#so you grow quiet and they do too. and the silence is fucking deafening because you know conversation won't happen

[hcmoeroticisms]

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#hating people that you still love is fucked up #like 'yes you make me cry. but i still want to make you laugh' #and isn't that the most hurtful feeling #i talk too much then i'm clingy. i talk too little then i'm not putting effort into it #the problem at the end of the day is just me #perhaps there are things not worth fighting for. perhaps i'm not #and what else am i supposed to feel like you know? like the rug was pulled from right under my feet #sorry means nothing if things don't change. and if people don't listen to you when you share what you feel then well #the words just become even more empty and worthless. #the fucking ache and longing of wishing to talk to people but knowing they don't want to talk to you #so you grow quiet and they do too. and the silence is fucking deafening because you know conversation won't happen #so things will crash and burn. you start wondering how much it all mattered in the end. what you did wrong #because it all comes back to it in the end; the problem is me. #and despite all the pain i'm really tired of crying for people who don't care. i tried all i could #but it is all one sided and it honestly feels like i'm burning and choking on glass. i just want this situation to be resolved #just want this suffering to end #anyway this is my last vent. i need to just learn how to deal with all of this #people are dick head sometimes and i'm tired of getting hurt #i could've done better perhaps. but i don't think it would've mattered #i need people to tell me if they want to stay in my life or leave. because i need people to put effort too but i just #i can't have them stay somewhere in the middle. so you know if anyone who has ever broken my heart see this #let me know if i should try or if i should shut the door #if people want to make things work i will put the effort but i need them to put effort too #if not than just let me know you are leaving instead of leaving me in this silence; feeling pathetic and stupid and like a last choice #between the lack of sleep the headache and the tears something clicked today #clicked into place i suppose. if people decide to ignore your sadness and leave you in silence during it? yeah #perhaps i never had a place in their lives in the first place. just there warming the space for better things #anyway spent the night writing messages i will never send. unless people want to read it. but yeah #to the people causing me suffering; just let me know what to do #this distance and silence is destroying me

[blitzor0de0]

The jealous St Peter prompt caught my eye. Especially the idea of him wrapping his wings around redeemed!reader, so I have a suggestion, instead of jealous St Peter, how about protective St Peter?

Maybe Lute confronts redeemed!reader and it gets ugly? The confrontation possible brings up redeemed!reader's pstd, maybe even making them think they were going to be killed again, only for St Peter to appear with Sera/Emily, and he just wraps his wings around them, blocking out the chaos around them, comforting them with soft words and kisses.

I have no excuse for not putting this out sooner I've just been refixating on obey me </3 but this was rlly fun to write despite writers block eating my ass

listened to way too much blur and gorillaz doing this

cw: ptsd, fluffy, I forgot how to write mid way through, reader is always going through it aren't they, biblical Peter, reader confesses finally, kiss!!! Emily cucking lowkey

word count: 1.5k

part 1 part 2 part 3

Safe & Sound (Saint Peter x Redeemed!Reader)

You were just minding your business, you swear you were! Delivering a parcel to Emily. But it wasn't supposed to go like this??

Backed into a wall in the Plaza, the package clutched to your chest. Your mind was swirling with emotions as your heartbeat rapidly increased, finding it harder to breathe.

Former lieutenant of the exorcists, highly feared amongst sinners, yet highly respected amongst the blind sighted angels. You had already known Heaven was a lie at that first meeting, seeing how all the higher ups hadn't a clue about the exorcisms down in Hell. If angels could fall regardless of their ‘sin’ why wouldn't a sinner be able to redeem themselves?

The logic of Adam and Lute was incredibly flawed, and since yours and Pentious’ arrival in Heaven, you had felt a murderous gaze upon you each time you left your home.

It wasn't difficult to tell it was Lute, but since Adam's death you could tell she was a little lonely despite trying to avoid her gaze at every chance you got. She was always quite outspoken in the few times you met her, but the quietness of the Plaza, and Heaven in general after Adam's death.. The silence was borderline deafening.

But today, Lute must've decided enough was enough, if she couldn't kill you, she would gladly find a way to send you back to Hell.

“You filthy scum.” She scowled, venom lacing her words. She wasn't secretive about this confrontation either, causing a small crowd to quickly appear around the two of you, mimicking a petty school fight.

But this wasn't a fight, it was a one sided dispute.

You couldn't bear to face Lute, her mask being too much of a trigger to stare at for too long, especially in a situation such as this. You opted for clenching your eyes shut, but this only infuriated the angel more.

“I have lost EVERYTHING because of you sinners… Adam. My job. My subordinates. My fucking arm. How did you do it, huh? You and that snake you both made it up here. What sort of magic did Lucifer pull, huh?”

You felt your mind spin, knees going weak as you fought to keep yourself upright, lip quivering as tears threatened to spill as you gained the courage to speak.

“..He didn't do anything. It was just as Charlie told you all… It's just rehabilitation, Sir Pentious sacrificed himself for us all, I just wanted to better my soul..” God you were about to cry, your voice was barely above a whisper.

“Bullshit.” Before Lute could threaten you further, some gasps and whispers emerged from the audience. You dared open your eyes, peering behind the Executioner to see the commotion, only to be faced with the two Serafim parting the crowd.

You gasped, causing Lute to finally turn around. With Adam gone, Lute didn't really get a ‘get out of jail free’ card, so the growing look of fear upon her features was evident.

Sera was quick to whisk Lute away as Emily held your arms gently as all you could do was crumble to the ground, tears finally being free to fall.

You couldn't exactly understand all what Emily was saying, everything seemed like ringing in your ears, but you appreciated Emily's attempt to ground you.

“Oh, Peter there you are!” Emily gasped, turning to face the angel who had a worried expression upon his face.

The ever so smiley angel for once held a look of disgust towards the crowd still whispering and murmuring about your fragile state.

