowly to be welcomed by his handsome face. He’s so beautiful. He reached a hand out to caress my cheek gently, pure heaven right there with just his touch. I love his gentleness considering how tall and muscular he is it is hard to consider him this with his status as the ‘executor’ of the Volturi, but to me he is so tender and loving.

Still feeling a bit sleepy I responded with a soft “Morning Fe”

He joined me on the bed and pulled me into his arms so my head was resting on his chest. Today was one of those days where I had no energy to do anything. I just want to lay in bed all day and sleep. I sometimes hate feeling like this, I don't like showing Felix this side of me, even if he knows about my diagnosis. I did tell him a bit of what I go through and stuff but it's a struggle sometimes.

“You're having one of those days aren't you?”

I guess he already knows. It's been about 6 months since Felix came into my life and I was told he is my mate. But I have had type 1 for about 2 years already. The only reason he found out was he came to visit me in my house when I was feeling absolutely terrible, he thought I was sick with the flu but I told him the truth. He was very understanding and Demetri told me the next day that Felix spent the whole night reading anything there is to know about how to deal and manage with type 1. And since then my love for him bloomed more. 

“Yea it’s one of those days unfortunately”

“Alright well good thing the masters gave me the day off, i'll be your personal nurse today”

Looking up at him with a lopsided smile and booping his nose with my finger tip

“My handsome vampire nurse to exact”

—------------

Since that morning, Felix has helped with taking a nice bubble bath with my favorite bath bomb that smells like roses and lavender. He even made me an appropriate breakfast, he's managed to get me to enjoy eating cantaloupe over the past couple of months. He's still struggling to get me to eat a banana alone because whenever I chew that fruit I gag and there were times where I did throw up from that weird texture. But he does make me smoothies with that fruit which I do enjoy. And now he is pursuing me into going on a walk with him in the gardens

“Come on cara, if you do get tired, which I understand does happen, we will take a break and I will give you a taste of the Felix care package when you're tired, hmmm?”

To top it off he finished that line with his shark like grin that always makes me weak in the knees. It's impossible to say no to him when he mentions his care package, it includes a massage, hair stroking, and small kisses on every inch of exposed skin that I dare show. 

“Fine, only because I heard that the garden was worked on recently and there are new flowers that I need to see up close but-”

“I got it here already, see?”

I looked at his other side and he had a bag which I can assume had some treats to help with the fatigue and nausea and in his hand he was holding what I can say is the biggest water bottle I have ever seen. 

“What the hell Felix, where did you manage to get such a huge water bottle?”

“I have my ways amore”

He wrapped his large muscular arm around my waist and guided me to the much awaited gardens. As soon as we were close to the gardens I felt myself relax and was surrounded by the smell of different flowers. I picked up on the sweetness of jasminess, the freshness of lavender with a hint of spice which I can assume were the lilies. We walked for a while until I started to feel a bit more weak and my thirst levels increased. Felix as always picked it up and we stopped at a nearby bench that he actually carved many centuries ago. He held the water bottle for me as I drank what I felt was a whole gallon in one sip. 

“Want to hear the story about his bench, amore?”

Not wanting to speak or nod my head from the slowly approaching headache, I gave him a thumbs up that was received by a small smile from him 

“Well I told you some bits of my gladiator days from what I can remember until Aro found me and turned me in. I picked up a hobby soon after I was turned. I always thought the arts were a fascinating topic, and with Master Caius' influence, I focused on sculpting. My first couple of attempts were not ... .good” he smiled with an  embarrassed look “ With my state of being more abnormally stronger as a newborn handling small tools in my large hands to carve ... .well you can already guess my issue. With this bench it took many attempts to master, I would switch between a variety of chiseling tools until I noticed just using my hands worked best, so I actually built this with my bare hands, I wanted to add a bit of architecture inspiration from the Colosseum, which is why the legs of this are like that.”

The way he explained his story was so adorable, some of the things I picked up about Felix is when he talks about something he is passionate about he gets a twinkle in his eyes. He smiles more than he already does but the way he explains things he went through makes me feel like I was there with him as the events happened. I soon noticed after his story my headache was gone. 

“Fe, can I tell you something?”

“Always my little rose”

“I don't tell you this enough but I really do appreciate you, I love that you are in my life, I thought I would become a burden to you but with you, you make me feel so special and loved, I love you my handsome giant”

I never said the L word to him so this was a first for him to hear.

“Oh cara, I think I just fell in love with you all over again, just hearing you say that makes my undead heart flip, with you I feel complete with as what is left my humanity, I love you mi amore”

Damn that giant, some small tears of happiness rolled down my cheeks which he wiped away with his thumb. He leaned in and placed a light kiss on my forehead that can speak thousands of words. 

[yakuzabrainrotlive]

Now that I'm done with Y6 and seem to have reached the end of an era, I think it's time to do a TOP 3 of... everything, I guess? No particular order to the categories (besides top 3 games being last), so have fun browsing🫡

Thanks for all the cool and kind comments and tags this far!! 🫶🏻 This fandom has been so welcoming and I feel right at home 🥺❤️

If you wanna tell me my taste is terrible/incredible, drop a comment or ask or anything! I love discussing this stuff :>

For now, see y'all in Like a Dragon (Y7). I wanna at least get through Gaiden before real life gets hectic af; I'm starting my 4-month long clinical practice period in January and graduating afterwards. So I wanna be done with Gaiden before Christmas, pretty much. No idea how long either of these games are, so... 🤷🏼‍♀️ we'll see it I get there.

OKAY NO MORE RAMBLING. Sorry lol.

