#and the TEDDY WIPE!!

[danidrawsstuff]

The winners for the contest were announced today so that means I can officially share this now! A week ago I participated in the 24 Hour Animation Challenge with a couple of my friends from the program and while our film didn’t win, it was still a great learning experience and I’m pretty damn proud that we finished a film in only 24 hours!!

The theme for this year was “Predicting the Future”. I was the storyboard lead and I also did one of the background layouts and keyframed the ending sequence! There were plenty of scenes that didn’t make the final cut and things that we agreed we could change or do better on, things we’ll definitely address and explore if we decide to go ahead and re-do this film as a fun summer collab project!

My team was awesome and if any of you are reading this, y’all did great work and there’s nobody I would have rather slowly descended into madness as we hit the 10hr mark without sleep than you all <3 If 3rd year doesn’t kill us, we should go crazy and do this again :  D

#schoolwork #animation #24 hour animation challenge 2022 #one of our third year teams from our school won 5th though!! #which was super awesome #the timing ended up being rushed because of the amount of scenes #we had to cut to make the 30sec mark #if there's one thing i would change it's that #rearrange and re-do shots so that they flow better #my fave shots are the beginning transition when it goes from her with her parents #to her alone #and the TEDDY WIPE!! #the teddy bear screen wipe is awesome #and the jittery line style we went with is also cool i loved that

[mango-sideburns]

My fav thing about TAZ is that any aspect out of context sounds fucking bonkers.

Like, in the balance finale there's a scene in which Garfield (who is very specifically never described visually bc most people imagine him as like. The Lasagna Cat. Who in this universe is the most powerful warlock in the realm and also has a hobby of cloning people, which is great for the one character that got forced into haunting a mannequin) is summoned by an alien spaceship that runs on the power of friendship so he could beat up some flashing balls. In D&D.

And that was just. Such a normal scene in the narrative. No one blinked an eye. I would like to bow down to Griffins clear unmatched talent for making me feel such big emotions over ridiculous shit like a goddamned umbrella or a regular ass pair of jeans or the idea of a taco recipe.

#taz balance #the adventure zone #taz #i have. so many drafts of this post decontexualizing so many different scenes. #merle killing a room of autism creature looking things by asking them to tell the truth which then summons god #also merle retiring from his retirement to run fantasy margaritaville under the title Earl Merle #magnus the mannequin telling taako and merle to find the baby voidfish bc the big voidfish sung at him real hard bc in the century he #just now remembered (bc hes a mannequin not a human boy) #he gifted an alien jellyfish with dozens of shitty wooden ducks. he forgot that century bc his friend fed the jellyfishs baby a book #the gnome version of Teddy Rucksbin turns out to be the universes most competent spaceship pilot. hes also a talented opera singer #a man named Barry Bluejeans is dead and uses his ghost haunting powers to gift the three heroes badges that they cant see #right before theyre shuttled off in a cannonball to save a space lab full of kitschy elevators thats snowing pink tourmaline #barry also uses his ghost powers to hold hands with magnus and make random shapes in midair like a dresser when theyre trapped in a #fantasy version of The Dating Game hosted by ghost Jesse and James Rocket who steal bodyparts if you lose their game. #or like in campaign how a dude who wiped out in the first three seconds of ninja warrior convinces a human wifi router #who owns a bible theme park to take the apparent King of America to the white house on their hovercraft to be trued for treason #after he announced his intent to take over the country in a televised debate with an inuit goddess who is sometimes trapped in the body #of an HR worker all Donald Blake/Thor style #anyways. this show is ridiculous and i love it So Much

[n-a-gindustries]

big nate best comic strip in the world or something

(close ups under the cut !!!)

#big nate #artur pashkov #nate wright #dee dee holloway #teddy ortiz #francis pope #did you hear they're basically wiping the big nate show off the face of the earth im so mad #ill have to go read my fav comic strip arcs to feel better tbh #also whoopsies i gave francis the wrong glasses but whatEVA i like em this way

[keyofjetwolf]

Hello and welcome to another installment of "Aunt Teddy Is Fascinated By Midgey's Language Journey".

We're in the process of potty training -- which, sidebar, is easily my least favourite part of child raising so far -- and during one of our interminable sessions this morning, Midge looked at me and said "There's something fizzy with my foot."

Took me just a second to realize her foot was falling asleep.

