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yueebby · 7 months

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Dying thinking about gojo literally pinning and hardcore simping for reader, literally showering reader in praise, flattery and gifts because he no longer gives a damn about hiding his feelings, almost proposing to reader whenever he can and reader's just... completely clueless about it💀 and she thinks it's just gojo being friendly. Poor man would be absolutely devastated when he goes one day "[name] i'm in love with you" and she just goes "me too, i love all my friends!" 💀

she loves me, she loves me not! — gojo satoru x fem!reader

contents. fluff, lovesick!gojo (what’s new), highschool!gojo, he’s pathetic but in love your honor, oblivious!reader, ooc gojo i got carried away soz

notes. anon, when i first read your ask i literally started giggling and kicking my feet. that. is. so. gojo coded.

“please reject gojo and put him out of his misery,” utahime implored, taking hold of both of your hands. you think she’s asking, no, begging you to. beside her, shoko nods vigorously.

“but why?” you furrow your eyebrows, perplexed by their sudden request. “i can’t reject someone who doesn’t like me.”

shoko giggles at your comment. her laughter only wanes when she notices the dead serious look on your face. “... you seriously have no idea what we’re talking about?”

“not really,” you shrug, criss-crossing your legs to find some comfort on the hard wooden floor in shoko’s small dorm. it was late, past midnight, and the three of you had a shared mission tomorrow, but for some reason your two friends managed to rope you into their drinking circle.

utahime and shoko exchanged a significant glance, their unspoken communication raising your curiosity. utahime takes a long sip of her beer.

“hopeless. they’re both hopeless,” your short haired brunette friend lamented, pinching her nose bridge. it leaves a faint pink mark.

intrigued, you lean in closer towards the two, “care to elaborate?”

“you’ve never once questioned satoru’s borderline inappropriate behavior?” shoko asks you earnestly. you ponder for a moment, trying to recall any moments in the two years you’ve known the snow-haired boy.

“satoru is satoru…” you mumble, shaking your head in denial.

utahime’s eyes bug comically. she slams her can of beer harshly on the ground. you wince at the loud noise of the metallic can hitting the floor.

“you’re kidding. even i can see through that jerk!” utahime’s black pigtails sway wildly.

“[name], how about what happened in shinjuku last week on our day off?” shoko quietly reminds you of last weekend when the two of you along with satoru and suguru decided to empty your pockets in one of tokyo’s largest entertainment wards.

utahime’s head whips back and forth from her best friend to you, “eh? what happened?!”

from behind the dressing room curtain, you voiced your concerns, “shoko, i don't think we can afford designer clothes on our student budget.” the cream-colored silk dress you wore clung to your body, its price tag undoubtedly surpassing a year's worth of your student earnings.

“don’t worry your pretty little head about it,” shoko’s voice carried a knowing smile. “just come out and show me the dress!” you think satoru’s carefree attitude is rubbing off on her.

with a nervous sigh, you emerged from the dressing room. the dress fit like a glove, accentuating your body in just the right places.

bright flashes from shoko's phone startled you, and she chuckled deviously while rapidly typing. she tossed her phone onto a luxurious cushion, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of exposure.

“you look so sexy. even better than the model.” she gives you two thumbs up, eyes roaming your figure. you feel flushed at her praise.

“as flattered as i am, there’s no way i can afford this,” you look down at the dress, lips downturned. “i’d be in debt for life.”

“no need to worry,” shoko winked, leaving you confused. given that her income was similar to yours, it didn't make sense for her to be able to even dream of shopping designer.

a soft thud interrupted your conversation. you turn around to see a blue lollipop rolling on the expensive carpeting of the store.

“suguru, are my eyes deceiving me or is that an angel?” satoru's mouth is wide open as he shamelessly checks you out. he takes one of his hands and places it over his heart, gripping the fabric of his white shirt. the windbreaker he is wearing rustles at his dramatic movement.

“i think… i’m experiencing a heart attack! shoko help!” he kneels in the middle of the store dramatically. shoko shares an unamused look with suguru. the pair nod before simultaneously kicking satoru.

during all of the commotion, you stand awkwardly in the million yen dress.

“satoru, are you okay?” you watch him take the two blows from your friends, concern evident in your voice. he grunts softly before gently taking ahold of your hand.

“no,” he croaks with a playful glint in his eye. “i’m wounded and there’s only one way to fix it.”

you look at him, your gaze heavy with concern.

“i’m afraid you’ll have to kiss me for the pain to go away.” he added, blinking at you expectantly with his blue eyes.

you lightly shove him away from you. “you’re an idiot.” satoru laughs loudly.

“that’s what love does to a man.”

“yeah, yeah. i’m going to change out of this dress, don’t get into any more trouble while i’m gone.”

satoru’s grip on your hand strengthens, halting your actions.

“how much?”

“excuse me?”

“the dress. how much for it?” he stands up to his full height, reminding you of the obvious height difference between the two of you.

you're at loss for words. gojo was crazy, but definitely not crazy enough to spend a million yen on a silly dress.

shoko happily chimes into the conversation. “one million yen. it’ll be two million yen with the rest of my purchases though!”

suguru’s calm demeanor is replaced with shock. the black haired male’s jaw drops, “two million– satoru, you’re seriously not thinking about–”

“hah? who said i’m paying for your stuff?” gojo makes an ugly face at shoko.

she raises her hands innocently, “it’s not my fault the dresses come in a set. if you want to see your beloved [name] in that dress you’ll have to pay for mine as well.”

you watch shoko and satoru engage into a silent argument. the tension in the fitting room section is so thick, you think it’ll take a special grade weapon to slice through it.

trying to alleviate the mood you tell gojo, “satoru, you really don’t have to–”

“i’m buying you that dress.”

“o-okay.”

half an hour later, satoru happily strolls out of the store with an arm around your shoulder like he’d just won the lottery.

perhaps gojo is just naturally flirty, you had tried to reason to shoko and utahime.

it’s been a week since the eye-opening conversation with the two and you’ve found yourself on cleaning duty with said snow-haired boy. it was a miracle that satoru even showed up. he had a tendency to skip his turns, often resulting in a long lecture from yaga.

as the two of you worked silently in the empty classroom, you couldn't help but admire the setting sun. its golden rays painted the sky with hues of pink and orange, casting a warm glow over everything. unknowingly, while you gazed at the sky, gojo's gaze was firmly fixed on you.

breaking the silence, he asked, "have you ever thought about getting married?"

his question caught you off guard, causing you to momentarily pause from wiping the windows.

“not really,” you replied, biting your lip gently. “unless my family decides to arrange a marriage. you know how unforgiving the world of jujutsu sorcery is.”

gojo's grip on the broom tightened, his eyes locking onto yours with a newfound intensity.

"we should get married y'know," he blurted out.

the piece of cloth you were using slipped from your hand in shock. surely, he couldn't mean what he was saying. after all, the two of you were only second years.

“what?”

“i’m saying i think i’m in love with you.”

“oh.”

silence engulfs the room once more before a soft giggle escapes your lips.

satoru can only watch, entranced.

“that’s good to hear! i love you too– and suguru and shoko! perhaps the four of us should all just get married.” you chuckle into your hand.

satoru can't help but stare at your hand in envy. perhaps if he were the palm of your hand, he’d be able to feel the touch of your lips.

but he couldn’t. he was cursed as a man with an overpowered innate technique, and despite it all he couldn’t even gain the one thing he desired. gojo satoru watched you, eyes filled with a mixture of longing and defeat.

his devastation does not go unnoticed by you.

you were under the impression that he was grumpy because yaga had forced him into cleaning with you.

"cheer up, satoru! if we finish early enough," you continue, your tone highspirited, "we can go to the new crepe shop that opened last week. my treat!" you winked, and that immediately caught his attention.

“like a date?” his eyes sparkled with hope.

you shrug, a smile on your face. “i suppose if you look at it from a certain perspective…”

“great, it’s a date!”

good things come to those who wait, satoru thinks, humming happily as he starts to sweep the room at an inhumane pace.

maybe in ten years time the two of you will be happily married with eight kids, he smiles to himself.

#kt.writes.·:*¨༺#gojo fluff #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x y/n #gojo satoru x you #gojo x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojou satoru x you #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff #this is me coping bc of the leaks

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writingoddess1125 · 5 months

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Simon with his Triplets

Simon and how he is with each of his triplets.

Hazel

• His fighter and his attitude, Wrapped up in the beautiful bundle that was his Hazel.

• Hazel was the most like him in terms of his fighting spirat, While he had simmered down greatly over the years he saw it everyday in his daughter.

• She carried herself with a sense of pride and strength that he couldn't be more proud of.

• Hazel was the defender of the triplets, being the one to fight if anyone dared pick on her other siblings

• Simon had to pick her up from school far too many times for fighting-

• Simon did had to teach her how to control herself, Having to show her different ways to channel her temper- And the best way he found was Boxing

• Simon still kept in shape, not wanting to get weak as time did him in- So he kept up some heavy workouts. So he had the two of them go to the Boxing gym together

• There she blew off steam and trained with him. Well into her late teens she did this picking up MMA as well on her own.

• "Dad I want to go into the military-" She said, firmly as she lowered her arms from the boxing bag. Her fist still in the skull hand gloves he bought her for her 18th birthday. Simon freezing mid set and looked at her-

• "No-" He said simply, before going back to the bag.

• Hazel glared at him but didn't say anything else but went back to the bag herself. Simon assuming the conversation was over.

• He was going through the mail and sees a Royal Marine letter, assuming it's his he opens it and sees its an acceptance letter for Hazel and her date to start basic.

• Was he proud? Of Course

• Was he also angry that she had hidden this from him, went behind his back and disobeyed him? ABSOLUT-FUCKING-ELY

• Him and Hazel have the argument of the centry- But he was able to calm down enough to hear her out and makes her promise that she won't do anything dangerous as a job- She agrees..

• Then immediately goes in for Special Forces Operations like he did and Simon damn near has a stroke and is ready to drag his daughter by home when he learns of this.

Rose

• Rose- His little princess. His sunshine and rainbows child.

• She is the dreamer of the trio, Always imagining new things.

• She is also the artist- Has Simon cleaned enough crayon, paint, pencil from the floors and walls to last a lifetime? Yes- Has he bought thousands of dollars worth of supplies and made his credit card cry.. Absolutely

• But Simon loves every painting, statue and drawing imaginable. Keeping them in his office- Even if he doesn't understand artsy things he will smile and thank Rose

• Rose is also his hiking buddy- The two taking a weekends to explore new hiking trails together. Which he uses to rip his daughter away from the grips of the crows of boys that seemed to drool over his precious girl.

• Due to her naturally bubbly and sweet nature she gets a lot more attention from boys then Simon would like-

• "I don't like the boys that try after you, You know what they want-" He said in a warning tone, already irritated at the idea of them sniffing around his little girl.

• "W-Well...Daddy what would you say if I didn't like the boys either-?" She said softly, almost at a whisper- The irritation Simon felt damn near flying out his body.

• Simon looks at her quietly, trying to gauge her reaction only to see she was doing the same-

• "So- You don't like boys? What about girls?" He asked softly, unsure of any other way or working it. Her cheeks turning a flushed pink at this-

• "I see-" He said calmly, Patting Rose's shoulder as they made it over the steep hill of the hiking trail. The two looking over the beautiful scenery before them

• "Same rules, We have to meet her and her parents and No closed doors" He said simply and with a hint of a smile on his face. Rose smiling as well and nodding-

• Simon is secretly overjoyed to learn his daughter likes girls, he finds it mentally easier. Meets his daughter's girlfriend and will take her along with him hiking.

• She ends up as a Art Teacher, While he didn't understand he absolutely supported it happy she had found her calling.

Johnny

• Johnny is his Mini-Me and his lad.

• Seeing as your genes didn't even fucking try with Johnny it was just like you copy and pasted Simon. Blonde hair, light eyes and only a shade or two darker then his father. Other then that he got nothing from you-

• He adores his Son and feels proud of him everyday he lived and breathes.

• Johnny still refuses to speak, remaining mute but Simon is fairly certain it's by choice which he respects.

• Simon and him sitting next to each other as you argue with Hazel about something stupid, Johnny discreetly reaching up and taking off his hearing-aids to not hear anymore.

• Simon has to suppress a laugh-

• Johnny often goes hunting with Simon, especially since he's the most into the outdoors besides Rose.

• Is oddly a perfect hunter- Has very quiet steps and is smart with a gun.

• Him and Johnny are sitting in some trees waiting for the elk to go by, Johnny staring out into space a bit as he holds his rifle and thinks.