TOP 3 KARAOKE SONGS

1) Machine Gun Kiss

2) 24 Hour Cinderella

3) Pure Love in Kamurocho

TOP 3 DYNAMIC INTROS

1) VS Majima in the Coliseum (Kiwami 2)

2) VS Kuze in the sewers (very generic choice but it IS excellent)

3) VS Daigo (Yakuza 4)

TOP 3 MINIGAMES

1) Karaoke

2) Kiryu feeding stray cats (Y6) OR Taiko no Tatsujin if that one doesn't count

3) Darts

TOP 3 LEAST FAVOURITE MINIGAMES

1) Out Run (Y0)

2) Fishing

3) Aromatherapy Massage

a (dis)Honorable mention to Shogi and Majong. I don't hate them, but I have NO idea how to play them and haven't even tried ever since I got humiliated when I first attempted them.

TOP 3 SUBSTORIES

1) Another Haruka (Y5)

2) Haruka's Biggest Fan (Y6)

3) The Doll Girl (Y0)

TOP 3 RESTAURANTS

1) Smile Burger (cheap AND effective healing and a decent exp point yield in K2 and Y6?? incredible)

2) Kanrai

3) Kyushu #1 Star

TOP 3 CHARACTERS (Besides Kiryu and Majima)

1) Akiyama

2) Shinada

3) Nishiki

TOP 3 FINAL/ENDGAME BOSS BATTLES:

1) The entire final section including Millennium Tower and everything after in Yakuza 6.

TOP 3 TATTOOS:

2) Shibusawa

3) Ryuji

1) Kiryu

2) Tsuneo Iwami

3) Aizawa

TOP 3 FIGHTING STYLES (All playable characters)

1) Akiyama

2) Slugger Style

3) Dragon of Dojima (Y5 specifically)

TOP 3 RANDOM NPCs:

1) The based af Red Brick Hotel receptionist in Y3 🫶🏻

2) The Kamurocho takoyaki stand owner in Y0 who gave us some incredible Majima/Makoto crumbs

3) Kotobuki Drugs owners (thanks for all the Staminan Royales ✌🏻❤️)

TOP 3 WEAPONS:

1) Bicycles (iconic, legendary, crowd control MVPs, will never be matched by anything 💅🏻 )

2) Traffic cones (any size)

3) Shotguns

TOP 3 HEAT ACTIONS:

1) Komaki Firearm Flip

2) Essence of Sadism (the one with the crop you get from the dominatrix) 😳

3) Essence of Weaponry (pistol, the one where you straight up shoot the enemy and whack them over the head with the gun)

TOP 3 NON-HEAT ACTION TECHNIQUES:

1) Komaki knockback

2) Tiger Drop (come on. it's fun when you learn to pull it off. Let's be fr here.)

3) Tanimura's parry

TOP 3 WRONGEST PREDICTIONS I HAVE MADE (on or off the blog):

1) Kiryu and Majima will end up clashing in Y0 and something tragic happens. As a result Majima would become his insane Kiwami 1 version (I had seen a few short clips before Y0).

2) "Kiryu will be happy one day. He's just gonna work towards it in the games."

3) Kiryu and Haruka will live together at the start of Y6 and they'll be happy 🙃

AND FINALLY

TOP 3 GAMES (Y0-Y6)

1) Yakuza 0

2) Yakuza 6

3) Yakuza Kiwami

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

Next time if you are going to write a fic with multigroup concept, can you write lee hyunjin, ler yeji or lee yeji, ler hyunjin? (I know you have a lot of requests I'm sorry😓)

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘽𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙃𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙜:

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 737

𝙖/𝙣: ouuu these two 🥺🖤

𝙩/𝙬: multigroup, rough tickling

𝒍𝒆𝒆: hyunjin

𝙡𝙚𝙧: yeji

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpagess @lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry @channieissocute125 @soap143 @seungsluvv @skznccmlee @moony-9

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛s 🐾

“Gimme the username!!” 

Of course it was five in the morning. Of course the Hwang siblings were together, probably practicing their dance skills. Or fighting over a username. 

“No, It’s mine!” Hyunjin whined, stretching his arm high above his head and out of reach from Yeji’s grip. 

“Hyunjin!” She hissed, standing on her tiptoes to try and snatch the older’s phone from his tight grip. 

“Yeji!” Hyunjin mocked her, giggling when she almost tripped over his foot. 

“‘The Best Hwang.’ What a lovely username, don’t you think?” Hyune teased with an evil grin. What a menace. 

Yeji groaned frustratedly, stomping around trying to catch Hyunjin and make him pay.

Then an idea popped up in her head. How did she manage to keep Ryujin in line? By tickling her. 

Instead of trying to get his phone, this time she grabbed him by the hip instead and knocked him to the ground, Hyunjin choking on a gasp and screaming as Yeji grabbed his phone. 

“Wait wait WAIT!!” Hyunjin tried to grab it back, but using her pure strength, Yeji pinned his arms up. 

Hyunjin flushed in embarrassment at the way he was so easily knocked over. “You’re strong.” 

Yeji nodded. He recognized the way the other members pinned him before he got the biggest wrecking of a lifetime, and sure enough, his lee mood flared. Badly. 

He squeaked quietly, turning an even deeper shade of red when she accidentally brushed his sides when putting his phone aside. 

“I’ve got you pinned, haven’t I?” Yeji laughed.“Admit it, I’m the best Hwang.”

Hyunjin thought for a second, Perhaps he could kill two birds with one stone. “Ugh, obviously not. It’s me.” He grinned evilly in a way that was sure to piss off the younger female above him. 

Sure enough, it worked. “Then you pay. By laughing.” She ducked one hand to his sides and started massaging the muscle torturously, the other hand holding his arms up. 

He knew she would start at his sides. Hyunjin did not anticipate the harshness of the tickles, however. “WAHAHAHAHAIT!!”

Yeji flinched. “Looks like someone is ticklish~!” She only continued the terrible movement, moving to his ribs instead, causing Hyunjin to squeal crazily and cackle his heart out. 

Yeji could feel her heart growing in fondness for her Hwang sibling, the boy practically falling apart beneath her wiggling fingers. 

“YEHEHEHEJI—AHHH IHIHIM SOHOHOHORRY!!” Hyunjin pleaded, trying to twist out of her hold but failing badly. 

