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sh1-n0bu · 1 year

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Hi!

Is it okay for me to request a sub xiao?

Where the reader continues to edge him and tug at his collar prasing him.

and then at the end completely overstimulates him and praises him.

Can the reader call xiao cute petnames too?

like good boy, cutie, sweetie and etc please?

♡︎ 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙠𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙮 ♡︎

characters: sub!xiao x nb!dom!reader

warnings: collaring, praise, dacryphillia, overstimulation, edging, small hints of corruption, light petplay, cock can be read as strap on, reader is an immortal but what they are can be completely up to you.

notes: forgive me nonnie, i took so long to write this😔i’m starting to think writer’s block is catching up to me

nevermind. all i needed was to see xiao on the official stream break to get motivated again😍❗️

you and xiao first met centuries ago, shortly after the archon war has ended, the seven seats of the heavenly principles had gotten their victors. when you had first ran into the yaksha the poor thing was caught up in his own karmic debt, suffering the consequences of his own actions, writhing in agony. he tried to push you away but you were a thousands year old immortal who has seen everything teyvat had to offer.

the beginning of you two’s relationship was definitely odd and trippy for sure. however over time, when xiao figured out you were immortal just like him, he slowly began to open up. first it started with simple little talks and grunts, then the full blown chatting about everything phase began. soon that evolved to you and xiao opening up to each other about your pasts, deeds, mistakes and successes. and before you two could even understand the relationship you two have is what humans call “romantic love”, there you two were, holding each other close, stripping each other naked, learning about all sorts of pleasure.

it took a long time just for xiao to start talking with you, so of course sex life was incredibly slow and gentle between you and the yaksha. but slowly the more nights you spend with xiao, the more you realized he really enjoys being referred to as “kitty”.

at first it your thousands year old stubborn self found it odd since from what xiao told you, his true form is that of a bird’s not a cat. however soon you grew to love it for the sight of the cold and unstoppable yaksha, being reduced to a crying, babbling mess underneath you, clinging to you tightly and begging for you to fill him up was greatly addicting. which is what led to now.

“AANH~! nyaah! [n-nameee]…” whining and sobbing your name loudly with his red eyeliner running down his cheeks, xiao pawed at your finger curled around the soft collar around his neck. you’ve been forcing him to continue riding your cock for hours and it fucking hurt. not to mention your other hand was wrapped around the tip of his cock, toying with the tip slightly before putting your thumb over the slit of his cock when it starts to twitch violently. his poor tiny cocklet was already an angry red, twitching whenever your thumb would circle over the sensitive, slick tip.

“it’s alright kitty. keep riding me. you’re doing such an amazing job, kitty” cooing soft praises and tugging on the collar around his neck again to guide his hips to slam down onto your cock, you ignored his sobs and pleas for you to let him cum. it feels better, he knows that! but he just can’t help but be so greedy!

your big, fat, cock rearranging his insides, splitting his ass open, your voice cooing honeyed words into his ear, your hand teasingly, painfully rubbing at the slit of his twitching, red cock was just all too much for him. even though it’s not the first time you two are having sex, it feels like it is.

to the tiny, trembling, wailing yaksha on your lap, your dick just makes his eyes roll to the back of his skull, reaching places he never thought was even there. it just hits on all the right spots so good and his mind can’t comprehend the praises flowing out of your mouth.

noticing how your sweet boyfriend’s head was already fucked stupid with his hazy eyes and gibberish nonsense, you smiled sweetly before finally letting go of his cock. holding onto his waist tightly before thrusting up into his sloppy hole, creating more loud, wet, squelching sounds you can barely make out what he’s saying.

“aaannhg~! nyaAAH~! t-there—sho good! [name]—sho good♡︎” blabbering drunken words, he couldn’t even hear you calling him sweet nicknames at all. finally cumming all over his and your tummy with a loud squeal when you harshly thrusting up into his sensitive spot, your lovely kitty fell on top of your chest, shuddering and twitching, too lost in the pleasure. managing to only weakly whimper when you continued to fuck into his wet hole before mewling when he felt the familiar warmth of your cum shooting into his walls.

patting him on his head and cradling his trembling tiny body, you whispered another praise before cuddling him close.

“good kitty♡︎”.

#nobu.writes #sub!genshin impact #sub genshin impact #sub!genshin #sub genshin #sub!character #sub character #sub!xiao #sub xiao #x dom reader #dom!reader #dom reader #dom male reader #dom fem reader #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #xiao smut

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thecuriousquest · 1 year

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Mistakes Were Made

Yandere TodoBakuDeku x Reader

Warnings: Kidnapping, spanking, bondage

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You cried the entire way home. You sobbed and pleaded for mercy from your captors Shoto, Bakugou, and Izuku.

Currently slung over the volatile blonde’s shoulder, you had no way of escaping because of his tight grip on the back of your thighs.

Even if you could somehow manage to pull off slipping out of Bakugou’s hold, Shoto and Izuku are flanking you.

Bakugou slaps your thigh and tells you to be quiet because you’re giving him a headache. You squeak and try to tone down the volume of your sobs.

“Kacchan, she’s not going to learn from you spanking her like that,” Izuku tells him.

You think he’s sticking up for you until he has no problem with what Icy Hot says next.

“Yeah, you should’ve hit her harder,” Shoto quips indifferently.

Bakugou smirks and powers up a small explosion in his hand as he delivers a sound spank to your semi-exposed butt, forcing a pained wail from the depths of your soul. They force you to wear a white night dress 24/7 with spaghetti straps. It barely reaches mid-thigh, but due to having been put over Katsuki’s shoulder, the dress has risen up a bit.

“What are you going to do to me?” You whimper into Bakugou’s lower back.

You’re surprised by Izuku’s answer. “Be quiet. We’re too angry to deal with you right now, let alone talk to you. Just obey us.”

Izuku was being uncharacteristically cold. He was the warm sunlight out of the three. He usually tried to help you in situations you got yourself into where you needed to be punished. The other two are acting exactly as you would suspect. Shoto is acting like he’s bored with the entire thing, but you know that’s only a front. Deep down, you know you royally pissed him off. Bakugou, however, doesn’t have any problems displaying his anger.

At the house, you don’t even get one last glimpse at the outside world. Shoto is blocking your way, and before you know it, Deku is closing the door behind him, locking it with the key you had stolen earlier while they were all asleep.

Bakugou hears you start crying loudly again and he rolls his eyes. “You know, you’ve already pissed all of us off. You really wanna make it worse, brat?”

He sets you down and locks you into a chair by your wrists and ankles.

“We can’t punish her right now. Let’s just talk in the kitchen,” Izuku voices with his arms crossed.

The other two nod in agreement and leave your view as they go into another room. You’re left wondering what’s going to happen. You hate feeling so vulnerable and out of control. That’s why you tried to escape. You hate living here with these three psychos, and you know things are going to get a lot worse from here on out.

You’re left there for what feels like hours before they return. Shoto, Bakugou, and Izuku sit on the couch across from you.

“Here’s what’s going to happen, Y/N,” Izuku starts off. You know you’re in deep shit because he’s not using any of your nicknames. “You’re going to be in the basement for a month. All of your outside privileges are revoked, and when it’s time for you to start sleeping in your room again, you’ll be wearing a chain.”

“After you’re done in the basement, while we’re home, you’ll be doing nothing but chores. You better do it with a fucking smile too. I don’t wanna see any bitchiness from you.” Bakugou glares at you after he finishes explaining the second part of your punishment.

Shoto stands up and walks over to you, running his fingers over your cheek lightly. “You’re going to be good for us from now on.” It wasn’t a question. You had to be if you wanted any chance of living.

Sniffling, you nod and tell him exactly what he wants to hear. “Yes, Shoto, I’ll be good for all of you.”

#yandere #my hero acedamia #tw kidnapping #shoto todoroki #katsuki bakugou #izuku midoriya #yandere shoto todoroki #yandere bakugou #yandere izuku #todobakudeku

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titaniasfairy · 4 months

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edging johnny would be so fun, don’t you think?

cw: sub!soap,dom!reader, handjob, edging

18+ mdni

you knew he’d be squirming about, so you tied his wrists together with the silk blindfold he uses on you!

he’s sitting in between your legs, his back against your chest as you stroke his hair (and his cock).

your pretty hands are running up and down his throbbing length, the slick sounds of lube mixed with pre-cum bouncing off the walls.

he can’t help but wail when your finger runs along his tip just right . you try to shush him by petting his cheek, but he just keeps whining!

his big balls are so full of cum that you just won’t let out! his hips buck whenever your hand grazes over his tip and his toes curl when your grip around his dick tightens.

johnny is so close to his orgasm, but every time he’s just about to cum you cruelly take your hand off of him. his eyes squeeze shut every time you leave him hanging, he can’t stand to see the sight of his cock like this.

he’s breaking out into broken sobs each time you deny his release, mumbling incoherent nonsense filled with “please” and “it hurts” and “baby”.

when you place your hand back on his leaking cock, he whines out in a wimpy pathetic voice.

“please let me cum, bonnie. been a good boy f’you, haven’t i?”

his words hit your heart, along with your core and you just can’t deny him any longer. you run your fingers through his disheveled mohawk and your thumb strokes his cheek gently. letting out a sigh, you tell him that you’ll finally let him cum.

“thank you, thank you, thank you. i’ll be so good, i promise.”

johnny doesn’t have to tell you, you already know that he’ll behave for you. he always does. you carefully wrap your hand around his length and begin stroking slowly.

his head leans back in awe, whispering thank you’s and various praises to you. with every stroke, johnny lets out a sigh in pleasure or a quiet moan, finally getting what he wants.

as his noises grow louder, you know he’s close. your hand gradually speeds up its strokes and your grip on johnny’s hair tightens. you glide your hand over his tip and he shudders loudly.

“you gonna cum, baby? gonna explode all over my hand, hm?” johnny nods vigorously and bucks his hips into your hand.

“fuck- yes! yes i’m almost there, i’m gonna cum f’you, love.”

“go on, then cum.”

johnny groans loudly and thrusts himself up into the air. but when his orgasm finally hits, your hand releases his cock and johnny is left with an empty, ruined orgasm.

it only takes a moment for johnny to notice, and he’s sobbing and whining in your arms. his cum is splayed across his hard abs and his dick is softening, but the feeling of insatisfaction lingers in his core.

“you promised, bonnie! wasn’t i a good boy?”

“sorry, johnny. i guess my hand slipped.”

tag list- @glossysoap , @soapsgf

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autisticlancemcclain · 11 months

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Pidge dreams of a swamp. She wakes up hot and sweaty and miserable. She’s sticky, all over, and especially below the waist. The air smells of iron.

“Oh, fuck,” she mutters, and bursts into tears.

She knew this was coming. She’s fifteen — beyond a late bloomer, really — but some part of her hoped she would hold off on it. Forever, maybe.

Or at least until she’s with her mama again.

She drags herself upright, gagging at the feeling of wet sheets smearing on her bare legs. The smell of blood is almost overwhelming (Lance not moving behind them blasted already barely woke up blood everywhere whole room smells nothing she can do Hunk knocked out covering her six information is vital they can’t pull back nothing she can do Keith scratched to hell lightyears away Red yelling nothing she can do Allura dragged away by the Galra they’re hurting her on the way own splitting the skin nothing she can do her team her friends her family broken and hurting nothing she can do never anything she can do). She shoves her face into her knees, trying to muffle her cries, but they burst out of her, rough and raw and scared and mourning. She chokes on her own sobs, wailing, everything hitting her at once.