• Simon seeing this grabs a piece of bark and tosses it at him to get his sons attention. 'Whats wrong?' Simon signs, Johnny sighing lightly.

• 'I guess, just thinking-' Johnny signed. Simon nodding his head for the teen to continue.

• 'Do you wish I wasn't deaf? I could have been military like you, I couldn't have done a lot of things. Like speak.. Does it bother you?'

• Simon felt surprised by this- Shaking his head quickly. 'No-'

• 'No- I do not care about if you are deaf or dont speaak, it doesnt matter to me. You are my Son- I'd have never let you go into the military either way, I don't want any of you to experience what I have. I want you to live good lives, and long ones not just for me and your mother. But for your name sake. So no, it doesnt bother me' Simon signed, feeling the burn in his chest at remembering his fallen comrade and his sons namesake.

• Johnny sat there, his hands twitching as he tried to think what to say but couldn't. Instead just smiling softly with a nod, turning back to see some elk coming into the clearing.

• The two hunted in peace that night not a word spoken between the two of them.

• "Why the long hair?" Simon ask, noticing the lack of haircut from his boy in the last few months. Johnny shrugs and signs 'Growing it out, Going to see if I like it'

• Never cuts it again- Much to Simon's annoyance

• When Johnny goes to University for Aero Space Engineering he almost cries- while he understands absolutely nothing his boy is saying to him when talking about his homework

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thatfreshi · 8 months

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can i request the reader has an emotionally abusive parent and astarion finds out and protects and comforts her?

TW - Emotional abuse, gaslighting, domestic violence

Recommended Song: The Archer - Adam Melchor

After settling down in Baldur's Gate again, you and Astarion have been slowly trying to fit back into the city. It's hard though, after such a long adventure, after trauma and perilous feats, to just be a person. You've reached out to a couple of old friends, trying your best to explain everything without revealing too much, especially without Astarion jokingly baring his fangs and saying "Be warned, I bite." The dumbass seems to think reverse psychology works on everyone.

So word slowly gets out that you're back in town. People that you knew forever ago suddenly stop by the house, and each time Astarion has to double-check that you know them, paranoid about people coming into the home you've built for the two of you. You don't blame him one bit.

It's a Summer afternoon, and you've just come in from tending your little backyard garden. Astarion calls out to you as you come in the back door.

"Darling, there's yet another person here to see you."

He gets a little overwhelmed by all these people wanting to come see you, but he tries his best to be supportive.

"Alright, coming."

You take off your gloves and hang them up by the door, making your way to the front of the house.

"Who is it?"

"Not sure, she wouldn't say."

He opens the door, and a shiver runs down your spine. Your mother.

"Oh, it's so good to see you Tav."

She lunges for an embrace before you can step away, your body is in shock. 'Why is she here?' 'How did she find out?' 'Who could've possibly told her you were back in town?'

"And who is this handsome man?"

Astarion realizes you're a little stunned, and he takes over the conversation for you.

"Astarion, and who might you be?"

"Well I'm Tav's mother of course! I'm sure she's told you all about me." He words are lined with spite, poison dripping out of her mouth. Your vampiric lover senses the tension, and yet you quickly switch tones.

"Come on in mother, we can show you around."

A fake smile, a facade. He's taught you well how to hide your intent, especially in peril.

"Yes, of course."

His voice trails off, wondering what you're up to. You simply start a tour of the house, acting like you would with any old friend.

"So obviously here's the little living space. I'd like to have some more plants in here, but somebody has to have a place to store all his books."

You try to shoot him a playful look, but when you meet eyes both of you know it's wrong. You chuckle a little too late, almost robotically.

"Ah yes, Tav here used to read all the time as a little one. Read all those silly little adventure books, even wanted to go on one."

"Yes, but-"

"BUT, instead we kept our lovely little offspring around to help with the business for a while, convinced Tav it was best to help the family."

Something triggered in Astarion's brain, the way she said family.

"Yes, of course mother. It was the right thing to do after all."

He realizes you never spoke about your parents, or about any of your family members for that matter. You've always spoken so freely, without a care in the world. Suddenly you were stiff, conforming to a conversation that you had no control over.

"Well, everyone must leave the nest eventually."

He smiles, trying to relieve the tension, still analyzing your movements.

"Well, my child here just up and disappeared a couple years back, left me and my husband in shambles."

Clearly she didn't know about the nautiloid, or about any of your adventures.

"And yet suddenly here you are, a house, a lovely man, and you feel no need to tell your parents you're home? After all, we could always use the help."

"Well, Astarion and I have been very busy mother, finishing up the house, settling in."

"You know I could've helped with all that."

"We've been managing fine."

The conversation starts to get aggressive. Astarion goes into that protective stance of his, standing tall next to you and wrapping his arm around you.

"Yes, if we ever need help we'll certainly reach out."

There's a slight hiss at the end of his sentence, and you nudge him in the side, trying to get him to keep his composure.

"No need to get all defensive. Tav and I, we understand each other. I just worry, my child being out in the wild, adventuring through forests with all those miserable monsters."

"Would've been better being away from the worst of them."

You mutter under your breath. It's frustrating, this woman coming back into your life, trying to convince you to come back and 'help' her out with the business. You did almost all the work, under her hand. And when you said you wanted to leave and go out on a grand quest...

"You know what, you need to leave."

You finally speak up.

"Excuse me?"

She's shocked.

"Yeah, before there's another accident. Would hate if I broke my leg again."

Astarion's grip tenses.

"That was a sad coincidence and you know it Tav."

"No, you pulled the ladder out from under me while I was climbing to fix something on the roof, and I fell and shattered my leg, and this just so happened to be the day after I told you I was going to leave the city."

"I was trying to stabilize it after I saw it was falling. Don't blame your poor mother."

"And what about when you refused to have a cleric come see me, and I was on bed rest for months on end, while you did nothing."

Your mother goes to speak again, but Astarion cuts her off.

"As my lovely partner here has already said, I think you need to leave, now."

He unwraps himself from you, stepping towards the defensive woman.

"There's no way you believe Tav's idiotic lies. Don't be a fool."

"You're the fool, a fool who's about to lose their head if you don't turn around and leave this house."

She goes to say something else, watching as he goes to grab his trusty dagger. Instead she simply huffs, and storms out the door. Astarion slams it behind her.

"You'll come back Tav, you'll see reason!"

He quickly deadbolts the door and comes back over to you, and you finally break down. That woman, she terrorized you your entire childhood, and some mind flayer ship took you away from her, thankfully.

"You... you never told me about your mother."

"Yeah, I didn't think it really compared to all of your shit."

You wipe at your eyes.

"Now, we don't need to compare apples and oranges my love. It's abuse, all the same, all evil."

He holds you for a while. You're still nervous you'll hear banging on the door, but hopefully Astarion scared her off well enough.

"She'll never be back here, not if I have something to say about it. Here, come sit."

You make your way to the sofa, and he just holds you for a while. It's silent, except for his breathing and a few soft sobs from your sorrows.

"You know, I don't mean to pry, and you don't have to answer if you don't wish to... but did she really let you suffer like that? With your leg just, shattered?"

"Mhm. I couldn't walk for months. I still don't think it ever healed properly. I begged for her to get someone to come look at it, and she just kept saying 'no Tav, they'll just charge us for some bogus potions' and that was that."

He wraps his arms around you tighter than ever. He's lost in thought, going between thoughts of your pains and his own.

"We're so lucky."

You're a little surprised. It's not often he's such an optimist, especially at times like this.

"What do you mean?"

"I think we understand each other better than anyone. Your griefs echo mine, it just makes sense. Not to say I'm happy you went through that... but we're just lucky, lucky to have each other."

You plant a gentle kiss on his hand.

"I agree darling. Thank you, for always being here for me."

"Only because I know you'd do the same for me, my love."

The two of you stay cuddled there for a long time, not really saying or thinking anything. Just two people, sitting in the air of each other's freedom. Just two lovers who were the first to be loved by one another.

#angst #comfort #astarion #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate astarion #astarion x tav #astarion x reader

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blossom-works · 7 months

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Mommy and Daddy Bear

"Chris! Claire!" Leon calls out to his friends. They are locked inside two Alcatraz jail cells. The Redfield siblings are pale, gritting their teeth from whatever is hurting them. The DSO agent tries to force the cells open, but they are locked shut.

"Look behind you, Leon." Claires points. Her arm is shaking, but she is determined to make her friend look behind him. Following her finger, Leon spots someone else in the cell behind him. The entire room is dark, so he turns on his flashlight.

"Babe!" Leon drops his flashlight and crawls to your cell. Like the Redflields, you are gritting your teeth in pain. Your skin is pale too. Leon reaches inside the cell to cup your cheek. Through his gloves, Leon can feel your rising temperature.

"What are you doing here? What happened? Where are the kids?"

Drowsy, you try your best to answer him. "They...They're with Helena. Some woman tried to ambush us but I managed to hold her off." Your wheezing worries Leon even more. There are two times Leon has seen you in a similar state. Both were when you gave birth to his children.

"Help! Get us out of here!"

Leon turns around and in Claire's cell is Leon's target.

"Antonia Taylor...I'll deal with your ass later." Screw his mission. His wife is more important than bringing in some rouge scientist. He needs to get his wife home to their kids.

Leon rubs your warm cheek as an act of comfort. "I'm gonna get you out of here, sweetheart. Don't worry."

Suddenly, the lights flicker on. Jill and Leon pull out their guns and point them in opposite directions. The man in charge, Dylan Blake, introduces himself and his insane plan to the entire group. One of his bio-drones stings Leon in the back of his neck, weakening the man. From your line of view, you see the same woman who tried to take your children jump down from the floor above.

"You bitch." You groan out. You wish you had your gun on you so you could shoot the woman between her eyes. The woman disarms your weakened husband and kicks him to your cell. Reaching your hand out, you squeeze Leon's shoulder.

"I get it now. The attack. The virus. You got them from Arias. That's why she's here." Leon wheezes out. The virus is coursing through his veins, slowly shutting his body down.

"Leon," You exhale. "That's her. That the bitch that tried to take the kids."

Dylan's voice echoes the large, empty room. "You killed poor Maria's father. It was only fair for her to take away your family, Leon. Unfortunately, we underestimated your wife's condition. Even at three months post-partum, she was able to put up a fight. Left a bruise or two on Maria. I've got to say my friend, you have yourself quite a catch."

"Screw you, you bastard!"

"My kids and wife are innocent! You had no right to go after them!"

Dylan goes on a tangent about how everything the BOW fighters have fought for was a lie. They are nothing but pawns for powerful people to use. Dylan nit-picks at each of them, even you.

"And poor Mrs. Kennedy...I feel bad for you the most. You married a man who is tied down to his endless, grueling job. He even got your family mixed into his mess. What kind of a man does that to his family?"

You defend your husband through your gritted teeth. "Leon didn't do shit to our family. You're the one who endangered our family, asshole! My husband does everything he can to protect us so kindly fuck off!"

Leon has always questioned his ability to protect his family. He is constantly gone throughout the year and for an unknown amount of time. Your husband tries his best to be there for his kids and for you, but work gets in the way. He even worries about being present in their early lives. Leon does not want to miss out on their important firsts. He never wants to end up as the dad who misses out on his kids' school events, games, and recitals. Dylan is good at hitting a man in his Achilles heel.

Maria grabs onto Jill's hand, making her drop her gun from the pressure she applies. To protect their only chance at survival, Leon pulls out a flash grenade and tosses it in the middle of the hallway. When the flash clears, Maria steps onto Leon's chest. The more pressure she uses, the more her heeled boots dig into his skin.

"Leave them, Maria. They're all about to turn anyway."

Reluctantly, the woman obeys. She haughtily looks down at you who is glaring at her. Cursing the woman for going after your family. Silently proclaiming your revenge.

All week and terrified, Leon does his best to distract you from the pain. "How are the kids?"

"They should be fine. Helena was with me when Maria decided to drop by. She took the kids while I stalled Maria." You grip your side in pain. "Man that bitch packs a mean kick."

"She," Leon groans. "She knew where we lived?" You nod. It astonishes you too. Everything about your family is classified thanks to DSO's protocol. Information about their agents and their families is pretty much untouchable with the exception of a few.

Being the angel she is, Rebecca shows up with her vaccines. "Thank goodness I made an extra." She tries to give Leon the vaccine first, but he rejects it. No way is he going to get better while his wife is still sick. When everyone is vaccinated, you all know the battle is almost over.

Picking up Jill's gun, you turn around to face your husband. "Let's go get that bitch."

