Jack takes off his prosthetic like it’s any other chore, which it is, because it’ll never be something he lets carry weight.
It’ll carry him, but nothing else, and when you watch him through half-lidded eyes as he removes it with practiced hands, you think he’s beautiful bare. You don’t tell him that tonight.
You’ve learned the whole of Jack well enough that you know he has to be in a particular mood to accept your desecration of his insecurities.
You’ll hunt them down one by one, one day, with your cunt and your need to hold him forever...
With the fact that you’ve given him the most perfect baby girl in the whole wide world, and you’ll give him more and more and more.
“Night.”
Jack sets down his prosthetic against the nightstand, and he’s easy in sliding under the covers and pulling you in with an instinctive tug.
“Goodnight.”
His voice is rough. The house is dark and still. He sleeps for a few blessed hours with you in his arms, but only after checking that the baby monitor is truly on for the third time.
“She go down okay?—”
“Yes, Jack. She’s a champion at knocking out.”
Jack sleeps, but sometime later, he wakes up earlier than he’d like to. You’re still a warm weight nuzzling into him, face smushed against him. There’s nothing wrong except the fact that it’s a shame his bladder can’t make it till daylight.
He reaches toward the nightstand—
And he goes still when his hands find air.
“...The hell?”
Jack, half-asleep and in no mood for wherever the hell his prosthetic leg could’ve gone, frowns before reaching again.
Nothing. His nose flares as the sheets slide off his thighs. He searches the floor, then under the bed, and it’s not fear that’s making his pulse climb. Nope.
It's just the simple, humiliating realization that something he kinda depends on is missing, and he doesn’t know how that happened, so he’s just as confused. Confused and embarrassed. Two very fun emotions. God fuck.
He turns back toward you, the peaceful girl who’s completely unaware that her husband is sitting in the pitch dark because he’s lost a limb. He swallows.
He’s gonna have to ask you. He hates this. He loves that it’s you that’s ruined him and you that can crack him open, that it’s you he’ll be vulnerable with. But he hates having to ask, because the husband that doesn’t deserve you and the father to your baby shouldn’t be losing his fucking limb and making you go look for it.
Jack leans closer and murmurs your name. With no response, he tries again, a little firmer.
“Sleepy. Baby.”
He swallows again when your eyes flutter open, a small sound you make to go along with it.
“...Wha…wha’s goin’ on?”
Jack blinks slows. He’ll smother the embarrassment flickering under his nerves later.
“My leg’s gone.”
You blink at him. Yep. That’s something to blink at. He won’t blame you.
“What?”
Jack simply gestures toward his side of the bed, because maybe if he pretends like this happens all the time, then he doesn’t have to be suddenly hyperaware of what’s not just missing from the room, but from the whole of him. Sounds like a fucking plan.
“I took it off. I put it by the nightstand. It’s not there. It’s not under the bed. It’s not anywhere on my side.”
You squint into the dark. “Well, did you move it? Maybe it rolled under the bed and maybe over to my side—”
You pause, and Jack stares as he watches your shadowed expression shift. It’s confusion to realization, your eyes widening slightly—to a look where you’re finding something…adorable.
“Oh. Oh my God. I can take a guess.”
You throw the covers off, sliding out of bed.
“I’ll be back.”
“Where are you going—”
You squeeze his hand, smiling sleepily. Fitting. “Trust me.”
Well. He has to, doesn’t he? You’re gone into the hall before he can say anything else.
He sits there for a hot minute, and don’t worry, sleepy, he doesn’t have to be reminded of his own helplessness.
Making kiddo look for your limb while you sit pretty. Husband of the year—
You reappear before he can even wonder why he couldn’t hear your footsteps down the hall, but your eyes are glossy, and you’ve found it—you’ve tucked his prosthetic under your arm.
“What the hell?”
“I found it, and you’ll be happy to know where. Oh my god.”
Your face is open in a way that makes Jack’s chest crack open with a furrowed brow. You set his prosthetic in front of him on the bed, and you climb onto the bed on your knees.