"There's something fizzy with my foot", LOVE THIS DESCRIPTION BRILLIANT CHANGE NOTHING. What a magnificent way to phrase such a distinctive feeling. She'd never experienced that before in her life, yet still she could communicate to me so precisely that I knew within moments what she was telling me.

We then moved back to her Elmo potty for approximately the next 52 hours BUT NOT THE POINT THE POINT IS MY PIGEON IS BRILLIANT**

** (OKAY PERHAPS NOT SO MUCH AT THE POTTY BUT WHATEVER)

#life with jet wolf #the aunt teddy chronicles #earlier today i described potty training #as going to a three-day music festival #wanting to see a single act #but having no idea when or if it'll ever take the stage #i stand by this #i of course continue to be nothing but encouraging and supportive and pressure-free as midge figures it out #but if an age-based memory condition will wipe out all of the poop and pee songs now carved into my neurons #i will have found the silver lining

[h0wi1e]

Brother just went full banshee, how can he scream that loud??

#tusk 2014 #tusk #tusk movie #wallace bryton #bros got a good set of pipes #hc that wally ally and teddy go out for karaoke nights #wallace just wipes the floor with them

[m1d-45]

“he was permanently condemned to hell.” if you hear screaming and crying don’t worry it’s just losing my GODDAMN FUCKING MIND. OH MY GOD. KAEYA WITH RELIGIOUS TRAUMA HITS DIFFERENT. IT HITS SO SO DIFFERENT.

okay so with the blue blood thing we can just be like you aren’t fully divine yet so the blood doesn’t turn blue until. idk you die and ascend or whatever. that’s the excuse i use in my brain!

i interrupted myself. anyways. imagine if kaeya was the one to kill you. when he recounts your death, he has allll the grisly details of how you were pinned to the ground by a sword in your throat, almost the same way you’d pin a butterfly to a board. he smiles as he recalls the way your blood spilled onto the ground and the light faded from your eyes. for a moment, he even scoffs at the tears on your cheeks, remnants of the way you’d cried and begged.

and then he gets the news, and it turns out that he truly cannot do anything right. he tries to be honest and loses his family. he tries to redeem his home and dooms himself. he doesn’t bother praying for forgiveness - no matter how kind and understanding everybody said you were, there’s no way you’d forgive a sinner with your blood on his hands.

me when kaeya. when he. him. he’d be so guilty and fucked up post-imposter and i think it adds to his appeal heart emoji - teddy anon

i did NOT mean for it to be religious trauma but. you have a point.

if we follow my headcanon about the blue blood—that it’s swirly like a galaxy, representative of your power—then it makes sense it manifests alongside your power, and if you blur some lines and squint we can work with that.

anyway i do think kaeya should be the one to kill (that sounds bad) and you. your words man you are so good at this-

he probably wouldn’t pray. and i don’t think, other than the first night getting blackout drunk, that he’d drink, as a form of self-punishment. no, he needs to be awake and sober to truly live through his crimes, for he would only condemn himself more with liquor.

kaeya that stops worshipping at altars or attending service, simply because he doesn’t believe that somebody like him should be in such a holy place. he never takes shifts at the cathedral, and he always takes point on the bloodiest missions. not out of enthusiasm—the sight of blood, even red, now makes him a bit sick—but out of a form of sacrifice. why put blood on innocent hands when he, somebody already sunk to the lowest of hells, can take it?

#m1d : [chats] #m1d : [secrets] #teddy anon #do you think after you descend he’d very suddenly be very busy? #that he’d be taking on more paperwork for an excuse to be in his office; sheltered away as jean leads you around the knights’ hq and kindly #leads you away from the door that’s been permanently closed? #do you think he takes up night patrols to have an excuse to sleep during the day. to not have to hear your festivities as he roams? #do you think he runs into the darknight hero with eyes of embers; eyes that droop when he declines to head back to the city? #do you think diluc is one of your closest friends on complete accident—he’d only wanted to offer you some wine and you ended up talking for #hours about grapes and vineyards and everything about production and bottling #do you think kaeya walks past the winery on his way to take care of the slimes that always congregate—he never cared before but now that you #have taken an interest in the industry he’d hate for his brothers reputation to be tarnished—and as he walks he sees a light in the manor #do you think he hides behind the staff’s houses as you walk by? hearing your voice and wiping away tears as he remembers how you pleaded? #do you think adelinde reports unusual frost and calls over diluc? diluc who stares and recognizes the height of kaeya’s vision and the #pattern of a clutched hand on the wall? do you think he melts it away and reports nothing just as how he’d assured you the rustle in the #bushes the night prior was only the wind or an owl? #do you think kaeya realizes that diluc was right; that diluc was the one who deserved the glory and fame; that diluc deserved your care and #your touch? do you think he traces the star on his gloves and thinks of the one behind his eyepatch—symbols of his eternal lineage of sin #do you think about kaeya?