---

The fight between you, Leon, and Maria is an exhausting one. It takes the two of you a while before your full strength is back. Something must have been injected into Maria because she is what you describe as a "super soldier". Maria is a good fighter, but she fucked with your family. She broke into your home. She tried to go after your precious kids and use them as leverage. The woman fucked with the wrong set of parents. And she put her nasty ass foot on your husband's face! So not cool!

When Leon regains his strength, he double-kicks Maria. His last kick is about to send Maria to her death, but you want to be the one to do it. You take the disheveled Maria and shove her from behind with your foot while bending her body down to a certain level of height. The metal rod sticking out, pierces through Maria's head, killing her instantly. You and Leon have peace of mind knowing that the woman after your family is dead.

Leon drags you away from Maria's body and brings you into his chest. Your hug only lasts a couple of seconds because the control room starts to shake.

"We are so going on vacation after this." You say.

Leon laughs and nods his head in agreement. You guys are definitely booking a trip when you get home. He hopes that Eri will not remember whatever happened in your home. Levi is only a few months old but his sister is two. Leon does not want Maria to be one of Eri's earliest memories. Leon can only hope that your maternal instincts protected Eri from early childhood trauma.

---

The fight on Alcatraz Island is over. The six of you sit outside as you wait for backup to arrive.

"Well...I know what I'm taking away from this."

"What's that?" Rebecca asks.

"Prison tours suck." Leon's dorky remark makes everyone laugh. You lightly shove him to the side before he swings his arm around your shoulder. "So, where we goin' for vacation, love?"

"You were serious about that?" Chris asks. Leon announced that he and his family were going on vacation after this mission, but the BSAA operative thought Leon just said that in the heat of the moment.

You hum. "France? I've always wanted to see the Palace of Versailles and I'm sure Eri would love to go to the Disneyland there."

Claire raises her hand like a kid. "OOO! I wanna go too!" As much as she travels because of one thing or another, it is never where she wants to go and do what she wants to do (besides survive of course).

"France sounds good. Jill? Rebecca?"

Jill shrugs her shoulders and Rebecca says that she could use a vacation after this week.

"Wait a damn minute, It's a family vacation. Kennedy only." You slap your husband's arm for being rude to your friends.

"C'mon babe, these guys are practically family. Besides, free babysitters."

Hearing "free babysitters" immediately changes Leon's mind. He loves his children, but having the chance to have their mother to himself is just too good to pass up. Eri is an easy kid to watch, she just needs to work on her potty-training skills. Levi is formula fed so he does not need to be on your boobs every two or three hours. This means that mommy and daddy can have some uninterrupted "mommy and daddy" time.

"Alright, fine but you guys are paying for yourselves."

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Story inspired by "Family Matters" by @not-another-leon-blog

#fanfiction #x reader #leon kennedy x reader #leon resident evil #resident evil 5 #resident evil #re4 #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy imagine #resident evil imagine #resident evil 6 #resident evil death island #resident evil 4 #resident evil damnation #resident evil infinite darkness #resident evil vendetta #re leon #reader insert

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misscinnamonroll16 · 2 months

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Brozone headcanons

Clay and Floyd are the stunt men now that they're adults. Clay's always been a little bit of a daredevil, Floyd already died once, why not live a little.

Clay is nocturnal, like the rest of the Putt-putt trolls. His bros throw his sleep schedule off so when they're hanging out, it's not unusual for Clay to just be passed out somewhere or on someone. If they can, they get Clay to bed so he can properly sleep. If not, everyone's volume goes low.

Both Floyd and John Dory took bartending classes. And by took I mean, Floyd just so happened to be sleeping with a bartender who taught him some things. When making drinks, John's proper about it, Floyd is kind of messy. Floyd's over pouring and spilling.

Clay's handwriting is like a nice print. It's easy to read and looks good on paper.

John Dory is good at photography. He mostly uses this skill for taking nature shots but he's gotten good at candid shots of his brothers. He doesn't let them know about these pics bc they don't look the most photogenic but they look like themselves and that's what John loves to see.

JD has dimples

John Dory almost always has at least one weapon on him.

The brothers think JD has a death wish bc he's constantly going after animals that could literally kill him. "John! Don't touch that, it'll tear you to pieces!" "Psh, whatever. If we weren't supposed to pet it then why does look so fluffy?"

Floyd doesn't go into detail about his past. He'll tell snippets here and there but avoid questions. For one, because he's a bit embarrassed about it. He did a lot of things he isn't proud of, drugs, sleeping around, and drinking. For two, he knows that his older brothers still see him WAY younger than he actually is (like how they still see Branch as a baby) and it would just shatter that mentality. And he doesn't want to do that. For three, it's WAY more fun for him if they don't know and have to keep guessing. Floyd has heard them trying to figure out what he spent the last twenty years doing and starts fucking with them.

John Dory definitely has pictures from even when he was a baby and such. Even ones with their parents but he tries to keep those ones tucked away. Branch is going through them when he finds a picture that has been folded in one of the sleeves of the photo album. It's a picture of John and Bruce and their parents. JD quickly snatches the photo and shoves it his vest. Those people looked like strangers to Branch, that picture probably being the first time he's seen them

The brothers know they didn't have a good childhood but John did his best, despite being pretty much a child himself.

John Dory man spreads no matter who he is sitting next or if he's just sitting in a chair.

John Dory wears the one glove to hide an incredibly deep scar. He got into some trouble with some bounty hunters and needless to say, they drove a knife through his hand. He doesn't want his lil bros to know or worry about it so he hides it.

All the boys (like most trolls) are fuzzy. JD and Bruce have the most prominent facial hair and chest hair. They all have leg hair, arm hair, under arm hair, and a happy trail.

Clay and John have the Blond™️ gene (that's how I'm referring to it) where their hair goes through changes. That's why their hair is so much different from when they were kids. In the summer while spending a bunch of time outside, JD and Clay's hair gets lighter, Clay being a light yellow and John being a soft teal. The others convinced them to do one of those 'take a picture every day for a year' things and make it into a flip book to show how their hair changes color.

The boys really wanted a sister. John jokes that they kind of got one with Floyd

Floyd and John Dory are good gardeners. JD briefly grew his own food and Floyd just has a natural green thumb (not that John doesn't)

Floyd gets random nosebleeds

#trolls #brozone #trolls john dory #trolls floyd #trolls clay #trolls bruce #branch trolls #trolls headcanon #trolls headcanons #brozone headcanons #brozone hcs

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lowkeyrobin · 2 months

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headcannons where quackity's s/o has tattoos? could also be nsfw, if you're comfortable with it :))

I don't write NSFW but I can definitely do the tattoo part! thanks for requesting!! I don't think I've actually posted a quackity focused thing yet which is surprising to me bc I have like 3 drafts for him LMAO

QUACKITY ; tattooed lover

summary ; you have tattoos and your boyfriend is head over heels

warnings ; language; talk of needles / pain of tattoos, use of quackitys real name (lmk if I should change it!)

word count ; 670

genre ; fluff

masterlist

In general, he'll act normal about all your tattoos and whatnot, but inside every time he sees your arms (especially if you have sleeves or some sick ones around your wrists that trail up your arm even a bit) he'll just get a little red in the cheeks. He absolutely loves all your ink. He thinks it's so sick, but he's not committed enough to get any, and he doesn't think he has the pain tolerance.

he went with you to get a new tattoo on your shoulder/upper arm area

he learned you'd be there for like 5 hours and he groaned like a shitty iPad kid and took his phone out while he threatened to call Philza

once he saw the tattoo gun... oh lord it was over

literally whisper shouted at you while the artist got up to get gloves

"that's what you're getting jabbed with??? why are we here again???"

genuinely can't look

once he hears the buzzing he turns his music on and he's staring down while he sits on the couch across from you

"Alex, look!" you smile, "I'm fine"

"how do I know you're not a clone?"

"Holy shit. dude it's the quackityhq duck, that's why I brought you along"

"WAIT WHAT?"

it's not a big tattoo whatsoever, but it's a reminder that he's always with you, how you've grown together and how that's always going to be an era of your content you'd never forget about

literally gets emotional about it

"You didn't have-"

"I wanted to, for the millionth time"

he genuinely didn't know tattoos were so expensive, once you leave he questions why it was 450 dollars and you explain to him how tattoo artist income works

He's not the one to want to peel off the second skin or pop the ink bubbles or even touch the tattoo until the skin goes back to normal. He's just kinda freaked out for some reason, it's just one of those things and it honestly makes sense.

He takes some dedicated time to sniff all the lotions and numbing creams and comment on each and every one, though. All while you're trying to do some aftercare on it and shit, and you just watch.

"this one smells like buttercream icing"

"yeah?"

"ew, this one smells like badboyhalo's ass!"

"why would you even know that? 😁"

If you have any tats without color, Alex will gladly color them in with washable markers like you're a walking coloring book. He'll literally call for you and ask you if he can color on you again, it's cute, really.

"y/n/n, can I color your tattoos again?"

"aren't you streaming?"

"so?"

"yeah, fine"

he has a whole gallon sized ziploc bag filled with Crayola washable markers

like he goes from playing on the qsmp and hanging out with some people to coloring all over you while said people watch 😭

you wave to his friends like "Hello, I am his walking therapy coloring book"

he's like a little kid. You just look over at him like, "Holy shit I could love you forever wtf"

Sometimes, he'll just draw you new tattoos (with washable markers dw) cause he gets bored and wants to doodle on you. Most of the time it ends up being stick figures and dicks but it's okay, it's his way of showing affection.

He'll genuinely think of song that remind him of each of your tattoos. Somehow, some way, he does. He has a whole playlist titled 'Y/n's tattoos', and he rarely listens to it, but he thinks it's fun to think of a new song when you get another tattoo.

Although he is a little concerned because what's gonna happen when you're old and wrinkly? How do the tattoos last? Do they become old and wrinkly like the tattooed grandmas meme? Because if so, he'll rip on you til the end of time.

"well I have a long time before I look like a tattooed elderly person, but okay"

"So you will? Oh my fucking God! BAHAHAHA"

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt x reader #mcyt preferences #mcyt oneshot #quackity x reader #qsmp x reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #quackityhq x reader #quackity headcannons #alex quackity #alex quackity x reader

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shygirl4991 · 17 days

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Chapter 5 Grand Sleepover

Art done by @alianarepasa do not repost Summary: After the event of Splits into Three everything felt like things were back to normal, that is until Three’s boyfriend kicks down his front door announcing he has fallen under the same spell he did. Together they will learn the secret of the cherry potion and with SMG4 splits put an end to the evil gang's plan. Sequel to Split into Threes

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Tags: Fluff, Angst, Comedy, Romance, action and adventure, Trauma, IGBP

SMG4 sighs as he waves the crew goodbye, they all agree to come by another day to help with the personalities. Once gone he turns to see Three talking with Artist, he watches as the personality glows with excitement over whatever his boyfriend was telling him. He takes out his sketchbook and runs to the others, with a nod Three walks up to four “We need to make rooms for them to stay at right now, after all you do have an empty second floor you're still working on.”

Four nods as he throws himself to his partner “This is going to be a long couple of days…at least the bright side of the day was the gloves and your delicious cherry coffee!” SMG3 gets tense as he gently lifts Fours head to look at him. Trying to remain calm and collected he asked the question he feared “Did you drink a full cup of cherry coffee?” he should have known this was the reason, why didn't it hit him sooner. Three only had a sip and his three personalities were a lot, SMG4 got six, thinking on it more he starts to remember what book told him which only got the guardian concerned for his boyfriend. Four gives him a bright smile “Of course you make great coffee!” Artist hums doodling the rooms when he notices Delinquent removing his gloves and glaring at them, slowly he approaches “D im collecting room ideas, busy?” The personality hides the gloves and turns before writing his thoughts down. He rips the page out and hands it to Artist, taking the paper and seeing his idea Artist smiles softly “Tonight lets have some fun, you in?” Delinquent gives Artist a look before noticing a smirk looking at him then at three. He lets out a low chuckle “Ah…well if the others want to then you know i'm all for it,” for once Delinquent was excited for something other then his plans.

With a nod, Artist keeps doodling the rooms and goes off to ask the rest. Delinquent watches as the group starts shaking the Artist to hurry and draw their room. His eyes then landed on his original and Three, he saw Three face go pale causing him to tilt his head “Wonder what those two are doing?” Three takes Four hands and walks to the bedroom, once the door is slammed he starts looking around the room. Four stares at his partner confused “Uh Three what are you looking for?” Three sighs standing up and giving him a sheepish smile “So the cherry coffee, you were never meant to drink it.” he sighs sitting on the bed. He touches the pins “Drinking the coffee i notice the cherry flavor, then next thing i know bam i have three versions of myself. So I put the coffee in the fridge to figure shit out later! How did you even get your hands on it?”