“I got here as soon as I could.. Are they okay??” He seemed panicked, he'd never been in a situation like this, especially with someone he cared so much for. He couldn't think straight.

“I'm not sure..” The Serafim replied, “They haven't responded to me once, I'm not even sure if they can hear me at all.. You two are..” She hesitated, “close, you should deal with them, I'll see what I can do about the crowd..” She frowned, rubbing Peter’s shoulder comfortingly before grabbing the parcel and approaching the crowd.

Peter on the other hand unveiled his wings without a second thought, shielding you from the looks and whispers. Giving you a little bit of privacy was the least he could do right now.

“Hey.” He spoke softly, almost in a cooing manner, caressing your face as if you were made of porcelain.

In a room of a thousand people, you would be able to recognise every aspect of Peter’s being. His voice, his scent, his touch.. Everything. With the delicate caress upon your cheek, you'd be foolish to not know who it was, even in such a fragile state.

Still, you couldn't bear to look up at him. Though he had seen you in such a state before, your consciousness of the situation as opposed to your exhaustion from the previous time weighed on your shoulders.

To acknowledge his presence, you simply leaned into his touch. Your ears were still ringing, probably for the better since the whispers and chatter amongst the slowly dispersing crowd weren't doing you any favours.

Peter gently lifted your head up to face him, a soft, yet pained smile upon his face. You wanted to look away so desperately, but the way he looked at you so tenderly, you couldn't stand to pull your gaze away. A shaky “I'm sorry..” left your lips before you could realise it.

Peter gained a small sense of déjà vu from that, you always did seem to apologise for things that weren't even remotely your fault.

“Don't be silly. It's not your fault. You're safe now..Okay?” You nodded slowly, taking his words in. “Lute’s being dealt with by Sera and,” He glanced behind him “everyone else is more or less gone. You wanna stay here or move somewhere else?” Just at the thought of moving, an ache spread through your legs, the weakness growing once again.

“Here please.” You replied, reaching up to turn Peter's face towards yours, you needed his attention, his gaze, his essence. He smiled, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your nose.

“I thought she was going to kill me..” You murmured, finally regaining some stability. “I.. I couldn't do it all over again.. I didn't exactly think there was an afterlife in the first place.. let alone the possibility of dying twice.. I don't think God would approve of me dying a third time.. right?”

Peter grew silent, what could he possibly say to that. To be frank, when he was alive, he had a tumultuous relationship with his belief. Of course he believed in Jesus’ word, but he was also one of the first to betray him. Being disowned from Heaven before he had even passed. How he managed to get up there and still be held in such high regards by the Lord still surprised him centuries later.

Noticing his prolonged silence your eyes widened slightly, “That was a joke, I swear.. Peter..?”

Shaking his head he snapped out of his thoughts, “Oh! Of course it was, right!.. Either way, I think I'd be able to convince God to keep you around, I am an esteemed patron saint after all!” He winked.

After such a traumatic experience, you had cracked your first smile of the day which only caused Peter to mirror a smile right back at you.

“I feel like I'm always thanking you for looking out for me. You're so pure of heart, it's no wonder I fell for you-” You paused, realising what you said.

You and Peter had shared many intimate moments together, kissed on many occasions and even slept in the same bed together but you two had never established any actual feelings or relationship, until now it seems.

You panicked “Wait Pe-”

“I love you too.” He cut you off, stars in his eyes. It felt like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders as he finally confessed.

Oh.

Your shoulders relaxed as you breathed a sigh of relief. “Cool.. Wait! No! Erm I love you, oh I'm such a mess just kiss me.”

With a laugh, Peter gladly obliged, pressing a small teasing kiss to your lips before indulging in all his sins with an intimate kiss.

You wanted to savour this moment forever, Peter's hands cupped your cheeks as he pulled you impossibly close, the scent of his lightly floral cologne infiltrating your senses, quickly changing from intimacy to desperation — fearing as if this kiss may be your last.

Neither of you wanted to part, continuously pulling away for a split second before either one of you pulled the other in for ‘just one more’.

Though, the unfortunate parting would come from an awkward throat clear from the younger serafim.

“Um..Guys.. Super! Happy for you two but.. You're still in public..” Emily smiled down at the two of you.

Flushed and breathless, the two of you blinked up towards her before her words finally dawned on you.

“Oh.. Oh my, Emily I'm so sorry. Um!! Peter let's go!” You rushed to stand, pulling Peter up with you who’s uniform looked a little dishevelled, bowtie lopsided as well as some hair stuck to his forehead. He was both literally and figuratively on Cloud 9.

Emily could only giggle at the sight of Peter, “I'm glad you're feeling better, have fun you two lovebirds.” She called out as you and your now boyfriendddddd departed.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #saint peter x reader #hazbin hotel saint peter #hazbin hotel saint peter x reader #saint Peter x you #saint peter x yn #hazbin saint peter #hazbin hotel saint peter x you #blitzor0de0

[georgieluz]

HBOWAR OC MASTERLIST

OLIVER HARDWICK

intelligence officer, easy company (band of brothers)

ship: lewis nixon | tag: #oc: oliver hardwick

"you'll never fumigate the demons, no matter how much you smoke"

new yorker. former literature and latin student at university. mischievous. wealthy. playful. rakish, maybe even roguish, some might say, in a pretty boy kind of way. think: old money with a rebellious streak. massive ballrooms contrasted with secret parties in tiny apartments. flowing champagne. screaming drunkenly from the deck of a yacht. rage rage and more rage, so much rage. the subtle glare of disapproval from a calculating parent. a disdain for authority and taking orders. winter scarves in every colour, but especially red. kissing older men. dancing until you can't remember your family name. the simultaneous fascination and disappointment your friends and peers feel toward you. running away as a child and nobody even noticing you're gone. picking oranges in the mediterranean. freezing cold new york winters. spinning around in the rain. being too smart for your own good. self-sabotage. self-loathing. self-destruction.