Panic that is not her own pushes at the back of her mind, head butting her brain.

Cub, the Green Lion says, distressed. Breathe, cub. Please.

“I want my mom,” Pidge wails. “She’s supposed to be here. She’s supposed to be here!”

I know you do. The Green Lion’s tone is gentler, this time. Less prodding, more…resigned, almost. Pained. I know, Kathleen.

Pidge’s Lion tries to placate her, flooding her brain with comfort and love, but Pidge can feel herself getting hysterical, feel her breathing getting short.

“I wanna go home, I wanna go home, I wanna go home —”

“Pidge?”

The door creaks loudly, making Pidge flinch, and faint light shines into the room. The smell of juniberries pierces through the pungent smell of blood. A soft hand rests on the back of her tangled hair, brushing through the knots.

“Oh, Katie,” Allura sighs. She slides her hand down to Pidge’s shoulder and pulls her close, squeezing her gently. Pidge goes willingly — Allura isn’t her mother, and she’s nothing like her mother, but Allura is sweet and kind and knows everything, and Pidge needs that right now.

“Just take some time, asteraki. We’ll figure it out soon.”

Pidge leans into it. Her lower stomach aches, constantly, and her eyes sting. She still feels sticky and gross. She needs to comfort. She cries until she doesn’t think she can anymore.

“Okay,” Allura says gently, God knows how long later. “Come on up, okay? Let’s go to the washroom. I’ll draw a bath.”

Pidge drags herself out of the bed, stumbling after her. Allura tests the water three times, making sure it’s perfect, and dumps in way too many bubbles. She helps Pidge out of her ruined bottoms, guiding her into the bath. She carefully rubs shampoo into Pidge’s hair, rubbing out the pain in her roots, combing out the tangles.

She says nothing for hours, just quietly helping Pidge put herself back together. She drains the bath when it goes lukewarm, laying out fresh clothes. She strips the sheets, tossing them in a random hamper, and turns over clean ones, guiding Pidge into them.

“Move over,” she says, when Pidge settles into the middle. She glances at Allura in mild surprise, too tired to summon up something more verbal, but complies. To her further surprise Allura scoots in after her, half-reclining against the headboard. She gently tugs Pidge towards her until she gets the hint, leaning against Allura’s chest, gripping her shirt. Allura’s hands slide into her hair again, twisting the wet curls.

“My mom prepared me for my period,” Pidge says quietly.

Allura hums, gesturing for Pidge to continue.

“She told me what supplies to use, what to expect. Very scientific, my mom. But it was just — I don’t know. I wanted her to be there. I wanted to talk to her about it, when it happened.”

“My experience was similar,” Allura says quietly. “I had a — list of letters, from my mother. She knew she was ill, that she wasn’t going to be there for long, so she wrote a series of letters for me for various milestones. I had one for my first period, but it wasn’t…the same.”

Pidge squeezes her hand.

“This no mom shit sucks.”

Allura snorts. “It does.”

Allura keeps her hands clutched with Pidge’s. She holds her tightly, and Pidge doesn’t feel good, but she feels — better.

Big sisters make everythint better, Pidge is learning.

#apparently i can only write pidge angsty #vld #voltron #pidge #pidge holt #also i know her name is katherine but idc i like kathleen better #allura #princess allura #big sister allura #allura & pidge #pidge & allura #platonic love #pidge angst #my writing #fic

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heartfullofleeches · 1 year

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Make a lady yan who has all the worst traits of the others. We need more nasty women I would do anything for an irredeemable shithead of a lady. She’s got V’s unrepentant nastiness, or maybe Amyas’ wet cat energy, Devlin’s chaos gremlin energy, Milk Tea’s immoral dom energy, Eggnog’s adorable creep energy, I could go on for so long but the main point is lady yan with the nasty traits people usually don’t give lady characters because I will simp so hard and build her an altar in my closet 🫶 heavy are the hips that wear the strap or whatever the saying is and I am willing to support those hips 🥰

(Combining the traits of the first three, meet our lovely queen of nasty Calliope) [mentions of violence, death]

Ah...

What's she doing out here again? Alone in a big scary alleyway, with a complete stranger no less. She's reminded of her torment and mission as she thinks back to the other day - the happy memory of catching you out by yourself ruined by this....thing. Laughing at every passive comment you made, clinging to your arm like you were already date. How desperate could a person be? Then they had to go and actually ask you out. And you said yes. She nearly lost her lunch on the spot. Why do the confident people get everything in life....

"Can we please wrap this up?.. I got get back inside and I have somewhere to be soon."

Right. Calliope swallows her non-existent pride and relaxes her fists in her pockets. There was still a chance. Every now and then there were the "good" ones. People who took pity on those like her if they sucked up enough. All she had to do was look weak, which was easier said than done despite her appearance. Think, think.. She thinks about what will happen if she doesn't. Your first day with it. It holding your hand, kissing you on the cheek, getting to watch you undress before bed.

"U-um... I overheard you asking someone out the other day and I-I was wondering if you... If you wouldn't mind letting me try my chances with them first!!"

The stranger grimaces, looking at her like a carcass on the side of the road - then anywhere but. It's too obvious. Her teeth chatter too loudly for the quivering of her lips to be noticed. Her eyes are too sunken and heavy with depravation to pull off that cutesy big eyed look. She's too pathetic for even this to work. Go figure.

"Look.. I get that this is hard, but I really like them too. I'm sure you'll find someone else who's right for you."

Right for her? There's nobody better for her than you. She picked you out as her only before you first spoke to each other - given you hadn't even done that yet. This fucker doesn't know what it's like. It probably wasn't even love at first sight like it was for Calliope. Either way it was clear they weren't going to give you up. And yet....

"Please! I need them! You don't know what my life will be like if I have to see them with someone else!"

The stranger, obviously taken aback as she latches on their arm tries to shove her off. Her fingers imprint on their skin as she twists their wrist. "Get off of me!"

"Please! Just one chance! I can make my confession better. I'm better for them than you'll ever be!"

"Get off!"

Wrangling free of her increasing grip, the stranger pushes Calliope as hard and far away from them as they can - air flying from her chest as she hits the brick way behind her. Winding, she slides to the filthy alley street - the weight in her pocket dragging her down. She clutches her side with her right hand. That hurt. There's stars in her vision. Tears too. It's not fair.

The panic and agitation on the stranger's face contorts as the water works start. Calliope ugly sobs into the open air, not carrying for the attention she was drawing to herself. She wails and pulls her knees into her chest as she shrinks against the wall. They cautiously step towards her which makes her flinch.

"Please don't hurt me.."

"Take it easy. I wasn't going to."

They offer her their hand. She takes it as she stands, hair falling over her eyes.

"That's a real shame."

She pulls her left hand out of her pocket, producing a rusty hammer.

"Cuz I was planning on hurting you from the start."

Calliope stomps down on their foot as it hits them. Head side up, she brings the hammer down on their skull; glee bubbling within her as the wet thunk rings throughout the vacant passage way. The stranger staggers backwards. Calliope jumps in place, taunting them by beckoning them forward. When they don't move she advances, steadies her arm - and strikes again, aiming closer to their eye socket.

Her body is so jittery she misses her mark, but she still gets a good blow to their upper cheek. They spit blood, flesh discolored from the bursted vessels in their face. Grinning from ear to ear, speckles of crimson spray across her lips and teeth, even hitting her tongue as she drawn back with maniacal shriek of laughter. She head butts then for the next attack, nose crunching from the weight behind it. As their legs start to wobble, Calliope takes the burden off them by sweeping them and pouncing on them once they fall. Unable to defend, she unleashes bow after blow. Rant after rant between her manic giggles.

"You."

Crack.

"Fucking."

Slam.

"Idiot! Did you really think I was going to let you win?!? They're mine. Mine!"

She hits them over and over, long after their twitching had stopped. There isn't a face anymore. Just broken shards of bone sticking through the pink, fleshy meat once enclosed in their head. Just meat. That's all it ever was, and would be. Calliope gets out a few more chuckles before she gets up. She starts to walk off when a phone chimes from somewhere. She grabs it from the coat on the ground. It's you, checking up whoever it belonged to. She's sure they're fine. There were more important matters at hand to be dealt with first.

"All good. What are you wearing tonight?;)"

#yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere x reader #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere x you #yandere #yandere blurb #yandere insert #monster reader #yandere drabble #female yandere #Calliope my oc

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cheegu3 · 10 days

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Heloo may I request a enhypen reaction when y/n killed themselves and left a note saying "this is all your fault"

Sorry if this makes you uncomfy

oh not at all, I was only on the fence about writing this bc idk if talking about this topic is allowed on tumblr, but I hope u didn’t feel a lot of anxiety when sending in this ask 😭 it is a little short so sorry abt that :c some of the notes are a bit different too to switch it up!

tw / trigger warning: yandere, dark themes, depression, suicide, self-harm, sad asf, cursing, violence, blood, suicide-note, vomiting, gun

pls do not read if this triggers or offends you or if you're struggling !!

Yandere!Enhypen - reaction to you unaliving yourself

Jungwon

He didn't know how to react when he found you dead. No tears fell down his face as he looked for a pulse, clutching your cold hand in his.

When he spotted a note lying a few meters away, a heavy sigh left his lips and he gave you a pained look.

' This is all because of you. If only you'd treated me like a normal boyfriend would, maybe we could've been soulmates. I hope you feel pain for the rest of your life. '

The more Jungwon stared at the note, blaming him for all of your pain and problems; the more he felt like he had to fight to hold back the tears that were itching to fall.

At the same time, he found a strange anger bubbling inside of him. Not only did you - the love of his life, leave him in this way but you had to wish him pain in your last breath too?

He became blinded by anger. The hand that was holding the note clenched and the paper crumbled under it.

He will try to stay alive just to spite you. Trying his best to move on and get happy, maybe fall in love again and find a family just so he could get his revenge; as you watched from above and realized you meant nothing to him.

But Jungwon never got over you, not really.

Heeseung

He got angry immediately, cussing you out and almost getting the urge to hit you. Instead, he took his anger out on a mirror and felt some sense of relief when he started to bleed.

He blamed himself of course. He had been wrong about how you were feeling, even though he often prided himself on having been able to read you like an open book.

He didn't notice your spark slowly dying out; the more he got angry the more he got jealous, and then the more you were punished for the smallest things.

It got to a point where you couldn't even live in the moment and enjoy the short times when he was a sweet boyfriend again, because you were always scared of what would tick him off a few seconds later.

' I'm sorry, Hee. I was so tired of fighting. I love you,

y/n. '

His vision blurred as tears filled his eyes. He could only manage to hold them back for a few seconds before he doubled over and sobbed loudly.

The room filled with loud wails of pain that would even make angels cry. Anyone that heard it would know just how much he loved you.

Heeseung clutched his chest right where his aching heart felt like it was being ripped out of him. '' I'm sorry, I'm so sorry baby, '' he kept whispering until he was tired of crying for hours and it turned into shaky murmurs.