Four blinks and slowly points at the spade pin “I…did the others know? I went to the fridge and got the coffee. Spade said it was okay for me to take it, are you saying you drank random cherry coffee which started all this?!” Three rolled his eyes. Getting up from the bed he glares at his boyfriend “OH YEAH I JUST DECIDED OH LOOK FREE COFFEE MIGHT AS WELL FUCKING DRINK IT!” Anger was building up in four as he stomps up to three “THEN HOW DO YOU EXPLAIN THE CHERRY IN THE COFFEE IF YOU DON'T HAVE ANY CHERRY COFFEE IN YOUR PLACE!” Three stays silent, his eyes go wide “Your right!” he walks out of the room with Four chasing him “Where are you going?!” three stops at the door and turns to four “To check my coffee machine.” He pulls at the door and stares at it confused, he pushes the door, still the door did not want to open. The personalities turn and walk up to the door, Ringmaster chuckles “Door trouble?” Prince gently pushed Three away and attempted to open the door “The door..is stuck?”

Four walks up shaking the door, seeing the door didn't open he ran to a window and attempted to open it. He blinks realizing even the window wouldn't open “GUYS!? EVEN THE WINDOWS WON'T OPEN!” They all scattered trying to find an exit.After a while Delinquent sighs kicking the front door, to his surprise it swung open “Hey look at that i manage to fix the door,” everyone stops and turns looking at the door confused. Four look at Delinquent then the door “How the hell?” Three runs out of the castle to his cafe without a second thought, once inside he starts to investigate his machines. He opens the coffee machine and gasps seeing what's inside the machine, it was pink liquid, he knew it was risky but had to know. He reaches towards the liquid only to be stopped when he hears the cafe door open, he closes the machine and gives a small smile at Four. “Still looking, when I find out anything you will be the first one to know blue!”

Four nods as he looks back at the castle then at Three “Hey…what happened at the castle, that was weird huh?” Three nods “Yeah, it's almost like something didn't want us to see something.” Seeing Four’s eyes flicker to a different color made Three approach Four “Hey blue, i get the anxiety but we got this!” SMG4 grabs Three’s hand “You told me a gang were after your personalities…what if thats what happened back there?” Three pulls Four closer to him. Slowly he wraps his free arm around the man, he thinks over his boyfriend's words as he stares at the castle “I don't think so, these guys have no idea about you yet. Trust me if they knew about you guys they would be at our front door.” Something did rub Three the wrong way, how did the whole castle end up locked up like that. Even more strange, why did everything open the moment Delinquent opened the door?

Before he could think more on it an explosion was heard over at the castle, they exchanged a look before running over. Artist sighs at the mess of paint all over the second floor, Ringmaster smirks, proud of the paint explosion he made. Prince grab’s Artist holding the man back “YOU DUMBASS WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY PAINT!” Ringmaster turns, giving him a smirk “Showing you what true art looks like.” Delinquent looks around at the mess “It looks more like Depresso came in here and vomited.”

Ringmaster glares at the orange man “What? No, I painted each corner that belongs to each of us!” Artist lets out a bitter chuckle “You moron, the colors are everywhere where do any of us go when you have green mixed with White!” SMG3 and Four run up stairs to see the mess of paint everywhere. The personalities noticing them all point towards Ringmaster, he lets out a gasp at how fast the others sold him out. Three sighs walking up to Artist “Let me have the room plans, the cherry hunt can wait for now.” He hands over the plans as Three puts on a hard hat, the others walk away to stand next to four. Seeing this SMG4 turns to Ringmaster “I dont get why you have to bother Artist so much,” Ringmaster scoffs at the comment “Artist thinks he is better than me, i was here first the good days of memewarts!” Four frowns and watches Artist angrily pick up his paint cans from the floor. At that moment he felt something toward the Artist, he walked over helping with cleaning up the paint “We will get you more paint, or maybe take a break from painting…i recently picked up digital art.” Artist eye glow as he leans closer to Four “I can try digital? Hehe my power grows,” Artist laughs to himself worrying Four.

Delinquent frowns watching the interaction, Producer seeing the frown takes Delinquent's hand. The man turns to look confused at the personality “He cares for us…i…he has to right?” Delinquent could only let out a hum as he turned his attention to SMG3. The man looks over the plans and claps his hands, a white light takes over making everyone cover their eyes. The moment the group looked again six rooms were built, they gaps as they walk up to their door. Artist giggles touching the name plate “Our Mcdreamy has some skills under his belt huh?” “Not impressed,” was all Delinquent said before going in the room and locking it, with a sigh they all thank Three and walk into their room. Three smiles and gentle pats Fours back “It is getting late, you should join them and rest. Hopefully that nightmare doesn't come back, if it does though i'm right next door.” Four nods and they both leave to rest. Artist peeks out the door watching the pair leave, the moment they are gone he begins his plan. Walking to his sewing machine, Artist starts looking over the room plans “Now, let's make some fun pajamas shall we. Wonder what everyone requested, hehe.”

Once done, Artist visits every room handing out a package, he changes into his own colorful pj’s. He walks down stairs waiting to see everyone, his smile grows seeing each personality come out in their pj’s. Delinquent chuckles “Why are you so basic? Plaid really?” Ringmaster waves his hand “I'm not here to impress, Pajamas are for sleeping plus you're wearing a band shirt you're not that original!” Parent comes out excited over his pj’s, as he skips over to the group the rest stared in horror over his Beeg onesie. They turn to Artist who only gives them an apologetic smile. Producer and Prince come out ready to show off their pj’s only to freeze seeing Parents onesie “I know it's just so cute right?” Prince pats Parents back “It's fantastic!” Delinquent makes a disgusted face as he keeps staring at the pj. That's when a light bulb lit up “Hey guys, in a way this is like one of those sleep overs the original always pictured. Why don't we make this night a fun one and prank SMG3,” he lets out a mischievous grin. Artist pulls Delinquent into a surprise hug “YES! LET'S DO IT!” all according to plan.

The group plans their prank while Producer plays with the sleeves of his shirt “Guys…I don't know about this. What if we make him hate us? OH GOD WHAT IF HE GROWS TO HATE US AFTER THIS!?” Delinquent walks up to Producer, everyone relaxes hoping the man would help Producer relax “I would honestly love that.” Parent runs up to the shock Producer “uh hey kiddo i have an idea, let's play the don't listen to D game!” Parent keep distracting Producer and the rest finish up their plans. Now that the plan is done, the group sneaks over to the cafe and notices Three was awake. Artist snaps his fingers “Damn he is awake, I’m paintfully aware of my limitations so i wont know how to distract him.” they all look down lost in thought on how to distract the man. Delinquent sighs as he walks ahead of the group only to be stopped by Producer “I…i will do it.” The group stare at Producer in shock, with a shaky breath he walks into the cafe.

Three stares at his coffee machine nervously, he wasn't sure what would happen if he attempted to taste it. Would it bring them back? Would he risk it and anger them by bringing them back out? He hears the door open making him look away, there he sees Producer nervously messing with his sleeves again “Cute pj’s im guessing artist helped?” the personality nods as he walks closer to Three. He watches the personality, confused, he reaches out “Hey are you okay?” Producer then suddenly hugs him. Three smiles softly hugging the personality back, he then blushes “okay the hug is going on too long can we stop, not because i'm really enjoying it or anything it’s just awkward!” Producer lets out a chuckle as he pulls away. The group watches waiting for their moment to sneak in, Delinquent on the other hand blushes seeing the hug that happens.

Producer shyly looks down “I uh…god please don't hate me for asking but…you're our boyfriend. You and the original kissed yeah? W-what is that like?” the group gasps at the question as their eyes move to Three to see what happens next. The heart pin glows as he gets closer to Producer “Are you asking to kiss me?” Producer’s face goes red as he starts to panic “AH THIS WAS SO STUPID I'M SORRY PLEASE DON'T HATE ME FORGET WHAT I SAID!” Three reaches out to Producer and gently caresses his face, the touch relaxes the man as he looks up confused “Then kiss me you silly, you're a part of blue. I love everything about him and that includes you.” Delinquent bites his lip seeing the moment between them, his head started to hurt the more he watched. He takes a step back “uh guys we can sneak over here let's hurry!” The group nods slowly going through the door and sneak to the back to get into Three’s room.

Producer was lost in Three’s eyes, he didn't notice the others running inside the cafe and starting their mission. The group take out their camera, Artist lets out an evil giggle getting Parent ready “Okay now use Beeg face to cover yours hehe we are going to make Three’s room a Beeg paradise!” Delinquent chuckles alongside artist as they take the photo and start decorating the room with it. Ringmaster chuckles as he opens the elevator “Alright guys let's go! While I won't get in trouble because I'm the star of the show, I can't lose my groupies!” Artist smacks him aside “Right like you would have anything like that.” Producer was feeling himself lose steam from all the flirting Three was doing, that was until the elevator ding caught threes attention. In a panic Producer grabs Three pulling him close, the group slowly sneak by to escape the cafe. Producer lets out a shaky breath “Please don't hate me..” before Three could ask anything Producer leans forward gently kissing Three. As the group celebrates making it out, Delinquent stares at Producer and Three kissing. A memory hit him making his face go red as he looked away, he had to remind himself of his mission as he followed the group to the castle. Producer attempts to fun off in a panic, Three then grabs him gently pulling him back “Hey PD its okay! Remember what I said, you're a part of blue, no matter what i will love all of you guys!” Producer looks down nervously thinking over his words.

“Save him…please save D…he is fading away,” Producer closes his eyes, scared to see Three’s face. The heart pin stops glowing as Three gently lifts Producers face “What do you mean he is fading?” Producer lets out a shaky breath. He then looks into three’s eyes “You said you love all of us no matter what, save D no matter what please!” The Spade pin flickers as Three nods “I promise, when the morning gets here, i will talk to four and see why he would deny his jealous side.” Producer shakes his head “I can't say more but…D is more than just jealousy,” with a small smile he walks out of the cafe. SMG3 watches Producer leave “More…than jealousy, what else could he be?”

Producer catches up with the others as they celebrate their victory, the group get together in Artist room and watch movies. Producer looks at Delinquent giving the man a soft smile, Delinquent nods and lets out a sigh. Over time the group falls asleep except Delinquent, he gets up and steps outside the castle to get blinded by the sun “Morning already huh?” a sharp pain hits him causing him to fall to his knees. SMG3 walks out of his cafe, he lets out an annoyed sigh at the fact his room was covered in strange beeg photos. He was impressed that producer managed to distract him for the others to pull the prank off. Delinquent notice Three and attempts to get away, he curses when he just ends up falling to the floor. The pain was becoming too much for the personality, he groaned trying to find something to help him. His eyes start to flicker as the pain gets worse, he lets out a scream catching SMG3 attention “Delinquent!”

Three helps Delinquent up before checking on him “What happened? Are you okay?” the man's eye twitched before the pain stopped. He nods “I'm okay…” SMG3 lets out a sigh of relief, seeing how close they are he pushed Three away. That's when he realized he was alone with SMG3 “No one is around us…hehe hahaha!” Three looks at the man concerned, this wasn't how heart acted when he was fading “Hey uh everything alright?” Delinquent nods “I lost my hat, if you want to be a hero so badly want to help me find it?” he tilts his head giving chills to Three. With a nod they both walk away from the showgrounds, SMG3 didn't like the feeling he was getting from the personality in front of him. Delinquent was silent as they walked to an alleyway “I lost my hat in there,” everything about this screamed trap to Three. He nods as he pats Delinquent making the personality go first, he watches as Delinquent starts to look around. “I have something to ask, the way you fell down…are you fading away?” Delinquent pauses. Slowly he stood up laughing, the laugh was dark, devoid of joy. He turns smiling at Three “OH! So you're going around putting things together!”

Three frowns walking closer to him “Delinquent..i want to trust and help you i'm not the bad guy.” Delinquent’s face twisted “BUT I AM!” a tentacle came from the ground swinging at Three, acting fast he jumps out of the way and glares at Delinquent. “That wasn't meme energy…that looked like…Delinquent what happened to you?” Delinquent laughs as he charges at Three. In a panic Three dodge and shoved Delinquent, the personality hits the gate door to the alleyway. The door falls off the hinge hitting a fire hydrant soaking the man. SMG3 gasps at the sight, Delinquent slowly gets up laughing “DO YOU SEE WHAT HE MADE ME?!” The black paint was being washed off. After a few moments white hair was revealed, his orange pink eyes were now completely pink.