playlist: tell me i'm an angel

TOMMY MONET

private first class, easy company (band of brothers)

ship: joseph liebgott | tag: #oc: tommy monet

"the silence that you're hearing is turning into a deafening, painful, shameful roar"

bostoner. from the wrong side of the tracks. barely got a high school diploma. former teenage nuisance. poet. fuelled by coffee and homeric similes. friends with every cat in the neighbourhood. talks to his cat badger more than other people. think: scrappy. argumentative. observant. smart but wishes he wasn't. hot black coffee running through his veins. flannel shirts. a backpack full of books. a hardshell exterior and deep, deep repression. running races down the railroad tracks until you're completely breathless. smoking because you don't know what else to do with your hands. irritable, but usually with a smile and a hefty dose of sarcasm. fuck the elite. no one can hurt me if they can't get near me. insecurities? what are those? who needs a father anyway.

playlist: let down and hanging around

CHARLIE SCOTT

private first class, how company (the pacific)

ship: bill "hoosier" smith | tag: #oc: charlie scott

"come ease my slumber, sink me into sleep"

mornings spent next to the river. cigarettes for breakfast. brushing the sand out of dark hair. journals filled to the brim. training as a car mechanic. hands coated with oil. overalls tied around your waist. a sarcasm-filled whisper in your ear. a hand gripping yours through the barrage of bombs every night. eyes searching for you as you cross every battlefield. dramatic readings of your stream of conscious poetry until something hits. adopting the dog that you found in the middle of battle. missing the diners you always claimed to hate. wanting nothing more than to run back to the mountains you hiked growing up. realising you never want to visit a beach again. longing for the quiet peacefulness of a lake.

playlist: i once warmed my hands

RHYS LLEWYD

corpsman, king company (the pacific)

ship: eddie jones | tag: #oc: rhys llewyd

"torn down, full of aching, somehow our youth will take the blame"

welsh born, new hampshire raised. gentle hands, sharp eyes. soft-spoken. welsh-lilted american accent. the messiest bedhead you'll ever see. enjoys watching people mispronounce his surname. touch-starved for something more than bleeding guts and bullet wounds. sage green and lavender. realising you never wanted to study medicine in the first place. cloudgazing. comic books shoved into pockets. an impeccable dancer who will never show it. can't handle his alcohol but drinks anyway. misses trees, and grass, and greenery. hands touching beneath the library table. a pile of books next to your bed. the scent of sugar and honey contrasted with the blood dripping from your hands.

playlist: fade me away

MAX JACOBS

platoon scout sniper, bravo company (gen kill)

ship: brad colbert | tag: #oc: max jacobs

"there's nothing wrong with me, this is how i'm supposed to be, in a land of make believe, that don't believe in me"

deadly aim, with a smile to match. skate parks and 7-11s. worn out chuck taylors. suburban fuckery. sneaking out of your bedroom window at 2am. driving out as far as you can because you've got nothing better to do. desperately wanting to escape your town at any cost. sony walkman cd player attached to your belt at all times. fuck the system (but you're in the system). laughing in the face of everything and anything. empty red bull cans littered across the room. kissing boys in empty car parks. getting your fists bloody when the homophobes arrive. taking on the world with nothing but bruised knees and a stick of gum.

playlist: and when we go, don't blame us

MATTHEW "MATTY" CARTER

corporal, bravo company (gen kill)

ship: ray person | tag: #oc: matty carter

"tracksuits and red wine, movies for two, we'll take off our phones, and we'll turn off our shoes. we'll play nintendo, though i always lose, 'cause you watch the tv, while i'm watching you. dumb conversation, we lose track of time, have i told you lately, i'm grateful you're mine. there's nothing like doing nothing with you"

missouri summers. friends who fall somewhere between platonic and something more. pizza nights. staying up until 4am playing uno. laughing so hard your ribs hurt. realising you're a little bit in love with your best friend. following him to the marine corps. losing far too much money playing pool. camping in the rain. smiles so wide. watching the lost boys so many times you can quote every line. sharing hoodies. the colour orange. instant messaging into the early hours. the sunrise laughing as you fall asleep. promises of running away together. fingers in soft wavy hair. ice cold lemonade. the ghost of a confession.

playlist: do you think of me?

CALEB DAWSON

architecture student, hacker, archer (band of brothers zombie au)

ship: ron speirs | tag: #oc: caleb dawson

"yes, it's you i welcome death with, as the world caves in"

sketching buildings from the window of hotel rooms. mugs of cold coffee left on every surface. counting to ten before you open a door. endless recurve vs compound pettiness. the fucking audacity of life. talking with your hands. sarcasm as a first language. stubborn and unyielding, but fiercely protective. clinging to a pencil and paper as a lifeline. realising it's easier to push your buttons than you thought. jokes. lots of jokes. witty one liners. deep, deep inner conflict. bitterness coating your tongue with every word. being suspicious of newcomers but bound to your own sense of loyalties and vulnerabilities. trying desperately to hide every aspect of your gentleness, but feeling it leak through in every moment. being ashamed of your dreams and ambitions. feeling the cracks break open every day, but bottling it up all the same. waiting alone in hotel rooms wondering if your dad will come back for you this time. being taught to hack at twelve years old. finally escaping the only life you've ever really known only to find that a virus outbreak has mutated and changed the world forever. unravelling dreams.

playlist: one wink at a time

ARCHIE SULLIVAN

RAF pilot / lancaster bomber (masters of the air)

ship: bucky egan | tag: #oc: archie sullivan

"wild lovers never get the blues"

flying too close to the moon, "you look pretty in blue", piles of unopened letters thrown in a corner, easy laughs, easier smiles, falling asleep on the wing of your plane, cycling to the pub with your best friend in the pouring rain, turning annoyance into endearment, a pint and a ginger beer please, escaping to the beaches of east anglia on a weekend pass, puppy dog eyes the size of jupiter, pettiness, so so much pettiness, challenging just about everyone you've ever met, thinking you might just be the greatest darts player in all of england, a good ol' dose of the great british repression, yet accidentally flirting with almost everyone you meet, running so far away from home that you ended up in the clouds

playlist: to the top of the big night sky

if you want to read about the ocs from my hbo war f1 au please head over to this post. the ocs there are all platonic ocs, but have a lot of presence in the world and narrative, and if you'd like to see my ocs for top gun, then you can find them on my sideblog here

