Sypnosis- Stinger is all energy, all excitement, the kind of person who throws himself into battle without hesitation. You? Youâd rather keep things quiet, steady, and slow. Somehow, though, he always finds himself gravitating toward you, as if your calm presence is the only thing keeping him from burning out.
Word Count: 4k+ (because I canât hold back when itâs fluff)
MOON đ AND SUN âïž
⥠The first time Stinger noticed you, it wasnât in a fight or a dramatic moment. It wasnât anything exciting, actually.
You were napping.
Right in the middle of the Hero Associationâs break room, curled up on a bench like the world's softest looking cat. Your arms were folded under your head, and the faint rise and fall of your shoulders told him you were either asleep or about to be.
Meanwhile, he had just finished beating a Deep Sea monster, his pulse still racing, adrenaline thrumming through his veins like electricity.
"Man, I need to move," he muttered, bouncing slightly on his heels. That fight had been insane, and his body wasnât done riding the high.
Thatâs when his eyes landed on you again.
Completely still. Absolutely unbothered. A direct contrast to the mess of energy vibrating in his limbs.
Before he even realized it, he was walking toward you.
"Yo."
Nothing. Not even a twitch.
He tilted his head. How the hell were you sleeping through this? The room was packed heroes moving around, people yelling, and yet, you looked like you hadnât been conscious for years.
Stinger knelt next to the bench and poked your arm. "Hey, you good?"
Your eyes fluttered open, the laziest blink heâd ever seen. "Youâre loud," you mumbled, voice still heavy with sleep.
Stinger grinned. "And youâre half-dead. You sleep here now?"
"Only when my bed feels too far away," you murmured, shifting slightly. You didnât exactly invite him to sit, but you didnât tell him to go away either.
So, naturally, he took that as permission and plopped down beside you.
And in hours, he felt his heartbeat settle.
⥠Stinger learned something very quickly about you.
You werenât the type to say things outright.
You wouldnât run into his arms after a mission. You wouldnât tell him you missed him. You wouldnât text him first, wouldnât cling to him in a traditional sense.
But your love was in the details.
It was in the way you always waited for him to sit down before leaning into his space. It was in the way your fingers brushed against his, hesitating for half a second before curling around his wrist. It was in the way you reached for the fabric of his sleeve absentmindedly, as if just making sure he was there.
And for a guy like Stinger, who had spent most of his life running headfirst into danger, that kind of quiet, subtle love? It destroyed him.
One evening, after a long mission, he stumbled into your apartment.
Normally, Stinger was all grins, all noise, never letting exhaustion show. But tonight, his shoulders ached, his ribs were bruised, and the weight of being a hero felt just a little heavier than usual.
He expected you to ask what happened.
Instead, you just⊠reached for his wrist and pulled him toward the couch.
No words. No questions. Just a simple tug, guiding him down until his head rested on your lap.
"Stay?" he muttered, already half-asleep.
You hummed, running your fingers through his messy hair. "Always."
And that was enough.
⥠"You ever wonder how we work?" Stinger asked one lazy afternoon, arms wrapped around your waist while the two of you lay tangled on the couch.
"You mean how youâre a walking explosion, and I prefer existing at two miles per hour?"
"Yeah, that." He grinned, shifting slightly so his chin rested on your shoulder. "How does that work?"
You thought for a moment. "You chased me."
Stinger scoffed. "I did not chase you."
You raised a brow. "Oh? Who followed me around for a whole week, bringing me snacks and asking if I wanted to âhang outâ?"
"Okay, maybe I chased you a little," he admitted, laughing against your skin. "Worth it, though."
"Mm." You leaned back against him. "I think you needed someone to slow you down."
He paused.
And maybe you were right.
Because before you, he had never really stopped moving.
He had always been running, always rushing into the next fight, always burning through life at full speed without stopping to breathe.
But with you?
With you, he could be still.
Home wasnât a place.
Not for Stinger, at least. He had moved around too much, fought too many battles, to really consider anywhere permanent.
But one night, after a long mission, he went into your apartment and found you half-asleep on the couch, curled up under a blanket with your fingers loosely grasping the edge of his jacket.
You had been waiting for him.
Even in sleep, you had been waiting.
And for the first time in his life, he felt it.
That quiet, unshakable warmth. That anchor pulling him back to solid ground. That certainty in his bones that no matter how far he ran, no matter how much energy he burned, heâd always have somewhere to return to.
He bent down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before whispering, "Iâm home."