He fell asleep, hoping it would be eternal, with your body in his arms; dried tears on his cheeks being replaced by new ones, as even in his sleep he couldn't escape seeing his lover.

Jay

It was the worst phone call he had ever received. He didn't know how to react after it ended, only staring blankly into the distance as his thoughts went crazy.

He needed to see you with his own eyes to believe it so he rushed home. His stomach sank when he spotted the ambulance. Quickly he pushed through the people to get to you.

But when he reached you and saw your lifeless body on the stretcher, he didn't know what to do yet again. A stupid voice inside him told him he should keep his cool in front of all the spectators, even while the love of his life lay dead in front of him.

Did he want to cry, scream, or hold you?

He lowered his eyes to get the image of you like that out of his head. Still in shock, he went inside, locked the doors, and shut the windows' blinds.

He stayed like that for days; barely eating, seeing the sun, or getting out of bed. No matter how bad his depression got and how the light at the end of the tunnel seemed to get further and further away, he still refused to cry.

There was a reason. Your note.

He had seen it while cleaning his house that day he got home. Not wanting to let his thoughts get to him, he started sterilizing and cleaning the whole house. When he then got to the bedroom, a small green note poked out underneath the bed.

He crouched and was about to throw it away until he turned it over and read the first and only line.

' this is all your fault '

And after that, he'd never be the same man again. Most days he wondered if he was even human anymore, he didn't feel anything.

Jake

'' Y/n! I'm home. ''

Jake's face scrunched up as he pouted when you didn't come running to him like usual. Something felt wrong, a bad feeling brewed in his stomach, growing in size the more he moved around in his apartment.

He went further in, peeking around the corners but not calling out for you anymore. It felt better to explain the bad feeling by thinking you were doing something you weren't supposed to, rather than you being hurt; so he moved quietly so he could catch you in the act.

Inside the office, you were nowhere to be found. He guessed you had snuck in there to write to your loved ones or maybe snoop through his stuff. Defeatedly he sighed and moved on, eyes getting caught by the door to the bedroom being slightly open.

Jake stopped in his step and turned back.

'' Y/n? Are you in there? Come out please, I just want to talk, '' he tried, his voice coming out a lot more whiny and desperate than he'd planned.

But he got no response except for silence. His worry grew. One deep breath later he pushed the door open before he could change his mind.

It slowly creaked open, revealing the room little by little. He fell to his knees and gasped.

You were lying in a pool of blood. At first, he felt a surge of anger - who could've done this to you? Then, his attention drifted to the small folded note next to you, and his heart sank.

'' No, please don't say...'' he trailed off, hurrying to unwrap the paper with so much panic that he almost ripped it.

' I wanted to meet my friend one last time, that's all I asked for, but like always it was about what you wanted. We both know that this was all your fault. '

Overcome with despair and grief it wouldn't take long for Jake to join you. He couldn't stand being apart, and he'd find you wherever you were, even in death.

Sunghoon

He felt very angry at you, not himself. Yes, he had dared you to do it while the two of you were in the middle of a screaming match but he hadn't expected you to actually pick up a gun.

The image of you staring at him, tears in your eyes, and that look on your face, which was the last he'd see of you, would forever be etched in his mind.

He couldn't sleep at night. It was like it was burned into the back of his eyes too.

Once your body fell to the floor with a thud, his eyes widened and his lips parted. He knew you were gone without even having to check your pulse.

'' Do it, '' those were his last words to the one person he loved.

He felt sick suddenly, rushing to the bathroom to throw up everything and then some more.

In that bathroom he stayed for hours, just staring blankly at the tiles on the wall, not saying a word or moving an inch. After the sun started setting outside and the light caught his eyes, he finally got up and went to where he had last left you.

You hadn't moved. Sunghoon crouched down next to you and started digging in your pockets for your phone. Something sharp brushed against his palm.

He took it out and saw that it was a note. Unraveling it, he discovered it was a suicide note you must've written a long time ago. Had you always had it on you? Just in case.

' I hate you '

He clenched his fist around the paper, it broke. '' Weak, '' he whispered under his breath and got up.

It was a coping mechanism to place all the anger on you. God knows what he would've done if he started letting that transfer to himself. But, even the anger couldn't stop him from missing you - every single day.

Sunoo

He would blame himself immensely, not having room to be mad at you at all. All that he felt for you was pity and empathy. He tried putting himself in your shoes for the first time and it was a heartbreak he'd never experienced before.

He went to school that day, so excited to see you, only to feel horror as he pushed through the crowd that had formed curiously and saw your body there.

It felt like slow-motion when the wind made you turn and you made eye contact with him. Whispers spread like wildfire all around him, surrounding him completely.

Sunoo felt confused and scared, his eyes darted around anxiously and he tried slipping out. Someone pushed him back.

'' You did this! ''

His head snapped up. A girl, your friend, was standing on the table overlooking the whole classroom. Her eyes were red from crying and in her hand, she was holding something white.

' I'm sorry to do this here, but it's because of my boyfriend, he's controlling and an obsessive, crazy person. I don't want anyone else to get hurt because of him. I'm sorry, I love you '

His world fell apart in an instant. He had no idea you'd been feeling like that, why didn't you tell him? He ran his fingers through his disheveled hair as he came to a realization - you did, and he didn't listen.

He was finally allowed to push through the crowd and run away from the school which he'd never again return to. Tears streamed down his face the whole way home, and they didn't stop even as he reached it.

In his mind, all the ' what if-s ' played. What if he fixed himself and was less obsessive, would you have stayed then? What if he was less jealous, would you have loved him back? What if...what if.

Ni-ki

He tried distracting his mind by both rationalizing it to soften the blow, saying '' we probably weren't made for each other anyway '', and trying to go on dates with other girls.

However, every time he did so, he'd zone out and wish that it was you sitting across from him instead. He started daydreaming which brought a smile to his face until it dropped almost as suddenly as it had come when he heard her voice and realized it wasn't you.

They could never be you.

Suddenly he was angry at them, cursing and telling them to leave him alone and to never text him again.

Deep down he knew he'd never love anyone like you again, and you were actually meant for him; but he hated admitting it and to spare himself from more pain, might never admit it.

That was the thing, you were meant for him. Not anymore; you didn't exist anymore, because of him. He knew that now that his soulmate was gone forever, his bleak days would never be lit up by you again.

Just thinking of that smile, the only one that managed to get through his tough and cold exterior, made him feel like crying or punching something.

He then thought of the note, which he often did, and your body at the morgue because he hadn't come home quick enough to see you, and for that he was grateful; seeing you like that would've driven him to the edge.

The note, the one that read, ' I'm sorry, Riki. I tried, I really did. I love you, -y/n '

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nothing0fnothing · 8 months

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I was selectively mute a lot more often when I was young. Autism will do that, but when you're a little girl with the weight of her families happiness on her back, it's magnified. I didn't have a word for it. I called it "sponsored silence". I just knew when I was silent the whole house could be. And that stillness, that peace... fuck man. It was good. I had no idea my family hated it. Actually, I was under the impression everyone preferred it. My mom was always crying out for peace in the house, my dad was always telling me to shut up. Knowing all I had to do was not talk and everyone would get what they wanted of course I would sacrifice something so small. So one day my sister starts mimicking me. She sees me being silent and getting no grief for it, so she wants to give it a go. The first day it was so good. We silently played together out of the way of the adults. Peaceful house. Day 2 was just as good. The adults put us to be early loudly commenting how good it is to have two silent kids. "It's like I never had them at all" my mom says out in the hallway with the door open. Encouragement. Incredible. I went to bed thinking I'd cracked the code for the normal household I always craved. Then it was day 3. My sister was younger and smaller than me. She didn't understand the rules like I did. Like if mom or dad are shouting and demanding you speak you need to do it, otherwise they just get madder and then what's the point? Dad was shouting at her. I could hear her choking on sobs. I was 2 rooms over and powerless. All I could do was mentally will her to speak. Then I hear the smack and her cry out. Another one and she's wailing. He's demanding she talk but he won't stop hitting her and he can't get the words out between the tears. I hear the sound of her tiny body being thrown into the bookshelf and I hear the shelves fall down on top of her. I stand, frozen, pale, cold in the center of my room. Waiting for my turn. He stomps down the hallway and flings my door open so hard he has to catch it when it bounces back so it doesn't hit him square in the face. "And you. What's your fucking problem?" "I don't have one." I squeak back"That's what I thought." He said. Turning his back on me he started down the stairs. This was what he came up them for. "Talk" he shouted up for both of us on his way down "play. Now." We did as we were told.

#toxic parents #vent post #toxic mom #raised by narcissists #narcissistic abuse #parental abuse #childhood trauma #dysfunctional family #complex trauma #dysfunctional household #just cptsd things #living with cptsd #cptsd recovery #actually cptsd #selective mutism

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rreskk · 1 year

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Heyyy ! Could you make a drunk Trevor (because he let Patricia left) at Reader's bar where they finished the night together and Reader couldn't go because Trevor wrapped his arms around her hips because he doesn't want to be abandoned ?

A/N: Thank fuck it is the weekend and I can catch up on writing. I enjoyed writing this one very much. Thank you! I might make a sequel to this... I have quite the ideas.

Summary: You grew a soft spot for a newly drunk customer.

The regular night shift at your bar in Los Santos became not so regular… Ever since this rather tall and wrecked man walked in, he has been chugging all the drinks you’ve offered and even attached himself to you. Physically.

His dirty clothes and gut-wrenching smell had led you to wonder where this guy had come from. The more drunk he got, the more open he gets and this “Patricia” person keeps on getting mentioned. It was your policy not to get personally get involved with the customers but this one man made it a life-long struggle for you to escape him. He’d lean over the counter and practically tower over you.

“One more please.” He slurred with tears streaming down his face.

You had the ability to decline anymore drinks as he is already intoxicated and you are trying to persuade him to leave, considering it was closing time.

“I’m sorry but we can’t let you drink anymore, sir.” You politely smiled, reaching out your hand to collect his empty class but he grasped your fingers and melted into them; sobbing his aching heart out.

You cringed- hoping that one of your employees would rescue you like a damsel in distress- but they were all busy shutting the place off for the night.

“I didn’t wan’ her to leave,” The man sniffled and buried his face in your shaking palm. “Everyone leaves! No one even stays for dear old Trevy Trev…”

You felt his tears stain your already damp hand. If you weren’t already uncomfortable, he was ranting and talking to your through mumbles that you can barely hear.

“I’m really sorry, I am, but it is closing time. I’ll happily call you a cab, yeah?” You offered with a cheap smile.

He glanced up with a quizzical expression, scanning your eyes to your lips. His lips wobbled but remained tight together. He nodded his head.

You were beyond relieved and motioned him to the front entrance, holding his arm as he was stumbling across the floor with no sense of direction or control. He felt himself trip and quickly grabbed your waist; saving himself from a nasty fall.

“Shit,” You grunted at the sudden impact of him on you. “Are you alright?”

He didn’t respond but gasped when you both hit the crisp air. The night was young and you pulled out your phone to dial the cab services. The drunk eyed you with his fascinating eyes. You successfully asked for a cab and went to look at him. That’s when you realised how interesting he looked.