#yes i am massively fucking biased toward matty #he makes me all soft and melty inside #my hbo war ocs #i do have more ocs i need to add to this but it's 7am and i really really really need to go to sleep so have six to start #also this is mostly for my pinned post so ignoring is an option also #julian's masterlist #julian made a thing

[tickles-tea]

A Different Kind of Lullaby

Happy birthday, Izaya! Another year of being stuck in the eternal hell of loving you and I wouldn’t have it any other way ~ This is actually a very overdue commission for @happyandticklish and I cannot apologize enough for how late this is, I’m so fucking sorry This ended up a little more,,,thoughtful? Introspective? Than I meant it to but I hope you enjoy orz Inspired by this post Also posted on ao3

Izaya always had to make things difficult. 

If Shizuo wanted to go right, Izaya would go left. If Shizuo wanted to go up, Izaya would dig down. If Shizuo wanted to go over, Izaya skipped around. 

Even when Izaya also wanted to go right or up or over, he still found a way to oppose Shizuo. He would talk his way in twists and turns, scrambling Shizuo’s mind until Shizuo decided they should go left, down, and around. And that’s when Izaya would tell him he was wrong. 

Izaya was clever, able to steal any sense of satisfaction Shizuo might have felt from getting his way, all without lifting a finger. It pissed him off.

Shizuo could already feel the irritation growing in his chest and pulsing at his temples. Of course the flea would find a way to make the simple action of going to sleep an arduous event. Every night, Shizuo would try to coax him to bed at a reasonable time, pressing gentle kisses to the nape of his neck as he hunched over his keyboard. He understood that Izaya’s -shitty, rotten- work was important to him and tried to be reasonable in his demands. However, with the time edging closer to sunrise than sunset, Shizuo no longer had the patience for tenderness. Especially when he could see those dark circles marring Izaya’s beautiful face from across the room. 

He would get more demanding; glaring at the back of Izaya’s head until his gaze had its own presence, physically dragging Izaya’s chair away from the desk, and -on particularly impatient days- shutting Izaya’s laptop on his fingers. It didn’t always work, but there was a sense of gratification in making Izaya just as annoyed as he was.

Some days, however, Izaya gave in to Shizuo’s wishes and crawled into bed beside him before the time turned back to single digits. He’d pull his ridiculously soft comforters up to his chin and cuddle up close until Shizuo could feel warm breath on his collarbone. Then Shizuo would smile and tuck his face into his lover’s hair. He would fall asleep to the soothing scent of the man he once hated. The man he now loved. 

The man he now wanted to smother with one of the stupid memory foam pillows.

Because after only ten minutes, Izaya would start tossing and turning and rustling the sheets like he couldn’t get comfortable. It was amazing how such soft sounds could become deafening in the silence of the night. To Shizuo’s sleep-addled mind, the quiet brush of silk might as well have been clanging metal. Shizuo would think he was doing it on purpose if it weren't for how Izaya seemed to take special care not to tug on their shared blanket too much. As if he was trying not to wake him. 

It was that consideration that kept Shizuo’s tone soft when he finally turned his head to look at Izaya. “Oi, what’s your problem?” His voice was rough with sleep and his lips were tugged down in a frown. Squinting in the darkness, he could just make out Izaya stilling where he’d been about to roll over for the hundredth time. Shizuo blinked a few times, allowing his eyes to adjust to the dark room.

All of the irritation that had been steadily building up disappeared the moment he saw Izaya’s face. He looked awful. It was like someone had smudged graphite beneath both of his eyes. His eyes, usually so bright with mischief and cunning, were dull and glassy from exhaustion, and his lopsided smile was weak and halfhearted. But it was his words that brought it all together into one big recipe for concern. “Ah, Shizu-chan, did I wake you?”

There was no way Izaya would speak so softly if he was actually trying to get on Shizuo’s nerves. Sickeningly sweet and innocent, yes, but not soft. 

“Yeah,” Shizuo answered simply, knowing there was no point in lying. A dead man wouldn’t be able to sleep through Izaya’s restless squirming. “You alright?”

Izaya’s brow furrowed slightly, as if he hadn’t expected that reaction. He didn’t look pleased about it either. Of course the expression didn’t last long, because even exhausted, Izaya felt the need to wear a mask. He’d gotten better about showing his true feelings, but he still had his moments. Shizuo figured that after doing it for so many years it’d just become a habit. Izaya’s whiny, overdramatic response was no surprise. 

“It’s impossible to sleep when Shizu-chan is hogging all of the blankets! I can’t get comfortable at all!” He lamented with a great sigh, flopping onto his back with all of the drama of a Broadway reject. 

Shizuo looked down at the covers. They were about an inch closer to his side of the bed. Maybe an inch and a half if he took a particularly deep breath. His exasperation from before threatened to return, but reminding himself of Izaya’s obviously performative brattiness kept it at bay. He breathed in, pulling the blanket that extra half inch. If that’s what Izaya wanted to do, so be it.

Playing along with Izaya’s halfhearted charade, Shizuo clicked his tongue in faux annoyance. “Then get your ass over here,” he snapped, reaching over to pull Izaya closer. One of the most irritating parts of nights like these was the fact that Izaya always ended up on the other side of the bed and out of his arms. Izaya made a quiet sound of surprise as his face was suddenly smushed against Shizuo’s chest. “There. Better?”