You pull out your phone. Jack couldn’t guess what you’re so in awe about.
“What are you—”
“Look, Dad.”
Your voice is trembling between the line of laughter and slight tears, and Jack can only listen when you hold the phone up to him.
He freezes. The sight is—the sight is…
The only thing as beautiful and ridiculous than what you’re showing him is you.
On the screen is a photo you must’ve taken just minutes ago in baby’s room, only lit by her baby-sun nightlight. She’s asleep in her crib, face turned into her pillow.
She’s got her chubby toddler body wrapped around his prosthetic leg like it’s a stuffed animal.
She’s hugging it. Like the thing is comforting.
…Like it’s Dad.
You shine in watching Jack stare into the screen, and it’s the blunt force of tenderness burning its way into his heart. His throat might close to the point of suffocation.
Not a bad way to go.
“Chubby must’ve took it while we were sleeping. Just…she just dragged it into her crib and fell asleep with it. We’ve got a little thief on our hands.”
“...Why?”
He’s unbelieving. He can’t believe—
“I think she thinks it’s…I don’t know. She’s two. If she has your leg, she has you.” Your voice is warm, near wrecked in the explanation. “I’m surprised she was able to carry it. She’s got baby muscle.”
…He can’t believe he’s this fucking loved.
The joke he tries going for slips out broken with a low sigh. He swallows again, dragging his finger along the metal of his prosthetic.
“My kid…stole my leg.”
“Yes she did. She also had my badge clip. I left it. It might be a little easier to take from her in the morning than your lovely chunk of metal.”
“Inherited her mommy’s love for trinkets.”
You laugh at that. Jack’s mouth twitches into something thin.
He’s loved by a perfect kid from a perfect woman, and he guesses he can only be defeated by their love in its most absurd form. Even if that’s what he’ll never deserve.
“...She can keep it next time. Long as she brings it back to me.”
You lean in to kiss his shoulder. He only wants the moment he leaves this world to be like this, you lingering with your lips, the grainy sight of Chubby needing the part of him he sometimes loathes to go to sleep.
“She loves you so much, Jack. But maybe we can find her a stuffed leg.”
A/N: I have so many things I want to write for this man. One of these days I'll get them down! If nothing else, maybe I can at least share the prompts for someone else to explore. Enjoy! :)
Warnings: As titled, this is a NSFW hc post. Please read at your own discretion and forgive any grammatical errors!
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Jason is not necessarily the kinkiest man to ever do it. That's not to say he's a prude, but he's selective of what he's willing to try. However, that man absolutely does have a praise kink. When you tell him how well he's doing, a blush will immediately spread across his face, and he'll whimper under your touch.
He's not generally one for one-night stands. It may have happened once or twice, but it requires a certain level of trust he's not capable of. If you end up as a friend-with-benefits with him, he's respectful (but that isn't ideal for him either if we're honest).
Absolutely talks during. There's a lot of "are you okay?" and "does that feel good?" Once he's more comfortable and you find a rhythm together, it's more "fuck baby, you feel so good" and "I want to make you feel as good as you make me" mixed with soft curses or "I knew you could take it."
That dick absolutely fills you up and hits all the right spots. Foreplay with this man is absolutely essential because of his size. Thankfully, he enjoys those more intimate moments and especially enjoys giving oral.
Prefers giving over receiving but won't say no if you're offering.
Once he really gets close to his partner, it takes almost no time for him to really get hard. Sometimes he can get somewhat embarrassed about it, even if you insist it's actually flattering.
Finishes quickly the first few times you're together, which pisses him off with himself, but he always makes sure you cum. He's not one to leave you unsatisfied.
Loves it when you ride him and use his cock to reach your orgasm. That's probably his favorite position. He's able and willing to try any other but watching you bounce up and down on his cock until you reach oblivion is a euphoria of his own.