Under the street lights, his face was dim but you couldn’t help finding him oddly attractive. Though he looked utterly in despair, his masculine jaw and dark facial features brought a funny sensation in your stomach. He looked downright dirty and filthy, but in a sexy way.

You cleared your throat. “The cab is coming.”

Whether he meant to, he fell with open arms and embraced your whole body. You gurgled out quietly- being surprised at the sudden contact with this stranger.

“You’ll neva’ leave me, right?” He accidentally wailed loudly.

You rubbed his back in an awkward manner. “You are welcome here always.”

You were so glad he was too drunk to notice your uncomfortable demeanour as he took your words to heart, confessing his life story all over again… For the 10th time running. That’s when he paused.

“I didn’t say my name, ay?”

“I don’t think you did.” You whispered back.

“Trevor.”

Trevor. It had a ring to it. You repeated it in your head.

“That is a very lovely name.”

Trevor’s arms were still around your hips.

“What is your name?”

You laughed and tried to shrug it off but he was dead serious.

“I’m Y/N.” You gave in with a sigh.

He hummed. “You’ll never leave me, will ya Y/N?”

As the subject of abandonment appeared again, the cab drove up to the curb and beeped. You could almost dance at how happy you were before realising Trevor. He barely moved an inch. He was stone cold around you.

“Trevor, your cab.”

He shook his head stubbornly and glared daggers at the driver who was growing impatient. The anger in his eyes felt so real that it made you shudder.

“Trevor, I really got to close off for the night.” You warned him.

He slowly detangled himself from you but painfully took slow steps towards the taxi. His eyes pinned onto you. What were you supposed to do in this situation? You wanted to wave him off but you’d seem desperate.

“Bye Trevor.” You decided to say.

The man crawled into the back and set off without another word. How interesting he was… You began hoping he’d return, in a less depressive mood. He seemed adventurous and quite the party animal from the way he’d cope with the amount of alcohol in his system. You came to a stop and began closing the messy bar; wanting the man to return on another day.

#trevor philips #trevor philips/reader #trevor philips x reader #grand theft auto 5 #grand theft auto #grand theft 5 #trevor philips fanfiction

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ivyprism · 1 month

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I Hate You (Sona Backstory)

Warning: Child abuse, attempted murder, murder for hire, sadness, angst, parental hatred, blood, scars, etc.

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"I hate you!" Willow smacked her father's arm playfully. Her eyes widened as she stared at her father. He laughed and she grinned.

"Oh? You hate me, do you? We'll see about it!" Her father laughed before he started tickling her, and her laugh filled the room. She chuckled and laughed before her mother forced them apart. There was so much laughter filling the house. Her brothers and sisters were watching and then participating.

When she stated she hated him, she didn't really mean it.

"I hate you!" Willow raced up to her room, snapping at her parents. She scrubbed her face furiously as she began to cry in her chamber. She broke up with her boyfriend, and she got into a fight with her parents. She hasn't actually been close to them in years. When a light knock was heard, she curled up on her knees and cried. When her brother walked in, she heard the door slowly open.

"I heard you and your boyfriend split up... So I thought you'd want some ice cream." Her brother spoke as he sat next her. She sniffled as she took the ice cream. "What happened?" His voice was always gentle and calming to her.

"I honestly thought he liked me, Crisanto... I really did..." Willow sniffled, gazing up at her older brother's soft brown eyes. Crisanto always had a compassionate expression in his eyes. She drew a hesitant breath. "But I saw him kissing another girl..." Willow sighed quietly as she started to eat. She felt Crisanto move closer and draw her into a side hug.

"Want me to kill him?" Crisanto inquired, and Willow shook her head. He sighed and placed his head against hers. "You just want to cry, watch your favorite show, and be comforted right now?" Crisanto inquired, and Willow nodded. He hummed and gently kissed her temple. "Okay, baby sis..." Crisanto offered reassurance as she laid her head on his shoulder.

She didn't really mean it when she said she hated them; she was just heartbroken and didn't want her nosy parents to add to her misery. But she could never tell her brother she despised him when he came in. She only needed to be comforted, not offered solutions.

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"I hate you!" Willow snapped out at her parents, her face burning from the slap she received. She grabbed her face as tears streamed down her cheeks.

"Young lady, don't talk to us like that!" Her father growled, but she ignored him and ran away. She could hear Crisanto begin to chastise her parents as she dashed into her room. She felt numb before starting to cry. Her parents had never hit her before, and she had never had such a vicious quarrel with them. She sobbed into her pillow as she heard Crisanto yell as she saw her older sister enter.

"Come to rub it i-" Willow began, but her sister sat alongside her and drew her into a hug. When she felt her sister's comforting embrace, she instantly started crying. She sobbed loudly in her sister's arms.

When she declared she hated them, she did not mean it... However, it gradually became infused with malice. She wanted to be consoled and loved, but she was slapped for it. She understands her relationship with her parents would not be the same.

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The silence was deafening, it was all she could hear. Her cheek bled, and her hair was scattered over the ground. She could hear her parents squabbling about who they had hired to deal with her. She could see Crisanto and her sister lying there, barely breathing. She felt numb, cold, and broken. She stared as her parents shouted louder.

"Don't give us that look!" Her father snarled when she looked up at them. Her eyes shook, and tears began to fall down her cheeks.

"There she is again, wailing like a baby. Willow, grow up; you're an adult now! I cannot believe I gave birth to you." Her mother hissed, and the searing animosity that had been seeded deep within her began to develop into pure hatred and fear of her parents. She was afraid that if she moved her gaze away from them for even a second, they might do something worse.

"God, don't be a baby." Her father snarled, and Willow felt the final string in her heart shatter. She felt nothing but anger and resentment against them. She clenched her fist as she flung the knife at her father, who tensed and froze as she proceeded to gather her siblings.

"How dare you!" Say something!" Her mother hissed as she carefully guided her siblings towards the people who had come to help. She glanced at them. She knew they would get away with it. They had enough money to bribe anyone, even with three witnesses. She stared blankly as she eventually spoke.

"I hate you."

This time she meant it. Every letter, every bit of wrath and hatred was seared into those three little syllables. She'd never go back on those three words. She despised them, didn't care whether they lived or died, and felt nothing for them. She never imagined that her love for them would burn out like a fire, believing that it would burn longer, but it was extinguished. Not even sparks were left.

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#hweiogheiog #swapfell amethyst ivy #oc backstory #sona backstory #tragedy #// child abuse #// murder #// attempted murder #// blood #swapfell amethyst #They did a lot more #but this is what I felt like writing #sdnigohoig #swapfelll amethyst sona backstory #doishgi #undertale au #undertale oc backstory

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sh1-n0bu · 1 year

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Okay (takes a deep breath) HELLO

I hope you are doing well..So I recently started following you. I'M JUST IN LOOOOVE IN YOUR WRITING

so I had like this angst idea.I'm a sadist.I enjoy putting my fav characters through hell

Angst ask ( I'm still confused about the rules so please forgive me)

Angst (little yandre s/o)

Let's say that we're m/n and we love our s/o very much. We have a vision and we're like the perfect person to exist on teyvat (I literally met a like this person today) looks 100👍 personality (cute, caring and strong ofc) anyway buff them as much u want.So we went on a mission almost died by getting injured.Somehow made it back to s/o's special day.Spend the whole day with them while dying (u know tanjiro who never dies no matter how much injuries he has) like that.But we got ambushed in middle of nowhere .S/o got hit first and became a burden. Can't fight because of the injury (for s/o) and became almost paralyzed and barely killing the enemies.On the other hand we're dying before but everything crashed and we're fighting with death and enemies and had to protect s/o also (S/O was really weak today and we took the hit again for them and finish the whole fight alone) we almost or say SAYONARA BITCH and maybe die on them or our vision is losing it's glow quickly and we are drowning in our own blood

Ur choice

The self hate part (while the're paralyzed) their dark thoughts are talking over them

It's their fault for being so useless

It's their fault we are almost dead or dead

It's their fault

Their fault

Ahhh sorry because this shit is so long

I had more on my brain ehehehe

Anyway if you don't like it please feel free to ignore it

Loooooove you

(⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

😈anon (The emojis are so messed up in this device)

Have a great year ahead

Best of luck

Byeeeeee

✿ 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 ✿

characters: 6reeze x nb!reader

warnings: blood, fighting, canon typical violence, reader has vision, almost dying, angst, light crack and fluff

notes: WOOOO man 😈 nonnie bby you popped off for this one! also wtf nobu is still alive y’all 😨😨

definitely the type to blame himself the most if the people he loves and cares for would get injured, even if he was in another nation when it happened

you get that feeling of immense guilt when you accidentally step on your pet and they yowl very loudly in pain and you want to apologize and pet them to soothe them but they’re backing away from you?

yeah take that feeling and multiply it ten times, that’s how aether felt when he heard your pained shout when trying to get yourselves away from the ambush

when he saw your body fall down to the dirt with blood slowly seeping into the grass, painting the beautiful field in heartbreaking red, he blanked out

only came to himself when your hand touched his cheek, reminding him that you’re both alive as paimon sobs between you two

he was just so worried that you will leave him behind just like lumine and he couldn’t help the aching feeling of his heart being stabbed as his eyes felt more watery and his throat clenched up

aether already lost a loved one and he’s desperately trying to find her and bring her back, so please be careful and always come back to him and paimon

sobbing into your shoulder as his arms wrapped tightly around your body, the blonde traveler couldn’t tell if the wetness he feels on his cheeks is either from his tears or your blood. and he can’t make out any noises other than the ringing, the terrified thumps of his heart and paimon’s sobs. were you alive? please be alive.

feeling a hand wipe away his tears, aether pulled back from sobbing to your shoulders as he looks at you with wide and puffy eyes. you were alive!

tackling you down into a hug, he ignored your pained grunt as he wailed loudly into your chest. clinging to your shirt, weakly hitting your shoulders as he rambled about being more careful and to never make him nor paimon this worried ever again.

“yeah yeah… but aether we need to patch ourselves up before we bleed out to death”.

“…oh”.

the karmic debt that eats away at his mind, body and heart is always on the brink of taking over and turning him into a mindless, raging beast

and thanks to his karma, the guardian yaksha is always at the tip of his feet. ready to run away, desert himself or if needed to, spread out his golden wings and fly far far away where he would harm no one. only himself

sadly it was another day where his karma was at it’s worst. every single movement, shifting of muscles feeling like they’re being torn apart, every little inhale and exhale of breath feeling like his lungs are being stabbed

that’s when it happened. the ambush, the fatui, the accident - it all happened too fast for the adepti to even realize what was going on until something wet splatters on his cheek

blood. your blood

at that, the guardian yaksha put on his mask, uncaring of the agony in his body as he dashes between the ambushers, swiftly taking them down before returning to your side

feeling a shaky hands trying and failing miserably over and over to wrap a bandage around your torso, you manages to crack an eye open to stare at the blurry figure of your boyfriend. faintly you could hear him cuss under his breath as his weak state tries to stop the bleeding with trembling hands. from fear? anxiety? his own karma? you didn’t know and neither did he.