Of course, Izaya protested and squirmed in his hold, trying to push away. Shizuo didn’t budge. “I can’t breathe, you brute!” He complained, growing more agitated with how unbothered Shizuo was by his struggles. 

“Too bad. If you pass out, at least we’ll both get some sleep.”

Izaya spent the next few minutes trying and failing to break free of his prison, all the while Shizuo teetered on the edge of wakefulness and slumber. Pushing at his chest was like pushing against a brick wall, and his legs were quickly pinned beneath one of Shizuo’s when Izaya tried kneeing him where not even his super strength could save him. But Izaya was persistent. He’d taken to wiggling as much as he could in hopes that Shizuo would get annoyed and release him, but if Shizuo was bothered, he definitely didn’t show it. Only when his strength was completely spent did Izaya give in. Well, almost. 

Shizuo’s eyes fluttered open when he felt a sudden sharp pinch in his chest. Looking down, he saw Izaya trying his best to sink his teeth deeper into Shizuo’s skin. A last-ditch show of defiance. The bite itself didn’t hurt, but Shizuo still growled because Izaya was so damn petty.

He backed down though, because even with that nasty glare on Izaya’s face, he still looked exhausted. Shizuo sighed and loosened his grip slightly now that Izaya wasn’t fighting it. “You look like shit.”

Izaya gave him a flat look. “How charming.”

Shizuo’s brow twitched, but he still ran a gentle hand up and down Izaya’s back as an apology. He let silence fall between them, allowing them both to decompress. It was almost impressive how they could work each other up so quickly over the smallest things. However, it was even more amazing how they could come back together after it all. 

The rhythmic slide of Shizuo’s palm along his spine eased away Izaya’s tension slowly but surely. The stiff line of his shoulders softened, and his frown melted away with a content sigh. He tucked his face against his lover’s chest, willingly this time, much to Shizuo’s relief. 

“Hey…” Shizuo started, waiting for Izaya’s quiet hum of acknowledgment. “Is it work?” He slipped his hand under the soft cotton of Izaya’s sweater to trace idle patterns across his back. It seemed to soothe him.

Izaya didn’t respond right away, but when he did, he sounded weary. “Mm. This job has been unexpectedly complicated. I get a headache even thinking about it,” he sighed, twitching a bit when Shizuo’s fingers brushed across his shoulder blades. “Shizu-chan’s brain must live such an easy life, hardly having to work~.”

He squawked when Shizuo pinched his hip in retaliation, trying hard to stifle his giggles when fingers spidered up his back. The sound sparked a light in Shizuo’s mind and he grinned wickedly in the darkness. 

“Oh yeah? Well yours seems to not know when to give it a rest. Maybe I should give it a hand, huh?” He growled playfully, relishing in the look of panic that spread across Izaya’s face.

“D-don’t, you protozoan!” He protested, words tripping over each other as he rushed to get them out. 

Calloused fingertips tickled down Izaya’s spine to dance along his sides in spite of Izaya’s protests. Having already used up all of his strength trying to escape Shizuo’s grasp before, he didn't have the energy to hold back the stream of giggles that fell from his lips. “Shihihizu-chahahan! Knock it off, you b-ahaha!!” His words dissolved into a cackle when Shizuo squeezed at his hips again. Whatever insult he was about to shoot off, Shizuo didn’t want to hear it. Not when it was this late and Shizuo had possibly just discovered a way to get his restless flea to sleep.

Still, he kept his touch gentle. He left Izaya’s hips alone-it was almost ridiculous how sensitive he was there-and directed his wandering fingers to Izaya’s back instead. The ghost of a fingertip brushing up his spine had him gasping and arching his back, while blunt nails skittering over his shoulder blades had him curling forward with breathy snickers. 

“What do you thihihink you’re doing?” Izaya hissed, not quite as biting as he probably meant it to be with a helpless smile trembling at his lips.

Shizuo gave an easy shrug. “Giving your brain somethin’ else to focus on. Are you still thinking about work?”

Izaya’s eyes widened a fraction before they narrowed into an annoyed glare. While he didn’t respond verbally, his expression gave a clear enough answer. Shizuo smirked, smug in his little victory. Though, that same smirk softened on surprised fondness when, instead of coming up with some witty comeback, Izaya sighed and tucked his head under Shizuo’s chin. It was an unexpected show of vulnerability, indulging in this comfort without alcohol or endorphins to blame. They’d been dating-officially, that is- for a few months now, but intimacy did not come easily to Izaya. Initiating or accepting, Izaya always felt the need to put up some irritating front. 

Then again, it’s not like Shizuo was the poster boy for communication either. Thoughts that should have taken the form of words on his tongue instead came as a weapon in his hands.

These hands that were known to enact unimaginable violence now traced along Izaya’s skin with the utmost care, combatting Izaya’s racing mind in place of the thugs he usually faced. 

He didn’t need a clenched fist or the crunch of metal between his grip to win this battle. A featherlight touch up the knobs of his spine had Izaya gasping with a shiver, a teasing brush of a nail at the dip of his lower back guaranteeing that his mind wouldn’t stray.

Shizuo’s own attention didn’t stray so much as it slowly faded into thoughtless contentment. His fingers moved of their own accord, and Shizuo enjoyed the minuscule reactions they prompted from the man in his arms. Izaya was quiet but in the dark silence of the night, his sharp little exhales when a finger edged a bit too close to his ribs were undeniable. He squirmed some, huffed out breathy not-quite laughs, but mostly he melted.

Shizuo didn’t know what Izaya had been thinking about before this, but the warm breath he could feel against his throat- evening out more and more as the time passed-told him that it was no longer tonight’s problem. 

Perhaps it’d come back tomorrow night to try to keep Izaya from getting the few hours of rest he allowed himself. Perhaps it’d be dealt with long before the sun dipped below the skyline. Whatever the case, Shizuo would be here, ready to lull Izaya to sleep with a different kind of lullaby. 