“Who cares about who’s the best Hwang? I know you’re the most ticklish one…” Yeji giggled as Hyunjin laughed himself silly. 

Who knew she was so strong? It’s was probably all the intense idol training, but she was able to hold him down just was well as Chan and Changbin would, and that only caused Hyunjin’s face to turn as red as a cherry in realization..

“Aweee~” Yeji cooed, moving to his armpits and wiggling her fingers above it, causing Hyunjin to squirm and giggle under his breath. “You’re blushing. Isn’t that cute?” 

She dove into the armpit and scratched around with her long nails, and Hyunjin squealed in surprise at the feeling that felt so unfamiliar to him. 

“WAHAHAHAHAIT AHAHAHAHAHA!!” He was a mess immediately, thrashing around and begging through his tears of frustration as he tried again and again to escape the wrath of his ruthless ‘sister’. 

“Admit I’m the best Hwang!!” Yeji yelled over his hysterics, grinning ear to ear with joy watching him laugh freely. 

“NEHEHEHEVER!!” He choked, and Yeji frowned at that, moving to his hips gently and massaging into the hollows, making sure to mind his boundaries. 

Hyunjin shrieked, the motion tickled so so badly. “YEJI-AH!! NOHOHO NOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHERE!!” He whined, though his face was beaming with happiness.

“Really? You think I haven’t noticed you haven’t asked me to stop the whole time?~”  Yeji smiled evilly. “Now say it.” 

Hyunjin gave in. “OKAY OHOHO MY GAHAHAHAD!! YOURE THE BEST HWANG!! NOHOW PLEHEHEHEASE LEHET GOHOOO!!” Hyunjin whined, gasping for breath, and Yeji trailed her fingers along his side to calm him down. 

“ahaha you’re so ruthless…” Hyunjin gasped, settling into a smile when Yeji pulled him into a hug, patting his back gently to soothe him. 

“Hey, what did you even set my username to? After you took the Hwang user?” Hyunjin laughed. 

“Umm…uh, ‘The Most Ticklish Hwang?’” Yeji laughed nervously, and Hyunjin gasped dramatically, face turning beet red. 

“You’re so in for it now.”

[shalomniscient]

Hello, first I would like to say that I hope you and yours can stay safe and take care during the holidays and that you have a merry thanksgiving.

That said, I also come bearing a gift as yet another shameless thirst has stricken me and left me plagued with both wonderous and terrible mental images.

This may be something I make into a ficlet on here and ao3, but for now I bestow it upon you.

P.S. NSFW Ahead, let the SS Thirst set sail.

You recall the maid cafe idea I sent you?

Imagine that the chief decides to surprise some of the Sinner women by dressing up as a maid and taking care of them, namely imagine the reaction of Rahu and Shalom when they return from an assignment to be greeted by the Chief wearing a maid outfit and waiting for them.

Imagine she has made them their favorite meal, drawn them a bath, with the chief helping them bathe, and even gives them a massage to help them relax, that said massage includes a 'happy ending' that leaves them a puddle of contented warmth as the reader asks them if they want anything else, maybe something tight and hot and wet?

Or maybe they would prefer something thick and hard, maybe made of cold plastic or maybe it is made of warm and pulsating flesh and is already dripping from the tip?

Or maybe they are spent already, and just want to bask in the comforting warmth of the chief's body and lay together in the bed and cuddle?

Some, such as Rahu and Zoya, would be all to eager to take the opportunity and have some more fun, while I can imagine others like Shalom are already spent and while they may like to play more, they enjoy the idea of resting a bit more.

For those that want to sleep and cuddle, they find themselves either lifted off their feet, Shalom swooning as she is cradled against the Chief's body, and tucked into bed beside the chief, their head nestles against their chest with the heartbeat of their beloved echoing in their ears as the chief lovingly coos at them and strokes their hair till they relax and drift into slumber.

For those that want to keep going, the chief smiles at them and guides them to the bedroom, where they begin to undress until they have all of their clothes neatly arranged on the ground around them as they take a naked dogeza position as they tell the Sinners that 'This Chief is all yours, please use them till you are satisfied.'

If Shalom had not been tired after the massage, then this is the point where she goes full body red, just as Rahu and many others would I imagine.

After all is said and done, the Chief and the sinner sleep like it is described above, with both falling into a deep slumber.

As you can probably tell, I don't do ideas halfway lol.

That said, take care and stay safe.

hey hey back at it again !! and merry thanksgiving to you too my liege :)

once more, holy fucking shit ??? love love love the domestic/fluffier side of this, especially pampering the sinners when they get back from a long mission 🥺🥺🥺 shalom my darling my beloved ,,,, she would SO appreciate coming home to you. just, the fact that she has one is so special to her already. so many years spent as a tool to only go from one problem to another, never able to find somewhere to rest and take this burden off her shoulders—until now. until you. she doesn’t need any particularly grand gestures either, just waiting for her in the living room so she can fall into your arms at the end of the day is good enough for her. her home has always been you, anyway—she’d follow you to oblivion and back. AND RAHU 🥺🥺🥺 sometimes rahu wld take a massage over sex im ngl, being a bodyguard is hard work, much less a soldier for p*aradeisos. a nice, warm bath would be so heavenly to her that sometimes she straight up falls asleep in the tub LMAO she’ll give you lazy but sincere kisses in thanks before flopping into bed and wrapping her arms around you, ever so protective even in sleep. dgsgdhshdgksh in conclusion, the intimacy of domesticity with ptn women (might offer more brainrot about this down the line…………. who knows)

side note to be 100% honest w you the maid stuff is kinda secondary to me in that it’s cool but i’m kinda neutral about it lol ?? BUT ur brainrot is still fun to pick apart and expand on my liege and i appreciate ur asks nonetheless :) take care !!