“shit shit shit shit! just stay awake [name]! we’re almost at the wangshu inn!”

noticing your eyes growing hazy, he places a hand on your shoulder and gently shakes you, causing you to grunt in pain. shit was that the wrong move? did he accidentally caused your injuries to worsen?

the touch of your hand covering his own gloved ones snaps him out of his inner tantrum as he looks at your face.

“idiot… why are you smiling?”

“hahah… calm down, love… it’s not that deep. we can walk to the wangshu inn together…”

as the most famous detective and doushin of inazuma, heizou tends to attract a few ill intention carrying people to himself. and that’s precisely why he always tries to keep your relationship a secret even if he desperately wants to hold your hand in public, take you out on nice dates and see the many beautiful sceneries together

alas, not all relationships can exactly be happy go lucky. more so if the person your in a relationship with is the most successful detective of inazuma

all it happened in a blink of an eye. you and him were just supposed to take a nice walk around the beaches together at late night without too many prying eyes and curious whispers, yet heizou seems to have underestimated just how dirty the kairagi can play

the detective even tried threatening when the gang of treasure hunters and nobushis didn’t budge, instead deciding to attack straight at the two of you. the anemo user was fast but the treasure hoarders were too many for him to handle, causing both of you to end up injured

when seeing your bleeding chest, his breath hitches. hands starting to shake, breathing picking up pace as his mind goes back in a memory lane, way back to when his first and only childhood friend laid dying in his arms with the stupid green pebble clutched in his hand

was this real? was that incident happening all over again? no. no no no no, he can’t - he couldn’t lose you. not you. anyone but you -

feeling your weight slump over his shorter frame, the detective snaps out of his momentary panic attack. as your arm comes up to rest on his shoulder, the wine colored haired young man understands your intention. wrapping his own arm around your middle, heizou guides yourselves back to inazuma city as fast as he could support your larger frame.

“hehe… seems like… people might just find out that we’re dating huh ‘zou?”

“heh… just keep your energy and keep walking [name]”

only when hearing that your wounds weren’t in fatal places did shikanoin managed to breathe out a sigh of relief. shoulders sagging as he feels the heavy weight of anxiety slip off of his body, the doushin enters the room you’re resting in to give you a nice long lecture to never jump in front of him to use yourself as a shield again.

after living in hundreds of years under the perfectly hidden disguise, the anemo archon has seen and heard everything the world had to offer. from the joys of his people during festivals to now, the familiar, disgusting feeling of dread churning in his stomach as he waits for your healing to finish

it was a sudden ambush, he was told by the small group you were traveling with. apparently a few abyss heralds had shown up, causing you to use your pyro vision too much to the point you ended up burning your own self

venti couldn’t sit still. pacing back and forth in front of the door of the cathedral, tapping his feet anxiously, fiddling with the necklace you lovingly placed around his collarbone on your relationship’s first year anniversary - now feeling like he was being choked by the gift he treasured

after what seems like hours, the door opens and he’s let in to meet you

you were staying in one of the emergency rooms at the back of the cathedral. the soft glow of the sunset peeking in through the window shining down on your unconscious body, making him feel a mix of awe at your visage but also dread at the amount of pain your body could possibly be going through

dragging a chair up to sit beside your bed, the bard decides to stay beside your recovering figure until you wake up

grunting and shifting, you could feel the bright afternoon sun beating down on you. it felt unconscious and annoying, why didn’t venti close the curtains? he knows how much you hate the afternoon sun.

wait… venti… curtains…

forcing your eyes to open up, you felt a soft tiny weight laying down on your chest right over your beating heart. bringing a bandaged hand up, you poked at the small figure of the wind spirit.

ah right… the accident with the traveling and the abyss heralds.

at the fifth poke, the tiny wind spirit seems to wake up. yawning, the little guy sits up on your chest before his sleepy hazed mind finally realizes you’re awake.

throughout the rest of the afternoon and way into the night, some of the sisters in the cathedral could hear your voice talking back to an angry sounding chirps. they decided to just act like it never happened and continue on with their work.

“human life is worthless”.

that’s what the puppet always scoffs whenever he comes across a grave or reminded of your mortality by your silly questions of “will you remember me after i’m dead?”

and yet why was he screaming his lungs out as he shakes your unconscious body in his arms?

why was it raining? why was his eyes wet even with the wide brimmed hat covering his face?

… why were you bleeding in the middle of the avidya forest?

after having a meltdown over your paling body, wanderer decides to act quick and take you to someone named tighnari. you’ve introduced the two while you were showing the puppet around sumeru, “he’s great with medicine and is one of the best forest rangers” he could remember your smiling fave as he recalls your words

scooping up your body into his arms, the former harbinger uses his anemo vision to fly towards the small village where the forest ranger is located

bursting in through the front door, wanderer nervously calls out for tighnari as he disregards the many looks of worry, fear and pity around him. he just needed to get you to help fast

it had been a few days since your lover had found you bruised and bleeding on avidya forest’s grounds. there’s not a single moment where he’s gotten up and left your side. not even once, not even when the fennec fox pesters him that he should look out for his own health as well.

just how the fuck was he supposed to look over himself when you could very well be on the thin line between life and death?

it was on the fourth day when the puppet felt your fingers twitch in his gentle grasp. sitting up straight, he sits closer to your unconscious body, hoping, praying to the archons that any sign could be seen or heard.

and this time, the archons seems to have took pity on the poor heartbroken puppet as you shifted and groaned, finally starting to wake up. he breathed out a sigh of relief, a single stray tear falling down his puffy eyes as he wipes it away before cradling your cheeks in his hands tenderly.

“welcome back, darling…”

oh gosh imagine the amount of ptsd flashbacks, panic attacks and self blaming this man gets when he sees you get injured

even worse, when you two are fighting together on the battlefield

when you would get injured his state of mind is immediately reverting back to tomo’s death. the blank vision of his friend, the lightning that incarnated his flesh and bones leaving behind nothing to burry, nothing to remember him by, the sheer absolute helplessness the kaedehara felt

acting on pure instincts alone, the samurai scoops up your bleeding body in his arm and he does the same thing he has done before. run.

only when far away from the ambush place and their chasers could no longer be seen or heard does he allows himself to breathe

placing down your injured body, kazuha brings out a few rolls of bandages as he looks over your wounds

was it in a lethal place? how deep was it? did the ambushers had elemental powers? he didn’t know nor could he remember. his vision is just red as his chest heaves, mind being overridden with nothing but panic

this scenery, this moment, this feeling - it was all too familiar to the poor samurai, he couldn’t even comprehend what was real or what was fake

everything was too much

that was, until he feels your hand tugging on his kimono sleeve

finally taking a few deep breaths to calm his mind and racing heart, kaedehara starts to patch up your wounds, albeit a bit sloppily with his trembling hands

staggering with your taller frame leaning on his shorter one for support, kazuha could make out beidou and the crux members’ surprised and worried shouts as some of them drops the luggage they were moving into the ship, instead running over to the couple to aid their members.

as one of the men take your unconscious body away from him, kazuha finds himself following behind wordlessly to the med room. archons was the blood on his white kimono yours? have you truly lost this much blood?

… would you be okay?

snapping himself out of his sudden dark thought, the wandering samurai feels beidou place a hand on his shoulder comfortingly. she could see the young man wasn’t injured, then that would only mean all of the blood on him is from you.

quietly standing together, the captain and the samurai awaits for the medic to finish patching you up. becoming a comforting pillar to lean on to each other as some time passes until the medic finally comes out with a small smile.

just by looking at the medic, kazuha knew you would pull through. that was how you always were. strong and steady, just like the geo vision you had mastered.

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stravagatefaster · 1 year

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1586, Fortezza

Lucia would always be grateful that the Signoria had sided with her during the short and unfortunate civil war. However, there were times when she questioned the point of the institution. It seemed that some of the members of the Signoria had all too many personal grievances, which made them very inefficient. They seemed to view the Princess of Fortezza as a neutral third party that could validate their petty squabbles.

The current meeting had been going on for almost three hours, and Lucia would have given anything to get away from it. She was in no mood to listen to problems that were in no way her business, but which the members of the Signoria disguised as “keeping her informed” of what went on in the city. Her only comfort was that she was not the only one who was bored – the Signore kept hiding a yawn behind his hand. Lucia was only barely aware of what was even being discussed.

Finally, the talking ended, and everyone turned to look at Lucia. It seemed that they were waiting for her opinion. If only she had paid more attention so that she could have formed one. Then again, she really did not care. There was a reason why the Signoria was in charge of the day-to-day governing of the city, and not her.

“Thank you for this… thorough explanation,” Lucia said, standing up. “I know that whichever decision you land on, it will be the right one.” She said her goodbyes as politely as she could, and made a quick exit before someone could come up with an excuse to keep her around for longer.

Getting out into the fresh air helped her gain some energy, though she yearned to just go home to some peace and quiet.

Unfortunately, peace and quiet were not something Lucia was met with at the Rocca di Chimici. Instead, she was nearly knocked over by two red-headed boys chasing each other back and forth along a long corridor. Every time one catched up to the other they turned around, accompanied by loud screams of joy.

At first it seemed like there was no-one watching the boys, but then Lucia made out the figure of her husband leaning against the wall at the other end of the corridor. She made her way to him and leaned against him.

“They’ve been doing this for a while, they’ll tire out soon,” Guido said, answering the question she had not even asked yet.

“I could use some of their energy,” Lucia sighed as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

“The Signoria again?”

“Yes. You would think grown men could come to an agreement without me around,” she said.

The children continued running back and forth as fast as their short legs would allow. Despite being two years younger than his brother, Jacopo was doing a good job keeping up with Giuliano. Lucia envied them – they had all the freedom in the world with nothing to worry about. She missed the days when she had run around these same corridors with her sister, with no worries in her life.

The happy squeals were cut off as Jacopo tripped and fell down. There was a silent beat before the young prince began crying loudly.

“It’s not my fault!” Giuliano said quickly as Jacopo got up and rushed to their parents, demanding to be picked up.

Guido bent down and lifted the crying boy into his arms. “That’s enough running, I think,” he said. Jacopo’s wailing turned into quiet sobs.

“I didn’t push him,” Giuliano said. Lucia smiled and ran her hand through his hair. She knew well what it was like being the older sibling and getting blamed for things for no reason. “I know. But maybe you should take a break and go eat something,” she suggested.

Before Lucia could say anything else, Giuliano had turned around and ran off. Jacopo had stopped crying. Guido placed him down, and as soon as his feet hit the floor, he took off after his brother as if nothing had happened.

“I wish dealing with the Signoria’s problems was this easy,” Lucia said as she and Guido followed after their sons – though at a much slower pace.

#this fic is inspired by 'why am I in this meeting'#and 'how the hell are these kids still running'#I forgot to mention Guido being a former assassin I'm sorry for making this AU like that #lucia di chimici #guido parola #fanfiction #stravaganza

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More detectives, please. I love it so much. More of plucky investigative journalist Jack and film noir type Hook. or Idk private eye Willow and femme fatale Sky Blue who will double cross her for the same mafia queen she hired Willow to "protect" her from. Orange slacking his way through finding out who ate Trent's clearly labeled lunch. Top Flight tragically in a brother against brother L v Light type situation. Anything. Whatever.

