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justauthoring · 5 months

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the bait.

zoro only wishes he'd gotten there earlier.

a/n: okay, so... listen, three things; i meant to write something for opla when it came out but of course, as usual, i'm late to everything :) (fashionably late???) second, i can't help it. i love protective!zoro :) and third, yes i will post the third part to naturally soon!

ALSO! i've never seen one piece (probably won't ever tbh) so this is strictly based off of the live action. if things aren't canon accurate to the anime, it's because it's not meant to be!

word count: 3,757

warnings: attempted sexual assault, creepy guy, also rushed ending

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“Absolutely not.”

At least, that’s what he said.

No one had really bothered to listen to him regardless of the fact.

“Zoro,” you sigh, frowning at the nasty glare set on his face, harsh eyes set specifically on Nami as he faces her fully, arms crossed over his chest, seconds away from practically lunging at her (at least, it sure seemed that way – you knew, or hoped, he wouldn’t actually).

He doesn’t acknowledge you. Not at first. It takes you grabbing him by the crook of his elbow and tugging him to face you for his eyes to finally fall on you. Almost instantly, his gaze softens as you shake your head up at him.

“There’s no way I’m letting her use you as bait like that–”

“It wasn’t Nami’s idea, Zoro,” you huff, “it was mine.”

His lips part, hands falling to his side in disbelief. “What.”

“We need that treasure, yeah?” You ask, trying to appeal to his logical side. The rest of the crew is watching as well, and you know he’d rather not make a scene in front of all of them if he can help it. He’s not thinking all that rationally, though and you know that as well. The second the plan had left Nami’s lips, he’d cut her off with a harsh no that everyone had chosen to ignore at first. The second time he’d said the words, he’d been firmer, harsher, a cruel tone bleeding into his tone as he cut Nami off.

You needed him to understand that this wasn’t her idea and this certainly wasn’t her fault.

“Yeah,” he nods, shrugging, “but we can easily steal it another way–”

“Not unless you want all of the Marines after us in seconds–”

“We can handle them,” Zoro cuts Nami off, turning to her once again with a glare. “I can.”

Nami rolls her eyes; “the whole of the Marine’s?”

And his answer is blunt; “yeah.”

She scoffs.

Stepping in before the two of them actually fight, you opt for physically stepping in front of Zoro this time. “Listen, this was my plan, okay?” You try to placate, setting your hand on Zoro’s chest to hold him back. “Mine alone. I’m volunteering. When we scoped things out, he wouldn’t take his eyes off of me, right?” Zoro frowns at the recollection, and you’re quick to continue. “I'll distract him just while Nami quickly slips in. In and out, she grabs the treasure and the second she gives me the okay, I leave, right?”

You turn to Nami, smiling at her.

“Yup,” she nods, leaning against the table where her map lays of the restaurant the heist would be taking place in. “In, out. I’m quick. I wouldn’t do this if I thought Y/N was in any danger.”

Turning back to Zoro, you nod; “see?”

“Besides,” Sanji speaks up, shrugging his shoulders. “The rest of us will be keeping an eye just in case.”

“Yeah!” Luffy calls out, grinning widely at Zoro who stares back at him unimpressed. “We won’t let anything happen to Y/N! I promise.”

Zoro doesn’t say anything at first. His eyes drift from Luffy, across the crew, Nami and then finally you. He can tell that no matter how much he argues, none of them are going to budge–and Nami had a point. He knew that the crew would never intentionally ever put you in any danger.

Not to mention you… he could tell this was important to you. Helping the crew like this.

“Fine,” he huffs, ignoring the tightness in his chest as he meets your gaze. “But the second something goes wrong, mission or not, I’m–”

“Stepping in,” Nami finishes for him, sending a smirk Zoro’s way as she rolls her eyes. “I’d expect nothing less.”

And that settles that. A moment later and Nami is finishing the plan, you lean in to listen intently to her words as Zoro watches from behind you, eyes drifting across you. It wasn’t that he didn’t have faith in your abilities, but it was the premise of the entire idea. Zoro didn’t need to know the man they were trying to steal from to know he was a sleazebag–the guy practically oozed it and a single glance at him at Zoro feeling disgusted.

To know that you’d have to be batting your eyes at a man like that?

It made him feel sick.

It didn’t help that you were exceptionally skilled at it, though.

Sanji’s kept a very close eye on him since the entire operation began, never drifting too far in fear that Zoro might lunge forward at any given second. If the cook was being honest, he wasn’t all that comfortable with what was happening either (a gentleman like himself, of course) but he also knew how crucial this mission was and he didn’t want to put Nami in any unnecessary danger either.

So, he stuck to the plan and tried to make sure Zoro did too.

God, why’d he always have to get stuck with the mosshead?

“I must say, you look rather… fetching tonight, my dear.”

Forcing a smile on your lips, you turn your head towards the man, batting your eyelashes prettily as you brush a strand of ruly hair behind your ear. You play the part of bashful well, even though you feel sick to the stomach at the man’s rather… gross flirts.

“Why, thank you Mr. Becker,” you smile back at him, letting your weight fall against the side of the counter of the bar. When the mission had started, you’d come here first, remembering that Nami had told you that your target often spent his free time at the bar, drinking himself to a stupor and preying on whatever poor girl had caught his eye that night. Of course, tonight you were his prey and you had every intention of making sure that by the end of the night, this man would prey.

It was the main reason why you’d been so okay with offering yourself up as bait. Never in a million years would you allow your body to be used like this, but this man was notorious for trapping young rich women, lying to them with pretty words and hopeful promises, until he forced himself on them and stole every pretty penny off of them. The Strawhat’s goal was to get the treasure for yourselves, but your main goal was to teach this man a lesson.

You could see why so many women fell for his tricks. Despite being older, he was handsome–though the admission felt sour on your tongue–and he was exceptionally charming. Or, rather, he would be if you didn’t know the truth. An hour of his charms and flirts and you’re already feeling exhausted from his games, knowing that this is just what he does… makes a woman feel special and beautiful, only to use them for sex and steal every bit of their money right off of them. He had a big enough name that no one believed these women, but you? You did.

“Please,” he admonishes, “call me Rinano.”

You beam, “thank you, Rinano,” you correct, making sure to say his sultry tone, shifting your body so that you’re facing him. The dress Nami had found for you certainly was beautiful, you only wished you’d gotten to wear it on better terms. A floor length, black, silk dress that hugged you in all the right places, with a rather tempting slit that ran quite high on your leg and a neckline that dipped low enough to have anyone’s eyes glancing at it.

You know the second the words leave your lips, the words go straight to the man’s penis. His eyes bulge faintly, and this dazed look washes over his eyes as his eyes dip lower, just briefly, taking in the view of your chest.

You ignore the shiver that threatens to run up your spine.

“Please, Y/N, I think it’s time we moved this somewhere else, no?” He offers, eyes finally falling back on your own as he extends a hand out towards you. “Somewhere… a little more private?”

You mull on the decision briefly. It wasn’t part of your plan to go anywhere private with the man, knowing that this is how he lures women into his trap… but Nami still wasn’t done. Or, at least, she hadn’t given the signal. And you didn’t want to risk her or the mission…

Letting a smile curl on your lips, you set your hand in his.

“I’d love to.”

He grins, shifting to lead you through the crowd. You chance a glance back towards where you know Zoro is, but it’d gotten a lot busier since you’d come in and you can’t make him out in the crowd. Your chest tightens with worry, but you try to shake it off. You know Zoro would never let his eyes off of you, and you know the rest of your crewmates wouldn’t ever let you be in any danger either. You’re sure, even if you can't see him, that Zoro knows where you are.

“Hey man, you got a light?”

A frown curls onto Zoro’s lips when suddenly there’s a group of men standing around him, effectively blocking off his view of you. His body tenses as he glances at the three men, noticing for the first time just how busy it's gotten in the restaurant–Zoro and the rest of them had already had to make sure there was enough distance between you and them so as not to blow your cover. Zoro, though he argued against it, was forced to stand near the entrance of the restaurant, a good distance away from the bar and where you were, but it had been fine because Zoro had still been able to see you.

Now though? Especially with these idiots standing in front of him? He couldn’t see you at all.

A quick glance to the left and Zoro realizes he’s been separated from Sanji somehow as well.

Shit.

“Excuse me,” one of the men cuts in, taking a step towards Zoro. “We asked you a question.”

“No,” Zoro answers bluntly, glaring at the men as he tries to shove his way through.

“Are you sure?” Another one asks, the one holding a cigarette in his hands, a frown on his lips but as Zoro’s eyes flicker to him, he notices a glint in the man's eyes. “I forgot one at home and I’ve just been dying for a smoke–”

“I don’t have one,” Zoro grounds out, “get out of my way.”

The third one steps in front of him, hands held by his sides as he laughs; “hey, man… we’re just talking here. No reason to get mad.”

Zoro glares at him.

“I mean…” the one holding the cigar speaks up, “it’s not like you’re looking for someone, is it?”

Panic sets in then. By the smirks on their faces, Zoro comes to the startling realization that these men aren’t just annoying but that they must be Rinano’s men and they’re fully aware of who Zoro is and what he’s here for. And if they knew, then…

Zoro doesn’t hesitate, his right hand falls on his swords before striking his leg out towards the man to his left, knocking him up the chin and effectively knocking him on his ass. Instantly, a chaos of panic ensues as Zoro fights the other two, screams from other people in the restaurant but Zoro pays no mind to them. Rinano’s men are exceptionally weak that it barely takes Zoro anything to knock them down, and his eyes instantly shoot towards the bar the second he can, only for his heart to fall the pit of his stomach when he realizes you’re no longer there.

“Zoro!”

It’s Sanji who’s calling out for him, racing towards him through the panicked crowd and he’s slightly out of breath when he reaches him. Sanji’s eyes fall on the three men on their backs around Zoro and sighs; “so, they know.”

“Y/N’s not at the bar.”

Sanji’s eyes widen, head snapping towards the bar before he curses. “They knew who I was, tried to corner me like you. We should find Luffy and Usopp–”

“There’s no time.” Zoro cuts in, shaking his head. “You go. I’m finding Y/N.”

Zoro is pushing his way through the crowd before Sanji can say otherwise, leaving the cook to let out a huff.

The door slams behind you the second you step through, causing you to jolt slightly in reaction. When you turn your head over to glance, Rinano is simply smiling in your direction, stepping past you and further into what you assume is his ensuite above the restaurant. You hadn’t really known where you expected Rinano to lead you, but you figured it made sense he’d have a room above the restaurant he owned–it was, after all, easily accessible for the women he’d lead from the bar.

You’re quiet, scoping the room as Rinano pulls out two wine glasses at the bar located on the far end of the room. His back is turned to you as he prepares the glasses, and you shrug, using the time to see if you can find anything; Nami had snuck into the vault you knew was in the basement but you figured there might be something worth taking in here.

“For you.”

Blinking, you turn back to Rinano, smiling faintly as you accept the glass from him and take a seat right by the bar. Rinano takes a seat across from you, swirling the wine around in his cup, eyes on you as you take a slow sip of the wine. You weren’t a big drinker and you’d been careful to monitor your intake throughout the night, not wanting to be tipsy while with a man like Rinano–but one drink wouldn’t hurt. Plus, you needed the courage to steal your nerves.

It was a whole new ballgame being alone with him like this.

Honestly, you still weren’t really sure what you were doing. You just hadn’t wanted to put Nami in any danger and tip him off at all…

“You know,” Rinano says, and your eyes fall on him, head tilting in curiosity. “I didn’t think I’d see you again.”

Letting out a light laugh, you shrug; “well, the food here was delicious.”

“Ah, yes, I know.” You resist the urge to roll your eyes–smug asshole. “But, if I remember correctly, you hadn’t come alone last time, right?”

Body tensing, you take another sip of your wine. “Ah, no,” you nod, setting the wine glass down as you fix the strap of your dress. “No, I came with two friends before.”

“Yes, a boy with an odd straw hat and a man with green-hair and three swords.” Rinano recalls, and your eyes squint–what was he getting at? “If I remember correctly, the green-haired man made quite a fuss about being allowed to keep his… weapons on him.”

You blink. You… hadn’t known Rinano had been watching all of that.

“Yes, well, he’s very protective of them,” you explain, leaning against the back of the seat when you feel your vision blur for a moment, head spinning momentarily.

“It’s also odd, you see,” Rinano continues, leaning forward, arms resting on his knees as he stares back at you, gaze intensely on your own. He’s waiting, you realize–watching you, more like it. Why, you’re not sure. “I could’ve sworn I saw a similar looking man watching us from the entrance all night. He seemed particularly keen on keeping his eyes on you.”

You feel your breath quicken, and somehow, you can’t explain it, your hands are shaking. Your whole body feels like it’s shaking, actually.

“The two of you seemed close that first night you came in,” Rinano continued. “I’d tried to catch your attention that entire night, but you hadn’t seemed to care when he was next to you. And him on the other hand… he’d glared at me the entire night for even looking at you. I wonder why, then… you were at my bar tonight, batting your eyelashes at me with your tits out on display?”

You stare back at him, noticing the anger and glint in his eyes as he stares back at you. Something uncomfortable twists in your chest and you’re moving to stand before you even realize. “I… I think it’s time I–” but your words get cut off as you feel your world spin. You’d stood up, you know that, but you find yourself on your back, staring up at the ceiling and your body won’t respond to you despite how hard you try to make it.

Then, Rinano is in front of you, leering over you.

“I’m afraid that won’t be possible,” he smiles down at you, “you enjoyed the wine more than I expected.”

Your eyes widen, blinking as you feel your body slipping.

“You–you asshole!” you cry, forcing the words out but they’re more slurred than anything. Rinano just laughs, and then his hands are on you, grabbing you by the waist as he moves to pick you up. You use every last bit of strength in your body to push him off, forcing your legs to work as you move to stand but you make it one step before you’re crashing to the ground, hitting it with a hard thud that has your breath leaving you for a moment.

In a flash, you’re flipped around, Rinano over top of you.

“I imagine you thought you’d come in here, get your money’s worth and rob me blind, yes?” Rinano grins down at you, and your body refuses to move even as his hand moves to the strap of your dress, pulling it down. “But you see, Y/N, that’s not how this works. Women are simple creatures and all it takes is a pretty smile and they’ll bend over backwards for men like me. Usually, I like to pick women who have something more than just their bodies to offer me, but… well, you really did catch my eye that night.”

The strap of your dress is yanked off, while his free hand hikes the skirt of your dress up, revealing your panties and bra. Your mind screams at you to do something, but your body refuses to listen. You can feel your heart pounding madly against your chest, but nothing happens.

“St–stop!” you cry, tears welling in your eyes as you feel his hands lift you, moving to the zipper of your dress. “Get off me! Stop!” but your words are slurred as your lips begin to fail you as well. The sob that wretches past your lips is piercing as you hear the familiar sound of a zipper, feeling a cold brush against your back before the carpet of the floor scratches against your bare skin.

Rinano leers above you, eyes dazed as he moves to pull your dress off.

“You really are magnificent,” he whispers, “maybe I’ll just keep you around… you’ll be my own personal treasure.”

Your head lolls to the left, feeling his hands drift across your bare stomach as tears stream down your cheeks.

Where… where was Zoro?

You wanted Zoro.

But in the back of your mind, you knew that if Rinano had known about you, he’d known about the rest of them as well.