[teddyclara]

Man, fuck the Ebon Deer and fuck Gepard of World 3

#it took me 2 hours to beat the Ebon Deer #bc my entire team kept getting fucking killed #and it took me half an hour to actually kill the deer #bc of the dumb branches #and Gepard of simulated universe KEEPS WIPING MY TEAM #he's the last boss and I cannot get past him #please help my children are dying #Teddy Plays HSR #Honkai Star Rail

[fragileizywriting]

yeah yeah yeah yeah more ot3 licking

(nsfw)

adrien comes home late from work because of kim. his phone is dead, too. marinette’s gone through about a bag of oranges while anxiety snacking, worried that he’s been captured by assassins or the mob or something.

he comes home and marinette is overwhelmed with relief, dragging him to take a bath and get the scent of human off of him and replace it with their own.

luka coming on adrien’s face while marinette’s soft and sweet body presses up against his thighs, giving adrien a blowjob? yes

marinette licking all of it up and off adrien’s face? yes

they swap between his mouth and cock. she licks adrien’s face clean while adrien’s getting a rimming of a lifetime. she holds his face between her hands, cooing about what a good kitty-cat he is, asking for him to not come back so late next time

adrien having to deal with marinette’s anxious arousal with her thighs clapped around his ears, all until she feels better and until luka’s finished rearranging adrien’s insides, (and then one more round so that marinette can get her own fill) thank you

#speakizys #demon lovin #she wipes him clean with soap afterwards because the two of them will get headaches from the scent #however!!!!! adrien turns into puddles whenever she touches him #so she ends up with a snuggly teddy bear on the couch with her watching more action movies

[timebranded]

“I just realized...when Cyrus handed me that Master Ball, he said he didn’t need it anymore. I later found out that by time they made that artificial Red Chain. Does this mean that he had more faith in his scientists than a legitimate Master Ball...and yet he believed that human spirit is flawed?!”

#ic #open #((shoutout to Teddy for bringing this to my attention)) #((disclaimer: I love Cyrus as a villain and can appreciate how complex his character arc can be)) #((The man literally CAUGHT a wild Crobat as opposed to evolving one)) #((it's just...to say that Lucas is not a fan of Cyrus is a MASSIVE UNDERSTATEMENT)) #((like. even the mere mention of the guy will instantly wipe a smile off Lucas' face))

[wizardmarriage]

sitting down to draw one of my beloved monster characters and i'm falling apart into pieces

#megarez text #this is about teddy kamenriderdeno #i love him very much! the imagin designs will single-handedly wipe me off the face of the earth though

[fairy-hub]

𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐝

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: fluff comfort fic, reader is stress and crying for reasons you decide, established relationships, holding you close, being sweet on you, they are all so soft wanting to help you feel better or at least less alone while upset, confession, toji is a bit rough but trying his best

Oreo: in case anyone else is also crying and needs to be held. Yeah I'm sticking with Satoru is sugar bear cause he is cuddly like bear and he likes sugar, Toji is Teddy Bear because obviously he is. Matching nicknames for my favorite two

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

You’re sniffling, looking down and holding yourself tightly when you shuffle out of the hallway. It doesn’t matter. Satoru six eyes could see your tearful eyes, quivering bottom lip and your nails digging into the soft fabric of his sweater.

You’re desperately trying to hold yourself together about to crack into another flood of tears at any second. “Hold me.” Your voice breaking.

Satoru’s chest is tightening, his heart dropping into his stomach. Holding his arms open for you, closing the space in two long strides. He wraps his arms around you when a harsh sob wrecks your fragile body.

He lifts you off your feet prompting you to wrap your legs around his waist. “Cry and take deep breaths sweetheart I’m here for you.” Your tears are soaking through his white shirt.

You lift your head up, studying the tear stains and smear of mascara. “’m sorry ‘m messing up your shirt.”

He gently kisses the side of your head. “Mess it up, or I can take it off. You can lay your head on my bare chest and listen to my heart beating for you.” You sniffle and look up at him, your beautiful eyes are bloodshot.