I would say Hook as Batman, because obviously, that bitch thinks he gets to be Batman, but we've established over the course of previous asks that you aren't really into Batman. Thank you for putting up with my inability to NOT talk about Batman, given that case.

(Unfortunately for everyone involved, I got a horrible idea as a result of this ask. Welcome to Katy's open-sourced poll fic 2k24!!! You have 24 hours to choose the next move.)

Max Caster is crying. Very loudly, and… honestly, not very convincingly. Like, he’s never going to win an Oscar for this. But the wails are piercing enough to rattle the rafters overhead, and it’s really quite painful, so Jack peeks his head out of the doorway to try and piece together what, exactly, is going on. There’s no one else in the hallway, and from the fever pitch of Max’s devastated fake-sobbing, he clearly wants someone to come investigate things.

Fine. Jack walks until his shoulders hit the door frame. Max is inside the room, at least five pieces of luggage strewn around where the walls meet the floor. His own—at least, Jack hopes that’s Max’s own, given the way he’s been pawing through everything inside—has been flung open and ravaged. Jack looks from the mess surrounding the man and then up to Max’s face, which has paused mid-wail as a result of Jack’s appearance.

“What,” Jack says, full of compassion, “the actual fuck, Max.”

“Not you,” Max replies.

Well, fuck this guy. “What do you mean not me? I’m the only person down here, and you just started up theatrics that would get you kicked out of the Screen Actors Guild. What the fuck happened?”

“My belt is gone.”

“Your…” Jack frowns. “You mean, your title belt? What do you mean it’s gone?”

“I mean it’s not here, numb nuts,” Max cries, like he’s about to launch into round 2 of those horribly fake sobs. “I packed it, and I put my bag here while we went for checks, and now it’s gone. Someone stole it.”

Footsteps sound next to Jack’s position in the doorway, and then, before he can turn to see who it is, a fist slams into his shoulder, propelling him sideways. Well, no need to look now; it’s clearly FT-Double-Douchebag, his stupid hair tangled and his stupid sweatshirt askew and his stupid face doing that stupid expression he always does. Stupid.

“You sound like a god damn tornado siren,” Hook says, to Max, because heaven forbid he has to acknowledge that Jack is there, or that, you know, he just hit him. Jack kicks at Hook’s shin for good measure, because it feels good to watch him wince.

“Someone stole my belt!” Max exclaims.

“Probably one of the Gang Bang did it,” Hook says.

Max gives him a look of deep, deep annoyance. Jack feels a flash of camaraderie with Max Caster he’s never experienced before. “We are the Bang Bang Scissor Gang, Hook.”

“What the fuck ever, Caster,” Hook responds in kind, with an exaggerated eyeroll towards the ceiling. “Anyway, they probably took it.”

“They wouldn’t take it! We’re… we’re family.”

“You stole their dad,” Jack points out. “I’m pretty sure they still hate you and are faking all of this.”

Max throws his head back, hands grabbing at the little curls atop his head. “Jack! No one likes you! And I have to find my belt!”

“Christ,” Jack groans. “Fine, whatever. Just go find them and ask them if they took it. They’re probably in catering. Or, like, the bathroom.”

“This doesn’t concern people like you,” Hook snips.

Jack ought to punch him, but hey, as they’ve all seen, that sort of thing really doesn’t go over too well here. “Doesn’t concern you either, you asswipe.”

“I’ll just find one of the Scissoring Bangers, or whatever, and ask them,” Hook says. “You can leave. Bye.”

“Okay, for the last time, we are the Bang Bang Scissor Gang,” Max tries.

“It was my idea to find one of them and ask questions,” Jack says, sweetly, “and I know all you are good at is riding on people’s coattails, but I can handle this. I’m sure one of them stole it.”

Hook levels him with an unimpressed expression. “Well, you’d know all about betrayal and stealing belts, huh? E tu, Brute?”

“Are you guys even paying attention to me anymore?” Max asks.

“Your Latin pronunciation is terrible,” Jack tells Hook, “but so is pretty much everything you say, because it always sounds like you have sixteen marshmallows shoved in your cheeks.”

Hook’s face goes dark. But his cheeks also go red, cause he always gets a flush when he gets really angry, and since Jack knows that Hook hates it, he finds delight in the red streaking up to his temples. “I ought to punch you in the—”

“I don’t have time for this,” Jack says, with a great deal of pomp. “I have to go solve the mystery of Max Caster’s missing title belt.”

“Oh,” Max comments from inside the room. “That’s nice, actually. I appreciate that.”

“No, I’m going to find Caster’s stupid belt,” Hook says.

Max grumbles out a little, “It’s not stupid,” and Jack ignores him. He leans in, raising his eyebrows as Hook’s whole face wrinkles when the tips of their noses touch. “I’m going to find it first, and prove that I was always better than you.”

“You’ve never been better than me,” Hook seethes.

“Guuuuuuuys,” Max tries, plaintive, from the middle of his bag explosion.

“Fuck off, Max,” Jack snaps. “I’ve got a mystery to solve.”

Then he rams into Hook’s shoulder with as much force as he can muster before scampering down the hallway, and laughs at Hook’s sputtered little curses behind him.

#You have 24 hours to collectively choose the next move #Tick tock #tag so you don't lose this shit

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masterlist | 1k prompt masterlist | family series

prompt: [family series] the kids have a bad dream

pairings: diluc, kaeya, childe and zhongli x female!reader (separate)

warnings: children, characters and reader are parents

diluc

Until the twins were eight, they shared a bedroom. There was more than enough room in The Winery for the children to have their own bedrooms, but they ultimately refused. There was something comforting about having your best friend next to you to scare away all the monsters lurking in the dark.

But they couldn’t fight off all of them alone and sometimes they needed a hero to save them.

One night, Clara had a horrible dream. It was horrifying, especially for a little girl like herself, and immediately she climbed into her brother’s bed. She was crying, quite loudly at that, and Isaac woke up instantly.

“What’s the matter?” His groggy voice asked.

“Had a bad dream,” Clara explained through tears. But she didn’t stop crying which made Isaac start to cry too. Nothing happened to him, he just hated when his sister cried.

Diluc burst through the bedroom door as soon as he heard his kids. He flipped on the light switch and rushed over to the bed, “Hey, hey, what’s going on?” His voice was calming, reassuring, and the twins climbed into his arms.

Clara tried to explain her dream through broken sobs and Diluc rubbed her back. “Someone came and took Mama!” She wailed, rubbing her snotty nose on Diluc’s arm. “Is Mama okay?”

“Yes, Mama’s okay,” Diluc said gently. “No one is going to take her away – not while I’m here.”

It was Isaac’s turn to sniffle. “Can we sleep with you, Daddy?”

Diluc didn’t hesitate. He scooped both toddlers into his arms and headed back to the master bedroom down the hall. You were awake now, concerned written all over your face, but you gladly accepted your overgrown babies into your arms. Clara climbed into your lap and wrapped her tiny arms around you, afraid that if she let go, you would disappear.

Surprisingly, Isaac clung to Diluc. His little face was drenched in exhaustion and the second Diluc laid down with Isaac in his arms, the little boy fell asleep.

Diluc pressed a kiss to the top of Isaac’s head and finally went back to sleep, feeling more at ease than ever.

kaeya

Calla hated taking naps at the Knight’s Headquarters. She had to sleep on the couch in Jean’s office, usually only had one blanket, and wasn’t surrounded by any of her stuffed animals. But with Kaeya on babysitting duty, napping on the couch was Calla’s only option. Besides not taking a nap, of course, but no one wanted to see what would go down if that happened.

Kaeya had put Calla down about thirty minutes ago when something tugged on his pant leg. His eyes ghosted down and he saw three year old Calla staring at the ground. Her pacifier was still in her mouth but tear streaks stained her cheeks.

“Oh, Calla-Lily, what happened?” Kaeya hummed, bending down to lift Calla into his arms. Calla only whined and shook her head, nuzzling her father’s shoulder. “Did you have a bad dream?”

Calla only nodded.

“Do you want to tell me what it was about?” Kaeya asked sweetly.

The toddler shook her head vigorously and Kaeya rubbed her back. She would talk when she was ready. Kaeya put whatever he was doing on the backburner and figured maybe a snack would help. With one hand, Kaeya maneuvered the toddler onto his hip and used his free hand to dig around his own office for something to eat.

He found a bag of apple slices he cut that morning and sat down with Calla on his lap. “Do you want some apples?” He asked. Calla tearfully nodded and Kaeya pulled her pacifier away, replacing it with an apple slice.

Kaeya waited for a while. Calla munched on the apple slices, her mood gradually getting better, until she started to talk again.

“There was a big scary monster…” Her little voice said, “It wanted to get me.” Kaeya nodded, urging her to continue. “And…and…Uncle Albedo got hit in the face with a snowball.”

Her voice disappeared into giggles and Kaeya raised an eyebrow. “That’s no good, is it?” He said, smiling softly. Calla shook her head and grinned. Kaeya kissed her forehead, “Nothing is going to hurt you while I’m here, okay?”

“Okay, Daddy.”

Calla leaned back against her dad’s chest and yawned. It didn’t take long for the little girl to fall back asleep but when she did, she was out like a light.

childe

Childe was going to kill Beidou.

When you and him were busy, Nikolai had a plethora of babysitters. Sometimes he would hang out with Zhongli and Jia, other times Baizhu and sometimes, like today, the Captain of the Crux. Although Beidou was a last-resort babysitter for her lack of parental skills.

When Beidou dropped Nikolai back off at the ex-Harbinger’s apartment, he never expected the first words out of his mouth to be, “Auntie Beidou threw beheaded a hilichurl today.”

But that wasn’t why Childe was upset. Sure, exposing his young son to her extravagant sports was less than ideal but Nikolai had seen worse.

Childe was upset because the second he laid down to go to sleep, Nikolai shot awake and was screaming in terror – all thanks to Beidou.

Nikolai would never admit it but the second you tucked him into bed, he was feeling anxious. Beidou was the coolest…but hilichurls were scary. They ran at her out of nowhere and Nikolai didn’t even want to imagine what could have happened if she didn’t react fast enough. As the darkness settled into his bedroom, the little boy just couldn’t shake the feeling that someone (or something) was watching him.

He finally dozed off but his slumber didn’t last long when a horrible nightmare plagued Nikolai’s mind – replaying his worries over and over again. Nikolai shot out of bed and practically jumped onto his sleeping father.

“Nikky?” Childe groaned, “What’s the matter?”

“Is Auntie Beidou okay?” Nikolai asked quickly. Childe furrowed his eyebrows together in confusion.

“Of course she’s okay. Why?” Nikolai shook his head and told Childe about his dream. Childe sighed – half from relief that nothing was wrong and half from aggravation at putting such a scary thought in his son’s head. “Awe, buddy, come here.”

Childe moved over and patted the empty space between you and him. Nikolai wasted no time in climbing into bed and snuggling between you. He let out a relieved breath of his own and Childe wrapped a strong arm around the boy. Eventually, he realized he wasn’t scared anymore.

zhongli

Sometimes, you and Zhongli stayed up all hours of the night. It reminded you of a time where you both were much younger and had much less responsibility. And even though you were exhausted, watching the stars together on the back porch was far more appealing than sleep.