And even though you were half-asleep, your fingers curled tighter around his sleeve, voice barely above a murmur as you mumbled,
"Welcome back."
Extra Notes
đ Softest boy ever â Stinger is a himbo with too much energy, but he melts the second you touch him.
đ Reader is his safe place â Youâre the one person who can get him to sit still, slow down, and breathe.
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Augh people are sleeping so hard on Resurrected phoenix man from one punch man, especially considering that he survives in the rewrites
Any chance you could write him with a femme reader post the monster association arc? Possibly someone who works food service in a shop near the crosswalk he works at?
â Phoenix man x fem!reader
â Summary: You never thought a guy in a stupid chicken costume was once a villain.
â Warnings: none
It's been forever, sorry ;(, but I got you, my friend, I'm sorry if this isn't entirely accurate. It's been a long time since I read anything about opm
You'd seen a lot of strange things during your workdays, especially considering the recent global threa, the monster association was a terrifying experience for normal people like you. While you were glad for the short break of work because the risk of dying on your way to your shop, it was stressful walking down the street not knowing what kind of monster was waiting around the corner when you needed to run errands.
The feeling of someone watching you only got worse during the first week that everything returned to normal, but it eased up quite a bit when, during one of your breaks, your eyes met âor so you thought, since they weren't very visibleâ those of a man in a chicken costume. His costume was funny, and he stood as still as a statue, your lips twisted into a silly smile, and before going back inside to serve customers, you greeted him with a slight wave.
Phoenix Man didn't want to come across as creepy, at least not after all the havoc he'd once wreaked at his most unhinged, when the costume that was once his job consumed him, literally turning him into a monster. He'd learned his lesson the hard way and was trying to live a quieter life, he really didn't want to come across as a stalker, but you were so⊠desirable. He definitely didn't believe in love at first sight, but you made his knees weak when he saw you laughing with your coworkers, the sight of you subconsciously brightened his day, a constant presence in his new beginning. He clung to that fact like it was destiny, like you were a sign he was making the right decision.
"If you keep smiling like that, you'll scare away the customers."
Phoenix Man glanced at Child Emperor, who was passing by the cafeteria just to check there were no incidents. He rolled his eyes even though the kid couldn't see him, sighing, his back slowly sliding down the back of his seat until he was sitting.
"You talk as if I'm still a monster."
"Well, your costume is monstrously hideous."
He clicked his tongue, preparing his defense, but a group of children began shouting his name through the window, their smiles as bright as the sun, making the words catch in his throat, he returned the gesture enthusiastically, maintaining that soft spot for children âa little less soft spot for the one next to himâ, he never considered himself such a monster, his heart remaining intact most of the time the costume consumed him.
"Do you like that girl? The one who works right across the street, at the supermarket."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
Child Emperor gave him a blank look, was it hotter in the cafeteria? His suit felt heavy, his hands sweaty, the soft fur of the suit was starting to weigh him down. The man's nervous demeanor only confirmed his doubts, and he sighed like a father disappointed in his son.
"I can't believe you're such a chicken now, before-"
"I'm not like I used to be."
"Fine, yeah, but you could put some balls on it, heh."
Finding the joke unfunny, he decided to keep quiet and drink the rest of his coffee, almost choking when he saw you enter the store. He'd never seen you so close, for once, even the monstrous part of him was speechless, his mind went blank. Child Emperor saw this as an opportunity and immediately caught your attention, even though he didn't know you, curiosity made you approach the table, already holding your coffee, despite your shift being over and wanted to go home, you were extremely curious about the man in the chicken costume.
"Hello, did you call me?"
Child Emperor made up a cheap excuse for your attention, you found his indifferent behavior amusing, while you watched the costumed man out of the corner of your eye, as silent as a mute, as if the disguise gave him immunity, as if it turned him into a statue, a piece of furniture destined to be forgotten, something in your mind made a connection, staring at the costume, the visible outline of his faceâŠ
"Oh, I know! Are you the guy who acted like Bird Brain? I knew you looked familiar."
"Did you watch that show?"
You murmur affirmatively as you take a small sip of your coffee, remembering the silly dark comedy show, flowing like a small stream into a large river, from a brief introduction to an hours-long conversation âduring which Child Emperor withdrew with another excuse since his friend didn't seem to need his help anymoreâ, about any nonsense, mostly related to television shows that are no longer on the air.
Time slipped by too quickly between laughter and smiles, despite his face hidden, you could easily decipher his expression from his movements, it was almost as if the suit had a life of its own, which made you even more interested in the former actor.