“Please take it off sugarbear.” Satoru walks past his bed into the bathroom. He turns on the light then grabs a tissue holding it to your nose for you to blow, tossing it in the trash.

Satoru opens your makeup wipes to slip one out. “Anything for you honeybun.” You close your eyes. He’s careful when wiping your eyes and lashes clean, giving you two kisses. Cleaning your cheeks and forehead of foundation you get three more kisses.

He slides the wipe down your nose giving you one more soft, loving kiss. A smile tugs on your lips when he kisses the tip of your nose. “You’re smile is beautiful makes my day brighter, you’re the sunrise that makes my day.” He throws the wipe away and carries you out of the bathroom, flicking the light off behind him.

Your eyes widen, “I love you!” You bury your face in his neck and squeeze him tighter like he might vanish.

Satoru’s heart skips a beat. “Look at me sweetheart.” He smiles when you lift your head. “I’m deeply in love with you too.”

𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢

Toji crouches next to the bed, pulling back the covers. Your tears are trickling sideways, soaking into the pillow. “Cuddle me, please Toji I need to be held.” He frowns and you look away, tugging the covers back over your head.

Toji finds crying irritating, taught to suck it up he grew up expecting that of others. But seeing you recoil from him dissolves any anger. You deserve to feel your emotions, to cry, and to have him hold you.

He will have to learn how to comfort you and become the man you deserve.

Toji stands up to slip his sweater off. He grabs the blanket slowly pulling it off of you. “Ya wearing my sweater 'cause it reminded ya of me right? This smells like me, I took a shower at a shitty motel before coming home, wanted to smell good fer ya.” You sit up and slip his sweater off, tossing it onto the floor.

He bunches up the sweater and you rise your arms up for Toji to slip his sweater into you. “We can cuddle, I'll be ya like one of ya Teddy bears.” You scoot over giving Toji room to slip into bed. He flips over your pillow, hiding the side soaked with tears.

There is a small smile tugging on your lips. "Teddybear is a good nickname for you." He rolls his eyes climbing into bed, you sit to the side letting him get comfortable. Toji's large body takes up most of the bed.

He's sitting up, pouting, mulling over your new nickname. A darkening blush spreads across his cheeks. You climb onto his lap, "You're big and strong like a bear, and you're going all soft on me. Cuddling you is like cuddling up to those oversized teddy bears you see around valentine's day." He sighs, glancing down at you to see that soft smile spreading.

"I'll let you get away with it 'cause ya cute." He leans down kissing your forehead, wrapping his arm around you.

𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮

"Meh!" It's a short squeaky chirp of a meow behind your head. A rumbling purr follows as a soft warm fuzzy kitten walks onto your head. Gently pressing its soft beans into your face, their purr gets louder as they delightfully use your cheek to make biscuits.

Another cat comes clawing up the side of the bed. "Meeeehhh." A fluffy brown cat with bright blue eyes announces themself with a loud, chirpy scream "You were upset so I canceled with Toru wanted to surprise you. I saw these two on the side of the road n' couldn't leave them." He sits down on the bed next to you.

He grabs the proudly purring kitten off of your face for you to sit up. "They-they are sooo cuteee. Are we keeping them?" There is shining hope replacing the dull sadness tainting your beautiful eyes.

Suguru's heart aches to see your wet cheeks with tears and bloodshot eyes. "They are our babies now, no one is taking them from us. We can hide them for two weeks until we move into our new place together." He gently sets the small fluffy orange cat on your lap next to the chocolate one. He wraps his arm around your shoulder, holding you close.

The orange one tackles the other, lightly biting their ear. The chocolate kitten gets on its back and delivers bunny blows to the orange one's gut. Which pushes the smaller kitten off.

In surrender the fluffy orange kitten rolls over to show their soft white belly. Pushing their fluffy paws into the air. You sniffle and get on Suguru's lap, he spreads his legs for you to sit between.

"I still need to be held." Suguru carefully wipes your face dry with the baggy sleeves of his sweater.

"Won't let you go till you feel better. I'm sorry you're feeling this way darling. We can get through it together. I'm always here for you whenever you need me." He kisses the top and side of your head, trailing several more kisses down your cheek.