“Delinquent…” distracted by the man's appearance, Three didn't notice another tentacle behind him. It swings slamming three to the ground, knocking him out cold. Delinquent walks up SMG3 moving his hair out of his face “I need you, you're the only one that knows the power and I would love to meet the real you.” He lifts up Three and walks into the shadows disappearing.

#smg4 #smg3 #smg34 #shygirl4991 #smg4 smg3 #smg43 #smg34 fanfiction #split into threes #six splits for fours #alianarepasa

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dreamauri · 10 months

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♪ — 𝗦𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗘 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗠𝗘 charles leclerc x wife! driver! reader (angst) “. . . charles goes the five stages of grief, again.”

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"Shhh, she's asleep." You heard Charles whisper as he carried you on his back through the paddock. It was your pre Qualifying tradition. You'd sleep in and go to the paddock in your pyjamas. The only problem with that, is that sleeping in makes you late for FP3.

But since you married Charles, you didn't have to worry about timing anymore. He carried you all the way from bed to his car, from the car to your motorhome. He wore pyjamas with you, danced to music with you before FP3. Call it a ritual, because it's been going on for 3 years now.

He pushed your Aston martin cap further down your face to make sure the sun wouldn't bother you. Walking into the green motorhome, Charles shared an awkward smile and wave with your team, minus Alonso who was trying to take photos of you passed out.

"Stay with me." You mumbled in your native language, one that Charles learned just for you. He'd just set you down on the couch in your driver's room, only for you to hold his hand to stop him from leaving.

"Cherie, I'm sticking out like a sore thumb. I'm in red." [sweetheart] He reminded you but you could only shrug not caring, trying to pull him closer to you. He wasn't going to leave in the first place, even if you asked him to, he just wanted to close the door. The one that Alonso was taking pictures from once you two were sound asleep in each others arms.

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"Ayyyy, Macarena! Aughh! You sang as you danced with your husband. He twirled you as you swung danced with each other in his garage with a few minutes till Qualifying. Drivers, staff, and other paddock patrons always stopped by for a minute or two to watch. It was always so heart warming to see the two enjoying your time together.

it was even more wholesome to watch you jump out of your car and run to him once you finished Qualifying, securing your first provisional pole. He pulled you in his arms, jumping with you excitedly. Although he lost leading the race to you, he felt so proud that you were finally on top like you deserved to be.

But you didn't deserve this. Not at all. Your car upside down on your husband's Ferrari. "Mon amour. Ça va être correct." [my love, it's going to be alright] You took off your left glove reaching for his hand under you. He copied your actions, holding his bare left hand with yours, the tattooed outline of your wedding rings touching.

Flinching, Charles looks confused at what fell on his visor. Red. Droplets of red were slowly dripping. "A-Amour!" He panicked trying to unbuckle himself, and get out. "Charles- Charlie. No no. It's ok. I'm ok." You comforted quickly, how you voice was so sweet and relaxed at a time like this he couldn't understand. He found himself crying as you whispered soft words and nothings to him, feeling the warm liquid trail down his wrist and arm under his race suit. "I will always be ok. Everything will be fine. I promise. We'll go home, and I'll make creps and we can watch cars 2."

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You lied. The first promise that you had ever broken, against your husband as well. Charles' chest felt empty as he carried your casket out of the cathedral, your helmet resting on top of the wooden confinement. His hand wouldn't leave the casket once he set you down in the car that would take you to your grave. Picking up your helmet, he watched you leave. Your mother stayed close to him, crying in his arms as he hugged her.

Charles felt numb.

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DENIAL

After brewing himself a cup of coffee, Charles gently knocked on the bedroom door before entering. He set your favourite coffee mug quietly on your night stand before moving to the curtains and draping the blinds closed.

You didn't sleep comfortably with bright light, and he always had to close the curtains for you. "I'm gonna go on a run, amour. I'll be back in 40 minutes or so." He told no one as he pulled clothes from his closet changing quietly and walking out.

When he came back all sweaty and heaving, he showered in silence for the first time.

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ANGER

It wasn't even 10 minutes into FP1 when Charles was quick to park the car on a patch of grass before hopping out and pulling his head protection off.

The food that he had forced himself to eat that morning was vomited on the grass. It was the first time back in the car since your crash and apparently he could still feel your blood dripping on his helmet and tricking down his arm.

"You okay, mate?" It was Max, he would tell by the redbull parked near his Ferrari. "DO I LOOK OKAY TO YOU?!" Charles snapped standing up and wiping his mouth clean. "GO GET P1 FOR ALL I CARE. IM NOT DOING THIS SHIT." Throwing his helmet somewhere in a fit of rage. Charles walked off, where to he didn't know. But he couldn't sit in the car that killed you.

The red colours of Ferrari held a different meaning now. "AND ITS ALL MY FAULT." He shouted angrily gripping his hair frustrated.

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BARGANING

Charles sat in the shower. He's been scrubbing his hands and arms for thirty minutes now but the blood wouldn't come off. No matter how much pressure he put or how much soap. Your blood was stuck to his skin, reminding him of his mistake.

"I should've never signed with Ferrari. I should've never bumped chased her down." He mumbled, hoping that admitting to his mistakes would remove the scars. "It's all my fault. And if I could, I'd take her place instead. If only- if only I braked earlier." He broke into sobs leaning against the wall. 'If only's crowding his mind, regretting everything he did that would've lead to your death.

"It's all my fault. I'm so- so sorry Y/N. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It's my fault." He shouted to the walls, hoping you'd return to his arms.

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ACCEPTANCE

Charles sat on the grass bed with groan, shifting his backpack on his lap and pulling out lunchboxes. He set his championship trophy next to your grave stone, opening the plastic lid and pulling out the crepe rolls.

"Oh they taste like shit." He chuckled embarrassed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he continued to eat anyways. "I'll have to ask your mom for her jam recipe because Lorenzo can't cook that well." He mumbled, leaning back on one arm while he ate with the other.

"It's for you." He pointed at the trophy. "I finally made it . . . Although I would've loved for you to win it more than me." He raised his crèp muttering a cheers as he got up leaving his stuff, only for a moment to go greet his dad. "See you around my love." He blew a kiss, the same way you always did to him during the formation lap or when he was on the podium.

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"RAAH!" You jumped on his back once you reached him. The boy flinched catching you quickly. "AMOUR! YOU SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME!" He scolded you, setting you down before pulling you into a deep kiss.

"There's that beautiful smile. My beautiful ocean eyes." You teased once you pulled away, cupping his cheeks gently. "Let me show you around! Come on!" You pulled on his arm, dragging him with you. "Hey- wait! Slow down!"

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Let's Talk About That Chapter 6

Psychiatrist!Avenger!fem!Reader x Wanda Maximoff

Warning: Not much. We're at the point of the Civil War fight happening. Lots of hurt and angst.

A/N: Good luck everyone I wanted to cry writing this. 🫠😢

May 24th 2016

The clash of the Avengers. Though you had been by Natasha's side the past few days. Clint came looking for you. Telling you to head to Germany. Steve would be waiting. You left a small note for Tasha, kissing her temple. She was in a deep sleep only because she felt safe with you. Normally any movement would have roused her.

You make it to Germany, hugging Steve. You picked him up and when you set him down he did the same back. "I didn't want to leave her...I know she's going to be pissed." You confess to him. He lets out a sigh, putting a hand on your shoulder.

"She was holding you there. Tony was doing the same thing to Wanda. He was keeping her trapped in the compound with Vision watching over her. Clint's on his way right now with her and a new friend, Scott, he goes by Ant-man." He tells you. Of course that's all it was. Tasha didn't need you. She never needed a bodyguard…she's a black widow assassin for God sakes. How could you be so blind.

"I can't wait to see her." You must be smiling like an idiot because Steve laughs.

"Alright lets go over our plans while we have some time." He tells you, Sam, and Bucky.

When Clint arrives you hug Wanda tightly and she does hug you back, but it doesn't feel the same. "Are you okay sweetie?" You ask, cupping her cheek.

"Yeah just concentrating. Getting ready to fight people we used to call friends and allies. Sorry I'm not in a lovey mood." She barks. You take a step back. Trying to read her emotions and aura. "Stop reading me." You blink and the colors you barely got to figure out dissipate.

"Fine." You stalk off going to change into your uniform. A blue sleeveless skin tight suit, gloves that go up to your biceps and your stone out and able to 'breathe' you switch out your glasses for contacts that unfortunately Tony made you that show you statistics and a bunch of information if you ask FRIDAY about it. You take a deep breath. The weight of it all hitting you, though you knew you needed to keep your emotions in check.

"Everything okay?" You hear Steve ask.

"Something's wrong...or off with Wanda...She doesn't want me reading her emotions. I'm worried that maybe..." you can't even say it out loud as Steve comes and hugs you. You can feel the tears threatening to spill over at the mere thought of not having her by your side.

"Y/N you're still so young. I know it's hard, but even if she isn't the one. It's going to be okay. No matter what. You'll make it through it." He reassures you. You felt like Steve could understand, he just lost Peggy and he's had to live with the fact that he can never be with the love of his life. You feel the tears fall as Steve hugs you once more.

“You'll make it through it. You're tough.” He reassures once more and you sniffle. You wipe the tears away and put up a Steele resolve. Steve was right. You were tough. This wouldn't kill you. No matter the outcome you couldn't let it kill you.

As everyone prepared for battle and got in place. Steve would go out on his own while the rest of you flanked around. Steve hoped he could just talk Tony down, but Tony practically came out swinging as he tended to do. Words fell on deaf ears as the battle started. You threw yourself into the battle, going after Vision and letting your anger rage out. Matching pace with him as you landed punch after punch. The synthezoid showed no signs of damage even after a hammer fist sent him flying into a crater in the ground.

“Why won't you just stay down!” You yelled before being grabbed by red tendrils on magic and flung into the side of a plane leaving a crater of your own.

“Why don't you!?” You heard Wanda yell a venom in her voice you'd never once had directed at you. You faltered for a moment before pushing yourself off the plane with enough force to push it onto its side.

“I gave you everything and this is how you repay me!?” You asked, going toe to toe with someone who was supposed to be your girlfriend, your friend, your ally. As you raise your fist to her you hesitate. You remember the moment you met her. When Tasha brought her to you. You remember how she melted against you with that first hug. You put your fist down. “I could never use my power on you.” you seethe at her as her face twists in a mix of shock and realization that she had hurt you, had sent you flying with her magic for fighting Vision who was our enemy right now.

Before anymore words can be exchanged you feel a sharp pain in your back as you fall to the ground. Vision had hit you with the only thing that could physically hurt you. His powers from the mind stone. Your own stone short circuiting from the power as you lay there motionless other than the occasional involuntary twitch.

As the battle unfolded, the fractures within the Avengers became glaringly apparent. Friendships strained, alliances shattered – it was a heartbreaking spectacle that left you grappling with conflicting emotions. The internal turmoil mirrored the external chaos, and your thoughts inevitably circled back to Wanda.

Engaged in the clash now with some Spider kid, you couldn't help but steal glances at her, attempting to gauge her emotions from a distance. The connection that had once felt so profound now seemed elusive, and the dissonance weighed heavily on your heart.

When the dust settled, and the repercussions of your choices became evident, you couldn't shake the feeling that the path ahead held even greater challenges. The division among you, the fractures in relationships, and the uncertainty about Wanda's feelings all loomed over you, casting a shadow on what had once felt like an unbreakable bond.

The clash of the Avengers had left scars, both visible and unseen, and you knew that healing would be a complex journey fraught with challenges. Yet, with the resilience born from shared hardships, you clung to the hope that you could find a way to mend what had been broken and emerge stronger on the other side.

Steve and Bucky managed to get away thanks to Natasha and you tried following her, but she ran off with nothing, but the promise that you'd see her soon and a kiss on the top of your head. She also used the electric shock device on you and all you wanted to do was cry as she left you there writhing in pain and left to deal with too many emotions on your own as waves of purple magic came off of you until the Earth gave out beneath you. You now lay in a deep crater of your own making.

You'd rather die than lose both the women you care about. Yet, here you are, still breathing. Though you were breathing you didn't feel alive anymore.

#ley speaks #ley writes #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #wanda x you #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff angst #natasha x reader #natasha romanov #natasha x you

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zoeykallus · 10 months

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My Queen, it has a appear that after the wild ride with Hunter of the phermones.

Someone has requested of a… *reads the paper out loud*

“My Queen, I request for Pheromones but with Echo please Queen of Clone Fanfic to witness the feral within of beloved Echo and kindly… make it nasty smut.”