"Let's talk more another time," although you wanted to continue your lively conversation, the sky was starting to turn dark "here, let's keep in touch."
With a quick movement, you grabbed a napkin, writing with a pen you had in your work bag, you winked at the man as you dropped the paper beside him, making him sigh like a lovesick schoolgirl. You laughed quietly at his reaction, saying goodbye with a polite smile.
Your heart was beating wildly against your chest, your cheeks as red and warm as a sunset, you covered your mouth, hiding your smile. You'd never been so direct or so confident with someone you'd just met, it just happened, and you went with the flow, thinking about him nonstop from the first time your eyes met, feeling confident for once, you decided to go ahead with⊠whatever these feelings were. What's the worst that could happen? That he was a villain in disguise? He seemed too kind to hurt anyone. What were the odds?
ThisâŠtsundere of a man. He is the most difficult person to cuddle, EVER.Â
Garou likes to act as if he is doing YOU a favor by holding you, when in reality, he is hiding the fact that he also craves some sort of physical contact⊠nonviolent⊠physical contact.
He is your personal heater, his body is so damn warm and so comfortable, it's addicting to say the least.
The best place to rest your head is on those tig ol' biddies of his, it's nice to listen to his heartbeat, sometimes it's beating a bit faster than usual because you're around.
Garou will act all annoyed and mutter out loads of curses, but eventually he will decide to swallow his pride and wrap his arms around you, well the⊠welcome to heaven.Â
His embrace is so gentle, yet so protective, he will sometimes let his fingers run through your hair to let you fall asleep.Â
Maybe⊠just maybe you will see the slightest smile on his face, as he enjoys the proximity between the two of you, just don't say anything about it.
10000000000000/10 because I'm biased towards Garou.
â METAL BAT â
He's a teddy bear!! He absolutely loves to cuddle you. His embrace is always so nice and warm⊠and soft!
He loves to play with your hair, and he loves it if you nuzzle your face into his chest.
Another thing he loves is when you're the little spoon, his little spoon, he holds you so gently, like he is touching a porcelain doll.Â
He loves to have his cat join in with the cuddles.
Badd loves to whisper sweet nothings into your ear as he gently plays with your hair, it's his way of showing you how much he loves you.
Expect lots of forehead kisses, and he definitely covers you with a blanket, he likes to take care of you.
They want you to get you the best gift that will top all the other gifts you got in the past. What could it be? They would ask you but it would make it obvious. They have 48 hours to figure out something before Christmas gets here.
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Happy Pride Month!!! i love your headcanons especially the fluff ones (since the smut ones aren't my thing, unless there's fluff there ofc), so do you mind if i can get aftercare headcanons on garou with a chubby s/o and some general hcs???? im sorry if this ask is too specific lol
Happy Pride Month! đđ And omg yes ofc this is so cute, I really enjoyed writing it ee hope you like it!! đ
Garou x chubby s/o aftercare (hcs)
-Honestly aftercare would come pretty natural for him
-He loves you and feels comfortable with you so it goes without saying heâll do his best to make sure youâre feeling good
-Would perhaps get a little bashful here and there at the beginning (since it was a rather intimate moment and we know how he can be with vulnerability) but itâs barely noticeable since he isnât the type to let anything get to his head
-Itâs his s/o heâs dealing with after all, who else would he feel comfortable with if not you?
-In any case itâs adorable
-Would look at you with an attentive puppy expression, contrasting the smirk he always has when going down on you
-Asks if you need anything, water, tea, anything you want; heâs here
-Considering his stamina and drive, it would be nice to take a shower afterwards
-If youâd rather go alone first heâll let you, but heâd rather join you (donât make him say it though)
-Depending on how youâre feeling he can be smug in the shower so beware
-Will ask you how you feel and how was it, donât be hesitant to give him some compliments because heâll lowkey be proud asf
-Heâd prefer getting all those things done (shower and stuff) fast since heâs just itching to cuddle with you and hold you close again
-If you showed some insecurity about your curves and body during or after sex he would tell (and show definitely) just how much he loves every single part of you
-It often confuses him how someone so beautiful, adorable and huggable can actually dislike their body even to a little extent
-Probably stares at you for a couple seconds like :0
-Running his hands all over your body, kissing you and holding you are things he loves greatly
-If someone were to ever even look at you the wrong way, yet alone make a rude comment about your body that person better pray (not that itâd help them in any case)
-Goes without saying; heâs the big spoon, I donât make the rules
-But hey no complaining, being in his strong arms while you both finally doze off is the best feeling ever
âąHello again, Iâm the anon who requested gender neutral s/o! Thank you so much for writing such beautifully-written story between Garou and them. Iâve ended up loving it very much it was very good read, aww big kudos for you! â€â€
And for the next request, as the fandom still hyped about part-timer Garou, how about of the continuation of the previous story:
The s/o has a stable job already, right? And Garou realized that currently being a freeloader in s/oâs house makes him a bit guilty. So he decided to lessen the s/oâs burden by taking a part-time job.