This man loves a bush. He's not vehemently against shaving, but there's something about a tuft of hair down there that makes him crazy in the best way.
After patrol, when the adrenaline is still high, he's pinning you against the wall before the suit is fully off. That's when he feels the most confident and dominant.
Lingerie can get him worked up, but his real weakness is seeing wearing one of his shirts and nothing else.
Memorizes your body and knows it almost as well as you do. Likewise, he remembers things you mentioned enjoying months after the fact.
Sometimes will laugh and joke during, especially if someone gets a leg cramp, makes a weird noise, or says something diabolical. Once you've reached that level, you know he's in love.
Aftercare is subtle, but an absolute must for him. He'll bring you food and whisper little assurances to you afterwards. When he needs it for himself, it's damn near impossible for him to ask, but he'll fish for reassurance in small ways. "Will you stay here with me tonight?" or "Are we good?"
The gentleness and care he takes will amaze you every time.
As a physical touch and acts of service man you think it would be oral bc you don’t have to do a SINGLE thing while he just pampers you, but surprisingly his favorite way to make you cum is when he’s inside you because YOU love it. Joel’s loves anything you love ❤️. Now he still likes you being his little pillow princess, so honestly any position where he gets to take over is his favorite way to make you cum lol.
He loves fucking you from behind while you’re on your knees, that way he can hold you up against him with his arm across your titties and he gets to stick his face into your neck and smell you and hear your little whimpers.
He also of course loves missionary, getting to look each other in the eyes while he fucks you real good and slow? CHECK. Especially when he’s barely pulling out and it’s more just grinding against each other and you can feel every delicious drag of his dick through your pussy.
Now i think this has to be one of his FAVORITE positions/ways to make you cum, the lotus position where you’re sitting on top of him and facing each other. This is like missionary but even better because you’re just wrapped in him and you’re so close and he’s surrounded by you. Him thrusting up into you while you slowly grind and bounce on him as you’re both sighing into each others mouths. He swears you feel like one person every time you two do this position. It’s so sensual and intimate, and you love the feeling of each others bare skin.
vampirebf!matt who struggles with emotions, since his are always off. when you guys start dating you have to genuinely put him through some sort of training, teaching him about emotions and how to portray love, he eventually adapts, taking after you of course.
vampirebf!matt who's love language is physical touch. he can't express his feelings but he always has physical contact with you, stuff like rubbing your thigh, holding your hand, kissing your neck, etc
vampirebf!matt who's relationship with you is somewhat toxic, but you're both putting in more and more love and effort each day to better yourselves
vampirebf!matt who is in absolute shock of your 'human' life, stunned by the ways of your "odd" reality.
vampirebf!matt who doesn't ever want to turn you into a vampire, he thinks you're too sweet and pure to become a 'monster' like him, he's so in love with you that he'd burn to a crisp under the sun for you, only for you.
vampirebf!matt who will on occasion show his vampire face at halloween parties so it looks like a costume, just to see you happy.
vampirebf!matt who is astounded that youre still very much in love with him after seeing his vampire face, even more shocked when you ask to see it more often.
vampirebf!matt who begrudgingly makes/buys you your favorite foods, despite the mere thought of eating it appalling him, he does it anyways because he cares, supposedly.
vampirebf!matt who sleeps in your pink room, your pink sheets, your plushies scattered around him, snuggled up to you despite his claims to hate it, he loves your girly girl agenda.
vampirebf!matt who attempts to hide his bloodbags from you, but in th long run finds himself casually lazing around your house with them hanging from his mouth.
vampirebf!matt who keeps you away from every vampire he knows, you're far too vulnerable to know that 99% of them will murder you the second they see, or smell you.
vampirebf!matt who can't believe you of all people are in love with him, his so called tough demeanor slipping day by day the more you compliment him for all he is.
⋮ Naoya is the type to always flaunt in public about how masculine and dominant he is, only to submit the minute he gets in the door.
Naoya will instantly feel a need to please his women the MOMENT he gets in the door, beginning to clean and tidy things up like he's getting paid.