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Hi bestie I have a request for some non 🦶related content 👀👀👀

I have adult acne (I’m 25, send help lmfao) prescriptions didn’t work and I honestly just gave up. It’s gotten better but it used to be HORRIBLE and my ocd made me pick everything so I’m still v scared on my face from it, and still look like a teenager’s skin, red and terrible painful zits a lot.

I was wondering if I could have some thoughts/Drabble/fic with my bf Marcy Marc with a reader with adult acne 🥺🥺🥺

I don’t generally feel insecure (I have a god complex tbh) but sometimes I feel really shitty, especially after people are rude

Romana, I'm so sorry this took so long! Thank you so much for this request - I went a bit heavy on the ocd and skin picking (I know we've talked about how we both suffer from it before, but I just wanted to put an extra warning just in case you're not having a good day with it.❤️)

Blemish

Marc Spector X F!Reader Rating: T Masterlist | ao3 | want to be tagged?

Warnings: reader suffering from ocd and skin picking, there is some self doubt and heavy thoughts about the urge to pick skin (these are based on how I experience the condition. Please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 483

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“Baby, are you okay in there?” Marc’s voice broke you out of your thoughts. 

You could see this shadow under the bathroom door, moving ever so slightly as he shifted his weight from side to side. 

You swallowed and looked back to your reflection in the mirror. 

It was like Marc had a sixth sense about these things, it was like he knew what you were about to do. 

Anxiety twisted your stomach. The urge was there, the need to pick at your skin, your face, at all those imperfections and impurities. The unevenness. It just had to be corrected, fixed, smoothed out.

With a deep breath you forced yourself to look down at the sink and away from your face.

“Can you come in please?” You whispered, but he heard you. 

Marc carefully opened the door. You knew he was looking at you, could sense the weight of his gaze even as you continued to stare at the sink, your jaw tense. 

“Baby,” he breathed out softly, his tone was so gentle, so caring. You didn’t deserve that. You never deserved that. 

Your eyes began to well with tears, frustration itching along your veins. You needed to pick, you needed to get the poison out. 

“Hey, hey, come here,” Marc slowly pulled you into his arms, giving you plenty of time to move away if you needed to. 

You sank into the embrace, resting your head on his shoulder as he rubbed your back. 

“I’m so proud of you.”

“Marc-” your voice cracked, hot tears flowing no matter how much you tried to stop them. 

“So proud baby for asking for me to come in.” He kissed the side of your face once, twice, and then stepped back so he could gently kiss your cheeks, cupping your face with his hands. “So beautiful.” 

You screwed up your face, but couldn’t help the weak smile that spread across your face. 

Even if you didn’t believe that you were beautiful, you knew he meant what he said

He smiled at you, eyes soft and warm. “Come on,” he quickly opened the bathroom cupboard and grabbed something before he took your hand and led you to bed. Coaxing you into laying down with your head in his lap. 

“Comfy?” 

You nodded, looking up at him.

“Good.” He held up your benzoyl peroxide acne face cream that he had taken from the bathroom cupboard. 

“You don’t have to,” you began, tears welling up again, but Marc should his head.

“I want to, okay?” He bent down and kissed your forehead before he opened the cream and squeezed a small amount onto his fingers before he began to massage it into your skin, paying particular attention to be gentle to the sore areas. 

You watched him as he worked, the small line of concentration that formed on his forehead. You didn’t know what you’d do without him. 

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[the-kr8tor]

Expect some webpunk hcs for the next few days because THEY'RE SO CUTE. Daily Hobie HC! Bath time yumyum Hobie hummed upon feeling your hands on his scalp, swearing he could've fallen asleep if you two weren't in the bath right now. His fingers gently tapped against your bare thigh through the water, simply just enjoying the silence and tranquility of everything. You always enjoyed quality time with Hobie, feeling as if your worries and insecurities melted away with the warmth of his presence, as well as the cherrywood smoke and leather scent he carried. As you further massaged his scalp, the door knob began to rattle, catching both his and your's attention. Immediately, he knew it was one of the cats, most likely Bow. Bow was the most clingy, and vocal, meowing and leaping at the door knob to try and open it. Although the door was locked, Hobie had no doubt that Bow would figure out a way to open it. After five minutes of non-stop prying, the door was pushed open, causing Hobie and you both to burst out laughing at the sight of Bow proudly striding to the edge of the tub. Bow let out a proud meow, purring happily at finally being reunited with his two favourite humans after being separated for 10 minutes. Hobie, making sure to not disturb your loving massage, gently placed some closely linked bubbles on Bow's head, shaping them into terribly-done spikes with a giggle. Beginning to feel the moisture in his fur, Bow flung his head around, causing the bubbles to fly everywhere. A few moments of flinging, he slipped and fell into the tub. Both you and Hobie stopped, going to try grab the flailing oriental shorthair, which was now wet and looking like a mutated rat. Hobie managed to hoist Bow out of the tub, unable to stop himself from laughing along with you at how wet the cat was. What was more amusing, was the fact that Bow ended up trying to go back into the tub, much to yours and Hobie's amusement. -🐦‍⬛

Yippee! More spider oc x Hobie!!!

Daily Hobie HC ❤️❤️❤️

The only reason why I want a bathtub in the future is for sweet moments like these 🥺😍 (I'm delusional)

I stand by the fact that Hobie's sleep button is on his scalp and massaging him there will make him fall asleep after 5 mins lol (it's longer bc he's fighting sleep just to hang out longer with u)

Oohh I wonder what cherrywood smells like!

BOW!!!! What a cutie patootie! Lmaooo he can open doors?!! What a smart kitty

Bro thought he was abandoned in those 10 minutes alone 😂

Awww bow and his little spikes 🥺

Pfft i could imagine how bow fell in the water and the subsequent panic r and hobie felt right after 🤣

Mutated rat 😭😂🤣🤣

Awww bow actually likes the water!! Now there's no escaping him even when r and hobie are in the bath!