The s/o actually donât mind of Garou being a freeloader, but seeing Garou becomes so determinated about it the s/o canât help but feel very proud and happy for him.
Lots of fluffy moments after both of them finished working, like cooking a simple dinner together at home, resting their tired bodies on the couch while cuddling lovingly, Garou and the s/o sharing a lot of soft kisses during it while the s/o praising Garouâs hardworking, etc.
And as itâs the continuation of âReunitedâ, of course the s/o is still a gender neutral.
Thank you so much and have nice days! đâą
Iâm so happy that I finally got to this one. There were a few requests before it so I had to complete those and I also had to write for the story on AO3 (-_-;) Sorry if I made you wait too long hehe Iâm glad you enjoyed the first one tho
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Reunited Part 2
Garou x GenderNeutral!Reader
You stepped through your door after returning from your 9-5 job. Your muscles and joints ached and you stretched your body in an effort to wake yourself up, the plastic bag full of groceries crinkling with every move.
"Iâm homeâŠâ you softly called, unable to produce a louder noise.
You took your work shoes off along with your coat and scarf, discarding them carelessly by the door, too tired to put them away.
You heard footsteps approaching and smiled when the Garou came towards you. You walked up to him and fell into his arms. Loosely wrapping your arms around his neck, you spoke softly.
âI am so tired today. I canât even walk straightâŠâ
He quirked a brow. His arms slithered around your waist and he picked you up, taking the bag of groceries from you and putting it on the kitchen counter on the way the bathroom down the hall.
âAnother rough day, huh?â
Garou questioned softly and you nodded yawning.
âYou have no ideaâŠâ
Garou set you down onto the stable counter of your bathroom and helped you out of your office pants, sliding then down your legs. You were left in your white shirt and socks.
Garou left after fixing you a warm bath. Undressing completely, you sat yourself down in your tub, the water temperature hot enough to soothe the undeniable ache in your bones from such a hard day of deskwork.
After washing yourself and sitting in the relaxing steam for an hour, you opted to get up and leave. Garou brought you your pajamas and you slipped them on, stretching and walking out of the tiled room with a towel in your hands.
âYa finally doneâŠ?â
Garou asked deeply, sitting on the black couch of your apartment. You sighed and plopped down beside him, resting your head on his shoulder. His fingers came up to massage your sides and you leaned in closer, the two of you now laying on the couch, Garouâs head on the armrest and your body on top of his.
âMm, this feels goodâŠâ you said, slightly drowsy.
âYeah.â
The two of you laid in silence, the only sound coming from the T.V. opposite from the couch. Garou turned the volume down, setting the mood perfectly. His hands circled your waist, exclusively close to your derriĂšre. His hot breath fanned your ear and you found yourself nuzzling into him even more.
Your eyes slowly shut themselves and you curled up into a comfortable position. Oh boy, this felt soâŠcozy.
âC'mon, why are you fallinâ asleep on me?â
Garouâs voice rang out and you instantly awoke from your drowsy state.
âOh, umâŠsorry. Iâm just very sleepy today.â
âToo much work these daysâŠâ
You leaned towards his cheek, connecting your lips with it. And with that you wearily stood up and spoke, âIâm just gonna go take a nap. Too tired to functionâŠâ
Garou nodded, reluctantly, and let you go. He watched you tiredly carry yourself to your bedroom and fall flat on top of the mattress, immediately falling asleep.
Garou sighed to himself and leaned back onto the armrest of the couch. This had been going on for a number of days. You come home from work, he bathes you and takes care of you, he tries to fuck you and love you but you blow him off for sleep.
It was starting to get infuriating. But why was this happening to you? Things werenât like this the first month he was hereâŠ
In fact, a lot of things had changed since the end of the month. Your fridge used to be stacked with food, you used to have a lot more things around and most importantly, you were livelier.
It was like he turned everything around for youâŠ.