You feel Rinano’s fingers slip under the band of your panties when the door slams open. You can’t turn to see who it is, but the sight of it is enough to have Rinano’s eyes widening, panic flooding his vision before suddenly his weight is knocked off of you and you see a familiar flash of green blur past you before a cry echoes across the room. There’s the distinct sound of someone choking, gasping for breath, but you can’t turn and see and you’re left there, exposed and vulnerable, sobs wracking your body, until a shadow falls over you.

Zoro is suddenly there. His wide eyes are on you, panic flooding his gaze as he pulls you into his arms, pulling your dress up and back on as he zips the back of it for you. You’re limp in his grasp and you want to say something, force your mouth to move, but you can’t. All you can do is stare back at him as he pulls you into his arms.

“It’s okay,” he whispers and it’s the softest you’ve ever heard him sound. “I’ve got you. You’re okay.”

Nami had profusely apologized but you’d only brushed her off.

It seemed Rinano’s one mistake was he hadn’t known about Nami so everything on her end had been successful. For that, you were grateful. It wasn’t all for nothing.

The rest of the boys had come to check up on you as well the next day, clearly each worried but you’d brushed all their concerns off. It wasn’t any of their faults. It was yours… and you wouldn’t let them take the blame.

It takes a whole day before Zoro finally checks up on you.

He’s eerily quiet as he steps into the room. It’s late at night but Nami wasn’t here yet… by the look on Zoro’s face, you figure he’d asked her to hang back a minute, give you two some privacy.

You watch him, a frown on his lips as he takes a seat next to your small cot.

Then, after a minute, you speak up; “I'm sorry.”

And his eyes widen, head snapping to you in disbelief.

You just shake your head, a sob breaking past your lips as you curl into yourself. “I'm so sorry. This is all my fault. It was my idea and you could’ve gotten hurt because of me–”

Zoro cuts you off by setting his hand on your own, squeezing. Your eyes fall on him, lips left parted, sniffling. “This isn’t your fault,” he mumbles. “I came in here with every intention of telling you to never do that again… to never use you as bait but… but that wouldn’t be fair of me. And I’m not here to make you feel worse.”

Your lip trembles. “I… I didn’t think that’d happen,” you whisper, staring down at your entwined hands. “I… I was so scared.”

Shaking his head, Zoro leans forward, “I wouldn’t ever let anything like that happen to you. I’m just… sorry it got that far.”

You squeeze his hand back, “it’s okay. You came. That’s all that matters to me.”

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decaying-church · 8 months

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Slasher Nsfw Headcanons

(a/n: pretend I've been posting constantly this year :))

Pairing : Herbert West x male!reader, Vincent Sinclair x male!reader

Requested by @unspeakableoftheoscarwildesorr : Will you do a nsfw headcannons with vincent sinclaire and herbert west? It’s alright if you don’t want to. Please have a good day :))

Warning: bottom!slashers, top!reader, hair pulling, public play, Vincent's conservative upbringing, Vincent writes smut for you, bondage, mentions of chemical burns, getting caught multiple times (slight exhibitionist Herbert) sorry dan, breeding, aftercare

Characters: Herbert West, Vincent Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

He likes it when you watch him work, hovering over his shoulder, sometimes leaning on the table next to him. It makes him nervous, his hands fumbling a bit. If you tell him he was doing good and his brain would shut off.

He loves it when you praise him.

He also likes it when you run your hand over his back, whether you're giving him a massage or just feeling clingy he won't be able to focus on anything but you touching him.

Definitely a virgin when you met, but he knows about the general action of sex. Like the thing goes in the thing and then a baby comes out.

An utterly submissive bottom.

Before you met he figured that if he ever did end up having sex then he’d be the one doing all the work, as men do. (mmmh, conservative, yee-haw upbringing)

But then he met you, and he loved you, and you were both men, so his picture of what sex should be was completely shattered.

If you're generally smaller than him, he’ll try and be dominant. It won't work, the second you flirt with him or make a suggestive comment he goes weak in the knees.

He will make a single attempt at being on top before metaphorically throwing his hands up and going “well I tried”.

If your bigger, there is no attempt, there isn't even a thought of dominance, you were bigger- stronger, therefore you could do whatever you wanted to him and he would not complain (he will never tell you this because he knows you’d tell him otherwise but it honestly added an extra layer of excitement to everything)

The town is pretty empty so the two of you could essentially fuck anywhere.

You once joked about fucking in the middle of the road- and even though you were just joking, the thought of you holding him down on the old road, in front of all those houses, fucking him without a hint of modesty or secrecy genuinely plagued his dreams for several nights.

In reality, you’ve fucked in the gas station, in the movie theater, in the church, and in (or in more risky cases, against) the various houses around town.

Personally, I believe Vincent can talk, he’s just severely traumatized and doesn’t do it often, most days he communicates though groans, gestures, and forms of writing or drawing.

So, sometimes, when he wants you to try someone very specific with him, something too specific for him to say out loud, partially because of humiliation, but also because speaking was difficult for him, he will write it.

And not simple sentences either, he will go on and on about what he wants you to do to him, he’ll draw pictures, he’ll rant on for pages and pages.

The first time he did this you nearly read it out loud, you got about half a sentence in before realizing that no one else (especially Lester, who was just in the next room) needed to hear what he’d written for you.

Of course, with a set of quite specific instructions, you were able to make his every fantasy come true.

Vincent can genuinely go forever, round after round after round.

After years of being a recluse, he has a limit for how long he can go without some kind of stimulation.

Really, finally having someone who wants him and loves him above everybody else makes it a bit harder to continue the streak of celibacy he had before.

He can go about two weeks before he starts outright begging you to fuck him. Again, in great detail.

He doesn't have any prior experience so you'll have to teach him quite a few things.

The first time he asked you to tie him up he brought you some old ratty rope that would have torn his skin the moment things got too intense.

You have to ride out of tow a couple of times for supplies.

He is heartbroken every single time you leave, he always half expects you to just keep driving and never come back.

You always come back, much to Bo’s, who has to put up with Vincent being agiant baby whenever you leave, relief.

(if you ever actually leave Vincent, Bo will hunt you down. Despite everything he does love his brother)

He has a pretty average set of kinks, he likes being praised, tied up, and fucked within an inch of consciousness. He like it when you pull his hair and call him pretty, he likes getting fucked in places he shouldn’t, and he likes it when you leave marks on him.

Aftercare fiend, he’s not a pillow princess but you’d think he was with the way that he’d just lay there, fully fucked out, waiting for you to take care of him.

If you’re someplace where you can’t fully take care of him, (I.e. any other place you’ve fucked outside of your bedroom) he will become extremely flustered. Because that means he has to travel however far away you are from your bedroom in this state. And you could be several houses away or just a couple rooms away but he doesn’t consider either to be more or less embarrassing.

The state he’s in could varies depending on what you did, he could just have ruffled hair and messy clothes, or he could be walking around with a limp with every inch of visible skin covered in bruises.

Herbert West

A very busy man that doesn't like being interrupted while working.

That being said, he will sit on your cock while he's working.

He’ll tease you, act like he’s ready to get his back blown out against his desk, only for him to keep you inside while he works, shifting every so often, fully ignoring how hard he was in favor of chemicals and mildly unethical plans.

You might be able to fully pull him away from work if you give him an explicit rundown of all of the things you were going to do to him.

It'll distract him to the point that he just gives up, grabbing you by the shirt and pulling you in for a kiss.

Most of your “interactions” in his lab were just the two of you humping like animals on the nearest flat surface, which could be anything, a desk, the floor, the wall.

The two of you had so many chemical burns that could have been avoided simply by moving to his bedroom, you think the two off you would learn your lesson after the first time- you didn’t.

Herbert did not care what Dan heard or saw.

This was his house too after all. He could fuck wherever he wanted.

You’ve be caught by Dan an embarrassing amount of times.

Herbert from time to time will treat you like an experiment.

Don’t be surprised if he strips you down and asks to run some “test”

Herbert really, really likes oral.

He loves it when you guide him, one hand in his hair, slowly pulling him back and forth on your cock.

He is not immune to pet names.

Honey, baby, sweetheart, darling. The list goes on.

While he certainly likes those names, nothing captures his attention quite like you calling him “doctor”

This would be extremely inconvenience if you also worked at the hospital (the number of quickies had in closets/labs/bathrooms is downright disposable)

If you don't, you do it purely to tease him.

Leaning in close, telling him all the disgusting things you want to do to him, then just, “come on, Doctor West, don't you think you deserve a break?”

Herbert is definitely a switch with a preference for power bottoming.

He's in control while also getting fucked sideways, it's perfect for him.

When he is feeling fully submissive he will beg you to breed him.

He knows he can't necessarily be bred, but he likes the feeling of you cumming in him over and over.

Every position he likes, he likes for a very specific reason.

He likes missionary because he can leave marks all over your back, he likes being bent over the table so he has something to rest against when his legs inevitably gave out, he liked getting fucked on the wall because he liked how frantic and desperate it felt.

He will not flirt or try and sugarcoat what he wants, he doesn't care who hears, if he wants you to fuck him, he's going to tell you.

Herbert says he doesn’t like slow sex, but there’s been a couple of times when he hits a road block with his research and he’s frustrated and overwhelmed by everything and everyone and he just wants you to make it better.

You can’t necessarily help with the research but you could help him relax.

The way he reacts to aftercare changes drastically throughout your relationship.

When you first got together, he didn’t want you near him, don’t touch him, don’t talk to him, don’t look at him. Even though his legs were shaking violently and his body felt like it was on fire he insisted that he could handle everything himself.

There was somehow always water and food for him though, he figured it was a coincidence (leave him alone, his brain isn’t working at full capacity at the moment)

Further into you’re relationship he will definitely still be a brat about it, but less so. He’ll let you clean him, feed him, praise him. And on some of the more intense days, you’re gonna be carrying him around like a princess.

He “hates it”, but the moment you try and leave him to fend for himself, he gets even more irritated.

If it’s one of those days where you’re both bone tired afterwards then he’ll let you cuddle with him, he won’t initiate it, but he’ll enjoy it .

Kinktober 2023

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kaicubus · 7 months

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Being with Victor Van Dort

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warnings ✩° : fluff headcanons, no cursing, sweet victor, some implied sexual headcanons but it's not a sexual movie i just LOVE victor so bad ugh i need him, kaicubus british accent.

pairing ✩° : victor van dort x mostly gn!reader

authors note ✩° : nothing is done about him so as usual, i'm stepping up to the plate. tall skinny emo boy IM COMING FOR YOU. why do i want to do more? thinks. i'm trying to get my halloween fics out guys i promise...

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To say Victor would do anything for you in and outside of his power is such an understatement. He has such little power in what he does compared to other people, especially suitable bachelors, but he tries so hard with what he has.

You two meet because your parents need you two to be wed, so of course, he's a stranger. A very kind, and understanding stranger who at times feels like he's so brittle around you he'll break at any second.

He bumps into you? Victor scurries away. You look at him? Victor slams himself into the wall in the process. He kind of loses composure around you.

When he warms up to you eventually, Victor actually talks about his interests a lot. You find out he's an excellent musician, talented in piano and violin, an exceptional artist, and he's an avid reader who enjoys dark poetry.

He's still very insecure about the idea of you loving him or at least liking him, but he'll never bother you with questions because he doesn't want to seem needy (but he is so needy). If his insecurities do get the best of him, Victor will ask gently, "Do you actually like me? If not, I get it. I'm not rich nor strong enough to support and provide for us, I just want to be sure." Of course, you answer him honestly and he's over the moon when you tell him you actually do love him.

Victor notices things about you that no one else would notice, like the amount of moles you have on your left arm, if you prefer crowded areas or not, and if you cut your hair just a few inches to the point where it's not even that noticeable.

Speaking of, if you're ever at a ball or a place where there's a lot of people and you're not comfortable with crowds, Victor will take you away to a secluded area and calm you down from there.

He is overly apologetic. Sometimes it gets slightly annoying with how much he does it, but you never react negatively and always reassure him. Victor will apologize even if you're the one who caused something, blaming it all on himself so you don't feel bad at all.

Victor's love language is surely words of affirmation as he loves to give you endearing complements but also he feels good receiving them. He doesn't expect anything, because that's the least of your worries he thinks, but even so much as a simple flick of his hair and saying how nice it looks that day drives him absolutely mad.

However, when he compliments you, he's never short of charming. Victor catches you off guard sometimes when he reminds you how 'ravishing you look' or 'how you put the stars to shame with your glittering smile.' Usually he draws parallels with you and the stars, moon, sun, or flowers. He always makes you feel seen.

Naturally, as your husband, Victor is protective over you. He's never one to start a fight over a worthless scum trying to flirt with you, but he's not shy to let his presence be known and to grab you by the waist into his thin frame.

Calls you my love, darling, my beloved, and gorgeous.

Loves receiving. Victor will never ask anything of you, sure, but he won't deny it when it happens. He loves being kissed first, he loves being pulled down to kiss you, he loves being marked in hickeys especially on his collar bone, all of that.

One very specific thing is that Victor really enjoys dressing you and putting your makeup on. There's just something about the silent intimacy of sliding on your dress, gliding the thin fabric of tights on, tightening your corset, and delicately lining your lips with a dark, rose red lipstick that he loves so much. Even if he can't do the whole outfit, you'll still allow him to do your makeup or brush your hair.

Victor also likes things a very specific way. Not that he's controlling, he's far from it, but little things like overlined or underlined lipstick makes him fidgety. He'll swipe his thumb over your cupid's bow if that's the case and pretend like nothing happened.

He writes long, lengthy love letters. Sometimes explicit ones if he isn't there with you. He's uh, good at writing!

Victor shivers a lot. Take that as you will.

Loves painting portraits of you.

#kaicubus #corpse bride #corpse bride victor #victor corpse bride #victor van dort #tim burton #corpse bride fanfiction #corpse bride fic #corpse bride preferences #victor van dort x reader #victor van dort x you #victor van dort x y/n #preferences #headcanons #victor van dort headcanons #halloween #halloween fanfic #halloween writing #tim burton film

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vashtijoy · 9 months

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"why not join me instead?" akechi's "invitation" in conf 7

People come and go on whether this question of Akechi's is genuine or not. Opinions run the gamut from "I hate him for trying to take you away from your friends" to "Akechi wants Joker to be his accomplice".

Myself, I don't think Akechi means this as a serious question, for a number of reasons. I think this question is rhetorical.

Quick summary:

Conf 7 illustrates the similarity between Joker and Akechi, and that they're both committed to the showdown between them;

Rather than being an invitation, Akechi's question again illustrates that parallel—that neither of them will give up the things that matter to them to join the other, as Joker has asked him to do;

"I'll think about it" does not count towards the third awakening—and I can prove it. Rather, Akechi can't conceive that Joker would ever abandon his friends, and uses it as an outrageous example of something Joker would never do;

Joker's loyalty not only to his principles but to his friends is something Akechi values so much that he won't let Joker sacrifice it;

Akechi is not so much offering Joker a way out in conf 7 (there is no way out) as he's confirming for his own sake that Joker is still in the game. Is this still a battle between rivals, or is it an execution?

Let's take a look.

what is akechi really asking?

[long post is long]

Look at this line. Look at the question he's posing:

Akechi いっそ君がこっちに来るってのは?⋯今の仲間を捨ててさ。 isso kimi ga kocchi ni kuru tte no wa?... ima no nakama o sutete sa Why not join me instead...? All you'd have to do is abandon the teammates you have now.