His kiss is tender, loving, and salty from your tears. "When you get hungry," kissing your cheek, "we can grab a bite to eat then become some criminals together by sneaking in stuff for our new babies"

oreo creampie m.list

Part two; Kento, Sukuna, Choso & Shoko

#jjk #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x y/n #jujutsu kaisen x you #jjk fluff #gojo fluff #geto fluff #toji fluff #toji x reader #geto x reader #gojo x reader #geto suguru x reader #suguru geto x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #fushiguro toji x reader #gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo satoru fluff #satoru gojo fluff #toji fushiguro fluff #fushiguro toji fluff #geto suguru fluff #suguru geto fluff #gojo satoru #toji fushiguro #geto suguru

[ex-furry]

today i found out my four-year-old cousin poops in his backyard sometimes 👍

#he gets naked every chance he gets it's crazy #today my 11-year-old cousin came in and said the 4 y/o did something really bad #which meant he shoved a teddy bear into one of my nana's toilets #but that wasn't as bad as the time he wiped his shit on her walls and carpet #i don't understand him

[indulgentdaydream]

headcanons with attractive things jason does 😭🫶

anon i have GOT YOU

When he sits on a couch, no matter if you’re on too or not, that man is SPREAD

Arms wide and resting on the back of the couch. Manspreading his thighs wide open. A relaxed expression on his face. Maybe a book in hand.

When moving in for a kiss, he cups your face with his left hand first. Then strokes his thumb on your cheek twice while actually kissing you.

Every. Single. Time. Doesn’t matter where or when. If it’s just a peck or y’all are making out, that’s what he starts it with.

Kisses on the back of your neck if he’s walking past you and you’re looking down.

Also will keep his hands resting on your hips if standing behind you.

He’ll swear UP AND DOWN that he means nothing by it. That it’s just a habit. But will keep a hand on your thigh while driving a car. Not even sexual. Just comforting.

Opening doors for you and guiding you through with a hand on the small of your back

You’re both sleeping in the same bed? He’s dead asleep. Usually isn’t. But with you, for sure he is.

And if you slip out of his reach while he is dead asleep, he’s reaching out and dragging you back like a lost teddy bear. And he’s asleep the whole time

When you’re out eating or at a bar and he’s getting a bit anxious with all the people around, he’ll play footsies with you under the table

Got so intense once he accidentally knocked the table over and you two got kicked out

This man LAUGHS

No one talks about how Jason’s laugh (may have a fic in the works about it. I’ll finish it if y’all ask)

I’m not talking “he chuckled” or “he grinned” or “his shoulders shook with silent laughter”

I’m talking about how this man tosses his head back before leaning forward, clutching his stomach with one hand, the other reaching for some part of you to grasp as you laugh along with him. How his laughter is deep and BOOMING. It takes up a whole room. Echoes across the street. Enters your ears and melts into your blood stream and goes immediately to your heart which picks up its beating to make sure to get it to the rest of your body. How he straightens up again, his face split in a grin, eyes opening again while he has to wipe away tears of laughter, his body still shaking with it.

I want to make jason todd genuinely laugh and if the sound makes me go deaf then so be it because at least i was able to hear the most beautiful sound in the universe

I’m sorry this got off topic but

He wears glasses when he reads and that’s hot too i guess

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #dc #jason todd fic #red hood #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd x you #red hood x reader #red hood x you #jason todd x gn!reader #jason todd x male!reader #jason todd imagine #jason todd fluff #jason todd headcanons #jason todd fanfiction #red hood x gn!reader #jason todd x m!reader

[gremlingottoosilly]

Bimbo!Reader who's convinced Pushover!Konig is just a big teddy bear of a giant

He literally beat up a guy who tried to hit on you, and you were fussing over him, ruining that pretty shirt you helped him choose. Konig has no sense of style or tact, and he is very sensitive to criticism - but this is where your inner critic is shutting up, and you just fuss over him like he is just an overgrown baby.