Oh, shit.
He did, didnât he? Fuck!
You were only so tired because you worked harder to support the two of you, you bought the groceries all by yourself, you cooked for him, man he was just taking and taking.
Garou exhaled harshly on the couch, rubbing his face with his hands in a frustrated manner. Heâs such an idiotâŠ
Ok ok, think. What do you do when someone lets you freeload in their house, eat their food, lie around all day and be the laziest bum you can be?
Oh, thatâs right! You get a job.
Heâs made up his mind. He is going to get a job, but thereâs no way in hell heâs gonna tell you that. He doesnât need you gushing over how sweet and cute he is, not wanting to re-experience the time you teased him for trying to make a pancake. He just wanted to be nice without being called a sweetheart, c'mon!
Now, back to the matter at hand. What job can he actually get that doesnât require any form of experience or education?
>>
You grab a packet of sweetener from the coffee drawer, tearing open the little paper on top and pouring it into the foam cup that held your recently brewed coffee. You silently stirred with the swizzle stick, observing the boring people of your office from the small break room you stood in.
Leaning against the white counter, you sipped the hot substance and sighed in contentment when it travelled down your throat. You slipped your phone out of your pocket and leisurely scrolled through the recent news articles which lined the screen, stopping to read anything important.
And so you spent the next 10 minutes of your 20 minute break just dawdling around on your phone. You threw away the small cup of coffee that had become too cold and bitter for your liking and trekked back to your office, pushing open the pristine glass doors.
Putting your phone away back into your pocket, you took a seat in your office chair, booting up your computer to get back to making spreadsheets and going over the accounts drafted for last month.
You sighed in boredom, correcting some errors made by your ex-deskmates. It feels so good to have your own office, feels so good to get away from those vermin and feels so good being their boss. Yep, getting a promotion was the best. The only down side was that you had way more work now, your underlings tend to make too many mistakes when it comes to balance sheets. You hadnât told Garou the news yet, you wanted to do it over a cute dinner. It would be way more impactful that way.
Ah, Garou. He always made you feel better after a long day. Just seeing his cute big head relieved you of all the stress that you carried home. Not to mention the amazing feeling of his unexpectedly soft hair between your fingers as you tug and weave or the overwhelming feeling of his strong arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you close and holding your sore body. The touch of his warm mouth on your lips, kissing and worshipping it, invading every intimate part of your form. And the way his tongue felt on your
DING!
Oh, an email from your boss? Whatâs this about? The she-devil up there never emailed her employees for anything goodâŠ
Subject: Executive meeting
Dear D-Wing Employee,
Good Morning. Our company, as you are aware, will be merging with a larger firm, hopefully bringing us larger and more profitable trades.
It has been brought to my attention that many of our business partners and executive directors will be hosting a meeting in the D-Wing of our establishment. It would be most appreciated if all of our D-Wing employees would be willing to postpone their work for a day to enable our higher ups and VIPs to perform the necessary actions in completing this fortunate exchange between two efficient companies, striving to bring better service to the people.
The delay of work shall last from today 10:00 A.M. to tomorrow 12:00 P.M. Thank you for your cooperation. If you have any concerns about this matter, please submit a written letter to the E-Wing, describing your issues.
Best Regards,
Senior Director, Akari Hina
Woah, so youâre basically getting the rest of the day off? And no work at all tomorrow? Hm, maybe your boss isnât so bad after all.
Packing up and grabbing your coat, you turned off your computer and headed straight for the door, running past all of the other D-Wing employees readying themselves to leave.
>>
Garou sat in the office of a delivery firm, arms crossed and leg bouncing up and down, antsy. He eyed the man in front of him, clad in a suit and tie and looking through the 5 minute resume that Garou printed up.
âSo, youâre an expert in âbeing strongâ and 'being coolâ. You donât have much experience, youâre only 18 and you created this resume by yourself?â
Garou nodded, fiddling with the edge of the gray scarf you had gifted him. Ah, another reason to get a job, give you a gift.
âSo, did you pass highschool orâŠ? Sorry, Iâm confused.â
The man took off his glasses, wiping it with a little cloth that was left on his desk, waiting for an answer.
âYeah, I left after my third yearâŠâ
Garou confirmed, and the man put his glasses back on, and intertwined his fingers on the desk between them.
âThatâs good enough. Itâll do. Which department are you looking to work in? We have filing, storage, delivery and cleaning. But you look like a strong kid, storage would be perfect for you.â
Garou thought for a moment, face twisting in confusion. FilingâŠugh reading. Storage, hmm not bad. Delivery isnât hard. He refuses to clean after the slobs here.