It's very easy to focus on the first half of this question and miss the second. But that second half is the important part, the sting in the tail. The Japanese is a great example of wa building suspense: "Instead, what if you come over to my side, (AND THEN WHAT, AKECHI???????)"

The sentence is left hanging, with the weight of it unspoken (since wa emphasises what comes after it); Akechi is obviously not done speaking. And indeed, when he continues, it's a doozy:

"though, of course, you'd have to dump the friends you have now." (Yes, I think "friends" is often a much better translation of nakama than "teammates", fight me; it's even often translated as "friend" in P5 itself, or indeed, awkwardly, as "teammates and friends".)

Akechi is using the same verb, suteru, that you use for tossing something in the trash; the parallel meaning, "ending a relationship", exists in Japanese too.

Ryuji, Morgana, Ann, Yusuke, Makoto, Futaba, Haru, everything you've all gone through together and everything you've been—Akechi is suggesting you toss them aside like garbage. For him.

Now, I think part of Akechi would very much like Joker to do that. But he also knows better than to expect it. Because he knows Joker so much better than that.

Akechi has seen firsthand how loyal Joker is to his friends—remember on 1/2 how he says he investigated them all? He's seen some of the things Joker will do for them. He expects that blind faith to lead Joker to his death, much as Yaldabaoth does. But he also respects it.

This boy who's never had a friend, who's convinced himself the whole idea is stupid, is still drawn to the loyalty he sees in Joker. Even as he's preparing his own ultimate betrayal, Akechi recognises Joker's commitment to others. He understands treachery is bad, even though he himself is a traitor—just as he understands that murder is bad, and that doesn't stop him, either.

This question of whether or not Joker will betray his friends (and Akechi specifically) comes back on 2/2, of course—and in force.

so why does he ask

Akechi is not proposing that the two of them run off together. He's not asking to see what Joker will say. He doesn't impulsively make the invitation, and then run away when Joker says yes. He is, in fact, not even asking. He poses the idea of Joker abandoning all his friends as a counterexample. It's supposed to be something Joker would never consider, something he will find morally repugnant.

Which is why, if Joker says yes, Akechi is shocked, and essentially tells Joker not to make such stupid spur-of-the-moment decisions. Akechi is making a rhetorical point about what Joker is asking of him.

Remember Joker's statement that leads into Akechi's question:

Yeah. Joker either suggests that Akechi should give up everything he's doing and everything he believes in (even as Akechi confabulates about what those things really are), or he suggests, with the top option, that he's already done it.

And in return, Akechi says that Joker should join him... and throw away his friends and everything he's working for and everything he believes in, of course.

It's the second response to his question, where Joker turns him down flat, that makes it most obvious that this was what Akechi meant:

Joker それは無理だ sore wa muri da I'm not doing that. No way in hell. Akechi だろうね。 darou ne I thought as much. Akechi 分かるだろ、誰だって今の立場を簡単に捨てられやしないんだよ wakaru daro, dare datte ima no tachiba o kantan ni suterare yashinai n da yo I'm sure you understand. We all have our parts to play, and we can't simply leave those behind.

See what he's saying? ima no tachiba o kantan ni suterare yashinai—"we absolutely must not lightly set aside the positions we hold now".

Incidentally, yes, that's that same verb suteru that he used before, for casting aside or throwing away. Akechi is drawing a parallel between Joker's friends and his own goals—between the things each of them holds most dear, which neither of them will sacrifice, even to save the other. (Assuming you think Akechi would even be down to save Joker—but I do think conf 7 suggests that at this point, he might not be opposed to the possibility. It's just that it doesn't exist.)

the phone call

This parallel returns in the phone call afterwards, if you again tell him that you're rivals:

It's a little hard to tell from the localisation what Akechi is getting at, so let's take a close look:

Akechi 僕らにはお互い譲れないものがあって、そのためにも負けられない。 bokura ni wa otagai yuzurenai mono ga atte, sono tame ni mo makerarenai [lit. for both of us, these are things we cannot compromise on, and because of those things we cannot suffer losing.] Neither of us can afford to lose, because we fight in service of our principles. It's the same for both of us. Neither of us can afford to lose, because of these principles we won't concede. Akechi ⋯だからこそ、もしも君が自分を曲げたりしたら絶対に赦さないよ。 ... dakara koso, moshi mo kimi ga jibun o megetari shitara zettai ni yurusanai yo [lit. that's exactly why, if you were to warp yourself [that way], I would absolutely never let such a sin (t/n: note the kanji) pass.] And that is precisely why... I cannot allow you to change. ... And that's precisely why, if you betrayed yourself that way... I couldn't allow it. Akechi だって、僕が負けたくないのは『君』なんだから。 datte, boku ga maketakunai no wa "kimi" nan da kara [lit. it's you as you are now who I do not want to lose to.] As you are now, as you think now... I cannot allow you to win over me. The person you are now, with those principles, and that determination—that's the one I won't ever allow to beat me.

Here's my attempt at a translation again, so you can see it all together:

Akechi: It's the same for both of us. Neither of us can afford to lose, because of these things we won't concede. Akechi: ...And that's precisely why, if you betrayed yourself that way... I couldn't allow it. Akechi: The person you are now, with those principles, and that determination—that's the one I won't ever allow to beat me.

It turns out that this phone conversation, that was originally quite mystical-sounding and hard to follow (what were you trying to say, Akechi?) is quite straightforward. It ties into to his original question. "Will I join you, Joker? Well, what if you join me instead? Just throw away all your little friends for my sake? Of course you won't—because we're the same. Both of us have things we can't give up, no matter what—and if you tried to do that, I wouldn't let you, because I value you as you are...."

This parallel between the two of them is what conf 7 is about, from the text message that opens it to the phone call that concludes it:

It's the same thing again: neither of you can afford to lose, because you're fighting for your principles. The billiard table is the stage for this wider discussion.

The billiard scene, of course, is interesting for another reason—Akechi is giving Joker a chance to back out; he's testing his commitment, and perhaps hinting that he never intended to be quite where he is, either. He states at the outset that he's being indirect, that what he's saying is a metaphor—and then closes that metaphor with a very direct question: "Do you still intend to play this game?"

Akechi それでも君は、このゲームを降りる気はないの? sore demo kimi wa, kono geemu o oriru ki wa nai no? Even then... do you still intend to play this game? But despite all of that, you still won't fold, will you?

The Japanese is even more specific: Akechi asks Joker if he intends to fold—not whether he still wants to play, but whether he means to give up entirely! "This can't be what you expected, so how about it? Will you just give up? Does this mean as much to you as it does to me? Is this a game we both choose to play, or are you just a victim?"

How much of this is Akechi blowing smoke up his own ass?—casting the fact that he's about to murder the boy in front of him in a glowing, romantic light? Pretty much all of it, I'd say. He's dreamed of having a rival, someone to compete with who challenges him, but what he's got is quite a bit more than that.

Again, the rival imagery is what allows Akechi not only to accept this close relationship, but to frame it as a life-or-death contest that only one of them can win. It confirms to him that what Lavenza describes as "a truly unfair game" is actually fair. It's about making Joker's murder seem as much Joker's fault as his own.

but what happens if you say yes?

Despite all of this, you can choose to have Joker consider Akechi's "offer"—to discard Ryuji, Morgana, Ann, Yusuke, Makoto, Futaba and Haru like trash, and assist Akechi instead. It's tempting, I know.

I don't personally get the impression that Akechi likes this response, for a number of reasons. None of the three responses to his offer score confidant points, but there's something else in play: only one of these responses unlocks his third awakening.

See the F code highlighted in yellow? Only one of these three responses has it. "You're my rival" counts towards the third awakening. Rejecting him, with "I'm not doing that", does not—but more to the point, offering to be with him, with "I'll think about it", also does not!

The issue is confused because a number of us have taken option 1 (or indeed option 2, like me) and still got the third awakening on 2/2. It seems like you need some of the flagged responses, not all of them. But it remains the case that "I'll think about it" does not make Akechi more likely to have his third awakening.

What happens if you take this option?

Joker 考えておく kangaete oku I'll think about it. Akechi へえ、考えてはくれるんだ? hee, kangaete wa kureru n da? Oh? So you'll think about it, at least? What? You mean you'll consider it? Akechi ⋯でも、そういうその場限りの情はやめた方がいい。 ...demo, sou iu sono ba kagiri no jou wa yameta hou ga ii ...But I'd advise you don't say these things without their due consideration. ... Still, it would be better if you didn't trust such fleeting sentiments. Akechi 出来もしない約束はするものじゃないよ。 deki mo shinai yakusoku wa suru mono ja nai yo You shouldn't make promises that you can't keep, anyway. Don't be the sort who promises the earth and walks away.

A few grammar points:

んだ n da on a question demands an explanation; Akechi's question could almost be rendered "Why on earth would you need/want to think about it?"

そういうその場限りの情 sou iu sono ba kagiri no jou—"sentiments that only matter here and now". Essentially, "sentiments that won't last"—or that are makeshift or ad hoc; Joker is making a stupid spur-of-the-moment decision.

yes, 出来もしない約束 deki mo shinai yakusoku translates idiomatically as "promising the earth". The point is not that Joker should not promise; the point is that he shouldn't be the sort of person who promises so much—and then doesn't follow through.

Again, this confidant is all about Akechi's expectations for Joker. It's about the weird belief he has in him, like the belief he has in Shido—that Joker has principles and friends and will stand by them, that those things are important and matter, even if they're diametrically opposed to Akechi's principles and the things he wants.

The fact that they foil each other in this way is a large part of what makes Joker such a worthy opponent for Akechi. So if Joker turns around and says, sure, Akechi, I'll dump all my friends so we can make out?

Akechi does not like that. He thinks better of him!—he loses respect if Joker offers this. Even if that little line about "promising the earth" suggests that, actually, yeah, he would quite like for the two of them to run away together—if only they lived in a world where it was possible.

what about "you're my rival"?

I've discussed this line before, but let's go into it for completeness.

Joker 明智は好敵手だ akechi wa koutekishu da You're my rival. Nah, you're my worthy opponent.

Do you see that Joker names Akechi there? He doesn't just say, "we're worthy opponents", or even "you're my worthy opponent", koutekishu da yo.

No, he picks Akechi out by name, and then tells him exactly what they are to each other. Because wa builds suspense. Akechi wa... (what?! what is he?!) koutekishu da. "I can't run away with you, because I need you to be this to me instead".

And this is the line with the F-code. This is the line that, if you choose it, will build towards Akechi's third awakening—which is centred on his trust in Joker, on the fact that Joker is worthy of that trust.

And how does Akechi respond?

He's astonished. He did not expect this at all, look:

On the left, the top screenshot where he's waiting for your answer; in the centre, the moment of shock, where he's pulled away and dropped his hand and his eyes are wide; on the right, a comparative overlay just to demonstrate that he pulled back.

smiles that aren't smiles

I have a half-assed theory that you can tell when Akechi is really smiling—because the model will smile with him. If you watch, for instance, Ryuji, the model's expressions match the sprite's almost exactly. But if you watch Akechi? Nah, not so much.

Here's an example. Akechi appears to smile quite often through conf 7—but if you glance away from the sprite and textbox to the model, the model is pokerfaced. Five smile sprites on the optimal route through conf 7, and not one of them—not even "you truly are fascinating"—matches the model:

But when you pick "You're my rival"? Suddenly the model's face springs to life:

It's obvious from everything else that this moment is of deep significance to Akechi. But this little detail with the smiles suggests we can confirm it.

and what does he say?

It doesn't take long for him to pull himself together:

Akechi 同意だね、僕らにはなれ合いより対等な関係こそふさわしい。 doui da ne, bokura ni wa nareai yori taitouna kankei koso fusawashii I agree. I think a relationship of equals suits us better than being co-conspirators, anyway...

This is another one that I find unclear in the localisation, so let's have at it.

nareai suggests an illicit or unduly-close union. It suggests "being in bed together" in the business sense—cosying up, colluding, conspiring. It suggests they're working together when they shouldn't be. Jisho uses the screamingly-outdated term "common-law marriage" (what we call "living together") as an example. Essentially, it suggests they're too close—or even co-dependent, in a way that corrupts them both.

In short? Akechi's "co-conspirators", nareai, means "accomplices"—what we might call "murder boyfriends".

taitouna kankei—literally, "an equal relationship"—is a set phrase, and we know what it means. It suggests a relationship where nobody is being cheated; where everyone gets out what they put in. Where the two of them compete on equal terms.

That's a very Akechi way to look at relationships. But it's also a relationship where nobody is in charge; nobody is dominant, and everyone has self-respect. Nobody is chasing after anyone or sacrificing unduly, as either would be if they joined the other. Everyone can be who they are and say what they want. Everyone can say no.

It's the sort of relationship Akechi very notably does not have with Shido. Is it the sort of relationship he has with Joker, when the two of them are hiding so much from each other and lying so much, and there's so much, like, murder going on? Nah. But as an aspiration, as a suggestion of the sort of relationship Akechi would like them to have, alongside everything else he's told us about how he sees the two of them—as similar, as equals and opposites, as bound by their principles, as destined to fight—it's almost touching.

and what does joker think?

Akechi ⋯たとえこの先、何があろうともだ。 ...tatoe kono saki, nani ga arou tomo da ...No matter what else may change. ...No matter what might come next. Akechi それだけの事を言ったんだから、逃げないでよ? sore dake no koto o itta n da kara, nigenaide yo? In any case, what you just said carries great weight. Remember what you decided, and don't run from it. All right? [lit. don't run away just because of what [I/you] said, all right?]

I'm not sure about this. It feels like it should be referring back to Akechi's last line—"don't get cold feet and run away just because I alluded ominously to whatever's coming next, okay?". I guess it could be referring to Joker's commitment, with "You're my rival"? IDK, I'm out on this one, so I'm inclined to give the localisation the benefit of the doubt.

But it doesn't matter. Because the significance of what Joker does next doesn't change:

He nods. Akechi spends the whole confidant hinting that something ominous is coming, and that the two of them are heading to an inevitable confrontation, and Joker nods.

I don't think this is really consistent with interpretations where Joker is a meek little sheep in the interrogation room. Joker might not have chosen this, he might not have wanted it, he might have by far preferred to avoid it. He'd happily back out if Akechi would just drop the whole thing and agree to act sane. But he's committed to it. He agrees to fight.

Remember, conf 7 takes place after Joker hears the murder phone call. He knows what Akechi is. He knows what he's planning. He knows the stakes—and he agrees to play, to face Akechi down.

To quote @nardaviel, that's no sheep. That's a full-on "Phantom Thieves win again, motherfucker" smirk. Joker played Akechi's game, with everything he had—and he played to win.