Konig feels like your fussing over him is a bit embarrassing and generally a humiliating process, but he doesn't care - not as long as he can feel your hands on his face when you're wiping away the blood. You're adorable, fucking precious, and he can't wait to ruin you - just as soon as you'd stop being so dense about his hints...but you won't stop, and he finds himself in a weirdly wholesome relationship. It might be that you're just too dumb to see the signs, but he kinda likes your immunity to red flags - and besides, he is smart for the both of you...and likes being cared for too much. You drag him over to your favorite cafe, and he forces himself to stop thinking about fingering you under the table. You would probably allow him, especially while you're wearing a skirt that barely covers your ass and your cleavage is deeper than the knife wounds he used to inflict on his opponents, but he is far too nervous for this. Doesn't want to appear weird, even as you scoot closer to him and ask what he thinks about the necklace you bought with the money he gave you. He stares at the little space orb settled perfectly on your tits. He gulps. Konig probably needs to stop excusing himself in the middle of your dates to jerk off in a public bathroom, but the other possibility would be fucking you senselessly and making you even dumber than you already are...and it's not really an option. He keeps telling himself that he is not weird, but he allows you to sleep on his chest when you're too tired to go home after a movie night, and then he'd massage your tits for the rest of the evening. He keeps telling himself that he is not weird, but it's easier for him to snatch your panties and use them for masturbation than actually asking you to fuck him. The worst thing is - you trust him. You look at him with your precious shining eyes, and you act like he isn't a fucking war criminal who can snap your neck in a second. You give him too much power, trusting him so blindly - he knows he is going to snap one day. Like a rope slowly untangling from its threads. Like a metal cable that is going to escape your arms and cut through the soft skin of your palms.

#cod #konig x reader #konig #yandere konig #cod x reader #yandere cod

[bettymylove]

Fights

pairing: theodore nott x reader

content: theo gets into a fight and you couldn't help but get turned on.

18+ minors dni

a/n: my theo obsession is showingg<33

warnings: smut

theodore nott was never the kind of person to get into a fight, a verbal fight sure but seeing him punching a guy was a rare sight.

y/n his girlfriend had seen the whole scene unfold how he beat up that guy beacuse he said something about her and no one says a bad word about theo's girl.

y/n knew she was expected to stop him but god was it hard to do so, she wanted him to continue pure anger on his face the guy turning to putty.

however, seeing the amount of people around and how they will judge her if she didn't stop him she did.

she dragged him away to his dorm sat him down got a cloth and started wiping his knuckles.

"can I admit something?" she asked in a whisper.

he nodded quietly expecting to hear a lecture how he shouldn't get into fights.

but instead he felt her sitting on his lap cupping his jaw and whispering about how he looked so hot while fighting and how badly she needed him right now.

"really darling? watching me fight turned you on,huh?

you nodded this time.

"fuck me theo, I want it rough show me how strong you are"

he was about to melt how did he ever get so lucky.

he took off his shirt and you did the same you started grinding on him his clothed boner pushing into you.

he grabbed you and turned you so your back faced him. you arched your back for him and wiggled your butt.

he took off your panties and inserted two of his fingers quickly moving in and out fast.

"theo- please don't stop, oh godd"

"it's theo darling god won't make you feel this good"

he unbuckled his pants and took his throbbing red cock out of his pants.

"you ready?"

"yes, please fuck me teddy"

and he did exactly that fucking you until you couldn't think straight his thrusts so fast the bed was shaking, you were moaning so loudly you were sure someone must have heard you but god you didn't care one bit all you cared about was theo and theo alone and how good he was making you feel.

it didn't take you long to reach your orgasm, you both came together and he pulled out slowly so it wouldn't hurt you.

"this was amazing"

"I know baby, I know"

he pulled you close and you both slept in each other's arms.

please send in requestss!!<33

#theo nott #theo nott x reader #theo nott x y/n #theo nott x you #theodore nott #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott x you #theodore nott x y/n #theo nott fic #theodore nott smut #theo nott smut #draco malfoy #slytherin #enzo berkshire #blaise zabini #matheo riddle #harry potter #chitasmut #x reader

[pseudowho]

The Widow's Keeper

(help me find the Higuruma artist in the banner, for crediting and thanks/permission!)

Marrying again after losing your husband in Shibuya was never part of your plan. Then, Higuruma Hiromi came along.

Warnings: Character death, grief, angst, fluff

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A hysterical shriek-- a frantic cry for a man long dead-- rang through the bedroom, enveloped in the dark warmth of night, and broke down into anguished sobs. A soft shout of alarm, and hurried reassurances, sobs muffled, hands stroking, soothing, kisses on foreheads.

Hiromi held you to his chest, his pyjama top damp with your tears, his eyes gritty from sudden wakefulness. You cried away your grief, still so raw, replaying over and over in your dreams-- taunting you with 'what if's and 'if only's. Hiromi's nose nuzzled into your hair, both arms tightly holding you lest you fall apart against him, mumbling his sweet love in humid little breaths to your head.