âIâm up for anything that has heavy work, no reading or cleaning, thanks.â
He curtly informed his soon to be boss. The suited man huffed and opened up his desk drawer for a notepad.
âSign these and weâll get you started. Deliveries should be fine, no?â
Garou picked up a pen and signed away, paper after paper. Who knew FedEx had so many policies?
After providing enough details on the notepad and filling up all of the consent forms, Garou stood up, pushing his chair back slightly. He went to turn the knob of the little office door but was halted by the voice of the man, or should he say, his new boss.
âIâll have my assistant bring you your uniform, also get rid of the hair. It wonât fit in the hatâŠâ
Garou turned the knob exiting the office and strode out into the garage. A small man walked up to him with a transparent bag of clothes, hiding his face behind it. The only thing he could completely discern about the boy was his name written on the tag near his breast pocket, Ibiki.
âHere is your uniform. When you come back tomorrow, weâll make a name tag for you.â
The cheery, blushing boy spoke, informing Garou of what he needs to do next. Taking the packet from his hands, Garou asked for a bag to put his new clothes in.
Ibiki scurried off to find a bag and retrieved an empty white one, filling it with the plastic packet.
âThanks.â
Garou was about to walk out when he heard the kid call out to him.
âHey Mister! You forgot to take our card. Youâll need the bosses number. See, right here. And this oneâs mine!â
Ibiki pointed out the two separate cell numbers and Garou nodded. Ibiki placed a shaky hand on Garouâs shoulder and patted the spot, saying something along the lines of 'youâll love working with us!â. Whatever, he doesnât care, all he wanted to do was make your life a little bit easier.
>>
You had arrived home an hour ago, Garou nowhere in sight. You decided to shower and read a book while you waited for him to come home. You had already purchased lunch for the two of you on your way back, deciding that the contents in your fridge werenât good enough to work with.
After Garou had shown up, things had turned for the better. It seemed like he brought you good luck wherever you went. You could recall the time when Garou wasnât with you, and frankly, they werenât the best. He made your life a lot more interesting than what it was before.
Standing up and stretching, you trailed towards your bedroom with your book in hand, opting to lay down comfortably and read. An hour and a half had passed and there was still no sign of Garou. But you had forgotten all about that. You munched on some chips in bed, flipping through the pages of your book, so immersed in it that your ears hadnât caught the sound of your front door opening.
Garou walked into your shared home, taking off the jacket and scarf and hanging it behind the door. The bag which held his new uniform was hung in the wall closet in the living room. He washed himself up and looked around, expecting you to not be here as usual, but something caught his eye. Your work shoes! Werenât you wearing these today?
Wait were you home�
He looked around the house, checking each each and every room when he finally decided to check your bedroom.
Opening the door, he waltzed in, his eyes perceived you on your bed, laying on your stomach with your eyes glued to the book in your hand, potato chip hanging from your lips.
You still hadnât noticed him in the room and he fully took advantage of that. Creeping around the edge of the bed, he stopped momentarily behind you. He licked his lips at the sight of your butt, clad in tight, black trousers. Without warning, he jumped onto you, his hips landing right on top of your ample behind, rough, trained hands gripping your hips to keep you in place.
You yelped in surprise, book flying across the bed as you jumped, or tried to, out of the way.
âW-where did you come from?!â
Your face twisted in annoyance as you asked.
âI should be asking you that. What are you doing home?â
Garou laid himself on top of you, his sharp chin resting on your head and fingers tightly grasping the mattress under you.
âI have the whole day off today! Now, will you please get off?â
Garou chuckled in excitement at your words, arms coming around to flip you over onto his chest as he turned himself over on his back.
âNever.â
You rolled your eyes and sighed, relaxing down onto him.
âSo, where were you this fine morning?â
Your question had not been answered for several seconds and you asked him again.
âGarou, where did you go?â
You turned around, still obove him, your chest to his. You gave him a questioning look, gesturing him to speak.
âOut.â
You quirked a brow, expression unamused.
âI know that!â
He sat up and hugged you, his sharp nose buried between you shoulder and neck, kissing the skin.
âWith a friend.â
Garou said, eyes coming up to look at you, waiting for a response.
âOh really? You have friends?â
He nodded hesitantly, avoiding direct eye contact.