#durarara #izaya orihara #shizuo heiwajima #Shizaya #tickling #ticklish!izaya #Happy birthday Izaya! #I stayed up way too late working on this but Izaya comes before all else #My writing #commision

[siconetribal]

Safely Grounding

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!reader

Tag: @vbecker10 (it isn't Loki, I know)

Warning: PTSD description, panic attack

Author Note:

PLEASE READ WARNING. So, this idea has been lingering around in my head for a while. I've been too nervous to share it because I'm not super confident in my ability to depict Jason properly, but I tried. So here is the quick one shot that's been living rent-free in my mind.

He could not think. The silence was deafening, every little sound echoing in the void. He could not breathe. The air was too thick, clogging his throat. His heart was racing as the world warped and spun at a dizzying pace, while his inner brain slowly turned in the opposite direction. Each shallow breath scratched against his esophagus like invisible sand paper. He did not want to be here. There was no way he could be there, but the odd scrape of the metal bar against the ground caught him off guard. Sweat trickled down the back of his neck as he clenched and unclenched his clammy hands. 

Are they really sweaty? Why is it so quiet? Am I finally dying? Was everything just a dream and I’m still stuck there? Where is he? I need to get out of here! He needed to move, but his body would not listen. He was paralyzed as the footsteps and unhinged maniacal laughter rang in his head, growing louder with each passing second.

“Jason,” a distant voice lingered in the background. “Jason,” it called again, a little louder and he forced himself to look up. “Hey, Jay, it’s me. It’s Y/N,” he forced himself to focus on the young woman who was crouched down on the floor a couple feet from him.

“Y/N.” He whispered the name. The fear in his voice broke her heart. The fiery confidence and recklessness that normally lit up his blue eyes was nowhere to be seen. The flame in them was dwindling fast as he slowly sank deeper into his mind. She was not going to let that happen. No matter how many times it took, she would always be there for him when he needed someone the most.

“That’s right, I’m here. It’s ok, you’re safe. I promise you, you’re safe. I need you to feel your surroundings, love. Feel the ground, it’s hardwood. Touch my hand, it’s warm and real. You’re home, you’re safe at home.” She slowly reached out to her vigilante boyfriend, giving his bigger hand a comforting squeeze. Seeing him not flinch away, she slowly moved in closer to him. “You’re at home with me. I was in the kitchen cooking and the pot scraped against the stove, ok?” She continued to speak in a steady and calm voice, detailing the events that had led to triggering one of his panic attacks.

“I need you to take deep breaths for me, ok? Let’s get you laying down on the floor.” She gently nudged him to the right, easing him on to his side before rolling onto his back. “There we go, see? You’re on the floor in our bedroom. We’re going to take some deep breaths.” Taking control of his hands, she guided them so one lay flat on his belly and the other on his chest. “Slowly in through your nose and out through your mouth. Nice and easy, go at your own pace. Do you feel the hand on your stomach? It’s moving up and down with each breath. The one on your chest isn’t moving at all. You’re perfectly fine.” She continued to help him pace through the steps, grounding him until she felt the tension completely vanish from his body.

This was embarrassing for Jason. He was a hardcore crime fighting vigilante that survived life-threatening situations on the daily. He’s heard all sorts of things, from metal scraping against metal and bones crunching under the force of his fists. A man feared by many, and yet, here he was curled up in the fetal position in the corner of his bedroom. Fucking can’t believe I flipped over the pot on the stove. I’ve heard that shit hundreds of times! He mentally groaned, covering his face with hands.

“Hey, none of that.” A sweet voice from above drew him from his internal misery as he stared up at two stern looking eyes. “I don’t know if you know this, but you’re actually human, and you have every right to have moments like these. Hell, I’d be shocked to know if anyone deserves it more than you!” Y/N lectured him for the umpteenth time, tugging at his arms until he was sat upright once more. “How are you feeling, better? Do you need a few more minutes?” She searched his face and body for any lingering signs, relieved to see none. I still can’t be too sure. He might be trying to hide from me again. The corners of her lips turned downwards at the last few times he lied to her about being alright. 

As she predicted, Jason was trying his best to push down any of the lingering feelings. He wanted to get past this and make life easier for Y/N, but his dumb brain failed to take a hint. His lips parted as he prepared himself to reassure her, but the words died in his throat at her sincere concern. She was fussing with his clothes, straightening them out and combing his hair with her fingers. The left corner of his lips tugged upwards and he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into his chest. “I’m not completely fine, stay like this with me a little longer.” He whispered into her hair.

“OK, we can stay like this” She smiled and hugged him a little tighter. “We can stay like this for as long as you need.”

#jason todd #red hood #fanifc #fanfiction #batman fanfiction #jason todd x female reader #jason todd x y/n #y/n reader #y/n #one shot #angst #panic attack #ptsd tw #panic attack tw

[terresdebrume]

Further thoughts on Werewolf!Webster (aka WEBrewolf for tagging purposes)

In this universe, werewolves aren't some kind of humanoid hybrids: they're just wolves, really, or at least that's how Web describes it. What he neglects to mention is that in his wolf form he's about the size of a draft horse, so imagine everybody's surprise when, on he tail end of Bastogne, the German army scrounges up a surge of reinforcements that has everyone wanting to shit their boots even more than usual, and it feels like they're probably doomed... and then this absolutely fuck off huge creature with fur made to blend exactly with the kind of landscape they're in barges in on silent feet and starts tearing into the enemy line, picking off soldiers one by one

The deafening roar of combat, tres exploding and the certitude of death, and then one of the tank goes silent—absolute death of all sounds in less than a second as the hush of ambushed soldiers falls under the trees. Then a scream, and another, and another, and in the dead silence Joe hears 'It's in the trees!' Followed by screams of pure terror as the machine guns come back to life, but this time in the opposite direction

There are more screams, cut short, and the men of Easy wait with baited breath, coiled as springs because Web left this morning—said knowing when he's a danger is the best way for a wolf to keep others safe from him and walked away, and now there's this growl

And a shadow that grows

And grows

And grows

And pads on quiet feet as they stare, frozen with fear and enough collective knowledge of dogs to warn one another to stay put, stay put, it's worse if you run but oh, fuck, he's huge...