Zhongli’s hand laced with yours towards the sky, “We should do this more often.”

You grinned into his shoulder, “Why don’t we?”

As if on cue, tiny footsteps could be heard by the doorway. Right – that’s why. Having a daughter really sent home the message that you and Zhongli couldn’t act like teenagers anymore; you had a child to look after.

Zhongli turned his head first, his expression quizzle and curious, and he motioned for the little girl to come outside. “What are you doing awake?” He asked gently.

Jia launched herself onto the back porch and fell into Zhongli’s lap. She was heavily crying and was clutching her favorite dragon plush. Jia was four now, so her crying was less frequent and more emotional. Zhongli rubbed her back and waited for her sobs to seize.

“I had a bad dream,” She cried.

You frowned and reached a hand down to brush her hair off her forehead, “What was it about?”

Jia sniffled, “Me and Daddy were walking around and then a lot of people came and they pushed me away and then I couldn’t find him and no one was helping me get back to Daddy.” Her little arms pressed around the stuffed animal even harder.

“Well, Daddy’s right here,” You tried but Jia only frowned more. You gathered her into your arms and Zhongli nodded in agreement. “Do you want him to tell you a story?” Jia peaked from her hideout in your arms and nodded her head meekly.

Stories from Zhongli were Jia’s safe haven. Or maybe it was just the sound of his voice. Either way, they always calmed the toddler down. Jia leaned her head against your shoulder while she listened to Zhongli tell her a story about the famous Geo Archon.

By the end of the story, Jia was fast asleep in your arms. Any presence of bad dreams were gone, replaced by sweet nothingness. Your sleepy eyes drifted to Zhongli and a tired smile appeared on his face.

Embracing your youth was fun but nothing beat this.

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prettyboykatsuki · 3 years

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is she gonna pop | m.izuku

➳ tags ;; 18+, brat-tamer!deku agenda, unprotected sex, this is heavily focused on shibari and the fact deku is very strong, strength kink, punishment, deku calls u a fleshlight uh... fem!reader

➳ wc ;; 1.2k

➳ a/n ;; not the exact fic i wanted to post for our boyfriend / for @rat-zuki but that shit is taking much much longer than i anticipated and i wanted to post something within a reasonable time frame. consider this a bonus fic ig?

happy late bday dekuuu

➳ plot ;; izuku midoriya likes to let you have your way.

shibari ref but ur hands r behind ur back.

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He lets you.

Sometimes, as it would be, you forget about how he lets you act. It’s something you seem to forget - get accustomed to your sweet, loving Deku. The one who puts up with your attitude and coaxes you out of your bad moods with sweet words. After all, what’s a few out of place comments from his pretty girl. What’s some attitude, some annoyance if it means he gets to be sweet on you.

Deku likes the attitude, that’s another part of it. When you make fun of him and you get that lovely over-confident attitude about what you’ve said. When you poke and pinch and prod at him. He likes the way you prance around with a dopey little grin on your face, so pleased by how he adjusts to you. He does it on purpose because he finds your bratting cute.

He finds you cute and endearing so he lets you. Gives you silent permission to act the way you do and sighs when you misbehave. Lets himself be weak for you, gives you the power you seem to desperately crave so he can dote on you to his hearts content.

He lets you. Deku the hero is too smart and too no bullshit to put up with something he doesn’t like but he likes the way you act with him. He likes your unpleasantries and the way you can’t handle affection - like a misbehaved cat. He’ll love you to the ends of the earth, uncaring.

You’re not too difficult for someone as skillful as him. Someone so patient and kind and loving. Adoring, even.

But..

There are always limits - and he seldom imposes them but they exist. He’s a hero and you’re.. you. They need to exist. When he needs you to behave, he’ll tell you. Before your events, he’ll zip up your dress and help you get everything on - a whisper in your ear. It’s simple and plain.

He’ll say it once and he’ll remind you once, those are the rules. With a hand on the lower part of your spine, he does it without an ounce of light-heartedness. A simple command he expects you to follow.

“Behave,”

It’s easy. Tonight, unlike most nights, you’re expected to be on your best behavior. No teasing, no bratting - just good behavior. It’s one night. He’ll even reward you. It’s so easy. He knows you can do it. You can behave, right?

Of course you can, just one night. You can be good.

Right?

It’s the disappointment that always sends your stomach churning.

You’ve only ever seen him angry a handful at times and none of those times have ever been at you. But you can see he’s angry - jaw tense. It feathers as the rope dips underneath your thighs. The scratchy material makes you squirm. It covers every expanse of skin you’ve got on. You’re bare other than thin, cotton panties that to your dismay, do a good job of displaying how you feel.

You’re turned on but anxious, heart-beating rapidly in your throat as he patiently ties you. With your legs folded up and your arms behind your back - you’re left completely immobile and at his disposal. This alone sends you reeling, the urge to run your mouth and relieve some of your anxiety every present.

His green eyes, normally so affection, feel cold as they look over the knots. A little sob hiccups in your chest. A hand splays on your sternum as he holds you down.

“Don’t move,” ― he commands, voice harsh and icy ― “I don’t have the patience. Move anymore and I’ll strap you down to the bed,”

You go stiff as a board, a hollowness in your body at the way he treats you. It occurs to you briefly that you’re so stubborn. Frustrated, you open your mouth again. The words of a clumsy apology rush out of your mouth. Tears of upset making your vision blurry.

“‘m sorry, sorry! Don’t punish me please.. dont want you to -”

He grabs your face with his hands and sighs, leaning down to kiss you. It’s a sweet relief, kissing him back with such urgency. He gives it to you, that sweetness, only momentarily before pulling away. That warmth is gone, replaced by only what you could describe as sharpness.

“What was my one rule for tonight, baby? Can you repeat it for me?”

You tug your lower lip between your teeth.

“B-behave,”

“And what did you do?” he asks. His grip on your jaw tightens as you pout.

“Misbehave,”

He nods, letting go of you. Wordlessly, he finished tying the rest of the rope around your body. He places a large hand completely over your clothed sex, thumb brushing against the wet-spot.

“You think, after acting like that during our dinner - my birthday dinner, and making a scene in front of everyone, that you shouldn’t be punished,”

You shiver at the sound of his voice. Baritone and exasperated - mean. Nothing like you’re used to.

“But I didn’t mean -”

His hand comes down harsh on your cunt. A loud noise of surprise echoes in the room as he stares at you with a hardened glare. Your clit throbs underneath your panties as you gasp, fat tears pooling at your lashes. He sighs as he tugs your panties to up.

“I didn’t ask for your input,” ― he makes a show of making your panties scrunch up between your folds, before snapping the wet fabric back onto your cunt ― “Fleshlights don’t have mouths to speak, so don’t speak unless spoken too,”

His cock is big, thick and heavy as it rests against your pussy. He lets the head brush against your swollen bundle of nerves but that’s as much pleasure as he lets you have. Without any prep, he spits onto it unceremoniously. He has enough patience to go slow but the stretch of it burns, aches but feels good too. It curves up - drags against your aching walls. He fucks you with a bated breath.

Without letting you get adjust to his size, he’s picking you up like you weigh nothing at all. You let out a gasp with the confidence in which he holds you up. He holds you right where he wants before slamming his hips into you, cock brushing against your cervix. You feel your body go limp from pleasure, blood rushing to your head at the way he treats you.

With his fingers dimpling into your skin, he fucks you without an ounce of concern. The room fills with the noise of his muscled hips, slamming against you. He meant what he said earlier about using you like a flesh-light. The pleasure is erratic, consistent but mean thrusts. It hits you with a bruising force as the rope struggles against your soft skin. The force is enough to make you uneasy - but he holds you like it’s nothing. Fucks you like it’s nothing.

It feels like hours pass, and Deku never loses his stamina. He goes again and again and again - and you feel yourself getting close after endless pounding. Overwhelmed by the strength of your impending orgasm - you choke on your words.

“C-c..umming, f-fuck,”

You wail, loudly, as the pressure slowly falls back to nothing but aching. He shifts the weight of your body so he can spank you. He holds you up as you sob, immobile. Devastated.

“Fleshlights, don’t cum either do they?”

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#deku x reader #bnha x reader #i like how this turned out #izuku x reader #bnha x you #bnha x y/n #deku x you #deku x y/n #formal #prettyboy.thirsts

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lucifer-is-a-bag-of-dicks · 3 years

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Not Enough

has anyone else just wanted Danny to go completely fucking feral at Dash? anyone?

yeah me too

this is some truly self-indulgent shit y'all

"Hey Fenton!"

Danny slammed his locker shut, sighing as Dash clapped him roughly on the shoulder.

"I'm throwin' a huge ass Halloween party this weekend, ghosts are all about Halloween right? You should totally come!"

It wasn't the first party Danny had been invited to since being outed as Phantom, but somehow Dash didn't seem to get the hint that he wasn't even remotely interested.

"No." Danny snapped, he threw his bag over his shoulder and turned his back on Dash, walking away without another word.

"What's your problem?"

Danny stopped, turning back around with a face of utter disdain.

"Excuse me?"

"I've been trying to be nice, but all you do is just brush me off! Like you can't even pretend to be busy or something?"

Danny stared, mouth halfway open as he tried to find the words to respond.

"Are you actually serious?" he finally choked out, almost too bewildered to be angry.

Almost.

"You're not still mad about all that stuff from before right?" Dash asked. "Like, I don't even do that shit anymore, it's over."

"Is it?" Danny's eyes flashed brightly and Dash took a half step back as the air went cold. "Because I'm pretty sure it was just yesterday that I pulled Mikey out of his locker."

"Well, yeah but that was Mikey." Dash laughed. "C'mon man, I wouldn't do that to you. We're totally cool now, so why you gotta keep blowing me off? You talk to Kwan like it's not big deal, and he used to wail on you all the time!"

Danny took a deep, slow breath, then another.

"Have you considered that maybe it's because I don't like you?" Danny said through gritted teeth.

Dash huffed, shoving his hands into his pockets and staring at the ground.

"Look, I get it, I was a jerk, but it's over! I'm actually trying to be nice, now you're the one being an asshole."

Danny looked as though he'd been slapped.

"You're such a fucking idiot Dash." Said Danny, his voice trembling with barely restrained rage. "You can't just treat someone like shit every single day for two years and then expect them to get over it because you invited them to a few parties."

"Then how come Kwan gets to hang out with you?" Dash could feel his face heating up. "You're just gonna let him off the hook? That's not fair!"

"HE APOLOGISED!"

In one thunderous moment, every locker in the hallway slammed open, sending papers and books flying across the floor. The few students still packing up their things got the fuck out of dodge, whether this was a ghost thing or a Fenton thing (was there even a difference at this point?) they wanted no part of it.

Dash couldn't move, his feet felt heavy, he wasn't entirely sure if Danny had done something to him with his ghost powers, or if he was just afraid.

Because he was certainly afraid.

Even after everyone found out, Danny still didn't use his powers at school unless it was a ghost emergency. He didn't use them for pranks, didn't use them to get even, didn't even use them to show off.

But he was sure as hell using them now, and Dash suddenly realised why he was always holding himself back.