But if you wish to rest, kindly ignore this, please.

You should not unleash me, especially not on Echo, yet here we are...

This has gotten out of hand. Well, you wanted nasty.

Echo x Fem!Reader One-Shot - Good Girl

Warnings: Sexual Content/Smut/Dirty Stuff/Dom-Echo/Sub-Reader/Pollen/Dub-Con/PiV/PiA/FiV/FiA/Rough Sex/"Toy" Use/Dirty Talk/Well, a lot of really smutty stuff/ 18 +

When the Bad Batch boys return to the Marauder after a mission to an unexplored planet, Echo feels feverish. What none of the men know is that Echo has inhaled pollen from native plants that are about to take their extreme effect. Still feeling strange as the boys leave for their next mission shortly thereafter, Echo stays behind in the Marauder with you. Echo lies in his bunk, most parts of his armor already removed. He is much too warm, his pulse is racing. He can't explain what's going on, because he doesn't really feel sick, but he senses that something is wrong with him. "You didn't have to stay here because of me," he says, taking off his gloves as you come into the main room. "It's okay, Echo. I'd rather be here in case your condition worsens," you say softly. He takes off his bracers, wearing only his Blacks and codpiece. "Didn't you have a date with a friend today?" he inquires. You wave it off and say, "That's not too important. I can make up for that meeting another time."

He smiles at you, you smile back.

When you turn around and bend down to pick something up, you have turned your back to him and Echo has a perfect view of your rear end. A tingle goes through his body, he feels himself getting even warmer and his cock swells behind the codpiece, against his will. He can't stop staring, only when you straighten up again and turn around does he tear his gaze away. You look at each other. You can tell by the look on his face that something is wrong. "Echo? Is everything all right?" "Sure," he says hurriedly. You ask him cautiously, "Can I leave you alone for a moment? Tech asked me to take care of something in the engine room." Echo swallows, he finally nods hastily, trying to suppress the impulses that suddenly force themselves on him. "Of course, go ahead." Echo watches you disappear into the engine room. His imagination runs away with him, his head a wild jumble of images of you sucking his cock, of him pressing you against one of the machines and taking you from behind, of him shoving his scomp link up your ass. He shakes his head, sweat standing on his forehead.

He mumbles softly to himself, "What the hell is wrong with you? You've had the hots for her for a while now, but your fantasies have never been this wild and intrusive." Echo can't help himself, the images won't let him go, the thought of hearing you moan and whimper while writhing in ecstasy is incredibly seductive. Quite automatically, he removes his codpiece without really thinking about it. His pants are very clearly bulging at the crotch. Like a sleepwalker, he stands up and walks towards the machine room. The corridors between the machines are very narrow, you can't run away from him here. He spots you, half bent over one of the machines, screwing the lid of a container back on. As if controlled by a stranger, he walks directly toward you. Echo presses against you from behind. You let out a startled little cry. Through the thin yoga pants you are wearing, you can very clearly feel the bulge in his Blacks pressing against your buns. "Echo?!"

Shakily, his hand reaches forward, moves under your shirt and up to your breasts. You have no idea what's gotten into him. Echo is actually rather reserved, even when flirting. But now he's pressing up against you. He literally rips the bra off your breasts, you can hear the material tearing. The next moment, he gets hold of one of your tits and kneads it greedily. It's all so surprising and seems basically wrong, but you can't help it, you're instantly aroused. Even though your pulse is still racing from shock, you feel a pulsing in your pussy as your clit swells and moisture gathers in your panties. He rubs his hard length unabashedly against your buns through the fabric of your clothing. You hear how hard he breathes. You're sandwiched between him and the machine, barely able to move. The arm with the scomp link moves forward and rubs over the fabric between your legs, over your pussy. The end of the scomp-link rubs right over your pearl. He murmurs in a smoky voice, "I wish I still had two hands". You moan his name softly, then give a low squeak as he gently bites your neck. Close to your skin, he murmurs, "I'm going to fill all your holes with cum." His dirty words are unexpected and trigger a pulse inside you. Automatically, you push your pelvis back, into his grinding motions, harder against his crotch.

"Good girl," he growls softly. He's so hot, his mind still racing with wild sexual fantasies of you. Echo feels the irrepressible urge to have you, in every way he can imagine. Suddenly, he jerks you around to face him. You look into his eyes, which look so dark, almost black. He stares at you without blinking. "On your knees," he growls softly. You don't even think about contradicting him, you automatically get down on your knees and see him pull down his Blacks. Right in front of your face, his hard cock plops out from behind the fabric. Long, thick, gently curved and pre-cum leaking. He slides the scomp link under your chin to lift it slightly, grabs the base of his cock with his other hand and guides the tip to your lips. "Be a good girl and take it in your mouth". His voice is raspy, rough, as if he can barely speak due to his arousal. You lick over his tip, it tastes salty. No sooner are your lips open than he pushes his cock into your mouth with a moan. The surprised sound that wants to come out of your mouth is muffled by his cock. "Suck!", he exclaims almost desperately, as if he is in pain, and only you can take it from him.

You start sucking on him, with one hand gently fondling his balls. His hand grips your hair, tighter than you expected. The tugging brings tears to your eyes. Echo doesn't really give you time to adjust or prepare. As you suck on his cock, your tongue pressed against the underside of his hard length, he keeps advancing so far that you can only suppress the gag reflex with difficulty. By now, tears are running down your cheeks, your mascara running and leaving little black trails on your face. His beat is ruthless, hard, fast. Echo looks down, hears and sees you sucking him, struggling to keep up with him. Part of him is ashamed of what he's putting you through, but in the foreground is his horniness, and the sight turns him on so much that his thighs begin to tremble. His balls tighten, the knot that has formed in his stomach loosens, and he cums in your mouth, shooting a thick load down your throat that you almost choke on. As he takes his cock out of your mouth, you try to swallow, catch your breath and want to wipe your face, but he immediately yanks you back to your feet, turns you around and bends you over the machine in front of you.

Echo is far from done with you. He is still hard, still hot, still hungry. He pulls your pants with a jerk, including your panties to the ankles. Impatiently, he brushes off your shoes and finally your pants, tossing both carelessly to the side. With one knee, he forces your legs apart, which again elicits a small startled sound from you. You still can't believe what is happening here. You are definitely horny, but also intimidated, insecure. Yet you want him, you want him to use you. You don't even try to complain or fight him off. Suddenly, you feel his fingers between your legs and bite your lower lip. His fingers shakily slide through your damp folds, dipping a tiny bit into your sensitive, wet hole. "Nice and wet, that's good," he growls. The next moment, you feel the tip of his cock pressing against your entrance. He immediately applies pressure, sliding into you, not roughly but not exactly slowly either. You let out a little cry as he fills you so suddenly, stretching your little hole with his thick cock.

Echo immediately picks up speed and starts thrusting into you while he presses you onto the machine with his hand on your back. The room immediately fills with the wet sound of his cock thrusting into your dripping pussy and his pelvis slapping your bare buns with each thrust. He gasps, moans and grunts uninhibitedly as he takes you. Your pussy clenches greedily around his cock as if it had longed to be fucked so properly. Your clit pulsates and your hand automatically moves there, your fingers begin a wild dance on the bundle of nerves. Suddenly you feel his hand leave your back, his thrusts slow down temporarily. Then you feel him dribble something on the small hole between your buns, it's cold and slippery. You don't know where he got the gel, but when he starts rubbing it into the tight ring of muscles, you're thankful he has some, because shortly after, he puts on his scomp link and shoves it up your ass.

You moan hoarsely, almost screaming, but your fingers continue to dance over your clit unperturbed and his thrusts pick up speed again. His cock drills into your pussy while the scomp link, between your buns, begins to vibrate. It feels shameful, but at least as horny. The vibration in your anus, his cock working between the slick walls of your pussy, the sounds he makes that your bodies make. The intensity of the pulse in your pussy peaks. Your orgasm is so violent that your whole body twitches and trembles as he shoots another load into you with a long-drawn-out moan. With a smacking plop, he pulls the scomp link out of your ass. Echo is still hard, still hungry. He pulls his cock out of your pussy, pushing your ass a little further down to his level with his hand, then you feel his tip press against your lubed up anus. "Fuck!" you groan out, "Echo, you're too big!" His hand claws at your hip as he very slowly applies pressure. He's shaking, he's completely tense, trying with all his might to hold back, to take it slow. He applies more pressure and his tip gently sinks between your buns. Echo moans out again. You feel very clearly how he stretches you, the line between pain and horniness becomes thinner and thinner.

"I'll fill that hole with cum, too," he growls. The idea is hot, but also scary. You are not properly prepared, the scomp link is too narrow to stretch your little hole sufficiently. He slowly penetrates further and further. You moan and whimper softly as your fingers move to your clit again. Echo sees what you are doing, he laughs softly and growls aroused, "That's a good girl. Rub that little clit while I fuck your ass". Hearing him talk dirty like that gives you that extra kick. The pulse in your center builds again. Finally, he is completely absorbed in you and your thighs tremble slightly with arousal, nervousness and tension. He begins to move. The feeling is intense, it hurts a little, but the arousal prevails, and your fingers diligently continue to rub over your little pearl. "Perfect tight ass," he growls, kicking it up a notch until he's moving so fast again that the room is filled with the sound of his pelvis slapping your buns. He fucks your ass intensely, thrusting into the small hole between your buns again and again, panting, grunting, moaning. "We should do this every day," he growls. His fingers on your hips are still tight against you, leaving marks. But suddenly his grip loosens, he slows. His thighs quiver, his thrusts become erratic. "Oh Maker," he moans, his voice suddenly far from raspy and rough. Again, an orgasm pulses through your pussy as his cock throbs in your ass, and he spurts his warm load into your rear entrance. He breathes heavily. "Oh Maker," he repeats, sounding downright terrified. He carefully leaves your body, pulling his cock out from between your buns and taking a step back. For a moment, Echo stares at your body as his cum drips from both of your holes. "Uh... are you okay?" he asks cautiously, "I'm so sorry. I don't know what got into me"

The heat has escaped his body. Whatever has been in his system has now dissipated. You groan, whimpering softly. "Oh Maker," Echo says again, breathlessly startled at himself. He carefully helps you up and takes you to the refresher, where he undresses you completely and puts you in the shower. He has pulled his Blacks back up and his cheeks are flushed with embarrassment as he gently washes you and supports you, so you don't fall over. Echo hurriedly gets you fresh underwear, a long shirt, helps you dress and takes you to one of the bunks. As he carefully tucks you in and brings you a glass of water, he says shyly, "You haven't said a word yet." You blink, take a sip of the water, then say honestly, "I have no idea what to say" "You probably hate me now," he says, swallowing. "No," you say shaking your head, "You've got me a little scared, surprised, maybe a little overwhelmed. But I don't hate you." Echo takes a deep breath, then says, "I suspect this fever I've had since we were on this planet has something to do with the whole thing" "Possibly," you say thoughtfully.

When your eyes meet, Echo shyly avoids your gaze, but you grab his chin and force him to look at you. "Hey, you just fucked pretty much every one of my holes, so I guess you'll be able to look me in the face," you tease him. His cheeks turn red again, and he blinks, but he holds your gaze. You look at him gently and say, "Now I've earned some cuddles, don't you think?" Echo raises his brows in surprise. "You want to cuddle with me?" You nod with a smile. "Oh, of course," he says hurriedly, "I'd love to." Echo carefully lays down with you and gently wraps his arms around you. He whispers, "You know I have a crush on you, right?" You laugh softly and say, "Good thing it's mutual, otherwise we'd have a problem now."

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foulfirerebel · 6 months

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Tai Yang Xiao Long

is not a shit parent.

A shit parent doesn't love or take care of their kids. A shit parent fobs them off onto someone else. A shit parent runs from their family just as their daughter is born. A shit parent abuses, gaslights, and torments their kid.

Just because Tai isn't the best at helping Yang or Ruby with trauma, which doesn't exactly come in a parenting class or anything, and because of the problems in the past doesn't mean he's not there right now.

And I'm tired of people saying that he's a bad parent, when RWBY has PLENTY of examples of bad parents.

Raven walked out on their family. Marcus Black was practically Cassandra Caining Mercury. Jacques is...Jacques, needs no explanation. Lady Tremaine/Cinder's wicked adoptive mom literally electroshocked Cinder. The Vanille's were, by and large, only interested in Trivia/Neo as more of a status symbol then a kid IIRC or at least didn't treat her too well either.