The creature steps forward. The Company takes a step back, all as one, except for Liebgott, who was already scared of dogs before all of this and is now horribly, ironically designated by the fucking universe as the first on the line—and so Liebgott does what he's been doing since the day he stepped on mainland Europe, even if he doesn't fully know that's what he does: he gathers all the edges of his anger, all the things that are so fucking unfair about this whole affair, and when the creature steps too close to him he lets his fist swing with all the strength he can still find after hungering for so long

Web yelps and stumbles back in surprise, tripping over his own feet and rolling down in the snow, turning back to his human form fast enough that he moons the entire company as he goes ass over teakettle in one of the bloodied foxholes. Joe watches, only dimly aware of the way wolf snot and fresh blood warm part of his fist, as first Web's completely disarranged hair and then his face, then the entire top half of him emerges. He's still naked, absolutely caked in blood from his nose to his navel—there are deep gouges in his shoulders and his belly, going thinner as the rest of them watch, and when he lifts a hand to his neck to scratch at his nape, the palm of it is red, too.

And Joe, who doesn't have any anger left at the ready right now but is sure as shit not willing to admit that for a second there he thought he'd be killed by fucking College Boy of all people, says:

"Jesus fuck, Web, is that what they teach you in fucking Harvard?"

He takes a snowball to the face, and gets a lecture from Roe when he gets his nose inspected for frostbite.

#Matt writes #band of brothers #webgott #joe liebgott #david webster #WEBrewolf #15n

[sweatandwoe]

can we get silco and reader but silco maybe losing reader? realizing he fucked up? idk just something angsty but maybe a fluffy end?

Part 2 to yesterday's Drabble

Silco x GN!Reader Warnings: Angst, Silco growing a brain, Fluff, suggestive

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The silence is chilling. 

It has remained silent for two weeks. Surprisingly, easy to return to your old job, working under Sevika. Leading missions. If you were a little more reckless, who cared? 

You knew he didn’t.

Not once had he asked for you, sought you out since it had happened. No, he had holed himself up in his office and said nothing. His silence deafening in your ears and filling your blood with fire. 

A fire that had probably been the reason you were sitting at a booth, Ran beside you as they stitched up your arm. Too angry to notice you had been sliced until halfway home. “You should’ve gone to Singed, I’m shit with a needle.” 

“He went to collect his medicine today.” You hate that you can remember that, so easily. Not even having to think about it. You had remembered. 

There’s a sigh behind you before you hiss through your teeth at a tight stitch. “Sorry. You really can’t avoid him forever.” 

“I’ll avoid him as long as he’s avoiding me.” 

That gave a pause, another pierce of the needle. “One of you has to confront it. Or are you going to continue working here?” 

A fair point, one you answered by your own angry silence. It shouldn’t have to be you. He should be the one to come to you, to say something. Anything. Instead, you were left hung out to dry, and now saving up to buy a ticket to Ionia. Mercenary work was popular over there right now. 

You’d be alright. In time. Once you were away from everyone, it would be easier to forget. 

Silco you should be alright too. A hatred was growing for the small pit in your stomach that worried for him. 

You really needed to get that ticket to Ionia.  

The Last Drop door opens, and your heart stops in your chest when you glance up. Silco’s gaze meets your own, frozen for a moment. Standing at the door, an hour earlier than he usually was. Box of vials in one hand and… flowers were in his other one. 

Why did he have flowers?

Why was he handing the box to Sevika? 

Why the fuck was he making a bee-line to you? 

Apparently Ran knew to get the fuck out of dodge, apologizing quickly for leaving you half stitched and ducking out of the booth before Silco could give them a glance. The second he enters the space, flowers are thrown onto the table before he drags the curtain close. 

Then you’re both left just staring at each other. His gaze moved along your face, before flicking down to your arm. “They left the job half-finished, I see.” 

Now it’s your turn to be quiet; not even sure what to say, you just nod your head. A severe urge to look away from him rises, but when his gaze returns to your own, something pulls you to keep looking. Until he moves away and breaks it. 

The coat is removed and placed next to the flowers on the table. Without any preamble, he slides into Ran’s old spot and sits to work. 

“How did you get this?” 

You swallow, gaze flickering over the curtain. A blink, and he’s still working far more carefully than Ran had. It barely hurts as he stitches you with someone who has the knowledge of doing this a thousand times before. “Got into a fight. Dustin got a worse one.” 

A hum of acknowledgement, and you don’t need to see him to know his tongue is working in his cheek before he speaks. “It’s been quiet.” Without you here. 

He still won’t say it, and it gets you to start to turn. “Silco-”

“Wait.” His tone is pleading and stops your own more angry one in its tracks because you’ve never heard him say anything in that tone before. Silco does not plead.

At least you’ve never seen it before. 

The stitches finish and the supplies are set down before he turns you slowly. The Eye of Zaun looks panicked. Pale again, lips parting. It takes a moment, his lips twitching and cheeks finally gaining some color. “I am… bad at this.” 

You raised an eyebrow. 

“Don’t be cheeky.” His tongue clicks before he grabs the flowers off of the table. He held them for a few seconds before all but shoving them towards you, speaking as you blink into petals. “I have realized I may have not been clear with my feelings. Or intentions.” 

“Intentions?” The flowers slip into your fingers, and you can’t stop a small flutter in your heart over the fact he had gotten you flowers. 

“Yes.” Fingers curl under your chin, drawing your gaze back to him. He swallows, and it’s almost like he can’t hold your gaze now. Nervous like a teenager rather than a middle-aged man. “I don’t wish to lose you. I want you by my side.” The fingers move up to cup your cheek. “As my partner.” 