#persona 5 #p5 meta #japanese language #shuake #goro akechi #ren amamiya #almost the worst part of this is that akechi respecting joker for his loyalty tells you how little he respects himself #also! 'i'll think about it' CANNOT POSSIBLY unlock the third awakening #because the third awakening is *all about trust* and saying yes to akechi proves that you're a traitor #and that 'i won't forgive you if you betray your principles' on the phone? also 2/2. this is exactly what he does if you take the deal #also!! joker makes a third option to akechi's question with 'you're my rival' and this is what astonishes him besides the thing itself #also! (per leonawriter) the maruki deal ending is essentially the nareai relationship #where akira has all the power and akechi..? well #nobody is themself or choosing for themself #also as regards whether akechi is lying he proves himself through action #'i won't let you betray yourself' - he did that already if you tried to take the deal #ALSO? that 'megeru' for 'i won't let you depart from your principles comes back on 2/2 #as joker's 'i won't fold'#and ofc it's ALSO akechi's 'you'd fold over...' that precedes that. it was set up in conf 7 if you took the rival route #so tldr it's plausible that 2/2 is as much akechi fighting for his vision of joker as for his right to die. help???#ALSO. did you wonder why it's *awakening* akechi who comes to leblanc? the one closer to you who believes in you more?#this is exactly why. awakening akechi has faith left in you to lose. non-awakening akechi already lost that faith. BYE

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m-musings · 3 months

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okokokok, i LOVE how you wrote the overwatch boys, and I have a kind of long-winded request for Cassidy, Hanzo, Genji, and (if you write for him) Ramattra:

their s/o was previously a test subject for Talon experiments, something they have nightmares about. how would the boys react to their partner having one of said nightmares and trying to attack the person trying to wake them up.

ik this is kinda specific, but thank you if you write it! ♡♡♡♡

A/n: oooo this is a good request, let's hope my angsty writing chops are up to par bcuz i really hope this lives up to what you want (hcs under the cut!)

Warnings: general angst, accidental physical violence, mentions & implications of past torture (also op doesn't really know how to write nightmares/night terrors asdfghjkl) Word Count:1586

Headcanons: Cassidy, Genji, Hanzo and Ramattra with a Former Talon Test Subject S/O (Separate)

Cassidy:

When Cassidy awakes in the middle of the night to the sound of you fiercely muttering at no one, its safe to say he's concerned.

He listens for a moment as you make alarmed noises, trying to discern what exactly is going on.

After turning over to flip on the light, he glances over at your sleeping form thrashing around with your brow furrowed in terror.

"N-no... get a...away f-from me..." Cassidy hears you say clearly, getting more worried by the second.

As he begins to reach over to try and rouse you from your slumber, the volume of your voice grows from a to an earsplitting shriek.

As you keep screaming, you start becoming combative, slapping and punching at Cass while somehow still asleep.

"Whoa, hey, hey, hey! Jus' h-hold on a darn second here!" He says as he tries to block your attacks by grabbing your hands.

"No! NO! Let me out!" You wail as tears start streaming down your cheeks.

"Darlin', it's a dream, you gotta wake up! I'm here, just open your eyes!"

Debating between forcing you to wake up and just continuing to reassure you and talk you down from the fear, he decides that the latter is probably going to be the safest for both of you.

After a several minutes long struggle, you slowly stop trying to fight Cole as your once frantic breathing begins to return to its normal pace.

Your tired eyes begin to blink open as the last bit of panic leaves your body in a few small gasps. When you fully regain consciousness, Cassidy sighs in relief as realization begins to sink into your thoughts.

"Are you okay, what the hell happened there?!" Questions Cole as he smooths his hands over your hair.

Choking out a small sob, you gently grasp his bicep to try and ground yourself as more tears begin to fall from your eyes.

"Cass, I-I'm sorry... I- I was back in Talon and the pain j-just wouldn't stop!"

His heart drops at the mention of the evil organization, knowing what kind of awful treatment you went through while kept there.

"I tr-tried to get away but I just.... couldn't! It was awful!" You whisper as you cross your arms over your chest.

"Darlin' I'm so sorry... I am so sorry..." Cole responds faintly before carefully pulling you into a hug.

The room grows still again for a moment, with only the sound of your hushed weeps filling the air.

"I don't wanna go back, please don't let them take me!" You cry into Cole's shoulder as he holds you close.

"No, no, you won't. I swear that as long I'm breathin', I will always make sure you never have to go through that ever again."

Genji:

Genji is all too familiar with nightmares. During the first couple years after his confrontation with Hanzo, he would very frequently have them. He's been through that whole song and dance a million times before.

Which is the reason he immediately knows what's happening when he wakes to the sound of your screams next to him.

He rushes to throw your shared quilt off and make sure you're okay, getting punched once or twice in the process.

After the nightmares pass and you calm down enough to speak, Genji is right there to comfort you.

"It's alright, my love, it is over now... Are you okay?" He questions as he holds one of your palms in his.

You shake your head no as you take several sharp breaths in and out.

"I was there again... in that-that godforsaken lab with fucking Moira prodding at me like cattle! It felt li-like it would never end! I can't go through that again!"

"And you don't have to. I don't know all of what happened to you, but I promise you will never have to face it on your own. I'm here to help you however I'm able to."

As the fearful adrenaline steadily leaves your veins, Genji brings your hand up to his chest so you could feel his heart beating just beneath his cybernetics.

"I love you and will sit here with you as long as you need me too."

With a sad, shaky laugh, you nod and you take your hand back in order to wrap yourself around him.

He does the same in turn as you embrace him ever so slightly tighter before he ushers for you to lay back down together so you can get some much needed sleep.

Pulling the blanket back over your bodies, he scooches in a little closer and begins to hum softly in the hopes of lulling you into a nightmare-less slumber.

Watching as your eyes begin to flutter closed again, he hears you mumble something just before you doze off.

"Thank you, Genji... I love you too."

Hanzo:

Hanzo already has trouble sleeping himself, so when your nightmares come around, he's already wide awake.

As you toss and turn underneath your blanket, he tries to calm you down by running his hand over you head, not caring if he gets hurt by your unintentionaly violent movements.

Once the night-terror ends, you start holding your face in your hands and rock back and forth as Hanzo rubs assuaging circles on your back.

"My dear, what can I do? How do I make the fear stop for now?" The archer inquires as you continue to shake in place.

"I don't know, Han... every time I close my eyes, all I can see is the lights and the wires and the needles... It won't go away no matter how hard I try. I just want them to be gone." You state, anxiously starting to press at your temples.

With a noiseless sigh escaping from his lips, Hanzo moves closer to place an arm across your shoulder and rest his forehead against your head.

"I am sorry for not being there with you. If I were able to change history, I would have gone to great lengths to rescue you."

As you begin to cry at his admission, he places a delicate kiss atop your head.

"I would never ask you to do something that dangerous for me. I couldn't bear it if something happened to you..." You sob out as you bury yourself into Hanzo's side.

Hanzo is quick to wrap his other arm around you, offering a comforting squeeze before ushering you into his lap.

"You wouldn't ever have to ask for my help. I would trade my life for yours if it meant that no more harm would come to you."

Ramattra:

It's uncommon for Omnics to dream- let alone have nightmares- so the first one you have around Ramattra? It comes as a bit of a shock to him.

When he hears you yell, he all but rockets out of his reboot cycle to scan the room for any hidden threats to your safety.

After seeing nobody there but the two of you, he glances down to see you- fast asleep but clawing at the air like a trapped animal scratching at a predator.

He then decides to do a scan of your vitals, just to make sure you aren't in any immediate medical distress. The scan reveals to him that your heartrate and breathing are through the roof.

Just as he's about to cross the room to try and wake you up, you shoot up from your fitful rest with a loud inhale as you slam your hands down onto the mattress below.

Swiftly joining your side on the bed, he cautiously turns your visage towards him as he goes to brush a few stray strands of hair out of your face.

While your eyes try to adjust to the low light of your room, you call out Ramattra's name, receiving a modulated but relaxing shush from his vocalizer.

"Calm yourself, pet, I'm right here. Now, tell me what has happened."

As you take a moment or two to collect yourself and come down from your frenzy, you gaze up to meet the faint glow of his faceplate emitting from his eyes.

"It's Talon; they... tormented me... a long time ago. Had me chained down as a doctor injected chemicals into me before he began flushing them out and started the whole process over again..."

Watching as you barely manage to hold back tears, His joints all seem to freeze in place as fury begins to creep in and take over all his systems.

"They need to suffer for their misdeeds. Who are they?..." He presses, his voice now hauntingly deeper than before .

"I don't know their names, and even if I did, I would do everything in my power to forget them."

An uneasy silence fills the space between you two, staying there for a minute before the large Omnic grunts and lifts you into his arms.

"I am sorry for what you had to go through. Just know that if any pain ever comes your way again, the offenders shall be personally dealt with." Ramattra claims as he rests his faceplate against your jaw.

Relishing in the cool feeling of his metal features against your warm skin, you nod appreciatively before he begins to lightly sway you to and fro.

Watching as you drift back to sleep, Ramattra makes a mental note to hunt down the Talon members who hurt you the next time he meets his allies. He wouldn't and will not stand for the mistreatment of the only human he has ever cared about.

#headcanon #overwatch #overwatch 2 #overwatch imagines #cole cassidy x reader #genji shimada x reader #hanzo shimada x reader #ramattra x reader

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strawb3rry-acid · 2 months

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Being König's S/O

Just my own personal takes here ♡

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◐ König definitely has a tough shell to crack. He's most likely a fairly isolated man, and has some pretty damn high walls due to his past with being bullied as a child. A relationship with him would require some form of deep rooted friendship at first, and a lot of patience. I wouldn't say he's rude too people not close to him, I think he's pretty cordial and fair, but he can unintentionally come off as standoffish due to his quietness, intimidating appearance, etc.

◐ It'd probably take him quite awhile too confess, and you might have too take the reins with that one. He wants to make sure he's absolutely certain of his feeling's beforehand. He's also terrified of you rejecting him, and possibly laughing at him though he logically knows that wouldn't happen. If he were to confess, it'd either be a thoroughly planned confession he's worked on for quite some time with carefully planned word's, or a mutter underneath his breath when he thought you were out of earshot.

◐ Even if you've dropped several hints before getting in a relationship with him, he'd be shocked if you confess. Probably gets fairly embarrassed, and locks up for a second. Of course he's not embarrassed because of you, he's just easily embarrassed in general. You'd get a hushed confession in return once it sinks in after a few moments of very awkward silence.

◐ Lot's of longing, affectionate stares. He most likely doesn't even realize he's doing it most of the time, and will beat himself up internally for coming off as a creep unless you've already been in a relationship for awhile. He just can't seem to take his eye's off of you, as you're the most precious thing in the world to him.

◐ He's a very attentive, good listener, and remember's even the most minor of details about you as well as the thing's you ramble about. Even the thing's that seem meaningless too you, mean the most to him.

◐ Likely struggles with communication, and properly expressing his feeling's because he feels embarrassed about them at times, specifically his social anxiety (which is a key factor in his difficulties communicating.) I think he's more likely to isolate himself for a bit (not for an absurd amount of time) to clear his head, then pretend everything is fine. He will talk about it if pushed in the right direction though, it just may take some time.

◐ He strikes me as someone who struggles to admit that they're wrong. He tends to be (lovingly) a stubborn ass at times.

◐ Some thing's are limited, or completely off limits due to his social anxiety. Give him a push, but not a shove that heavily crosses out of his comfort zone. Definitely prefers dates where it's just the two of you in your home, instead of venturing out. He'll do it if you truly want too, he'll make accommodations to your needs too of course, but it's not something he'd like to do often.

◐ Speaking of his social anxiety, there's time's where it'll get bad enough too the point where he'll need quite a bit of alone time to calm down, and will not be social with anyone as it'll only make it worse. This unfortunately includes you as well. I don't think his social anxiety would go away around the people he's close to, especially since it's mentioned as being severe(I speak as someone with severe social anxiety.) It won't chain him down like it does around stranger's, but it's still there, and will act up at times. Don't worry though, he'll come back after he's had time to calm down. He'll always come back to you after all.

◐ Not a big fan of PDA. Once again, nothing against you, it's just that he doesn't like to draw attention too himself. Simple displays of affection are fine in public most day's, but it's limited. An exception to this is when you're being harassed, then he doesn't mind PDA in the slightest as his protective instincts kick in. Despite this, he's all over you in private.

◐ You're likely the only other person that helps him cope with his social anxiety, which is something he's deeply grateful for.

◐ Prefers too express thing's through physical affection, act's of service, and quality time. He's never had many people in his life, and deeply cherishes not only you, but the time you two spend together like he'll never get it again.

◐ Congrats, you now have a designated driver, bag holder, lifter, and human ladder! He prefers to do most thing's, and take care of you. He's also a big show off when it comes to his strength, and will absolutely jump at any opportunity too help you when it comes to grabbing thing's high up, and carrying heavy thing's. That top shelf at the grocery store will no longer be a problem, yay! However, it's a bit of a double edged sword because he will purposely put thing's high up so you'll ask him for help.

◐ He's loyal too a fault, and is a very helpful, protective affectionate lover. He may have issue's putting his feeling's in word's most of the time, but you'll damn sure know that he loves you. This man will do absolutely anything for you, and he proves that any chance he gets. He may be distant, and intimidating at first glance, but once you take the time to dig deeper he's a very loving man who absolutely adores you. Once you've got him, you've got him. He's very appreciative that you've put in the time and effort too get to know him, accept him, and see who he is without even the slightest hint of judgement.

#cod mw2 #konig cod #konig mw2 #könig #könig call of duty #könig cod #könig mw2 #cod mwii #mw2 #cod x reader #cod #cod mw3

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Hi! In your part 3 of your teen reader au you mentioned how important the readers words are and now I'm just thinking about reader getting so fed up about them taking everything they say so seriously they just.. stop talking. (or maybe they were just quiet in general so barely anyone had heard them speak before)

Warnings: sagau, read the ask! Yelling, these stuff yeah -

Also not proofread

They didn't see this coming did they.

But they won't find out the real reason behind you keeping your mouth shut and barely even looking at them.

They did not dare to blame you for this, so they just thought of something silly that something or someone offended you

It Started with you barely looking at jean and not responding to her with words. now it's so bad as you keep gaurds to not allow anyone enter and hear your voice again, unless it's lumine/aether

Yes lumine and aether are not like those psychos and they don't believe in you. to be honest, you appreciated that. Finally talking to someone that is ok in the head.

You see They first started blaming themselves yet somehow it slowly shifted towards the twins, why aren't you leaving your room?, those little rascals must be up to something!

So they took them to court to justify their actions, everyone was present from all around teyvat, expecting the twins to get banished from teyvats face or banned from seeing you ever again

As yanfei was about to say the last part of the judgment against aether/lumine, you barged in the room with gaurds, took the twins and hardly made it back to your palace with all of the other acolytes following you. Asking you to slow down for them.

They wouldn't leave you alone just for one second, so you decided to use the strongest weapon you had against them─ words. Your words specifically.

"from now on If anybody here dares to raise their voice or hand against aether/lumine, will get killed with I filming a tiktok with your graves.."

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Mm, keeping your mouth shut was a better option.. if you value, yk..the twins life-

"But your grace, they are manipulating you into thinking we are the bad guys and they are the only good guys! P-plus we aren't even sure if that's the case!" Keqing said while shaking slightly, she didn't knew you were this affected! She is so sorry, please calm down, she will make it up to you!!

"I forgot who asked for your opinion lady keqing, they are obviously in danger! " Ei replied.

"I apologize for everything I am going to say but miss keqing is wrong, their grace is getting affected by that thing." Zhongli said while walking towards you.

"No, the only thing I am affected is by you taking everything I say so seriously!! I say Guuji yae is slaying with her appearance and you guys think she is KILLING PEOPLE, AND SENT HER TO COURT. YOU PEOPLE NEED TO STOP."

The moment you yelled everyone was on their knees, they never heard you yell! They didn't know what to do now, so they just backed off and shut their mouth for awhile

Fine, the twins can go free, But that doesn't mean you should just ignore them! They just made a "simple" mistake nothing more.