Tai and Willow may have the problem of 'neglected their kids in a critical juncture of their lives', but I've seen too much Tai hate to let that go. Nobody appears to be jumping on Willow for getting drunk at every opportunity, nor Qrow's on and off visits or drinking problems likewise despite that coming in bad ways.

Nobody appears to actually think of Raven coming in only when Yang was close to death as a black mark on her record as a parent.

Did Tai screw up when Yang and Ruby were young? Sure. Is he still there and still trying? YES. And I, for one, massively prefer Tai over Raven as far as parenting Yang and Ruby goes. He was a much better parent to Yang then Raven was, and yet some fans treat Raven with kid gloves and reserve the sledgehammer for Tai?!

Okay, maybe I should confess that the reason I feel so strongly about this is that I relate to that. Not the whole 'emotionally distant parent' thing, but the 'raised by a single parent when the other one left' thing. Yes, Tai messed up in the past and that messed up Yang quite a bit. It's not as much as Raven leaving did, but it does deserve criticism. Not an explosion, however, we got that with the Raven confrontation(s) in V5.

Again. I prefer a parent who tries at the very least, and this includes Willow too, to a parent who walks away or actively abuses their kid.

For Grade A parenting (genuine) in RWBY though? The Belladonnas, Pietro, and Ren's folks come to mind. Heck, Saphron and Terra and possibly Jaune's parents too if we ever get to see them?

TL;DR: No, I don't think Tai is a shit father or the "third worst parent" as a mutual described him. There are far worse in RWBY than Tai, and that's the truth. I'm not saying he did nothing wrong ever, I'm saying people are being way too harsh on him.

#rwby #reblog #tai yang xiao long #anti rwde #anti htdm #don't clown on me here please #I don't wanna hear it #I'm tired of people shitting on Tai #Being critical is one thing #completely crapping on someone is another

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imagines--galore · 10 months

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Idk who Spencer Ried is.. is that how you spell his lastname? I can't remember. Anyways I've never seen criminal minds but I love your writing

What if like.. they're friends but know they like each other just haven't like established anything yet. One day they're chilling in readers house or something and Spencer goes:

"Can I kiss you?"

Reader is all shy and quietly goes "I've never kissed before..." and he just "I can teach you" fluff ensues

Pairing: Dr. Spencer Reid x Reader Rating || Genres || Warnings: T. Romance. Fluff. None, just a little kissing. A/N: Ok I'm so flattered that you would send in a request just to read what I write :3 Thank you so much! Also I put a tiny spin on your request at the end so I hope thats alright?

"That is not how its done!"

"You said to roll them into balls, so I rolled them into balls!"

"Not ones the size of Pluto."

"Technically they're not the actual size of-"

"Spence!"

"Alright fine! I'll roll them smaller this time."

Rolling your eyes playfully, you turned your attention back to the pasta dough you were kneading. If someone had old you a couple weeks ago that you would be on your fourth date with your longtime crush, you would've asked them to go see a Doctor. Because there was no way the cute FBI Agent who came into your little coffee shop almost everyday reciprocated your feelings.

You had chatted with him every time he came in, so you knew him rather well just as he knew you. And while there was something akin to friendship growing between the two of you, you couldn't help but feel that there was something more. More then one time the both of you and flirted with the other, though it was all innocent and nothing ever really came of it.

So it came as a huge surprise when one day he walked in and asked you out.

Point blank and straight forward.

You actually kind of liked that.

The first date was a success. So was the second. As well as the third. Now you were on your fourth date and neither of you had made a move. Probably because you were just as shy as he was. You had plucked up the courage to kiss his cheek at the end of the first date. And he had kissed your forehead when the two of you had gone dancing on the previous date.

But other then that, nothing.

And it didn't bother you. You just loved being around him and spending time with him.

You current date was being held at your home, where the both of you were making dinner together. You had wanted to try out your knew pasta machine and having a brilliant guy like Spencer around did speed things up a little in terms of setting the thing up.

You were a little hopeless when it came to it.

Depositing the paste dough in the refrigerator to rest, you turned around to see Spencer holding out a much more appropriately size meatball. You grinned in approval. "That looks so much better Spence." You said, walking to stand beside him. He smiled at the praise and was rather quick with the rest of the rolling before he stuck a tray full of meatballs in the freezer.

"Now we wait?" He asked, taking off the gloves he'd been wearing and washing his hands. You nodded, glancing at your own flour covered hands and holding them under the running water.

"Move over." You playfully bumped his side as you tried to steal the soap from his hand. "I was here first!" He retorted, shoving you back as well. Your hand accidentally flicked some water into his face, prompting him to let out a sound of surprise. You laughed at his expression, but that was soon cut off when he cupped some of the water and threw it in your face as well.

"You had some flour on your face." He stated with a smug grin as you playfully glared at him. But that expression broke when you reached up to ruffle is hair. You had always wanted to do that, and now that the both of you were dating, you were allowed to do so without looking strange.

You leaned back to look at his dumbfounded expression, laughing softly as you did. "You look so adorable." You stated, ruffling his hair once more. His expression slowly morphed into an adoring smile, one that had you blushing to the roots of your hair and your heart to start beating really fast. You moved to quickly step away from him, but he reached out to grasp your hand and hold you in place.

Your eyes met.

"Can I kiss you?"

The suddenness of the question did take you by surprise, but you were quick to jerk your head in a nod.

Every so slowly his head leaned down, while you pushed yourself on your toes to reach him. Within a single breath your lips were against his and you felt your insides melt.

The kiss was soft and shy, fitting given how the both of you had been around one another since you met. His hands settled on your waist, while your arms lifted to wrap around his shoulders. He pulled you closer, prompting you to sigh against his lips when you felt him against you. The kiss didn't last very long though, although you wished it did. You gave a small laugh.

"Well certainly never done that before." You said. His hands tightened where they rested on the side of your waist as he quirked his head in confusion. "What kissing?" You shook your head. "No, I mean kissing you. If I knew just how much I enjoyed it I would've perfected it by now."

This was just your way of baiting him to kiss you again.

"Well we can always practice some more?" He suggested. You giggled. Sometimes Spencer could be so clueless about social cues, and you found it extremely adorable.

"Sounds like a plan." With that you reached up to meet his lips once more.

Suffice to say, you had a rather late dinner that night given how the both of you were so busy perfecting the art of kissing.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer x reader #dr spencer reid x oc #dr spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x oc #criminal minds

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mageofseven · 11 months

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The UnDateables' version!

@libraryofua here's the other half of your ask~

Oh! Soli's part gets a bit...idk? Basically, they are just starting to initiate the whole lovemaking process. There's no smut though! It was interrupt lol but just a warning so you guys know~

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Diavolo:

MC stepped into her boyfriend's office just to see Dia trying to balance his pen on his nose.

He was supposed to be doing his work, but obviously the man was losing his focus.

At least she wasn't what was impeding on his work.

Dia dropped the pen and smiled as soon as he saw her.

"My Queen! What can I do for you, love?"

Face red a little red, the human continued over to his desk and sat in his lap.

The prince happily wrapped his arms around her and gave her a kiss.

"So...I learned something that might help us." She told him, watching the man raise an eyebrow. "I mean, I read something recently; apparently it's said that fertility doctors encourage men to not wear briefs when trying to conceive with their partners..."

"Why is that?" The prince asked, eyebrows still up.

"I guess it makes it too hot to...make a lot of sperm, I guess?"

Diavolo knew why she was bringing it up. The couple has been trying for a while now, even had one or two false positives.

The two desperately wanted to be parents so this whole situation was very upsetting for them.

Dia smiled and kissed his girlfriend once more.

"Alright, my Queen. I'll switch to different underwear for a while and we can see how it goes for us."

MC leaned in closer and hid her face in his chest.

"You think it'll actually happen for us?" The woman asked softly. "Will we ever get to have a baby?"

Dia kissed her head and rubbed her back.

"I know we will, sweetheart." He whispered in her ear. "It'll take some time, but we'll get there and you'll be the very best mother."

Barbatos:

His girlfriend was hanging around the castle with him like she did most days; Barb was on the clock 24/7 though he occasionally took time off to take his Pet out on proper dates.

Still, his work was his life and MC always respected that, hence why she met him the middle and joined him as he worked.

Barb didn't mind it one bit and enjoyed her company; Diavolo had no qualms about it either and was always excited when MC would join them at the castle. The two even had tea together most days and talked during his breaks.

Today, however, his love seemed so distracted, even a bit distressed despite her best attempts at concealing it.

Nothing can be hid from Barbatos though, especially the emotions of the woman he loved so very dearly.

"Feeling down, my dear?"

"I...yeah." She mumbled. "It's been a bad couple days..."

Barb turned off the stove and turned to his girlfriend, giving the human his undivided attention.

"Has something happen, dear?" He asked. "Or has something been on your mind?"

"Yeah...you could say that." She mumbled. "Something keeps coming to my mind."

"And what is that, love?"

MC turned from her boyfriend and crossed her arms in a self-soothing gesture.

"I...I heard that men who were briefs are less likely to conceive with their partners." A blush creeped across her cheeks. "Do...do you think there's any truth to that?"

Barb raised an eyebrow.

"I cannot imagine such method to be a reliable source of birth control, but I suppose it could make things more difficult for those who want children." He watched his girlfriend carefully. "What brought this to mind?"

MC lowered her arms down to her stomach, almost protectively.

Barb's eyes widen at this action, his intuition tingling.

"I...I missed my period," The woman still refused to look at her boyfriend. "And I've been feeling so sick lately, I--"

Barb stepped forward and laid a gloved hand to the woman's face, gently guiding her to face him.

"We will have a doctor check over you immediately."

Barb didn't want kids. He liked them and enjoyed being around, but never wanted any of his own.

With his job being as time consuming as it was, it just didn't feel right to have a child that he had very little time to spend with.

Even more importantly, he worried about the potential child inheriting his future vision; it was genetic and, when not properly taught to control it, can be a torturous curse to give a person...especially a helpless child

But if his love was carrying his child, he'll do everything he can for them both.

Still, he hoped she was not. He hoped it was just stress causing her missing period and nasea; he hope the reason was something easy for him to fix

Because he didn't want to watch his girlfriend and child suffer because of him.

Solomon:

The two were in the middle of starting their intimate time when Soli noticed his girlfriend just mentally checked out and was staring at his boxers.

"Little minx?" The man laughed it off before taking her chin between his thumb and pointer finger, gently lifting her face to meet his.

MC's face was bright red; she hid herself in her boyfriend's bare chest.

He chuckled.

"Your mind definitely went somewhere." He teased. "What were you thinking about?"

The woman squirmed against his chest, nervous.

Solomon wrapped his arms around them, hugging the suddenly overwhelmed woman close and kissing the top of her head.

"I won't be able to to help if you don't tell me, little minx." He cajoled softly.

"I-I heard..."

"Yes?" He pressed kiss to her neck, causing the woman to make a cute sound against his chest.

"I heard...that men who wear boxers...they can get their girlfriend's pregnant easier."

"If you are worried about this because of my underwear choice, I can use a birth control rune on you."

"No!" Her head shot up so she could meet his eyes. "Please don't!"

Solomon raised his eyebrows. What has gotten into his little Minx

"S-Soli," She squirmed nervously, eyes practically begging him. "I want a baby. Please. Please make me a mommy."

Solomon pursed his lips.

This...this was not a decision to be making when they're both in the mood and trying to do the very activity that could cause a child.

This is a new life his girlfriend wanted to make after all, something they had to take seriously and really think about.

Solomon, in truth, was indifferent towards kids. He liked Luke very much and saw the small boy as his friend, a brother even, but before him...well, it's been thousands of years since he had anything to do with children, or at least he assumed such.

This man has very little memory from before he became an immortal so it was mostly his intuition telling him that he was once around children for some reason.

If his little minx truly wanted a child...he would consider it.

Now is not the time though. Trying for a baby now would just be impulsive.

Solomon believed children were a serious life change that people take for granted.

Some people just assume that they have to have kids, that it's just a milestone you have to hit in your life

And not truly think about if they are ready for such a step, resulting in the quality of their child's life suffering.

If Solomon has a child with this amazing woman...it's only going to be when they are both ready so they can give this baby the best life possible.

He told his little minx these very thoughts, causing her to deflate.

Soli kissed her, a kiss so sweet and so hungry.

"You would be an amazing mother, my little minx." He told her. "However, it'd be better to wait and discuss this properly."

To MC's disappointed, they used the rune on her to keep her from becoming pregnant, but he worshipped every part of her during their lovemaking as an apology

And the next day, the two had a serious talk about their future, one that sent butterflies through her stomach

And prepared her for a real being to occupy the space.