Ok then, he was being weird⊠But you didnât want to pry. What he does while heâs out is his business, thereâs probably nothing to worry about. Its not like heâs cheating on you or anything, no, he would never do that, heâs not that kind of man.
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HEâS THAT KIND OF MAN!
How could he? I-, You- How?! You were just coming home early from work. Turns out your new position didnât require you to stay for long hours like before, so you just opted to come home. You had to take the long way around this time, passing by all of the urban workshops and postal firms because your normal road was being repaired. You passed by a FedEx warehouse and you couldâve sworn you saw silver hair and a gorgeous body, belonging to none other than Garou.
That was him for sure! Oh, when you get your hands on himâŠ
You stomped your foot in anger at the scene unfolding before you. Garou, undressing in the wide open garage, taking off the clothes you had bought for him, to put on some drab brown and black shirt and pants. A small man hanging off from his shoulder as Garou walked to the desk toâŠcollect something? What is thatâŠ?
The fragile looking boy next to him stopped in front of his chest and took what seemed to be a small card and clipped it to the front of Garouâs shirt. He beamed at Garou and your boyfriend turned to pick up the boxes that were strewn around the warehouse and pack them into individual trucks.
Wait a second. Was he working? Garou was working! Ohhh, of course! Yeah, you never doubted him for a secondâŠ
You strolled towards them, unknown to the two inside the dark garage, hiding behind the tall stack of boxes. Playfully walking up behind him, the small man gently tapped Garou on the shoulder. He turned around, large boxes still in hand, obscuring his vision.
âWhat do yaâ want now, Ibiki?!â
Garouâs sudden outburst scared the young man accompanying him, making him jump back frightened.
âThe uh⊠b-boss wanted to umm⊠know if you could work overtime. Y-youâll be payedâŠâ
Answered the trembling voice of 'Ibikiâ.
âNo, I got better things waiting for me at homeâŠâ
Garouâs soft answer made you tear up somewhat, and you smiled very gently. Turning your heel, you trecked back home to wait for him. Oh, you might as well set up a surprise for him!
And so, you sneaked away, racing home to start setting up decorations for your hard working man.
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It was around 2:00 in the afternoon when Garou had finally walked through the front door of your shared home. He let out a relaxed sigh and carefully hung his hat behind the wooden door rack and stretched. His shows had already been discarded near the doormat as he made his way over to the bathroom, passing by the living room decorated with fairy lights and a blanket fort.
Wait a second, fairy lights and a fort?! Did he walk into the wrong house?
He came closer to the blankets sprawled across the floor, getting on his knees and picking one up to inspect it, not expecting you to be under it waiting for him.
âSURPRISE!â
You jumped out from under all of the pillows and wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing kisses to his cheeks.
âWhatâs all this? Yerâ home early again?â
Garou questioned, a confused expression on his handsome face.
âA surprise for you, duhâŠâ
He smirked and coyly slid his arms under your legs, picking you up and setting you down onto his lap.
âNo, really? Whatâs the occasion?â
You gave him a look as if saying, 'seriously?â
âWell, I was walking home from work and I couldnât take my usual route. I walked past a few shops and I saw youâŠworking. I was so surprisedâŠâ
Your voice got quieter as it neared the end and you awkwardly twiddled your thumbs, eyes casted downwards.
âGarou, whyâŠwhy didnât you just tell me you got a job?â
Garou let out a huff and ran his fingers through your hair. He looked deep into your eyes and cast you a cute little blush.
âW-well, I know how yaâ kinda freak out when I doâŠanything so I didnât say nothinâ. I just wanted to help out, yaâ get so tired after cominâ home. I ainât gonna sit around and watch yaâ work yerâ ass off for meâŠâ
Your fingers gently caressed his face, bringing it closer to yours.
âGarou, the reason Iâm so tired after coming home is because Iâm still adjusting to my new post at the office. I got promoted and I promise, once I get the hang of it, I wonât be tired at all.â
Garouâs mouth enveloped yours in a sweet exchange, hands roaming your hips.
âIâm really proud of you thoughâŠâ
Garou broke into a genuine smile, no teasing smirk or smug grin. A genuine stretch of his lips.
âAnd what do you mean I kind of freak out? I do not!â
You pouted on his lap, crossing your arms and looking to the side.
âYaâ just planned a surprise for meâŠâ
You blushed and pulled his cheeks.
âHey, this doesnât count!â
He chuckled and smirked as you climbed off of his lap and onto the ground below.