Extra headcanons:

They fired every single person that trailed behind you and wrote everything you said.

Hm, they understand a bit better now, you just want space, after all coming to teyvat as the new heir of their last god is stressful,

So they just come and ask you about some serious political stuff before leaving again.

They also try,

keyword: try to be more casual around you

Inazumians did a good job at this, especially thoma, heizou and the arataki gang, it made you show yourself a bit more to others!

Meanwhile Zhongli could just stare in horror as Itto picked you up and threw you in the air, nearly giving himself a heart attack.

Itto better gets ready to get lectured by zhongli later, a lesson to not touch you again.

Not like itto would listen to him in the first place 🙄💅

But yeah, they might not write your words down anymore and go less strict on you, so a bit more time to enjoy to yourself before they slowly try to write your words down. In secret of course!

#sagau #genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin impact #genshin sagau #sagau yandere #x reader #yandere cult genshin #yandere sagau #genshin self aware au #self aware genshin #yandere

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bugslaststraw · 4 months

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I used to judge stands by how easily they could defeat The World, but that logic quickly fell apart when I realized that Magician's Red could most likely have kicked DIO's ass as long as its user was aware of the time stops. Asking yourself that, though, brings up the issue of being able to tell when time is skipped, whether The World's ability activating actually makes that noise or not, and also, if The World has a cooldown? I mean it needs to have a cooldown, right, otherwise DIO could easily have beaten Jotaro by spam-stopping time, and the nine/eleven/twelve second limit for stopping time that is so constantly talked about in that fight would mean nothing since he could theoretically just stop time immediately over and over again. When he's carrying Polnareff down the stairs over and over he seems to be able to stop time in very very rapid succession compared to his fight with Jotaro. So, back to Magician's, theoretically speaking, even if The World doesn't make a noise when stopping time, if you watched the fire and saw it instantly change when time stopped, you could tell it had been touched during the stop, and, given that DIO doesn't attack you first, you could then envelop yourself in fire completely, much like Joseph does with hamon, and wait until he stops time again to figure out the approximate cooldown length. Not only that, but if you turn the heat on that fire up, DIO wouldn't be able to harm you at all because he's a vampire with a weakness to fire, and everything he touches in the time stop can momentarily move, work, and store momentum (like when he throws those knives) which means that the fire would most likely burn him even in the time stop, and it won't burn you because the user can canonically make it not do that since it's a stand that works approximately like fire and not actual fire, AND he can't throw knives at you like he does at Joseph because Magician's Red is canonically powerful enough to melt metal, so the absolute worst he could do is maybe splash burning metal on you after a few tries. That would be bad, yeah, but I'm pretty sure that an experienced stand user with an ability that is DIO's direct second or third biggest weakness could realistically have slapped that vampire into the ground after at least the second or third time stop. POINT IS, (ignoring the obvious Doylist explanation that DIO is supposed to be powerful and scary so the exact rules of his ability shouldn't matter that much and were changed and blown out of proportion in different ways for the sake of plot and tension,) DIO was clearly scared shitless of Magician's Red so to the point that early on he specifically sent the single one stand user (Polnareff) who can specifically hard counter specifically Magician's to kill specifically Magician's as quickly as possible, and later had to send the Literal Black Hole to ambush its user before he could find DIO and send him flying into the fucking sun, in short, RAAAAAAAHHHH KFC CHICKEN MASCOT STAND SOLOS

#jjba #jojo #jjba avdol #muhammad avdol #mohammed avdol #magicians red #stardust crusaders #jjba dio

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sweetmariihs2 · 5 days

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How AURORA's album "The Gods We Can Touch" fits perfectly The Hunchback Of Notre Dame religious oppression theme —————— ⊹₊ ⋆. ♱ ₊˚ .⊹

I am NOT active in this fandom, but I have some things to say about it that might interest you guys. After this post I will go back to posting about my current fandom as always.

Basically, I watched The Hunchback of Notre Dame for the first time in my life last month because I'm hyperfocused on Disney films, specifically the classic 2D films.

It's a masterpiece, really, I wouldn't add anything to the story, everything it's just *chef's kiss*

BUT I WOULD LIKE TO MENTION THAT, ONE OF MY FAVORITE SINGERS, AURORA, HAS A WHOLE ALBUM ABOUT RELIGIOUS ABUSE AND NEGLIGENCE, PREJUDICE, YOU KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT and I just can't be normal about it

This album is called The Gods We Can Touch.

Yeah the title is pretty clear, while it's still open to interpretation. A huge part of this album is about religion, but also there is a huge part about respect, love and humanity, and she's not only inspired by christianity but also greek mythology. (Aurora says she loves the idea of imperfect gods, because this makes them closer to us, and maybe that's what the title is about. But she also says she sees God in the world around her, the love, the nature, the people, and maybe that's what she can touch. I don't know :/ let's go back to the Hunchback of Notre Dame stuff)

I won't go into detail about this right now, but we all know that there are many (many) people who use faith as an excuse to commit atrocities like Frollo, and this album is about that, I'm not really good at explaining so showing works better for me, some of Aurora's takes are:

The way people use religion to often demonize human behaviors, such as sexuality;

We need to choose between what's right or wrong, there's no in between, which is... questionable;

(Some) People use religion to opress, disrespect and blame anyone who's just living a free life;

And Aurora doesn't like to explain her lyrics, she leaves them up for interpretation. Although their meanings are really clear, I personally see these songs as an ironic criticism of these oppressions, not so much about God himself, but about the people who use his name to oppress. (She's an atheist, so I HIGHLY believe that she's talking about God himself, her lyrics seem to be talking to those people while disguising them as talking to God, and the message is very clear.)

This theme is extremely addressed in the movie, BUT this fandom doesn't know these songs yet. AND THEY NEED TO. IT'S A PITY THEY DON'T KNOW THEM.

Something I HATE is having to watch 'long' videos that I'm not interested in, so if you want to give it a chance but the length of the songs makes you discouraged, just listen to the first 30/40 seconds and decide if you want to watch the rest or not. I know how you feel. I will add videos with lyrics for the songs for people who understand English more easily if they can read the words (like me)

The four songs she really focus on this topic are: Heathens, You Keep Me Crawling, Blood In The Wine and The Devil Is Human.

These songs talk about the same topic but with intensities, explicitness and harshness at different levels. The first song is soft and proposes questioning, the second song talks in a desperate tone about how something that should bring her comfort is just abuse in disguise, the third song portrays revolt and sings the lyrics in a more explicit way, and the last song is harsher, which speaks in a more bold and direct way, like poison.

The song Heathens is soft and makes us question, in a slightly interpretative but still direct way, about what is said to be a sin but is just oppression. How people condemn "sinners" as heathens when everything we come into contact with is considered sin. These lyrics are a little confusing and require interpretation, but it is possible to understand what she meant with them.

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You Keep Me Crawling has a double meaning. Both match Frollo really well (lmao). The first is clearer because she says how small and humiliated she feels, begging "on her knees", and this just hurts her — it's not a love relationship, but oppression, "Giving into love should never hurt for me, giving into love should set me free..." But there is also another interpretation, which is that of an abusive relationship, as I said I'm not very good at explanations so it's better for you to read the lyrics (or listen to the song which is a better option). These lyrics really remind me both of Quasimodo and Esmeralda, each one of them with their own situations.

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The third song is about the pride of being a "sinner", if being a 'sinner' means being free and loving others. As I said, those lyrics are more explicit and they don't require so many interpretation like the last one. "I was given a name (I'm a human) before I was given blood (before violence), like you were given your faith before there was made a God (you're like this, but not because of your religion, you're evil because that's what you are)" it's pretty clear for me, her word choice and the way she sings these it's simply breathtaking. It's perfect for Esmeralda btw

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And finally the song that motivated me to make the post, The Devil Is Human. Again, the title has to do with human beings always being condemned to sin and called pagans, on a level that humanity is so demonized by people, that this title means "our humanity is so hated that we are compared to the devil himself ". "The worst sin we can commit is to give in to what human beings were made to do: love." And again this is where the phrase "proud to be a sinner" comes from, as it is not about true sin, but accepting the judgments placed upon you just because you are... free. (You will be called a sinner if you are part of the LGBTQI+ community for example, even though loving should not be considered a sin. But that's not all, there are more reasons why she says this, such as cultural diversity on the planet and women's independence often result in violence, like the burning of witches, persecution, and more. You know what I'm talking about.)

In this song she sings in a more defiant way, and it seems like she is referring to God, but in fact she is referring to the people who contribute to the culture of hate and intolerance (at least in my interpretation). She's not afraid to be outrageous, bold, tough with her words, and doesn't regret anything she says. Reminds me of Esmeralda's actions and words towards Frollo! She has the same attitude!

This song was previously exclusive to vinyl and later became a single/deluxe. I believe it's because it would be too controversial to be placed on the main album. It would cause revolt and misinterpretations! And she didn't even made an official lyric video to it. That's fanmade.

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So basically that's it! I was looking at some reviews of Hunchback Of Notre Dame and this came to my mind, and I hate the fact that people in this fabdom don't know about this wonderful album, as it fits perfectly with some themes in the film.

#the hunchback of notre dame #claude frollo #frollo #esmeralda #quasimodo #the gods we can touch #aurora aksnes #Youtube #judge claude frollo

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soaps-hoe-141 · 1 year

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Drowning In The Depths

Still in shadowban purgatory but here ya go anyway. I've also put my fics up on AO3 if anyone wants to go check them out

Drowning In The Depths

Back Together

Part 6

Pairing: Captain Price x Male!Reader

WC: 8k

Synopsis: Reader is doing the interrogating now, get in there Speck

Warnings: NSFW smut, lil bit of violence but no one died

No sense in sitting around waiting for John to say it again. You pushed yourself up to your elbows, his hand still splayed across your back as you felt the beginnings of resistance on his end. Glancing his way you caught sight of the furrowed brunette brows, he wanted to know what was wrong. You could hear the question even before he asked it. “Nothing’s wrong, John. Don’t get comfortable right?” You faked an easy smile despite the tightness in your throat that you hid so well. Too well, really.

Immediately his head was shaking though as his hand pressed into your back with the full force of his strength, blocking you from getting up. His hard look fixed on you as he said, “That’s not what I meant. If it were up to me I'd never let you leave this bed again." You shifted underneath his hand earning a look that just screamed, 'Try me.' Your tense jaw and darting eyes were all he needed to see to know you didn't believe what he was saying.

Didn't mean it like that? How else could he have meant it? The man had fucked the daylights out of you and then told you to get dressed and leave. Wasn't much room left for interpretation there, was there? But you just needed him to get off you, believe you for a second so you could get out of this already embarrassing situation. "Ok, what do you need help with then?" The hand on your back didn’t relent but at least his gaze was softening once more.

A sigh fell from him before he answered, "The guy we brought in. He won't speak to anyone but you, requested you specifically. Laswell needs you to talk to him." What the fuck? Why you? Your dog had nearly taken his whole arm off and now he wanted to talk to you? Did he have any common sense?

Jesus Christ. You were already feeling tired just at the thought. He wanted an answer though and so you gave him a slow nod, "Fine. I'll talk to him, alright?" The hand finally pulled away and you sat up, scooting up the bed to grab your clothes off the table where he'd laid them earlier. Shifting to the edge of the bed you started to pull your pants up your calves, struggling to get the fabric up your sweaty skin.

He put a hand on your shoulder though with a humorous look in his eyes, "Might want to clean up first, Love." Embarrassment flooded through you at the comment as you glanced down to see the growing wet stain on his sheets. Fucked you, finished in you, hell the man basically owned you at this point. You pushed yourself up, but when you stood your legs felt like jello. Knees as weak as newborn foal after the thorough pounding you'd just been given.

Hands were around your hips in a moment, pulling you back to sit on his lap and making your entire body tense with the effort of not staining his clothes like you had his sheets. He nudged his chin up onto your shoulder, the tip of his nose grazing against the side of your neck, warm against your already too hot skin. "Let me help you," he cooed in your ear, even annoyed with him you couldn't deny the hold he had on you. Damn he did own you. You let your head fall back to rest on his shoulder, watching as he pulled the shirt off the bedside table and worked it underneath your legs. The fabric scraped your skin as he cleaned himself off you as best he could.

You shifted and tensed again and you could feel him smirk against your skin, "Guess you'll have to keep the rest of it from leaking out till you can get to the shower, huh?" Fuck him. Wait no don't fuck him. Damnit though he knew what he was doing. Pulling you against him and trying to make you horny again so you'd forget…What were you supposed to be forgetting again? He hummed in a questioning tone and without even thinking you nodded to him. You'd say yes to anything so long as he kept touching you. Shit weren't you supposed to be angry at him?

His hands slid down your thighs to pull at the waistband of your pants. You felt them slide up slowly but with relative ease. Reaching up to do the buttons he grabbed your wrists and you felt the scratch of his beard on your skin as he shook his head, "No. I told you to let me help you." His fingers grazed up your forearm and you gave another slow nod in answer. He moved back to your pants slowly, buttoning them with expert fingers as he looked down your bare chest.

Lips pressed into your skin just below your ear before he whispered, "Put your boots on, and I'll get you another shirt." Your head shook as your hands shot back to grab at his sides, rolling your hips against him with newfound need. There was a smile in his voice as he said, "Yes," and he stilled your squirming body with his hands at your waist. "Boots on," he slid you off his lap and back to the bed despite the whine you let out asking him for more. Pressing a kiss to your cheek he muttered a quick, "Not right now," before he moved to a large duffel bag sitting on a chair.

You leaned over to slide your socks on before your boots, lacing them up as quickly as you could while also stealing glances up at his back and ass. Damn he looked good in military fatigues. He looked good in everything honestly. Your eyes shot to the floor the second you saw his body turning though, finishing lacing up your other boot, he didn't need to know you were watching him.

John cleared his throat as he handed you the shirt, forcing you to look up at him as you took it. Sliding it over your head he reached a hand down to help you up off the bed. Steadying you with his hands by wrapping his arms around your back and fitting your body snugly against his. He was so warm it was if he was radiating heat right now. It was nearly suffocating and yet you couldn't bring yourself to move away. Not until he asked quietly, "Are you ready to go?" That's why you had been mad at him, he was trying to get rid of you. Don't pull away though, he'll only prolong this, whatever this is. This softening of the blow?

Instead you nodded, feeling his arms loosen their grip as he pulled away. His fingers lingering on your sides for just a moment before all his heat was gone and he was moving towards the door. Your first step drew a hiss from your lips, back tensing with the effort of moving. And then you felt it, his cum trying to drip out of you. Your eyes went wide and he caught your look, his face casting in worry as he took a step back towards you not realizing what had made you stop so suddenly. "No," you stopped him with a raised hand, "I'm fine. Shit I thought you cleaned me up," your back stiffened and you stood a little taller, your whole lower body clenching at the foreign feeling.

The smirk on his face set your blood alight as he shrugged, "Most of it yeah. Be good and I'll eat the rest out later, yeah?" Your eyes shut as you tried to control your thoughts to keep the blood from rushing back below your belt. You'd just gotten rid of the last erection you couldn't handle another one, not right now, and especially not when you had to go interrogate someone. Beside you were angry at him, it was like he was trying to make a fool of you or something. Right?