It had been a while since you had dreamed of Nanami Kento, he pondered, rocking you gently from side-to-side. Dead and buried for almost 4 years now, Hiromi had married you and your trauma, your loss, your fallen love. He had taken you as the package you were, a complex parcel, and the mother of the second love of his life.

Little footsteps approached the door; little hands, cautious against the cool wood, pushed it open with a squeak.

"Mummy? Daddy? Is it a bad dream? You woke me up," grumbled your little girl, blonde and brown-eyed, with sharp delicate features. You sat up hurriedly, wiping your eyes and plastering on a damp smile. As you began moving to get out of bed, Hiromi laid a gentle hand on your thigh, kissing you on the temple.

"I'll take it from here," he hushed, and you sniffled, threatening tears again, "go back to sleep. I love you."

Planting a watery kiss to Hiromi's lips, you laid down in bed, burrowing your nose into his pillow, his smell, always feeling your adoration for him with the sting of guilt.

Hiromi scooted to the door, his loud shuffling footsteps pretending to be sneaky as he scooped his daughter up in his arms, nosing at her with deliberate snuffles. She giggled, batting him away, capturing his face in her little hands, slanted eyes narrow and delighted.

"Back to bed, little one. Your teddies can't sleep without you." Hiromi's playful bargaining wasn't needed, his daughter half-asleep in his arms already, while her arms wound around his neck to snuggle her head under his chin. By the time he had tucked her back into bed, she breathed soft snores, her bed still warm from the nest she had made.

Hiromi crouched by your daughter's bed, watching her, committing all of her features to memory; never this small, ever again, he thought, bittersweet as she grew, blooming. He stroked her hair, nursing the stale guilt of feeling he had stolen this life from another man, and feeling so deeply undeserving, so ashamed because of it.

While Hiromi knew his daughter-- your daughter, Kento's daughter-- more than Kento ever would, there felt to be an impenetrable wall to his love, an absence of a blood bond, stolen away from a man who did not want to leave his wife, and had not even known he was to become a father. Hiromi felt responsible, as if he had spirited you both away himself. He did not deserve to hold you through your grief; he did not deserve to be daddy.

Planting a last kiss to his daughter's forehead, a long-fingered hand stroking blond flicks out of her eyes, Hiromi tiptoed to the door. He hesitated for a moment, then tiptoed back. A brown teddy with its familiar, well-fiddled-with and far-too-large-for-teddies yellow leopard-spotted tie, belonged in his daughters' arms, and not on the floor.

Padding back to your bedroom, a thief in the night, the sheets played a gentle susurrus over your bodies as Hiromi tangled his legs through yours, lying on his back so you could tuck across his chest. You slipped a hand under his t-shirt, travelling up to his chest to stroke its patch of downy black hair. Hiromi's fingers tangled through your hair, examining the whorls of your ear, rolling your earlobe in thought.

"I'm so sorry," you hiccuped into Hiromi's chest, and you heaved with sobs when his reassurance began before you had even finished apologising, his arms tightening around you. He cupped your face in his hands, tilting it, look at me, come on darling, please, look at me.

Hiromi held your face, your cheeks squashed and blotchy with tears in his palms. He felt a trickle of disgust with himself run down his throat, as he stole his role as your hero from Kento, "None of that. You know you don't have to apologise for anything--"

"But I love him," you sobbed, voice cracking with devastated guilt, feeling like a filthy liar, a cheater, a bigamist, "I love him so much and I want him back, but I want you, Hiro, I-- I--" Hiromi nodded, still gazing into you, hooded dark eyes like little embers in the night. You felt a surge of appreciative, grateful love as he drank down your proclamations of love for another man, and wanted you anyway.

"If it were the other way round," Hiromi started, slow and deliberate, "if it were me who had died, and Kento loved you after...I would trust him completely to carry the torch for me. To give you two everything that I wouldn't be able to give."

You wept again, your face and chest aching, loss heavy in your soul. Hiromi kept you close, tethering you, repeating in a tender mantra; "You can love us both. You can love us both, because we both love you. You can love us both."

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"I...I'm not very good at this sort of thing."

Hiromi's words fell weakly, unanswered by the dead. Nanami Kento's grave was pristine under the hands of his many friends, his lover, his students, those he had saved. He was popular in death as he had been in life; not inundated with true friends, but awash with bannermen and admirers, those who aspired to be like him, and those who aspired to be liked by him. An admission of guilt writhed in Hiromi's chest, bursting out in one strained cry.