[merakiui]

The idea of Riddle being a dad and raising a child is so hot... I feel like he'd make a good father 🥺🥺

He would make a wonderful father!! He would try so hard to be better than his mother, to shower his child with the love and affection they deserve, and he’d do his best to still be a responsible parent without being too strict or controlling. Of course there are still so many rules that need to be followed to ensure safety and good health (he tends to fret over you when your pregnant belly is more obvious, by which you aren’t allowed to exert yourself too much, you aren’t allowed to eat certain foods, you aren’t allowed to lift heavy things, and he wants you to sleep and rest if you’re ever tired, even if that means cutting class. He can allow that because you have a reasonable excuse, and the professors will understand when he explains the situation). It can be a little exhausting when Riddle worries over you and the baby to this extent, but you know he means well.

He’s never not worried. If you think Riddle was frenzied when it came to rule-breakers, he is a mess with you. He’s so anxious about everything. He follows guidebooks on parenting and pregnancy, trying to do everything by the letter so he doesn’t make any mistakes. He nearly falls over himself to ensure your needs are met. If you’re sore he’s ready to massage you. If you have any strange cravings he’s ready to beg Trey to prepare them for you (not that he has to do much begging anyway; Trey is always ready to help, if only to keep his friend calm). Trey tells Riddle to relax; you’re okay and so is the baby. Worrying is healthy, yes, but to this extreme length is not. Riddle tries to worry less and ends up worrying more.

I like to think the process of pregnancy makes Riddle realize that you can’t do it perfectly and that some days are better than others. He never says it outright, but he’s in awe at how pregnancy changes the body and temperament of a person. He’s probably educating himself a lot during these months, so when you start producing milk he’s so shocked for a good portion of the day before he realizes that that’s normal. Thank the Seven. He was so worried he’d done something wrong and you were going to get sick and then the baby would get hurt and then… He’s trying to curb his worries most days so that he won’t reflect them onto you, but it proves to be a great challenge as the months pass and it finally dawns on him that he’s going to be a father.

That’s another constant worry: parenthood. He knows how terrible his mother is. He doesn’t want to be like her. He never wants to be like her. He’s terrified of being like her. It keeps him awake at night. It has him pacing circles in the kitchen while Trey’s baking and Riddle empties his emotional guts in hopes of getting some solid advice from his best friend. He knows he can’t be the perfect parent. He knows he has to be patient and understand that mistakes will happen and that when they do he should keep a level head. He knows that the minute he holds his baby for the first time he’s going to vow to give them the best life filled with lots of love and care and protection. Most importantly, Riddle knows he isn’t alone in this endeavor. He gets to try and fail alongside you, and somehow knowing he’s approaching parenthood with someone he loves makes failure seem a little less daunting.

[mairablue]

SCM - Department Of Wishes

Tauxolouve ♐- Song Of Bliss

For fluffbruary event ( @fluffbruary )

A/N: Sorry for the delay. 😔 I hope you enjoy reading this! 🥺🌹💕

Prompts: rescue | inertia | lullaby

5th February, 2024

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Sitting on the sofa, your phone in one hand and the other hand massaging your forehead, you pondered what to do first.

Your brother had just informed you about the sudden business trip that he has to attend. Time was running out as the clock showed 4 PM.

Taking a quick shower, you were brushing your hair; when the door bell started ringing. "( Name ), i am terribly sorry. If i had known earlier..." you brother explained.

"No, no it's alright. Don't worry, i will take care of Luna." you said, " You should get going. The traffic is terrible after 5 PM." you hugged him.

"Call me when you get there."

"I will, sis. Thanks." he said; quickly walking back to his car.

"Aunt, how are you? Do you have fever?" Luna asked, concerned. "No sweetie, i am alright." you said, smiling brightly, trying to ignore the headache.

"Do you want to watch a movie?" you asked.

"Will you not watch the movie?" she asked as you were walking to the kitchen. " I will, but first i need to prepare dinner. What would you like to eat?" you asked.

Luna shook her head and replied, "I am not sure. You pick something."

The door bell rang, as you were about to chopping some vegetables. Luna answered the door. "Aunt, your cool friend is here." she announced at the top of her lungs. Coming back to the living room, you saw Luna holding Tauxolouve's hand and leading him to the sofa.

She sat down next to him. "How are you?" she asked him excitedly. "I am doing well. How are you?" he asked.

The conversation continued. You decided to quickly finish cooking dinner, while they were talking.

6.50 PM, you walked back to the living room, carrying a tray, which contained three bowls and three spoons. Each bowl covered with a lid.

The movie had ended and the Television was turned off. Tauxolouve was reading Luna a story. Each delightful question she asked about the story, was answered in an equally enthusiastic manner.

Setting the tray on the table you said, "Dinner is ready." Luna looked up at you slightly disappointed, as according to her the story had just started to get interesting.

"10 minutes please. We can eat after that." she said looking up at you with that puppy eyed expression. "But, Tauxolouve is tired. He will read you the story later. " you said trying to reason with her.

She looked up at Tauxolouve who assured her that he isn't tired and resumed the story. Sitting next to Luna, you closed your eyes; resting your head on the sofa.

"Aunt? Wake up." Luna was softly tapping on your left hand. You softly rubbed your eyes. " What time is it?" you asked.

"7.46 PM." Tauxolouve replied. Quickly opening your eyes, you saw Tauxolouve, bringing a glass of warm water.

"You fell asleep. You looked tired, so we didn't want to wake you up. Uncle Louie fed me. The food was delicious, aunt. Thank you. " she said smiling at you.

Handing the glass to Luna, Tauxolouve sat on the sofa. You and Tauxolouve were eating in silence when Luna asked with a bright enthusiastic smile plastered on her face, "Will you sing some lullabies, uncle Louie?"

"Sweetie, he had a lot of work today. He needs to rest", You quickly add, "Maybe some other time." In hopes of pursuing her to change her mind.