Swallowing hard, you took another testing step and opened your eyes again. You were sore but you could manage, no worse than the last few times. Don't let him see you struggling, that'd only make this whole thing worse. The last thing you needed was him knowing how easily he controlled your mind. A deep breath and you were ready, glancing out the window cautiously before he opened the door to let you out. Trying to match his strides though was not going to work, you were at a severe disadvantage. Your entrance was still throbbing from his ministrations and you had to stay clenched impossibly tight so you didn't end up ruining the only fresh pair of pants you had.

Were they really all that fresh now though? You sighed at the thought and thankfully John slowed to match your pace without you needing to ask. He didn't talk or banter, he was back to business. Eyes were on him and he had information he needed you to pull out of someone. This was work John, Captain Price, and while sometimes the two mingled right now he was all Captain. The office he directed you into was bigger than you'd expected, and the woman behind the desk had her eyes on you the second you stepped through the door. John stepped in right behind you, moving to stand beside her desk with his arms crossed over his chest like a mediator or something.

Laswell's smile was polite but you weren't sure if it was sincere or not. And she almost looked strained when she said, "Has Captain Price detailed our situation to you?" You nodded slowly and she stood up, "Good. I assume you don't need a translator to converse with him?" You shook your head in answer and she continued, "Perfect. He won't say anything to the translator except that he wants to talk to the man with the dog. Your conversation will be monitored the whole time." She opened a drawer and pulled out a case of small ear pieces before handing one to you, "You'll be wearing this. I'll need you to ask him questions for me, can you do that?" Another quick nod and you pressed the bud down into your ear, tensing at the squeal as it settled.

Sweeping your tongue over your lips to wet your dry mouth and taking a deep breath you turned your attention back to her, "Where's he at?" She beckoned you with a quick wave as she left the room, guiding you and John both through the halls. Opening a door into a dark room she stepped inside. You followed, turning to glance through a one way window into the other room. The man was handcuffed by himself, the room devoid of anything but a chair for him to sit in and another for whoever else was in the room. He stared blankly ahead as she handed you a file. The way he was staring felt almost like he was watching you through the one way mirror. Like he knew you were there.

When you opened it you frowned at the contents. It was only a few surveillance photos that were inside of him from a while ago. You looked up at her with a questioning gaze and she said, "His name is Labeeb el-Haider. We don't have much on him from recently but he used to be a part of a small resistance group. Switched sides for some reason, we don't know why." You nodded as you examined the photos from his resistance days, glancing at the patch on his shoulder. You knew that group, you'd fought alongside that group. The markings on his jacket meant he was a General. And he'd switched sides? Laswell wouldn't let you dwell on it for too long though as she motioned to him, "Just ask him the questions I need you too and get him to talk."

You were quick to exit the observation room, stopping outside the door when the soldier guarding it turned to punch in a code on the keypad beside them. When the light turned green they gave you a nod and you pushed inside. You moved slowly into the room, watching him follow the sounds of your footsteps but he refused to turn around and find you. The man stayed quiet as you stood behind him, and you could see his eyes flicking up to you in the mirror but not holding your gaze. Sitting was not something you were ready to do just yet so instead you leaned back against the wall, watching him quietly with interest. Waiting to see what he would do in your absence to do anything.

Patience was one of the few virtues you were blessed with, and you were willing to wait for him to break first. His hand ran along his forearm, over the bandages he was sporting after coming into contact with Cerberus' powerful jaws. Once he realized just who it was behind him, it didn't take long for him to speak up, "Pashto?" You nodded slowly to his question as he fell quiet for a few more seconds watching you in the glass. "Arabic?" Another nod to his question and he was beginning to shift at the uncomfortable silence. "English?" Yet another nod and you watched his jaw tense as he sat up a little taller.

His leg was bouncing, so he was nervous. He'd gotten his demand but you were sure he wasn't expecting to have succeeded. His next question came in a mix of Pashto and Arabic, he was either trying to confuse a translator that might be watching and hide what he was saying, or he was an idiot. You were fairly sure it was the former, "Is it really you?" You resisted the urge to tilt your head, just continuing to watch him quietly. Truly you had no idea what he was talking about but he didn't need to know that.

Your silence was off-putting. He'd expected to be talked to, interrogated, yet here you were with three languages at your disposal and still as silent as ever. His eyes kept flicking up to watch you in the glass until he noticed you were still very much watching him and then he shot his eyes back down to the ground. Laswell's voice came through in your ear then as she questioned you, "He knows you?" You stared hard at the glass, as if you were staring straight through to the person you knew was behind it and currently trying to interrogate you.

Even if he did know you, you didn't know him. Or at least you didn't remember him. The mixture of Arabic and Pashto assaulted your ears again as he spoke, "You are still working with the Admiral, yes Speck?" Your gaze narrowed at him, head tilting finally as you came around his chair. You sat in front of him, stiffening for a moment as you leaned forward, watching him closely. How did he know your call sign? How did he know your face? No one was supposed to know who you were, that was why you could do what you do.

Laswell's voice came through the earpiece, "Tell him that you are, Speck." They'd cracked his little mixed language scheme it seemed. Maybe he was just an idiot then. An idiot who knew too much about things that he shouldn't. This man was pushing his fucking luck.

Slowly you nodded an affirmative to him. You hadn't worked with the Admiral for almost a year, your undercover work with him had been the reason you were in the UK in the first place. Obviously he hadn’t been given all the information. The cover works for you though. "Prove it," he demanded in a quiet whisper of Arabic. Apparently he was dropping the Pashto altogether. That was fine, he was shit at speaking it anyway.

You sat back in the chair, your back straight and stiff as you rolled up your sleeve. Shoving your forearm forward you showed him the small brand of an anchor at the inside of your wrist. It was almost imperceptible, it'd be lost on anyone who wasn't actually looking for it. But he saw it, you noticed the second his eyes locked onto the little scar. And then you struck.

Your fingers slid around his throat, tightening their hold even as he jerked his hands up to stop you. Leaning down over him you growled in Arabic, "You do not make demands of me. Do it again and I'll make sure you never walk out of here." His eyes looked anywhere but up at you.

He'd forgotten to fear you, that healthy dose that kept worms like him alive. He should have remembered well if he really thought you were still working with that idiot the Admiral. Laswell was in your ear, telling you to let him go, that this wasn't the plan but she didn't know what you did. She didn't know the part you'd been set to play now. She had asked for this and you were going to deliver.

The fingers stayed wrapped around his throat, tightening impossibly more as you watched his life drain, until finally he managed a nod and you dropped your hand from his sensitive trachea. Pulling your sleeve back down you took a step back, finding your seat slowly, still tensed as you sat with your arms crossed. His hands ran over his throat as if to assure himself he could still breathe.

Your face was set in a hard scowl, you had a part to play and you would play it well. You always did. His shaky Arabic came out slowly as he asked, "No one is watching us or listening?" You shook your head slowly in answer, eyes boring into him, making sure he kept his own line of sight down. "H-How did-" you cut his question off with a hand around his wrist.

He stared down at it, there was fear in those eyes. Good. "Ask another question and I will break it, understand?" The nod came quickly in answer as you tightened your hold anyway. "Answer a question wrong and I will break it, understand?" Another vigorous nod had his hair falling in his face. "Good," you sat back letting his hand go as your eyes found the wall over his head, seeming to think for a moment. "Where is the family I came to the house for?" His eyes shot up to you just as yours lowered back to him.

The urge to lie danced on his face. You could see it in his eyes plain as day but your threats were fresh. His danger at your hands was much more imminent than anyone else's were. And he was a coward. Only a coward's loyalty could be bought and sold by terrorists. "Zabol," oh you have got to be kidding. Zabol? Seriously?

Sitting forward again your eyes searched his nearly hoping he had lied to you. Your hand found his wrist again, "Do better than that Labeeb." That struck something deep in him, he wasn't aware you knew his name as well. "Follow your namesake and be sensible, intelligent. You know what I want. Give it to me or…Well you know what happens next, yes?" He nodded slowly, eyes locked where your grip on his wrist was tightening slowly, like a python squeezing the life out of its prey.

His throat bobbed as he swallowed before he finally managed to mutter out, "They are in a warehouse near the market. We moved them there that night when the call came through. We moved all the others we found in that man's house as well. We were supposed to kill him but you came before we could." Your grip kept tightening and he was beginning to panic now, "That is all I know. I swear it." Your head tilted questioningly as pain radiated into his voice, "Pl-Please, Speck, I-I don't know anything else." You paused, he was telling the truth. You could feel his pulse thudding beneath his skin. It certainly wasn't a lie. You released him and stood casting a quick glance down at his bowed head as his fingers rubbed at his wrist.

That had been easier than you expected, but then again the Admiral's name coming up had given you an edge in that interrogation. You'd gotten lucky. Pulling the door open you made sure it closed behind you before you glanced down the hall where Laswell was coming out of the observation room. "What the hell was that?" You pulled the earpiece out, wincing as her loud voice sent feedback through your ear.

As she neared you, you held it out to her, "You forced my hand so I played the part. We got the location didn't we. The family is in Zabol, and they'll be there with all the other families I’ve left there too." You dropped the earpiece into her outstretched palm and shoved your hands into your pockets. Your carefully made mask of nonchalance overtaking your features as you watched her.

She shook her head slowly at you and scoffed, "We weren't just after the family's location, Speck. We need the head of the organization, not his wife and kids." She was reprimanding you but she didn't know all the facts. How could she? Or did she know and she wanted you to explain yourself anyway?

"I got you both," she crossed her arms over her chest, not seeming to believe you even for a second. "The only direct competition for the Admiral right now is your mystery bomb maker." A blonde eyebrow cocked at you prompting you to continue your explanation. "If the Admiral doesn't have them, we don't have them, and my old contractor doesn't have them then who does that leave? Her husband." Blue eyes were watching you, judging and deciding and she didn't yet seem convinced.

You glanced down at the folder in her grasp and held out your hand for it, she handed it over. Pulling out the picture you pointed to the patch on his shoulder, "Labeeb was a General for one of the local resistance factions in Pakistan. Picture was taken four years ago,” you pointed down to the timestamp. “I worked with the organization but I never directly met him, never even heard a reference to him. So how did he know me?" She humored you with a shrug, "His boss, the mystery bomb maker. The same one who paid off my handler to get the details for my murder. He must've paid for his family's release too."

Her eyes continued to stare down at the picture you were showing her, “My cover before I came here was one of the Admiral’s enforcers, it was why I had to lay low for nearly four months. That idiot in there knew something, thought he had some bit of valuable information on me. He was going to exploit it, blackmail me. You don’t make deals with the Admiral or his men though. They kill you before you even know what’s happening. I did my job, you’re the one who told me to say yes. I was just following orders.” Your arms crossed over your chest and you handed her the file back, “You find the warehouse I guarantee you’ll find your bomb guy. If we don’t I’ll do whatever the fuck it takes. I want him just as bad as you.” The logic couldn't be denied, it was a solid thought and you shrugged, "We good?"

She continued to stare down at the picture, still deciding your fate even as you shifted uncomfortably on your feet. Your straight face was cracking with every second you stood here now. You'd played your part and kept it together as long as you could. Now your mind was racing with impure thoughts once more and the source was the man standing just beside Laswell.

God you could feel his cum trying to leak out every time you fuckin moved. Glancing towards him he was looking down at Laswell, not even watching you for once, but he was smirking. He knew you were tense, and damn did it make you feel dirty. Nearly like you were being used and it was sending pulses straight below your waist. This should not turn you on so much, why were you getting hard. Stop it!

"We're good," you took in a deep breath, suddenly filled with relief because the sooner you were done here the sooner he could make good on his promise. "I'll put together a target package. Expect to be called in soon boys." She glanced up at John and then towards you as she backed up and headed down the hall before she called back, "Get some sleep. You're both gonna need it." And then Laswell was gone, disappearing around a corner with her phone to her ear and a file in her hand. You wondered if that was normally how she was or if there was another side, a side more like the one who had been the judge for your competition.

John was still standing beside you, his eyes flicking to the soldier still standing by the wall before he walked a couple steps back. You took off after him, there was only one way to get out of here and that was to follow. Damn you wanted more than to just follow him though. Turning down an empty hall he glanced back to find you, his beard twitching with his barely contained amusement. This wasn't the way you had come in so where the hell was he taking you?

He stopped by a keypad, punching in a quick set of numbers before he pulled open the door. His head jerked in a motion to follow him so you did, watching him turn to make sure the door closed before he kept going further inside. This must have been the squad room if the couch, TV, and old ass PS2 was anything to go by. Another door, this one opened with a simple key he pulled from his pocket, and he raised his arm for you to duck below it inside. Definitely not the way you'd come in.

He shut the door behind him, shrouding everything in darkness for a moment as he turned the lock with an audible click. You tensed in the darkness, hand reaching for him and finding only air. When the light finally flipped on your eyes shut tight for a moment to adjust to the bright light. Before strong hands were at your hips and his mouth was assaulting your neck hungrily. As if he hadn't just had you not even an hour ago.

Who were you to judge though with your own cock already hard in your pants. "Is it dripping out of you or have you been a good boy? Waiting for me to clean you up?" Oh God his words went right to your cock and the pressure was building. Your hands sought to find purchase, managing to do so as you caught hold of his wrist and slid his hand to the small of your back. Guiding his fingers below the waistband of your pants, and dragging those rough digits through the crack of your ass you pressed the tips of his fingers against your entrance. Your muscles relaxed for the first time with relief and he groaned against your neck at the feeling of his own spend starting to leak out of you.

Finally you had a chance to take a look at your surroundings. A reprieve while he steadied himself. An office? His office judging by the name placard sitting right in front of you. Oh shit that was hot. When did you become such a kinky motherfucker? One finger pressed inside of you before he pulled it out, letting you tense back up again as he held it up to the light. Almost like he was inspecting it. Until his eyes shot to yours and he pressed his finger against your bottom lip.

Your mouth opened readily, without even needing to think about it, your lips wrapping around his thick digits and tongue swirling over his fingers. Sucking hard at his callused flesh. He turned his face down to hum against your skin, as his fingers danced over the back of your tongue. And then slowly he pulled them out, returning his fingers to your hip. "So dirty, Love." He murmured, kissing the skin just behind your ear as his breath swirled over the shell of your ear, "Let me clean you up, yeah?"

Son of a bitch, he needed to do something with that mouth since it was always running. Do it now, please do it now. You nodded, "Hell yeah," his beard scratched against you as his mouth turned up in a smile. His fingers flying to the buttons of your pants and undoing them with ease. The warmth of his body left you for a moment as he stepped around you, pulling your arm as he guided you around the desk.

He nodded to the chair and ordered in that deep, gravelly voice that had your spine tingling, "Sit." You obeyed without question, he would take care of your physical needs, that you knew without question. He jerked the pants down your legs till they caught on your boots and you watched him sink to his knees, not even bothering to take your pants all the way off. You pulled at the hem of your shirt, your half hardened member laying against your stomach as sparks of pleasure brought it to life.

You watched him closely, the way his hands found your thighs and caressed as if they were worthy of his worship. His lips hovered just over the skin before pressing gentle kisses into it. You were biting your lip and you didn't even realize it until you tasted a tang of iron. The action of your tongue flicking out to soothe the fresh wound caught his attention, his brunette brows furrowing at the sight. He reached up to run his thumb over the red bead of blood. His head shaking with near sorrow at the sight as he whispered, "Be careful with yourself. I don't like to see you hurt." You nodded slowly, unable to form words at the gentleness he was showing right now. No one had ever treated you like he did, made you feel like you were the only man in the world who deserved attention.