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⋮ When you praise him, it's like his brain fries. Just standing there and looking stupid as he registers your words, before just giving an awkward bow. A low bow to, not something casual.
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⋮ You tell Naoya to show you he loves you? He will. When you tell him to do something like he means it? He will put all the passion in the world into pleasing you. It's like his favorite word is "thank you" when it comes to his spouse.
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⋮ Respect is something he always tries to show, but rarely does in public unless forced. Naoya, a grown ass man, will blush and be on the verge of tears if he is told by his wife to do something for her. But he does it.
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⋮ Though he probably will never admit it, he loves it when you touch any sensitive part of his. His abs, his neck, his lower back. He gets shivers. Melts like nothing else is relevant. So, he desperately tries to get his wife back for what she does to him. This also pisses him off because he can usually never outdo his wife when it comes to most things.
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⋮ Everytime his wife is mentioned, pride and dignity goes out the window. Another Zenin' insults his wife? He will beat their ass in the center of the dorms without remorse. Not even to make himself seem stronger, just to wait for you to praise him for what he did for you.
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⋮ Why did Naoya fall so hard for his wife, and have his entire ideology turned around? His wife beat him brutally in a fight, almost akin to the ass whooping Maki delivered. And damn straight he, being face in the dirt and bloodied, confessed his love for you.
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I have always hated Naoya, so to make him a submissive malewife has made my day. (˵ ¬ᴗ¬)
Edit : This did include nsfw hc's but y'know what don't feel like it
Now do some modern paytah headcannons😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈and modern rains fall😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈
After many years of waiting (I belive it has been a few months since you asked..)
Here they are!!
Once again I apologise as I know the bare minimum about these characters and had to stalk many fandom pages just to get bare miniums
MODERN!PAYTAH HEADCANONS
-okay linking back to eagle flies one about the band. I feel like he was the leading factor for the band, I feel like he would maybe play guitar or bass while eagle flies played drums. (He needs to get his anger out somehow) and when their very small band split up he kept continuing with the instrument he played since he was actually pretty good at it (he was the only one that had a sense of rhythm in that entire group I swear)
-now unlike eagle flies this man definitely did do archery lessons. He would have volunteered to do it in high-school to get extra credits or just to put on his resume but found that he actually loved it that much that he started coaching lessons once or twice a week.
-fishing. This man just screams the vibe that he would love fishing. Imagine:
Its a sunny day. Schools out and you're not doing anything so what's the best idea to do? Drag all of your friends fishing even though everyone hates it. They'll be at the pond and all of his friends will be diving into the water and splashing abiut while hes just sat there with this rod trying to catch some fish. And he would feel bad for the fish as well so he would release them all immediately after (hes got high honor)
MODERN!RAINS FALLS HEADCANONS
-okay you cant tell me that this man dosnt love a good book. He is the random old guy on a book forum talking about how authors these days are terrible and how books back in his day used to be thrilling (all of this over a non fiction book about animals or something)
-or may I offer that he voiced in audio books. Think like a David Attenborough but for books. He's a pacifist so all the books while abouts nature and animals like herbivores or something like that. (Im not just saying this becuse I love how relaxing his VA's voice is.)
-he is vegan, vegetarian, gluten free, only eats free range plants. (This one is a joke) but I can see him limiting how much meat he consumes becuse hes seen an ai generated video of farm animals being slaughtered and he believed it to be real.
-speaking of ai he definitely sends eagle flies ai generated videos on his phone he doesn't know how to use. He can use a computer all right but when it comes to a phone he is stumped. 3 the type of person to take a selfie but focus more on pressing the button than looking at the screen
A.N: apologise again for this taking so long! I did kinda forget abt it? But I did get it done! Now I just gotta write a few more fics and thats me all caught up! Boo yah!
Eddie keeping his mothers wedding ring on his ring finger and thats why that one looks so different to the others he wears, and why that one actually fits his slimmer fingers.