"Uncle Louie?" Luna held Tauxolouve's hand and used the same puppy eyed expression all over again, "Please sing something for me. Just one song... please."

Her adorable expression and pleading tone worked its magic and soon Tauxolouve found himself looking at a book full of lyrics.

Brushing her hair, you braided it with a navy blue ribbon which matched her dress perfectly.

You tucked her in bed. As you were about to sit on the chair next to the bed, Luna held your hand. "Aunt, will you not stay here with me? What if there are ghosts under the bed?" she said slightly shivering at the thought of horrible creatures lurking under the bed.

You lied down beside her. She turned on her side and wrapped her hands around your left arm.

Tauxolouve began singing softly. The mellow tone of his voice filled the room with warmth. The words, soft as clouds filled in, by his honeyed voice, tenderly guiding you and Luna to dreamland.

By the time the song reached its conclusion, you and Luna were asleep.

Tauxolouve picked the chair and placed it infront of the study table. Keeping the book in the shelf; he turned off the light. Gently closing the door; he walked back to the living room.

[imonawholedifferentlevel]

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 - 𝐎𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴅᴇᴄᴀᴅᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴘʀɪꜱᴏɴ ᴄᴀʀᴏʟ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴇꜱ ʜᴇʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀ ɢʀᴜᴇʟɪɴɢ ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ᴡᴀᴋᴇꜱ ʜᴇʀ ᴜᴘ ʟᴜᴄᴋɪʟʏ ʜᴇʀ ᴡɪꜰᴇ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛ ʜᴇʀ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ, ꜰʟᴀꜱʜʙᴀᴄᴋꜱ, ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴀʀɢᴜɪɴɢ, ᴄᴀʀᴏʟ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ꜱᴏꜰᴛ 🥺

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢꜱ: ᴄᴀʀᴏʟ x ꜰᴇᴍ! Reader

ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ: ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ

I was brushing my teeth preparing for sleep, I glanced into the room and saw Carol changing her clothes. I grinned and resumed brushing. I spat out the toothpaste and rinsed my mouth with water.

Once I finished, I switched off the light and headed towards the bed. I climbed in and settled under the covers. Carol joined me a few moments later.

I switched off the lamp and lay down, wrapping my arm around her waist as I cuddled her from behind. I playfully kissed her cheek, and she chuckled, pushing my face away.

I smiled and turned off the lamp, getting comfortable and quickly falling asleep. However, at around 3 am, I woke up to the sound of small sobs. I felt arms wrap around me tightly, clutching onto me.

Reacting quickly, I turned the lamp back on and saw Carol burying her head in my chest. I felt my shirt becoming damp from her tears, so I wrapped my arms around her waist and gently stroked her hair.

"What's wrong, Care?" I asked, feeling confused.

It was unusual to see her crying, as I was accustomed to her confident and strong presence. So, I was quite surprised by this display of emotion.

"Please don't leave me. Please don't go," she pleaded, holding onto me tighter.

"Hey, hey, look at me," I said, brushing her hair away from her face. I noticed her red, swollen eyes and tear-stained cheeks. I wiped away her tears and gently cupped her cheek.

"Why are you crying, sweetheart?" I inquired. She sniffled and wiped her nose.

"Sorry for waking you up. I just had a nightmare," she explained.

"Do you want to tell me what it was about?" I asked. She shook her head.

"It's too embarrassing," she sniffled. I raised an eyebrow at her.

"I promise I won't make fun of you," I assured her, grabbing her hand and intertwining our fingers.

"It was about you. We had an argument, and you ended up leaving me, saying that you wished you never had me and that I deserved to die in prison," she sobbed.

I embraced her head to my chest.

"It felt so real" her sobs muffling in my blouse I pecked her temple massaging her back.

"Shh darling listen it was just a dream you know I'll never depart from you have been through enough and deserve the universe" she wipes her eyes her face softening with each tranquil word.

"Why me though you could have been with a better woman?" she asks.

"Because I adore you and only you and I'll keep adoring you until our final days" I kiss the marriage band on her finger.

"Remember when I assured you that when you got released from prison, I would place a ring on your finger and marry you I kept that assurance right?"

She nodded her head "well I promise that it's us forever" I extended my pink finger much to her amusement she hooked her pinky finger with mine smiling brightly I kissed her forehead and held her until she slowly fell asleep.

[𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟐, 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟑]

I heard an urgent rap on my window, and I drew back the drapes to see Carol, but she appeared slightly frantic. I opened the window and she promptly climbed in.

"Hey Carol, what's going on- oof!" I was interrupted by her embracing me tightly.

"I did something terrible, and the authorities are going to discover it," she confessed.

My eyes widened, and I gazed down at her.

"What did you do?" I inquired, my heart rate quickening.

"I murdered Debbie," she stated. I stared at her in astonishment. I knew she disliked her, but I never imagined she would resort to killing her.

"You did what!" I exclaimed, stepping back. Carol flinched at the sudden increase in my voice.

"Why would you do that to your own kin? I know you didn't like her, but to kill her!" I yelled, fortunately, my parents were not home, or else they would likely have burst in.

"Hold on, you don't understand. I did it for us!" she pleaded, gripping my arm.

"What on earth are you talking about?" I asked.

"I did it so I wouldn't have to leave you," she said, gradually maneuvering me towards the wall.

I continued to gaze at her, but now with fear. She cupped my cheeks with her hands, our eyes locked, but I gently removed her hands from my face.

"Carol, this is wrong. You can't escape from something you've done. You have to do what's right," I reasoned. Her expression shifted from hurt to anger as she backed away from me.

"I can't do that. I'll have my entire life torn away from me!" she shouted.

"Just like you took away Debbie's life. You admitted it yourself; they are essentially searching for you. It will be worse if you continue to hide," I said, noticing tears beginning to well in her eyes.

I tried to calm her down, but she forcefully pushed me away. "It's utter nonsense. She deserved it," she sneered. "Carol!" I shouted.