The fingers of the same hand ran back down the length of your torso stopping over the pulsing flesh of your cock, the warmth of his hand reaching you even without touching. Finally the callused fingers ran over the length of it carefully and you slowly pressed up for more but the smile and shake of his head stopped you. Behave and he'll give you everything. Keep it together Speck, you were so close to getting what you wanted, just be patient. He was building the pressure of your climax slowly, he wanted this one drawn out, wanted you to be near begging for him. Wanted you to have to work for it. When did he not?

He picked up your calves ducking below them to rest your thighs on the broad expanse of his shoulders. Your legs locked around him by the pants bunched at your ankles. His hands wrapped around to the front of your hips. That burning gaze watched you expectantly from where he was knelt like he was waiting for something. His face turned to one side, pressing soft lips to the inside of your thigh. Lord, how many times had you had this wet dream? Him knelt between your legs again with those eyes. The knowledge that he would give you anything you asked him for so long as you asked nicely.

Fantasies had been dancing through your mind for eight months and not a single one could compare to this sight. You pulled the hem of your shirt up further, exposing the soft curls on your chest. Taking the fabric in your teeth you reached down to take one of his hands in yours, the other finding his hair. The second you let your body relax his eyes drifted down to take in the sight of his own cum dripping out of you. The man was captivated by the sight before he dove in with reckless abandon.

The fingers you'd twined together squeezed hard but you couldn't tell if it was him, you, or the both you who was doing it. The only thing you could think about was his tongue dipping inside of you. Lapping at your used and still slick hole like a man starved. Like he hadn't been buried inside of you once today already. His free hand was curled around the top of your thigh, stopping you from squirming away from his touch. It was almost too much. He was almost too much.

Your teeth were biting around the fabric so hard that had it been your own lip you surely would have drawn blood again. Your hand in his hair was holding on so tight it had to be painful but he didn't even seem to notice. Hell he looked like he liked it, moaning every time you pulled or twisted the locks in your fingers. He had one job, one thought, to make you see stars. And by God was he gonna do it at this rate.

Moans slipped out past the fabric, and his eyes shot up to your flushed face. Did he want you to be quiet? God how were you supposed to be quiet when he was doing this to you? Had he not been holding you down you would have been thrusting into the air in search of your release you were certain. His mouth pulled away, affording you a moment of reprieve as his fingers tightened their hold on both your hand and your thigh. He pressed another soft kiss into your thigh, and when he found your eyes his beard was slick with his own spit and release.

The sight had your eyes rolling back, head tilting back into the leather chair. Too pent up and horny to think for a few moments as you fought to catch your breath. It was funny, not even fifteen minutes ago you'd had a man so terrified of you that he wouldn't even look you in the eye. Now? You had a man so willing to please you he couldn't even wait to get back to a bed, he was tongue fucking you in his damn office. Good Lord almighty you didn't deserve this kind of attention from anyone, least of all from the sexiest man you'd ever met.

Fingers grabbed your jaw, his hand patting your face a couple times as he brought you back to reality. His blue eyes were full of worry as he looked up at you from where he was knelt between your thighs. When you finally focused on him though he seemed to settle down asking, "You good, Love? Still with me?" His hand was still cupping your cheek, not willing to leave your face until he was sure you weren't about to pass out on him.

The hem of your shirt fell from your mouth as your jaw unclenched and you gave him a tired nod, "Yeah. I'm great. Don't stop, please don't stop." His smile lifted his face, eyes crinkling at the corners with the effort as he dove in for his second helping. The hand at your face slid down your bare torso, nails leaving trails across your skin before he finally stopped at your leaking cock. His rough fingers wrapped around the base, sliding up the length and you could barely even focus on it with the way he was still eating you out.

Precome slicked your length and you watched the hand he'd been holding you down with disappear below the chair. The second he let out a moan against you, you knew he was working himself just out of sight. He paused his ministrations for only a moment to spit into his hands before he went back to work. Christ could it get any better than this? His tongue was fucking magical, lapping at your walls with no concern for how your hands were beginning to shake.

You were desperately grabbing at the arm rests of the chair, muscles tense and screaming with the effort but you couldn't find the will to care about the pain there. "Oh fuck John, don't stop. I'm close," the pressure was dying to be released now. Begging for relief and you were so very nearly gone. When his hand dropped from around your length and his shoulders pressed into the back of your thighs you couldn't stop the whining plea from escaping your parted lips, "No, no, please no."

But by no means was he gonna leave you like that. John must have been feeling merciful at the moment. He sat back on his heels, pulling you with him by the hips so just your back and head were resting on the seat of the chair. Your knees curling over his shoulders being the only thing keeping your hips from falling to the ground. He grabbed your length in his hand again just before his lips were wrapping around it, surrounding your sensitive member in the wet, sucking heat of his mouth. "Oh holy-" your loud curse was cut off as his fingers dipped into your mouth, quieting you for just a moment before the hand was gone again.

Hold something, that's what you needed to do. Hold onto something for dear life cause he was about to try to take you out at the fuckin knees. And try he did. The fingers he'd just wet with your mouth pressed against your spit slicked entrance and slid in with ease. Curling up and searching for your prostate in an attempt to make you gasp for air. One hand shot to his hair, his mouth still bobbing up and down your length as he overloaded your senses with the pleasure currently coursing through you. You weren't going to last much longer, that much you knew.

Your other hand shot above your head and found the back of the chair, wrapping your forearm around it as your fingers dug in. You could see his other hand still working his own length. God he was getting off just on the fact he was pleasuring you. Your back arched off the seat, the backs of your shoulders pressing down into the leather, as he took your entire length down his throat. Quiet pants rose into the air. You didn't have the breath to moan or groan or beg anymore, he was sucking the air out of your lungs through the tip of your dick.

His head bobbed up and as he took you in completely again you felt his fingers find what they were looking for. The rough pads of the skin rubbing over the sensitive nerves. Your eyes were either shut or you were going blind now cause you couldn't see a damn thing. It wasn't like it would have mattered though seeing as you were currently only able to stare up at the ceiling. Another bob of his head up and down your length, your skin was so slick with sweat now you were certain the chair was about to shoot out from under you.

The man hummed against your flesh, the vibrations coursed through your whole body and when his fingers plunged into you again in search of those delicate nerve endings everything went blank. You were floating on a cloud so light and airy you couldn't even feel him swallowing around your cock to take in your release. And you especially didn't hear the moan he let out when his own hit him and he unloaded across the floor. You might as well have been dead to the world as you floated so high in the clouds nothing could touch you there.

The white cloud you were on turned dark, reality ceased to exist. It wasn't until pain lanced through your shoulder and you felt your entire body being jostled by strong hands that everything began to come back to you. Muffled words found your ears as you fought back to the surface you'd been drowning under not even a moment before. Blearily your eyes opened, the bright bulbs above causing you to shut them tight for a few moments before a hand was on your face. The rough texture catching against the coarse hair of your growing stubble.

Slowly your eyes opened again, ocean blue eyes catching your attention so wholly you couldn't look anywhere else. Relief flooded his expression as he pulled your forehead down, his lips pressing against it as he let out a deep breath against your sweat slicked skin. You felt his soothing rocking motions then, back and forth. Were you not in the chair anymore?

Finally you managed to focus on something else as he pulled back, tilting his head down to look up at you. "Hey, Love. Can you answer me? Need to make sure you're ok, yeah?" His thumb was dragging over your cheekbone with slow purposeful strokes. It was the only thing truly grounding you to the present as you leaned into it, your eyes drifting shut for a moment before you remembered he’d asked you a question.

A smile spread on your face then as you managed a quick, "'M good." He smiled back then, pulling your face down into the crook of his neck as he hugged you to his chest. The rocking ceased slowly and you felt him shift under you. The realization that you were in his lap hit very suddenly when you felt the fabric of his clothes shift against your sensitive member. A groan escaped you and he froze, his fingers splaying across the back of your head and running soothingly through your hair.

His long beard drug against your stubbled cheek as his mouth tilted closer to your ear and he asked, "Still good?" A low hum of affirmation and he was moving again, leaning back against the desk as he held you close. You were straddling his lap, his legs canted up behind you and raised just enough so that he wasn't trapping you by the pants still shoved down around your ankles. "Had me worried there for a moment," his deep voice rumbled out, vibrating through your chest. "Didn't think you were gonna pass out on me, guess I’ll have to be a bit more careful next time, huh?."

You'd passed out? You didn't even remember that. The man beneath you had fucked you so good he'd literally flipped the switch off in your brain. "I'm sorry," you mumbled out against his neck and he merely shook his head, pulling you tighter against him like he was assuring himself you were still there. Still talking and breathing in his arms even as you murmured, "That's never happened before." God you were so tired and worn out now, it’d been another long day and he was truly exhausting you.

You needed to sleep and where better to sleep than against this perfectly warm and squeezing body. The man even smelt good, you needed to bottle this smell and start wearing it as cologne yourself. He pulled your face out of the crook he'd buried it in, both hands at the sides of your neck as he smirked up at you, "That good huh?" You huffed and shook your head, diving back into the warmth he was willing to provide. He chuckled lightly, the feeling vibrating through you as he pulled you back against his body.

Damn, you needed to get his cologne brand before you left. Smoke and rich oaks pervaded your nose every time you got close to him. Embroidering itself in your mind as the place where you were safest, warmest, and happiest. The two of you sat like that for a long time, one of his hands on the back of your neck and the other at the small of your back. You nuzzled into him and suffocated yourself with his smell and his warmth. It wasn't until he woke you again that you grumbled a low, "Don't move. I'm comfortable," against the pulse throbbing in his throat.

His quiet chuckle woke you up completely then as he kept moving, "I'm sure you are since you’re using me as your pillow, Love, but my back is hurting. I’ve got to get up. Besides, you need a shower and I've got to clean my floor now." Oh…he was sending you off again. You frowned into his neck but before he could pull your face away from his still sweat slicked neck that mask of nonchalance took over your features again.

Lips found yours in a gentle kiss before he pulled away, nudging your cheek with his nose as he tried to find your gaze. You glanced down though, looking at your still naked lower half as you tried to figure out how you were gonna extricate yourself from him in the smoothest way possible. Slowly you stood up, bracing yourself on his shoulders before you shuffled back. His feet lifted so they didn't get tangled in the pants still around your ankles and you bent to pull them back up into place and button them as quickly as you could.

John watched you, his own pants had been pulled up but the buttons hadn't been done back up yet. His fingers wrapped around your wrist as he stopped your hasty progress, "I'll see you later, yeah? We'll have an op to run soon, you won't be strapping this time. Full green light with us." You seemed to perk up at that, your brows lifting in surprise. No more strapping? A full kit and a full team. You hadn’t had that in a long time.

This was unexpected to say the least. Was this what sleeping your way to the top was like? Bypassing all those barriers that would have been up otherwise to get to the finish line as soon as possible. Was this favoritism? Were you the boss's secretary now? Holy shit you were the bimbo.

Kinda nice to be the bimbo though you had to admit. Satisfying and easy. Get the best fuck of your life and then get to go do the job you loved. Not a bad idea being the bimbo. "Yeah John, I'll see you later." You finished the last closure on the pants before you turned back to ask him with a tilted head, "Just to clarify,” his head tilted in question, prompting you to continue. “Do you prefer to be called Captain, Price, or sir when on mission?" His smile reached his eyes at that comment as he pulled you towards him, getting himself a handful of ass before assaulting your mouth with his own hungrily.

When he pulled away his mouth buried into the space between your shoulder and your neck. His beard scratched at your sensitive skin, leaving that telltale beard burn he always did when he touched you with it. That deep, gravelly voice answered in a quiet threat, "Call me those last two again and you won't be going at all. I'll break you over this desk right now." His breath tickled your skin and you couldn't help the twitch as you fought to pull away with an amused smile at him.

You pushed him back to keep him an arms length away. Looking into those blue hues as you nodded, "Aye aye Captain." His eyes shot down to your lips even as you pulled away, backing up towards the door. "Two rights and a left to get out?" He nodded and you slipped out of his office smoothing the front of your shirt. A shower, a quick walk for Cerberus, and then some sleep. If you could sleep at all.

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yanderes-galore · 2 months

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Heres the second one

Second one is a Dragon Age: Inquisition with a Yandere Verric Tethras Concept, he's the dwarven character companion

I love him cuz of his chest hair

Okay! I watched a retrospective on the series and watched character lore/analysis for Varric before writing this. Despite that things may be off, so please bear with me. Sorry it took so long :( The wiki doesn't give me his personality so I had to do some guessing. I'll take feedback as this is my first Dragon Age fic.

Yandere! Varric Tethras Concept

Pairing: Platonic/Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Blackmail/Deception, Some trauma, Subtle corruption via Red Lyrium, Overprotective behavior, Some Possessive behavior, Controlling behavior, Stalking, Mentioned possible kidnapping/isolation, Forced/Dubious companionship/relationship.

Varric, a dwarf and head of his family ever since his brother lost his mind... soon even becoming ruler of Kirkwall in Inquisition.

His family is primarily known for being merchants.

But they also seem (IMO) to have a mafia-like characteristic to them, as Varric always seems to have information you need and often helps his party out with obstacles.

Varric's primary weapon is a specialized crossbow named 'Bianca' and he is primarily good-hearted in nature.

Varric is also known to be a storyteller, specifically for tragedies.

He is a good friend of Hawke, which could be a way you meet him.

Or perhaps you met the dwarf in a tavern.

Either way, Varric likes to make friends with his companions.

He appreciates kind and thoughtful acts and, despite his background, is a good person.

Varric is a rogue and monitors a "spy network" in his family, which is no doubt how he gets his information.

In terms of making him yandere... here's my theory.

Perhaps we can involve Red Lyrium in some way... as Varric has some experience with it.

It wouldn't be enough to fully corrupt him... but maybe that could drive him to do more obsessive acts?

For this concept I'll say you're a companion of Hawke, someone Varric has to work with often.

As a result he naturally tries to get to know you and be your friend.

Despite the dwarf's friendly nature... he is skilled with diplomacy, lying, and blackmail.

So I feel Varric is capable of being manipulative to get what he wants.

His friendly nature may make you trust him, but you can hear distrust from other companions.

Despite this he is very loyal.

In terms of what intention he'd be more likely to have as a yandere, I'd say he may be more likely to be a platonic yandere.

I'm not saying he can't be a romantic yandere, I just believe it would take longer due to his past.

Varric is a good friend, he could also be a good partner, but I think his yandere tendencies would be from Red Lyrium exposure.

Sure, he's already capable of manipulative actions, but he wouldn't use them to get you unless he was driven by something darker.

Red Lyrium would be a perfect cause for his obsessive behavior since his story involves it.

Varric starts off very friendly and compassionate towards you.

As you travel with Varric and/or Hawke, he's always spinning some tale for you to listen to.

He is charming to listen to and is playful with the way he speaks to you.

Even before Red Lyrium alters his way of thinking he is protective and caring towards you.

You're a close friend, one he begins to trust as you two bond.

Despite his mischievous side... he isn't that bad to be around.

Although when he's around Red Lyrium more often, like in Dragon Age Inquisition, his behavior gets more corrupted.

It's not enough to completely take over... but enough to alter his feelings towards you.

This corruption may either make him a paranoid and overprotective friend who won't leave you alone...

Or make him interpret blooming romantic feelings as feelings of possession.

He isn't fully in control of such behavior, but there's times he's lucid.

I feel like Red Lyrium affecting him would make him feel guilty.