He was terrifying.

Danny took a few steps forward, stopping barely an arm's length away from where Dash was rooted to the spot, trembling.

"Kwan apologised to me." He said, quietly this time. "He apologised to my friends, he even apologised to some other kids, and when I told him that I wasn't ready to forgive him, he accepted that and left me alone until I was ready to talk to him again."

Dash wanted to speak, but he couldn't seem to make his brain form the words he needed, it was too busy buzzing with danger run danger get out run run RUN.

"You made every single day of my life miserable for two whole fucking years, and that isn't even counting the bullshit you pulled in middle school. How do you feel right now Dash? Does it scare you to be around me? Does it scare you to be at the mercy of someone that you know damn well can hurt you?" Danny leant in, grabbing a fistful of letterman jacket. "I hope it does, because now maybe you'll have an idea what it was like for me going to school every fucking day knowing that you would be there, ready and waiting to hurt me. Every single FUCKING day."

Dash found himself being thrown backwards, his feet finally able to move again as he caught himself.

"I'm s-sor-sorry." he mumbled, his lips felt numb and tingly and his head swam with panic as he struggled to get the words out. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"Are you?" Danny's voice cracked, his face wasn't twisted in rage anymore, his eyes were blue once again, and shining with tears. "Are you really sorry for hurting me? Or are you just sorry that the guy you were beating the shit out of turned out to be Phantom?"

"I didn't... I didn't know." Dash gasped out, he could barely hear his own words, all he could hear was his own heart beating loudly in his ears as he struggled to draw in breath. "I didn't know it was like that, I just thought-"

Thought what? What had he thought? That he wasn't really hurting anyone? That it wasn't that big a deal?

No, he hadn't thought that, because he hadn't thought at all.

"And you're gonna stand here and tell me I'm an asshole." Danny was almost sobbing as he raggedly spat out each word. "Because I won't forgive you for something you never even apologised for. This is the first time you even acknowledged that you were an absolute jerk to me, and you followed it up by demanding that I just get over it."

Dash stared down at the floor, it sounded terrible when Danny put it like that.

"I wasn't... demanding anything." he said, he was embarrassed by how whiny he sounded. "I was just trying to make it up to you, I was trying, I just thought... it's not fair that I can't have second chance. I was trying so hard and all I wanted was a second chance-"

"I DON'T CARE." Danny's eyes were screwed up tight, but it didn't stop the tears of fury from pouring down his cheeks, his voice so shredded with pain it was barely recognisable. "I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU. I DON'T CARE ABOUT WHAT YOU WANT. I DON'T OWE YOU A SECOND CHANCE. I DON'T OWE YOU ANYTHING. YOU FUCKED ME UP AND YOU. CAN'T. FIX IT."

Dash didn't know what to do. Danny was openly sobbing, his breaths came out in grunts as he couldn't hold the rage and misery back.

He was still standing within arm's reach, Dash cautiously put out a hand, to comfort him? He wasn't sure, but he barely brushed Danny's shoulder before Dash found himself spinning violently and his cheekbone exploded with sudden pain as he hit the floor. Cold hands drew away from him roughly.

"DON'T TOUCH ME." Danny screamed. "DON'T YOU EVER FUCKING TOUCH ME EVER AGAIN."

Dash watched as Danny grabbed his backpack and his footsteps disappeared down the hall.

It was over, just like that it was over.

Dash sat up and touched his face, he wasn't bleeding but he knew it would bruise pretty bad. It hurt, he would be squinting through one eye for a few days.

Danny could have done this to him at any time, he could have done it to him every day if he wanted, and maybe he would, now that he'd done it once.

The thought made Dash feel cold as dread pooled in his stomach.

The next day Dash told people he'd gotten his black eye from playing football, his team knew it wasn't true, but they didn't ask. He kept his eye out for Danny, wondering if he would pop up invisibly and knock him off his feet, or drag him through the floor, or hit him when nobody was looking.

He clung to Kwan's side all day, afraid to be alone.

Phantom could be anywhere, he could get him anywhere, if he wanted to hurt Dash nobody would be able to stop him.

Nobody had been able to stop Dash, and he didn't even have superpowers.

But in the end, nothing happened.

Dash went through the day untouched. Danny didn't even look his way. Not once. He just acted like yesterday never happened.

But it did happen, Dash still had the bruise on his cheek, and the terror set deep in his bones.

In the following days, weeks, months, Danny still never touched him, never looked at him, never talked to him. Dash realised that Danny probably wasn't going to do anything else after all, that maybe he hadn't even meant to hurt him in the first place.

He was a hero after all, he protected people, even people he didn't like. The only time he had ever come into contact with Dash again was to haul him out of the way of a ghost, and he did so with the same care as he would with anyone else.

Danny wasn't like him, he didn't gloat about hurting him, he didn't revel in the fact that Dash was scared of him. He just went about his day, acting for all the world like Dash didn't even exist.

Dash never gave him a true apology, it was clear Danny didn't want one, it was far too late for that.

It left Dash with a sick feeling of unfulfillment. He understood now what Danny had been going through, the pain, the terror, he wanted Danny to know that he was truly sorry, that he really had changed this time.

But he couldn't, because forcing an unwanted apology on him would just make Dash the asshole all over again, he was trying to steal a forgiveness that he could never have.

So he had to find his closure somewhere else.

He stopped picking on Mikey, and Nathan, and all of the other nerds he frequently hassled. He even tried apologising to them, some forgave him, others didn't, and he had to be okay with that. He struggled not to lash out, it still felt unfair, the world had always told him that you were supposed to forgive people when they apologised. It always happened that way on tv, in the cartoons he grew up watching. The mean kid would apologise, the other kids would forgive him, and they would all become friends.

He was realising that the real world was a whole lot more complicated than that, he didn't earn forgiveness just because apologising was hard, he was learning fast that he didn't earn any brownie points for taking responsibility for his actions. He was just doing what any decent person should.

It took him a while to come to terms with that, to stop being angry at people for not letting him make it up to them. For not letting him prove that he had changed.

All it took was to occasionally pass by Danny in the hallways for him to cool his jets and think more clearly. To remind him that he was the bad guy, he was the one who hurt people, that his victims did not owe him anything.

In his last year of school, he had found himself watching the juniors below him falling into the same behaviours, the same struggle for power and control. Pushing other kids around without so much as sparing a thought to how it made them feel.

After a lengthy chat with Mr Lancer, Dash was given permission to pull out younger students from detention one day a week. He would talk to them, ask about their lives, ask about their feelings. He would ask why they lashed out, why they thought it was okay to treat people that way. Most of them didn't have an answer, or simply refused to give one, but he would push, he wouldn't let them hide in ignorance like he did.

Some of them did feel guilt for the way they treated people, and they only needed someone they could talk to who could understand what they were going through, so they wouldn't take it out on whoever was around at the time.

Others would take more effort, they need a far stronger push in the right direction, they were defensive and combative, selfish and unapologetic.

Dash had been one of those kids, he knew they would be hard work, but he did his best. He couldn't help all of them, some were simply unwilling to change.

So he contacted the school-board, he pushed for better protection for students, more programs to help troubled kids, he volunteered to keep running his own counselling groups even after he graduated.

It still never felt like enough.

After graduation he turned down his favoured college to attend one closer to home so he could continue his volunteer work. He joined petitions and rallies for change across entire school districts, he spoke at other schools' anti-bullying campaigns. He'd attended enough of them in his own childhood that he knew they did next to nothing, but it gave him the opportunity to reach out to kids for one on one support.

He found more volunteers for his counselling groups, he helped people start them up in other local schools. It was a lot of work, especially when he was also juggling his college studies. He was taking a major in psychology, it was brutal, Dash had never been good at studying, but he'd decided that this was what he needed to do, this was important to him.

It still wasn't enough.

It would come at him in the night, as soon as he laid his head down on his pillow. He would see the faces of all the kids he hurt, it felt so much worse the older he got, they just looked younger and younger every time the memories came back to plague him.

He had beat the shit out of children. Kids who were the same age as the students he now counselled. He beat them until they were bloody or bruised, he shoved them into lockers, pulled pranks that humiliated them in front of the whole school, and he had laughed.

He'd laughed at their pain.

When the guilt weighed him down, he would begin searching for new programs to volunteer for, new petitions or rallies to get behind, always finding another way to help protect kids like Danny from kids like him.

And to protect kids like him from doing things that would one day haunt them.

He had spread himself thin across every school in the district, barely keeping afloat at college, but it wasn't enough.

It was never enough.

Kids still slipped through the cracks, schools were still too lenient, there were too many kids, not enough volunteers.

Casper High was holding another anti-bullying assembly. It had been a few years since Dash had attended one at his old school. This year they had excitedly announced that they'd even secured an appearance from Phantom himself.

Dash's blood ran cold, his hands shook as he went over his notes, he was slated to do his speech alongside Phantom's, they would be sharing the stage for a solid 75 minutes, barely a few feet from one another.

When Danny showed up he was already in Phantom form, Dash spotted him discussing emergency exit plans with one of the organisers in the event of a ghost attack.

He was so different from when they were in school.

He was tall, and broad, he stood with confidence and had a good natured charm to him. He was a hero, he was strong, he was brave. He could fight monsters ten times his size with a smirk and a witty one liner. He could take on anything, he wasn't afraid of anything.

He was a kid, running down a hallway, screaming words that still pierced through Dash's mind every time he saw the hero's face.

"DON'T TOUCH ME."

Dash's hands clenched around his notes, shaking so violently that they barely even looked like words.

"DON'T YOU EVER FUCKING TOUCH ME EVER AGAIN."

"Dash?"

A deep voice cut through the chaos in Dash's mind as cold hands closed over his tremblings ones.

"It's good to see you again."

Phantom was smiling at him, his hands still closed around Dash's.

"Good... good to see you too." Dash mumbled, not able to meet the man's eyes.

Phantom paused before releasing Dash's hands.

"I've heard all about your work." Phantom grinned as Dash finally looked up and met his eyes.

"Yeah." he said, and then before his mind could catch up with his mouth, he blurted out, "I'm sorry, for everything."

Phantom's eyebrows rose for a moment, before he gave a gentle smile and clapped a hand on Dash's shoulder.

"I know." he said warmly. "Thank you."

They gave their speeches, Dash had told his story many times before, the victim that he'd pushed to breaking point, the boy whose words drove the change that made him the man he had become.

For the first time ever, that boy was listening.

After the assembly had packed up and the volunteers were heading home, it was Danny Fenton who approached Dash and asked if he wanted to go grab a beer together.

Dash thought it would be rather awkward, but Danny had plenty of experience socialising with the public, awkwardness slid right off him, and soon enough Dash found himself laughing alongside Danny as he told a story about the new misadventures of the Box Ghost.

He returned to his dorm that night, head still swimming from one too many beers, and he had the best sleep of his life.

He pulled back on some of his volunteer work, hunting for new people to take his place as he focused on college. He was falling far behind, but he would work hard to make his way back. As a volunteer he could only do so much, but with the right education and training, he could do so much more.

The guilt still haunted him, every so often when the pressure and the stress weighed heavy, it would creep back into his mind. It would probably never go away, not entirely, but at least now he had his closure.

Finally, it was enough.

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