"WHAT-" I interrupted her by kissing her lips gently she gradually began to calm down and I withdrew when she regained composure.

"I understand you're upset, but I would prefer you face less trouble rather than more trouble please do it for me" her shoulders started to tremble that's when I noticed she was crying she clung to my shirt tightly and I embraced her body.

"How will I know if you'll even remember me if I did comply wouldn't be surprised if you meet someone else" she sobbed I shook my head and held her face in my hands making her gaze into my eyes.

"That's not going to happen I'll wait for you as long as it takes, and I promise you the moment you get out I'll purchase you the finest engagement ring and we'll have our wedding wherever you desire go on a luxurious honeymoon and simply spend time together" she chuckled through her tears.

"I will visit you every day, write you letters, or talk on the phone with you if I can't do either I don't want you to be afraid because I'll be by your side ok please Carol" she squeezed my hand while looking down at the floor after some silence she slowly nodded her head.

"Ok I'll do it, but you promise that you'll never abandon me right?" I nodded my head.

"Of course," I replied.

She slowly retreats and walks towards the window before pausing and rushing back to me and pressing her lips onto mine for what would be the final time, I hold her in my arms our lips moving in perfect harmony.

I could feel tears streaming down my cheeks when we finally separated, I stroked her hair gazing deeply into her eyes.

"I love you Carol" she sniffled wiping her nose and wiping my tears.

"I love you too" with that she slowly releases me and climbs out the window without looking back.

|𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭|

I grinned at my spouse's slumbering silhouette, ultimately content to embrace her in my embrace after countless years of anticipation. It was all worthwhile since I could finally fulfill my commitment. Gradually, I shifted and switched off the light, ensuring that both Carol and I were at ease before drifting into slumber.

[weebsinstash]

Shoto as the Empress’ concubine is top tier (although imagine if they sent a smug bastard like Dabi or idk, Hawks lmao)!! He’s so calm and easy to be around and she can just relax around him.

But imagine if he just loves flaunting his affection for the Empress in public. He already bickers with Izuku a lot and Bakugou isn’t his biggest fan, but just picture the DRAMA when he gently puts his hand over the Empress’ at the dinner table, caressing her palm while they gaze lovingly at each other right in front of Izuku and Katsuki; when he nuzzles his head in the crook of her neck or on her lap during a social event; when Katsuki comes to do his royal duty (or try to) to the empress but finds Shoto got there first. When Izuku barges into her palace to find Shoto and the Empress making out in the garden. Shoto is a hated me for sure, and Izuku nearly tears his hair out with anger. Katsuki is already thinking of ways to get rid of him.

(Lmao I actually thought about. Not Dabi but like, Enji lmao, but, that's more of, I just really like how big he is 😳 it's very. Domineering and sexy and masculine. His body type is 🙏 although if we're talking Enji and royalty I've had separate ideas for him in the past albeit in a more fantasy castles and knights and kings sorta idea, but)

that clingy bottom bitch Deku, running into Katsuki's palace in tears: Your Excellency it's terrible its absolutely terrible its horrible its inhuman... the Empress and that monk are in the garden together!

Katsuki: yeah I'm sure... They're always together

Deku: but this time it's different. This time they're.... HOLDING HANDS 🥺

Katsuki just yeeting all the paperwork off his desk to go and see if this absolutely outrageous claim is true (which it is)

But also Shouto just whole-heartedly being fully devoted to his Saintess and Empress 🥺❤️ which may be loving or creepy however you'd like to interpret it. He basically replaces all your ladies in waiting or becomes some sort of authority figure over all of them and is just attached to you like your left hand, but his presence is much more welcomed than your arranged marriage with Bakugou or his overly affectionate concubine. He's soft and sweet and respectful while also being very well-read and talented in many things. He did kind of, dedicate his life to the purpose of serving the Saintess after all so he's, would a geisha be a wrong comparison. He basically trained himself into being, a very entertaining, loyal, strong companion figure? More than just a servant but, serving all the same you know?

Katsuki walks by your palace hoping to visit you and you're just outside on the veranda with Shouto playing a little lyre or zither or something while you listen with a peaceful, happy expression and Bakugou just sees RED and storms away before you notice him because, your little attendant 'technically' isn't doing anything wrong and the young man's family has influence to retaliate if anything happened. Izuku is trying to bring you some snacks and invite you for a picnic and you're already having one wirh Shouto in the garden, Midoriya absolutely scandalized and turning pink and red as Shouto is oh so loyally applying a sunscreen to your exposed skin, massaging it into your delicate hands and wrists, your neck, your face, maybe even your ankles, and maybe it isn't just Izuku's imagination that he's getting a little handsy (or it could be entirely platonic and Deku is just a jealous little bitch, i mean, multiverse theory means we can have both lmao)

Shouto is just having too many tender and intimate moments with you for your pining unrequited lovers to be comfortable with, and what's worse is how happy you seem with Shouto's company. The two of you are just. Too close for your husband (and, kind of sort of second husband/concubine) to find acceptable. I wouldn't put it passed them to like, try and have him poisoned or assassinated and frame it on someone else, but that would practically kill you with grief so they, abstain, for now at least

Gosh but. You know. C: returning to the concept of, "Shouto is so devoted because Reader is the Saintess and he basically practices a religion revering the Saintess" idea.... geez you know, I mentioned Midoriya being potentially manipulative upon rejection, but, imagine some sort of trouble in paradise (maybe you found like a creepy stalker shrine where you find out oh this whole 'worship you' thing is going in several different nonplatonic directions) and you reject Shouto in some sort of way and at his absolute lowest, most desperate, he's just like, groveling at your feet, maybe literally trying to kiss your feet and stuff like the tops of your sandals or whatever, just like, weeping. You can't reject him, he's devoted his entire life to this 🥺 without you in his life his might as well just kill himself, or so he pleads with you. God it would be so awful. Just saying he's nothing more than a dog to serve you, grabbing at your dress, please don't reject him please please please