After all... he thinks of his brother.

He doesn't want to harm you, but here he is...

He's manipulating you, stalking you, blackmailing you and lying to you to get you to stay.

There's times he apologizes... although there's other times he just won't let you go, gripping your hand tightly.

Varric hates being a thug, not really wanting to use violence to make others comply.

However, as Red Lyrium makes him Overprotective/Possessive of you... he does think of just using his crossbow to remove perceived threats.

His obsession/corruption makes him paranoid.

He feels he can lose you if he isn't careful.

So in his mind he should stick by you, keep you safe... keep you his.

Even in this mindset he somewhat trusts Hawke with you... but dislikes The Inquisitor around you.

He's shown to be more jealous at times in this state to.

You want to get Varric help, or even distance yourself from him.

Yet Varric never seems to have you out of his sight.

He always seems to know everything about you.

After all... you're companions... there's no need to fear him.

Varric gets increasingly more affectionate towards you.

Hand holding, hugs... kisses if his intentions turn romantic due to his corruption.

How obsessive he is begins to scare you.

Far are you know there's no cure for the mild corruption Varric is experiencing.

So his mindset towards you may get worse and worse...

Who knows how long it will be before Varric feels the only way to keep you safe is in a cell...

A feat easier than you think once he's ruler of Kirkwall.

#yandere dragon age #yandere dragon age 2 #yandere dragon age inquisition #yandere varric tethras

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moonshinemusings · 1 year

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i really enjoy your headcanons! Can you pleeeaaassee do it for my baby boy Alex :,) i love the ones with Alex. Love youu!!!

Thank you, I'm really glad you like them! Here are some more of my thoughts about Alex :)

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General Alex Keller headcanons (Pt.1)

Warnings: slight mentions of canon typical violence

A/N: there are so many mentions of food in this?? I'm sorry, I just have some very specific thoughts about him lol

• I'm a firm believer this man runs hot like a furnace no matter the season. In the summer he should be suffering, but somehow he's used to the heat

• Dog person. When people say dogs look like their owners they are talking about him. He probably owns a beige labrador or a golden retriever

• He's good with most animals, but bigger ones like cows or horses kinda intimidate him. Only at first though, when he gets to spend some time with them he really enjoys their presence

• The only animals he really dislikes are birds. No specific reason, he just does

• He's somewhat an artistic soul; he likes to write song lyrics (although he can't really sing), design new tattoos for himself, try to scribble poems

• Alex loves specifically the pink cotton candy. As a kid he used to eat them often and they are still a comfort food of his

• Despite that, he likes salty and savory things over sweets

• An exception is vanilla pudding because he could eat it for the rest of his life. His second favorite is the caramel flavour

• He also looks like the average honey-mustard chicken enjoyer. With pasta. You know what, I think he LOVES any kinds of pasta

• He's also a fruit lover, his favorites are tangerines and strawberries. He totally eats his apple slices with peanut butter too

• Loves pizza even when he knows it's stereotypical. His mother used to make really good home made ones when he was younger and he never really grew out of the "I can eat a whole pizza in one sitting" phase

• Also, when he's drunk he always craves pizza, no matter where they are or how much he had to drink

• Speaking of, he can hold his tequila but weak to beer. Shots do almost nothing to him, but a few beers and he's down

• When he's drunk and gets together with Gaz and/or Soap, everyone is going to suffer from their volume and pranks. The amount of bullshit that can come out of their mouths those times is honestly impressive

• Still, he's king of respecting women tbh. If there is someone who's going to be polite and won't cross any boundaries even when in a pub shitfaced, it's him

• Alex is one of the worst when it comes to gossip because he wants to know all the tea. It's hilarious when he tells something he just heard to Farah and she already knows

• He's naturally easy-going and laidback, most know him for his friendliness as a close second to his abilities

• He's really good with kids. Alex is like the fun cousin you only meet at family gatherings, but those times he teaches you some tricks and tells the best stories you will forever remember

• He has one specific sniper rifle that he has gotten from his father at a young age. It can't usually be with him on missions because he has an assigned weapon, but when he can he takes the chance to use it on the field

• His favourite colors are green and red

• Most of his tattoos don't hold any deep meaning, only a few represent something/remind him of something/someone

• The codename Echo 3-1 is really close to his heart for some reason, if he could he'd keep it forever

• He's not a big fan of coffee, but still drinks it for the caffeine and out of habit

• He has occassional nightmares and night terrors (which soldier doesn't), but they are not as frequent as they used to be when he was younger

• Opposite of what others may believe, his hair takes like 5 minutes to style in the morning. Sometimes he puts some gel on it when it has already started to grow a little longer, but otherwise he just ruffles it and let's it do what it wants

• Some has told him before that he'd be a great leader, but Alex always denied it. He doesn't feel like he's cut out for that kind of responsibility

• He often bickers with Price, but only outside of missions. He's a pro at knowing when to take something seriously or joke about and that makes him really efficient in the field

• Alex often puts others before him, which almost cost him his life a few instances before. He doesn't think it would have been in vain though

• He loves to spend time in the nature, going on hikes, camping or hanging around the beach all day. Doesn't matter as long as he's outside

• As a kid, he tried to play football but hated it

• He used to be really good at math, but somehow as he got older he just gradually became worse

• In school he was the best at geography, communications and for a while math (as mentioned)

• He doesn't per se have a problem with flying, but would much rather travel through cars or other vehicles on the ground. They are much more comfortable, even if he likes being high up (hence his sniper position)

• When he was a kid, he didn't think about joining the army, although his father was a marine. He thought he was going to get a scholarship somewhere with his sport abilities or just land a decent place at a regular university. Turns out life had different plans, but he didn't regret it one bit

• He's totally the type to use emojis like 💀 and🧍🏻‍♀️ or the crying one when he laughs at something

• He's great at household chores and keeping the place running

• Alex can't exactly cook, but he can adjust just a few ingredients in a boxed food mix. It always turns out heavenly and no one can tell he didn't make all of it

• Deals well with horror movies but doesn't really like them

• Okay this last one if really specific and random at the same time, but he 100% eats the little chocolate roll things out of this wafer mix and no one can convince me otherwise

#cod #call of duty #cod modern warfare #modern warfare #cod alex #alex keller #echo 3 1 alex #headcanons #alex headcanons

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og-danny-dorito · 1 year

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Can I have a short fic or headcanons of Hellboy and his elvish girlfriend?

A/N: heyo!! of course! i'm sorry for responding so late, and i wanted to warn you that this turned out to be more of me describing how the reader and hellboy got together more than as his girlfriend. i used the elves from the movie as a reference, but if you meant in the traditional fantasy sense please let me know and i can change the wording around to fix it. i also went a little haywire with this one since the creative caveman brain was just off the rails today so i apologize for that. i hope you enjoy regardless though!! sorry again for the length and also the weird second divisions, tumblr on laptop has a weird character limit rule now ^^;

[ CATEGORY ]: SFW

Hellboy With An Elvish! Girlfriend

CW: long post, feminine reader (warning for those who are uncomfortable or dysphoric with feminine descriptions or connotations)

TW: parental death, discrimination

honestly?? no hate to liz i love her dearly but i genuinely think someone who looks physically different would be the best for him

not for attractiveness' sake but because they would understand more of what its like to feel the way he does

i mean if you've grown up almost entirely with other elves in Bethmora, then you probably won't have a lot of experience with trying to blend in but for the sake of the post we'll go with the timeline where you were cast out from a young age and had to live alongside humans

your parents had told you of a distant past where humans and mythos lived alongside one another in harmony, undisturbed by things like environmental disease and pollution

but greed overtook humans, leaving the remains of the mythos' culture scattered and torn, just like your family

once your parents passed away you were cast out for wanting to live outside of Bethmora since your parents made it clear that while human beings were capable of great evil, they were equally as capable of great good. you didn't want to give up on them just yet.

but time hardened you, and so did hiding yourself from the outside world. living in underground the city amongst those who understood the struggle of not feeling like you fit in was comforting enough for you to get by without the embarrassment of going back “home”, but your specific set of expiriences made it hard for you to really connect with others once you became an adult

that was, until you met him.

when you first see him, hellboy is scary. he's tall, big, and this deep shade of red that reminds you of the feeling of rage and power. its something that makes you cower in spot when he walks up, gun firm at his hip as he... asks for directions

right. okay. directions.

you grew up here, so you know your way around pretty well, but he makes it kind of hard to think straight with all his staring. he probably thinks you look funny if you're being honest, but you try to ignore it as you bring him over to a lone vendor at the end of the street

he's kind of... brash. from what you can tell. the entire walk there was silent but he seems to have plenty of words for the vendor who honestly can't understand a word he's saying

you can tell they're both getting more aggravated by the second so, in a moment of clarity you offer to translate

the language, though complex and mostly lost to time and lack of native speakers, rolls easily off your tongue as you explain what he's looking for

living around these parts meant you picked up a lot of languages in your time, so acting as this weird strangers translator isn’t that much of a problem for you. it lessens the chance of blood being spilt, anyways

it doesn't take you long to get him the information he needs (more directions it seems, but not for any place or thing you know about)

he's quiet for a second after you translate, staring down at you with a steely but... bemused look? curious? you can't really tell in the dim lighting, but before you can open your mouth to break the uncomfortable silence, he speaks

"You ever consider working for the government?"

and the rest is history. it didn't take you long to move into your own room at the BPRD, where you met a few of Hellboy's (tall red guy, he was astronomically less scary than you thought he was once you got to know him) coworkers including Abe, a friendly blue fish guy that was more than fascinated with your life stories. you almost felt bad for him for being stuck in a tank most of his life, he would’ve been an excellent traveling buddy

but anyway Hellboy was, as previously stated, a lot less scary than you originally thought him to be. sure he was tall and imposing and could most definitley rip someones limbs off if he wanted to, but he also liked old human music bands like Motley Crue and Queen. he also, to your surprise, had a VERY strong affinity for cats

needless to say the two of you become close over a very short period of time. having your rooms be next to each other certainly made running into each other a lot easier, but if you were being honest knowing him is the first time you ever really felt like someone... got it

certain feelings, certain struggles and pains you thought you faced alone were shared by him, more deeply than a way you ever thought possible. being hated for your appearance and heritage was something he knew all too well, and never feeling like you ever truly knew where you came from was one of the many things both of you had long, drawn out talks over

it was only a matter of time before you began to feel more than just... friendly feelings for him. it was just approaching them that was the issue

but thankfully you wouldn't have to considering he accidentally told on himself while he was drunk LMAO

like obviously he tried to play it off like he totally didn't remember what he said the next morning even though he was nuzzled into your shoulder while hugging you and telling you how much of a coward he felt like for just not being able to say that he wanted you ("I feel like shit, Y/n." "Why...?" "I'm such- I'm such a fucking wimp. I can't even say I like you. Do you know how that feels, too?" "A little too well, Red.")

but after hearing from abe how upset you were about him pretending to not know about it he called you to his room once he knew you were settled down for the day to talk

you obviously assumed the worst considering you were pretty sure he was going to turn you down, expecting something along the lines of "it wasn't meant for you" or "i can only ever see you as a friend"

preparing yourself for the dissapointment makes it a lot easier, but as soon as you walked in and saw him dejectedly sitting on the dge of his bed like a child in trouble, you knew something wasn't like you predicted

his face is a little more red than it usually is (hard to tell, but you can tell he's embarrassed by the fact that he won't hold eye contact. that or he's ashamed of himself.), and he pats space next to him

you sit down gently so as not to freak him out, and he takes the lead with the conversation by apologizing

"I'm uh- really sorry for last night. I didn't mean to-"

but you stop him, a small smile on your face as you place a hand on his admittedly too-large bicep. its hard not to feel small next to him sometimes, but it doesnt help the hurt in your heart as you look up at him

"Red- honey. It's okay. I know it wasn't meant for me."

there's a pause.

"Huh?"

"I know it wasn't meant for me. It's okay, I'm not angry with you."

"Wh- No. It WAS meant for you."

you shake your head a little bit. it's getting hard to hold back tears. you always hated that about yourself- being so emotional made it difficult to keep it together in sensitive times like these

"You don't need to lie to me, I'm not going to take it pers-"

"No Y/n, you don't understand. I am in love with you."

oh.

OH.

oh god, you feel kind of stupid. i mean it takes a second to actually sink in but god he was actually in love with you? so you weren't like, hung up over someone who would never want you back??

admittedly you almost don't believe him, thinking it to be some kind of cruel joke at your expense, but the desperate, confused look in his eyes is enough to give it away; he's not lying, and he never would. not about this. not to you.

your stunned silence goes unnoticed to you and, before you can process it, it looks like his face is dropping in realization. he's under the impression you don't like him back or something insane like that.

"Oh. I uh- forget it."

"WH- No no wait! Sorry I just needed a second to process. I like you too!! I just- I couldn't really believe it? I mean I just- I didn't think you'd ever like me back. Ever. It's just a lot to take in."

"Oh. Got it."

you two fucking dorks just kinda like?? sit there for a second before you finally look back at him. once the information has finally sunk in you smile at him, all wide and toothy as you place your hands on his own in his lap. he's still blushing, but it flares up again once he realizes how close you are

"Does this mean we're a thing now?"

you swear you feel the room get warmer just from the blood rushing to his face alone. but he's smiling a little bit!! that's more than you've seen him smile at like.. anything. it makes you smile in turn and, as the night goes on, things return mostly to normal

its rocky at first considering neither of you really know what to do, but if there's one thing you two are good at its communication

having a long standing friendship means that you already trust each other fairly deeply, so talking through things isn't nearly as hard as it normally would be. he feels comfortable enough to share his insecurities with you, so talking to you about other things is so much easier for him

in turn, you do the same. your relationship is built on trust and understanding, and the two of you are almost made for each other. you've gone through the most same struggles and pain trying to blend in in a world that doesn't feel like it was meant for you, and although your issues are unique to you as individuals it means a lot to both him and you to have someone that knows what being so different feels like

but aside from all the super deep stuff that builds the fundamentals of your relationships you also focus on the simple things too!! like for instance he LOVES the fact that you're smaller than him because he can quite literally just pick you up and carry you around if he wants to

he already did that shit normally but if you think you aren't getting picked up and taken away in the middle of a conversation with someone you are GREATLY mistaken. not paying attention to him? took. he wants you to see this cool thing he thought you'd like but you're too invested in paperwork? took. you will get Took and he will ignore your complaints about it (unless you really hate it then he'll apologize and put you down ofc)

if you like to do your makeup you bet your ass he'll watch you the whole time. he won't admit that he wants to try on some lipgloss but when you finally get him to say it he'll say something stupid and suave like "Well kiss me then." and wait for you to share 🙄

if you try to take his clothes to wear them anywhere except to sleep he will try on your clothes

he ripped your shirt one time trying to fit it over his chest and when you said his boobs were too big he covered his chest like an embarrassed maiden LMAO

it goes without saying but he likes to act like he's tough and shit with his beers and big hammer hand but as soon as you're around he can't keep up his hardass front anymore. it gets SO difficult to not laugh when you make jokes that you know he'll find funny but a good portion of your relationship is him acting all tough and manly and you just showing up and him relaxing instantly

Thank You For Reading!! :]

#can you tell that i think abt him often #hellboy #hellboy 2004 #hellboy 2 the golden army #hellboy 2019 #hellboy headcanon #hellboy imagine #hellboy headcanons #hellboy imagines

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