Simeon:

Simeon had recently switched from briefs to boxers at his Feather's request.

Why his girlfriend was so interested in his underwear, the man didn't know, but he loved that sparkle in her eyes when he agreed to the change.

He never did ask her about it at the time why she wanted him to change them so badly, but over the next week, his curiosity started the get the better of him and so he asked the human

Whose face went as red as a tomato.

"My Feather?" Simeon raised his eyebrows, surprised at her reaction.

"I...I..." The woman was at a loss for words and looked...sad? Was this really such a difficult topic for her?

The angel suddenly felt guilty for asking.

"MC, you don't have to answer; it's alright, my lamb." He pulled her to him for a hug, leading to MC shaking her head against his chest.

"No, no, I...we need to communicate." She insisted, but still sounded anxious.

The human pulled back to look up to his eyes.

"I...I heard that men who wear boxers have an easier time getting their girlfriends pregnant." She told him before quickly adding. "I-I know thats not an option for us! I know we can't! I just..."

The woman started crying into her boyfriend's chest. Simeon held onto her tightly and stroked her hair.

The two could never be parents. MC can never be a mother and have his child, though Simeon knew she'd be the most amazing mother.

Angels can't procreate; that's what he was always told. He can't give her the child she desperately wanted.

Not to mention their relationship being taboo and having to be kept a secret. Only Solomon knew about it and that was only because the sorcerer was too observant for the couple's own good.

Even if Simeon could give her a baby, one she craved so desperately and more than deserved, it would just complicate things and make it even more difficult for the two stay together.

God, this made the angel so guilty, seeing the woman he loved more than his own soul cry, actively mourning her empty womb and childless arms.

MC essentially wanted him to wear boxers because it became something comforting to her, an element that helped her imagine, to dream of the baby she wanted them to have so desperately.

Simeon couldn't give his girlfriend the child she deserved, but if him wearing boxers gives his Feather even the slightest bit of comfort to her beautiful heart...he'll wear them till the end of his existence if he must.

#obey me #obey me otome #obey me undateables #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #obey me simeon

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Beginning of another old YJ animated WIP I just dug back up; cut for length. I had this fic idea back when the first season was still airing (AND IT TURNED OUT TO BE A VERY IRONIC ONE LATER ON, hahaha), and I never got very far with it, buuuuut . . . well, I still kinda wanna write it, so hey, why not revisit the concept!

“We need to talk,” Batman says abruptly, sweeping into the living room like the black crack of night, dark and foreboding and completely out of place during a Saturday afternoon video game marathon. M'gann squeaks and Wally yelps and they both fall off the couch in surprise, taking the popcorn and nearly Artemis with them. Robin startles up so fast anyone who didn't know better would think he was the speedster, Superboy jerks hard enough to make the steel sofa frame creak in protest, and Kaldur stands to careful attention and looks to Batman.

That’s his job, after all.

“Is there a problem with last night's reports?” he asks reflexively, but the aura Batman is cloaked in . . . no. That feeling is not about reports, or their last mission, or anything less than utmost disaster. Robin's fingers scrape along the part of his glove that his computer's holographic screen pops out of in an obvious nervous tic, which Robin is not supposed to have–which Robin goes to great lengths to never have, especially in front of Batman.

But Batman is looking at them with a chilling expression and Kaldur understands that tic better than he wants to, because Batman and bad news that makes him wear an expression . . .

“I'm so sorry,” Batman says as he steps forward and crouches down and sweeps Robin into an embrace, and that fast Robin looks shocked and terrified, and Wally falls right back off the couch he'd just gotten back onto, and M'gann's shaking hands clap over her ears like she's trying to muffle a sound–or trying to block something out of her head, some distant and clinical part of Kaldur thinks. And with Batman out of the way, he sees his king standing in the hall just outside the doorway with the Flash, his own expression tight and just barely pained.

Kaldur’s heart sinks like a stone.

“Who died,” Robin says, panic in his voice, small and just thirteen, fingers digging in against Batman's shoulders. The Flash darts into the room and looks down at Wally with this horrible, sorrowful look on his face and pulls him to his feet, gripping his hands tightly in his own.

King Orin does not move from the hallway and does not change that blade-sharp pained expression that cuts into the core of everything that Kaldur has ever served or believed in, and does not stop looking at him with it.

It is not difficult to understand Robin's reaction, with his king looking at him like that.

“Batman?” Robin says, young and afraid, and Batman is still holding him smother-tight and does not speak. “Batman, what–Br–say something!” he yells, but Batman just shifts and drags him even tighter against himself, tight enough so Robin vanishes inside his cape. If not for the low whimper he hears from beneath its dark folds, Kaldur would almost think he wasn't there at all; that Batman was simply injured and curled in around himself to protect the wound.

And Batman still does not say anything. Neither does the Flash, even as he grips Wally's hands tighter in his own, even as he stays horrible and sorrowful, and Kaldur can only look to his king because there is nowhere else.

But his king says nothing either.

“Guardian called from Cadmus,” the Flash says finally, quietly, watching Wally as he speaks. Kaldur feels very young, suddenly and irrationally; as young as his teammates all look right now, as young as Robin sounds. He has enough time to feel a flash of alarm for Superboy–what if there was a flaw in the cloning process, what if something is wrong with–“They found something on sublevel 53.”

“There wasn't a sublevel 53,” Robin says, voice cracked and sharp like a broken toy, and Batman . . .

Kaldur will swear it on his own life: Batman flinches.

“There wasn't!” Robin snaps, struggling in Batman's grip and breaking out from beneath his cape, defiant and still terrified and oh, he is so small, Kaldur thinks as he watches the other boy stumble back, hit the sofa and try to disappear into his own much too small cape. “I would've seen it, I would've found it–”

“Most likely Desmond had that memory adjusted,” King Orin cuts in shortly, and Robin grins in horror.

“Wh–but Supey got the G-gnomes to let us go, they were barely in our heads at all!” Wally protests, yanking his hands out of the Flash's. His edges look blurred–Kaldur thinks he might be trembling. He feels as if he should be himself. They have faced terrible things in their lives, all of them, but the way that his king is looking at him in this moment . . .

It’s a very, very terrible thing, that look.

“Superboy lost line of sight on the targets before acquiring them,” Batman says, short and sharp. Kaldur blinks, slowly, thinking, that's strange, why should that matter? Thinking, WHAT targets? Superboy didn't have targets in Cadmus. The only thing he had to do was help them fight Desmond and help them . . . get . . .

“I don't get it,” Artemis says, frowning warily, and Batman's lips thin and M'gann covers her too-pale face with hands that won't stay quite the right shape.

“The source material for Project Sidekick was put in stasis and transferred to storage. There was a power surge this morning that interrupted the sedative dose,” King Orin says as he finally steps into the room, quiet and grief-sharpened. “The genomorphs heard Kaldur'ahm trying to wake up half an hour ago.”

“Oh,” not-Kaldur realizes, and sits back down.

#young justice animated #young justice #wip: project sidekick

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angelltheninth · 2 years

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What normal day life jobs would arcane characters have? I feel like Sevika would either own her own gym or be a firefighter

This is a really fun ask Anon! I never thought about this before.

Pairing: Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Ekko, Silco, Sevika, Viktor, Jayce, Mel x Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, overworking, teasing, flirting

A/N: Arcane time again! It feels like it's been forever since s1 aired right?

Jinx would be an engineer. She always comes home covered in motor oil and grease. Even though she always wears gloves she gets blisters from working a lot and has pretty rough hands.

Sometimes she gets tired but she tries not to let it show too much, she just says she needs her powernap while cuddling with you and she's all set to go for another day.

"Ya were waiting up for me sugar? Ya didn't have to do that, I called you when I closed up didn't I? Had a little trouble on the way home so I had to improvise, might need to take the car to a shop soon. Or I can... what? I can fix it! The engine went poof one time sugar! One time."

Vi has her own gym, she used to be a MMA fighter before but now she works for herself, her own rules. It makes you worry less about her too.

As much as you loved seeing her in the ring you were also very worried about her well being a lot of the time. Now you have less to worry about when she goes to work and she still gets to show off for you when ever you visit the gym. You have a special membership.

"Here to work out with me sweet stuff? Or maybe you're here to watch? I'm fine either way, you know I love you watching me. We can hop into the shower later, I'm gonna be all sweaty and... wet. Hey don't hide behind the towel, let me see that cute face I missed so much."

Caitlyn would either be a police officer or a private detective because of her brilliant deduction skills. She tries not to talk about work a lot but sometimes you can see her mind wonder to a case she's working on.

Her work comes with risks of course but you know she's always being as careful as she can. She often comes home late, especially if it's a bug case she's working on but she also doesn't mind when you visit her in her office. In fact you're more then welcome to.

"Darling what is it? That time already? Time flies I suppose. Yes, I'll finish up soon. Just need to sort out some paperwork for the man we arrested. What's the arrest for? Oh come now, you know I can't disclose that. For your safety too. It wasn't that interesting anyway. It's always interesting when I'm talking about it? Are you flirting with me? Right now? Well good thing these walls are soundproof then."

Ekko works as a repair man, on anything from kitchen appliances to car engines. Because of this he too can come home a little smudged but he's never too dirty for a kiss and hug.

Because of his work he can fix up anything you need around your home, and he might do it for a little longer then needed just to put on a little show for you.

"Broken again? Firefly be honest, is it really or do you just want to see me on my back again? Ha alright, alright I'll take a look, but I swear if its... oh... that is... really, really broken. What the hell did you do to it? Not to worry, as you know I'm very good with my hands."

Silco would be a pharmacist. But he'd also be into pharmaceutical development as well. He's very passionate about what he does and often has books stacked up on his desk, even at home.

You could listen to him talk about his work for hours even if you don't fully understand everything. And no he will not prescribe you just anything, he knows how hooked people can get on those.

"Books on the desk? I'm sorry about that darling, I'll gather them up later I promise. A customer of mine had an allergic reaction to something that was prescribed to them so I'm trying to work out what I could suggest that would help with their problem. You also have a problem? Oh, that kind of problem. I see. Well let's see what I can do about that."

Sevika is a bodyguard but she does have a wide martial arts background. Due to her intimidating stature she can resolve most conflicts without force but she does enjoy a little skirmish every now and then.

You actually met because she was hired to guard you. Of course it was a little inappropriate at the time but when her job was finished she was more than happy to take you out on a date.

"What you looking at me like that for sugar lips? I look handsome? Well I should damn well hope you find me hot since we're dating. It was hard to keep your hands off me when we met? Oh I would have been more than happy to pin you against a wall and spread your legs. But I am a professional. Lucky for me you wanted to see again after."

Viktor would be a science professor. He does like inventing as well but he likes to take the opportunity to teach people the things he knows and maybe be an inspiration for them.

He loves reading and grading papers, seeing how his students think and encouraging them to look a different angles for solutions. You always feel happy when you see him grade a test and then he gets that proud smile on his face while doing so.

"I'll be done soon darling, just have a few more of these to get through. I think they are improving yes, quite quickly I might add. Because they have a great teacher? You flatter me my love. But thank you. What exactly do you want me to grade you on? Oh. Oh! Well I'm no expert at the topic myself, perhaps you could demonstrate for me?"

Jayce would be an inventor. Definitely has a membership in the gym so he could easily be mistaken for having a different job. He's too passionate about his job to do other things through.

Well other then you. You're his absolute favorite thing to do. When he gets home that is. He has been known to send flirty messages sometimes and has had an eureka moment while talking to you. He's very cute when he's concentrated.

"Hold on babe, this will just take a second, I need to write this down before I forget. Then you can have my full attention again. I swear you're some kind of lucky charm or something. Maybe you can go to work with me sometime, having you there might get the juices flowing faster. Not those juices! Get your mind out of the gutter."

Mel is a really good painter. It started out as a hobby but she took the initiative to make it her full time job. Has considered teaching it but is happy just drawing for now.

Will sketch you a lot, her book is full of sketches of you. She calls you her artblock destroyer. It also helps that you're really pleasing to look at. And no she will not show you each and every one since in her opinion some are too rough and scratchy.

"Hold still darling, I can't capture the pose if you keep moving like this. Yes I have other paintings to work on but you... it's relaxing to look at you. And if you be a good model for me I might be convinced to give you a little reward later. That's right, so keep still for me just a little longer."

#arcane #arcane x reader #jinx x reader #vi x reader #caitlyn x reader #ekko x reader #silco x reader #sevika x reader #viktor x reader #jayce x reader #mel x reader #arcane imagines #arcane headcanons #league of leguends #league of legends x reader #league of legends imagine #league of legends headcanons

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