Imagine Shouto having previously lost his shit on Midoriya for trying to cry and manipulate for your attention and now here the monk is like outright waving a ritual knife around threatening suicide if you don't let him keep serving you (which of course you agree to and at this point the two of you are close enough that this is a pretty traumatizing experience for him to do all this) so, angst I guess for Reader feeling like she's "ruined" Shouto and also not being entirely comfortable with him but also still having all those previous good feelings for him and not being able to really get rid of him unless she like pleads to Bakugou which. No. So now you have multiple people thirsting and obsessed with you and you're just so done with it all, maybe you're about to have your own manhwa moment, "I Traveled Back In Time To Save Myself By Marrying The Demon King Of The Neighboring Kingdom" or some shit lmao, watch you end up with an infinitely worse man like.... God who's more toxic than Bakugou in MHA... man i wouldn't fuck him for anything so you know who'd be terrible. Monoma. I don't think I could put up with his, uh, manic episodes on top of any obsessive yandere tendencies 🙄 but also.... hm.... he does have the potential to be real creepy though...

But also like, on a different idea of some sort of, betrayal, imagine if, to just be gross for a sec, Shouto catches you trying to rub one out and he c: helps you, and you're you know shy at being caught but he kinda worms his way up to you and gets to work so quickly you don't really have time to protest and realize 'oh hey having his face between your thighs is definitely a much better alternative than Bakugou and Midoriya being creepy and possessive with your body' and kinda, lowkey he becomes your loyal little fwb. And you're trucking along thinking he's so perfect and lovely and that's when you find out Shouto is also a total freak down something horrendous for you and you've kind of just been putting out to someone just as bad if not worse than who you were trying to avoid, and I mean, unless he tries to steal you away for himself, Shouto also benefits from you being chained to this palace by status and duty. Keeps you in one place and protected for him 🥰 and also he has access to such nice supplies and materials to pamper you with, like putting fresh flower petals in the enormous tub you take baths in, or luxurious jewels for pins for your hair or necklaces or rings, just anything he can give you to make you feel pretty, not to mention the kinds of robes and dresses you receive as Empress

Sure, Shouto COULD try and help you escape. OR he could rat you out if he ever catches on to you planning such a thing and keep you right where he can find you :) that awkward moment when your loyal servant and best friend turns out to be just another obsessive creep who wants you to put out 😔

[solomons-poison]

this or that ship asks! might be cheating but I'm gonna ask for Lucifer of course, but I always wanna sneak in some Solomon too. You can do one or the other, doesn't matter to me! So, how about 1, 4, 7, 9, 11

I felt like doing both! Since they feel like pretty different lovers, some of these answers will be pretty different too. Thanks for sending in some numbers! Sorry for the late response..

♡ Lucifer ♡

1. nose kisses or forehead kisses?

Forehead kisses, both giving and receiving. I know he's the type to probably kiss my forehead the same amount as he kisses my lips, he's just such an old-fashioned romantic 🥺🥺 (he also kisses my hands a lot~)

4. spooning or one person laying their head on the other’s chest?

Either is great! We both like lying on our sides so spooning can be great. But there's also just something nice and relaxing about laying my head on his chest and hearing his heartbeat, listening to him talk, etc.

7. romantic dinners at fancy restaurants or take out dinners on the couch?

Lucifer's love language is kind of a combo of acts of service and gift giving. He's not big on cooking at home, not when he has all his brothers there to bother him especially. Plus, he just likes showing off a little, knows he looks good in a suit and has the money to pamper. So he likes taking me out for romantic dinners at fancy restaurants, complete with usually giving me either a gorgeous flower/corsage or a necklace/some kind of jewelry to wear there. If I make a move though, it'll likely be a homemade meal for just us two with some Demonus and one of his favorite vinyl albums playing~

9. playing with each others’ hair or giving each other back massages?

Lucifer is the massager type, meanwhile I like to play with his hair or preen the feathers on his wings. Sometimes I'm happy to give him a back massage but he gets very relaxed when I play with his hair or pet his wings.

11. calling each other by their names, plain and simple, or calling each other really flowery pet names?

Neither of us are into super flowery nicknames. But I do often call him Luci as a nickname. Otherwise I might use honey or love, sweetie, on occasion. He'll also use love, darling, or dearest. (Maybe a little of "little lamb" too.....). I only use super ridiculous pet names if I'm trying to get on his nerves hehe

♡ Solomon ♡

1. nose kisses or forehead kisses?

Nose kisses 🥺🥺 he doesn't mind either one, although he prefers lip kisses overall, but usually nose kisses are the cutest to him.

4. spooning or one person laying their head on the other’s chest?

I have to say both, unfortunately. Solomon loves spooning, whether he's the big spoon or the little spoon. He's one of those types that love to have their limbs tangled with their lover. However, sometimes he likes to just lay his head on my chest and cling like a koala while he naps.

7. romantic dinners at fancy restaurants or take out dinners on the couch?

Takeout dinners on the couch 💯. He doesn't mind a fancy dinner once in a while, but nothing beats the coziness of home with some unhealthy takeout and binging a show or a movie together.

9. playing with each others’ hair or giving each other back massages?

Either or, but maybe more of playing with each others' hair? Solomon is very touchy feely, and he will constantly be twirling a lock of my hair around his finger and sometimes likes to brush my hair before bed, he might even braid it on occasion. And of course I love his fluffy white hair, sticking it up in weird ways or just generally feeling how soft it is

11. calling each other by their names, plain and simple, or calling each other really flowery pet names?

Flowery pet names all the way. He will use most every pet name under the sun, starting with things like: love, darling, angel, honey, or pumpkin, to more fancy or particular ones like: my dear apprentice, my starlight, my sunlight, etc. We are also good (read: terrible) at just using whatever as a petname, like: my honey-nut cheerios, my applebottom jeans, etc. The others are all very confused and concerned for our mental wellbeing.

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