"I can't feel sad that you died," Hiromi spat, disgusted not with Kento, but with himself, "because if you hadn't died, I wouldn't have them, and I'm a real piece of shit--"

"No you're not," a friendly voice drawled to Hiromi's left. Hiromi froze, eyes wide and paralyzed, dread creeping through him that someone had heard his biggest shame--

"-- and Nanami wouldn't have thought so, either. I bet she was the last thing he thought about-- worrying about her, who would look after her. He'd be happy. For her to have a good man. Like you."

Ino Takuma leaned down beside Hiromi, speaking a brief prayer above Kento, a wrapped, spotted blunt blade harnessed onto his back. Placing some fresh flowers down, he stood up again.

Hiromi and Ino were silent together amongst the rustling willows, the smooth dappling sunlight, the whispering babble of the shallow river. Ino rocked on his heels, smiling, hands pocketed. Hiromi hung his head in shame.

"You can...you can feel both, Higuruma. Regret for him dying and leaving her, and...and loving her, I guess. You're not a bad person. I bet she beats herself up for marrying again, right?"

Hiromi swallowed, nodding quickly after a breath's pause. Images flitted across his mind-- you, resplendent in your gown. Your daughter, so solemn on her big day, scattering petals down the aisle. Your earnest kiss, your joyful dancing, your gracious speech. Your wedding night breakdown, holding you in a hot bath in innocent intimacy, folding your lingerie away in favour of a soft nightdress, nothing expected, nothing lost, in life and in death, in sickness and in health.

"You've just...you've just got to be his wingman, y'know?" Ino stated, arms crossed up behind his balaclava'd head, "You and Nanami...you're both her husband. You're both my niece's dad. So big him up a bit for us, huh?"

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"Hey, dad?"

Hiromi leaned round the fridge door, crows feet crinkling around his eyes as he popped a cube of cheese into his mouth, busted.

His daughter smirked at him, fine eyebrows raised under a smooth honey-blonde fringe. As tall as Hiromi, leggy and sarcastic, Hiromi didn't so much tell this young woman off now, as get savagely roasted by her dry wit. Hiromi took it with all of the frustrated joy of a father trying to parent a young woman with unparentably excellent traits.

"Cheese?" Hiromi offered, flicking a cube deftly at his daughter. She caught it, seamlessly, eyes narrowing at him. For all the bravado she was putting on, Hiromi knew she was putting it on. He headed over, pulling her to him with one arm, blonde head against black-grey head.

"Penny for them?"

She sighed, and began: "Did you...meet him?"

Him. Ah.

"I did not," Hiromi admitted, "but I know he was exceptional. Your mother has wonderful taste." He accepted the slap to his arm, well-deserved.

"I can never...I don't think I'll ever be as good as him." Hiromi's heart swelled and ached for his daughter; he felt an odd kinship, one of them in such a powerful shadow, one of them in such enormous shoes. Hiromi nodded, his throat thick.

"You're right," he said, his daughter's lips puckering up in grim acceptance, looking at the floor, "your dad was a hero. He protected the weak when nobody else wanted to. He took on the messy jobs with nothing more than a glass of whiskey and your mum's love behind him. He was funny, kind, patient, empathetic... he was the best of the best. The best sort of man. He's a legend even now."

"So, no, sweetheart, you're never going to be as good as him," Hiromi turned to his daughter, cupping her high-cheeked face in his hands, pressing her to look at him, "you're going to be better. You have all three of us in you, and you carry it so well."

Hiromi's daughter let out a dry sob, refusing to let tears fall. She sniffled, pulling close to Hiromi, letting herself be held. Rubbing her nose and pulling her hair behind one ear, she reached behind her onto a chair, revealing a black, rectangular handled case.

"Uncle Ino gave me something, today," she started, unclipping the case, "he said it was dad's. I thought I...I want to use it. Like he did."

Hiromi gazed fondly down at the blade of legends, white wrapping yellowed at the edges with age, but still just as deadly. He smiled, and your daughter relaxed into his wordless reassurance.

"Yes. Absolutely. It's the only...you're the only one who could do this old thing justice, now," Hiromi pressed, eager to hold Kento and his child together across the impenetrable veil of death, "but I have to warn you."

His daughter glanced to Hiromi, anxious. He took a deep breath, and continued;

"Your mother will cry when she sees this."

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A few tears slipped out while I wrote this.

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