âNow take off your clothes and get in here!â
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The rest of the afternoon was spent in bliss under a large warm blanket. The two of you lovingly cuddling together, watching movies and talking about Garouâs new workmates.
âSo, this Ibiki kid follows me around everywhere, itâs kinda annoying to be honest.â
You laughed at his statement and pointed a finger at his chest.
âWell, he probably likes you. You are very handsomeâŠâ
He smirked and gave you a suggestive look, pulling your body closer to his under the blanket.
âToo bad Iâm not available, right?â
You giggled at his response, snuggling into his warmth.
âYes, too bad indeedâŠâ
Giving you one last loving look, Garou kissed you passionately, his fingers caressing your cheek. Your own hand laid gently on his cheek, lips tightly locked with his.
Separating, the two of you breathed heavily and smiled.
âI love youâŠâ
Garou softly admitted, giving you another one of his glorious genuine grins.
You happily blushed, hugging him close and whispered.
âI love you too. So muchâŠâ
And with that Garou kissed you again, feverishly, pulling the blanket above your heads, ready to take you to heaven.
Hey! I'm the anon who asked for the Amai Mask one. Could I change it a bit please? Could I maybe have him singing to his s/o to destress them, and maybe they dance together a little bit? Just them being cuties? Thank you so much!
Yyyyyyyaaaaaaaassss hnnnnnngh. I slow danced with my dog after writing this and my parents thought I was insane heheeeeđ
Enjoy you wonderful people!
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Amai watches as you enter the front doors to the luxury apartment the both of you own. The slicked back hair you had prepped this morning was now let loose, multiple strands surrounding your face. Your clothes, once ironed and professional, now loose and casual. None of that bothered him though, he understood that your work required öhigh performance, coming home like this wasnât out of the ordinary. Your face however, was what pulled at his heart strings. Even if your outside appearance was messy, you never failed to come home with a smile. Today must have been incredibly tiring because you came in with a blank stare and half lidded eyes like you were damn near about to pass out. Who let you drive home like this?
âWhatâs wrong my love?â he says, standing up immediately to head towards you. His arms opened up with a comforting familiarity and you leaned in as eagerly as you could muster. You dropped your bag, unable to find the strength to hug him back. Instead, you rubbed your face into his shirt, breathing in his scent.
âHhhhrrrrrrrrmmnghâ you responded.
He chuckled, lightly squeezing your adorable body. Without saying another word, he scooped you up in his arms and headed towards the bedroom, laying you down on the plush blankets the both of you shared (and that you stole most nights).
âYou look absolutely exhaustedâ he says, stroking your soft locks as he stands over you protectively, âyet, you still remain the most beautiful thing I have ever had the pleasure to seeâ.
Immediately, your stress begins to melt a bit. Just being here with him was enough to make your day better. Out of the millions of girls in the world that know his name and would gladly sell their soul to the devil just for a day with him, he chose you. He opened up to you, letting you see the rougher side of him, the side that hates evil, that hates impurity and would do anything to eradicate it all from the world. He showed you that heâd get his hands dirty to destroy it all, just to keep you safe. You in return embraced all of him, letting him know that you loved him no matter what. You were real to him, and that was what fixed his heart on to you.
You opened your mouth, trying to find the words to express how happy he makes you, but he shushed you with a finger to your lips.
âDonât speak baby, let me sing to you.â he says, moving to lay next to you. He cradled your head in his arms, massaging your temple with his thumb as he started to sing.
âWise men say
Only fools rush in
But I can't help falling in love with you
Shall I stay?
Would it be a sin?
If I can't help falling in love with you?â
His voice was like an angel, honestly, it was completely different from the way he sang professionally. On stage, he sang to complete strangers, and although he was grateful to them all for his career, none of them were as special to him as you.
âLike a river flows
Surely to the sea
Darling, so it goes
Some things are meant to be
Take my hand
Take my whole life too
For I can't help falling in love with youâ
He stands up, pulling you long with him. Your legs seem to have a newfound energy as you get up after him. His hands circle your waist and your arms wrap around his neck, putting the both of you into your own little world. He gently leads the dance, leaning down to press his forehead against yours. You close your eyes and smile, taking the moment all in. It seemed like a dream, but it wasnât. This was real...and this was a million times better.
âLike a river flows
Surely to the sea
Darling, so it goes
Some things are meant to be
Take my hand
Take my whole life too
For I can't help falling in love with youâ
He places a kiss on your forehead and pulls you in against his shoulder, resting his head on top of yours.