You already know he doesn’t mean business partner, but still, you can’t stop the slight tremble in your bottom lip. “That means you do want me? Not just for-”

“Yes.” And then he’s pulling you to him until your head is tucked under his chin. Arms holding you to him. “I care about you. Quite a bit.” His voice is quiet, just for your ears, but it’s enough. “I like it when you play with my hair. When you kiss me good morning and goodnight. I like waking up to you and having you here. With me.” 

The apology is nonexistent. But, the admittance covers most of it and more. Enough to melt away the anger in your heart, for now. 

For now, you press your face into his neck and he seems to relax. You press a small kiss to his neck. “I care about you too.” You admit, far more easily than he could. Arms move lower, holding you loosely around your hips, as you press another kiss to his jaw. 

“Let me make it up to you. I owe you that much.” And then he starts, trying to set things right. “A dinner to Laurent’s, I think to start. Along with a new outfit, on my dime. Maybe a full day of shopping? Whatever you want to get-”

Lips placed onto his own get him to quiet down. A smile grows on your mouth, as you gaze up at him through your eyelashes, pulling your mouth away and enjoying the way he attempts to chase after it. “I’m sure you can make it up to me later? I have some ideas but they’re,” you tap your fingers along his shoulder before bringing your hands around them. ”Private ideas.”  

That earned you a far more confident smirk, as the hands on your hips yank you forward, while you laugh quietly. One he returns, with a gentle shake of his shoulders, his tone sounding more joyful than you had ever heard. 

“I’m all ears, Darling.” 

Requested Tags:

@htmlbitxh @dilfcoworshipper

#silco x reader #silco #arcane #daily drabble arcane

[thotsforvillainrights]

Can we get some some skeptic angst, but with some comfort in the end?

Maybe where skeptic accidentally lash out on the reader, hurting them badly (either physically or emotionally) in the process, then immediately regret it and try’s to apologies to them, but they hurt them so much. But after some time, they forgive him.

(I crave angst)

(Anon bear with me since I’m still not so good at writing angst! I’m going to do my best and I needed this opportunity to practice so thank you so much for requesting it!)

~Very Much So~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

When usually it was soft and comforting, now the ticking of the clock upon the living room wall was unusually loud. Or perhaps when you further inspected the situation that it seemed louder by default compared to the deafening silence in the room. The growing tension paved way for his anger and frustration to soon boil over and then what would you do? You’d seen him at his worst on many occasions but it had never been directed towards you before. You took a second to take in his body language and determine whether or not you could pry further or leave it alone. You were brave tonight.

That was your first mistake.

“I said to leave it as is. If I didn’t have to do it then I wouldn’t have done it. Why can’t you seem to grasp the concept of my work being important toward the success of both Feel Good and the Liberation army as well???” He fussed at you, trying his damn best so as to not let off on you like he did to other people. “Because I care about you Tomoyasu and working a full 48 hours straight while living off of canned energy and fucking fruit loops is not healthy! You haven’t been to bed in a week! You’ve been sleeping in that office! You skipped several dates we were supposed to have, and you haven’t even been taking time out of the day to reply to my texts when you’re at work! We haven’t ate together, fucked each other, hugged, kissed, or even talked about our days together lately!  I don’t care about the neglecting me, but I do care more about you not taking care of yourself.” You pressed with a firm voice but gentle begging apparent in your eyes. “Y/N I do what I can to support both of us! I need to make sure I do my job as a board member to the best of my ability!” 

“I don’t need your support! I never needed your support! You moved in with me! I work and paid the bills just fine before you showed up and started taking over. It’s not like we’re struggling! You can afford to take a day or two off but you choose not to do so!”

This was your second and last mistake of the night.

“Because I don’t FUCKING WANT TO!” He slammed his fist against the wall and you flinched momentarily. He still hadn’t calmed down, but at least he was quiet enough to hear you reply. “...don’t raise your voice at me...and do not ever strike the wall out of anger in front of me again.” He disregarded you with a scoff. “I wouldn’t have to raise my voice if you weren’t so fucking annoying all the time. You constantly feel the need to burrow into whatever business I have going on and instead of supporting me you’d rather do everything in your power to stop me or to bring me down from success. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you probably pray for me to make a mistake just so you can have the opportunity to tell me you were right about everything all along. I despise you...” Your eyes widened at the last part. “What...what did you say, Tomoyasu?” He must’ve realized he’d went too far as well by the way the energy in the room shifted along with your tone. He lowered his gaze to the ground and loosened his ponytail and clips so that his hair could hide his shame. “Repeat what you just said to me.” You spoke up again. “Y/N, I didn’t mean-” He couldn’t find the words in this moment. For him it was like being choked up on what you wanted to say so badly in the moment. You didn’t let him get another word out of his mouth.

“I need to breath. Don’t fucking follow me.” You grabbed your coat and keys before heading out the front door, slamming it so hard behind you that it knocked loose the picture of you two off the wall. He snapped back into reality as soon as the picture his the floor and the glass shattered. The rest of the night was silent. He swept up the glass, and resolved to get a new picture frame first thing in the morning before heading into work. He figured afterward it would be best to get some sleep. Not before calling you about 28 times and praying you’d pick up. Perhaps you were over at one of the others place? Yeah no need to worry. It will all be okay in the morning. 

He didn’t get much sleep that night. He didn’t have you next to him to hold, to press his face into the back of your head and neck, to nuzzle closer into when the night seemed so cold. It was just him alone in an empty bed. After he showered he’d skipped breakfast in favor of checking his phone. No calls from you. No calls from anyone. On the way to work he took time to contact the others, trying to seem as though he wasn’t panicking. No one had heard from you last night, so where could you possibly be? “Tomoyasu.” Chitose’s voice rang from the speaker of the car. “You need to give Y/N some time to heal. I’m sure things will work out. After all, you’re meant for each other, so I doubt a break-up is in your near future.” Break up...something about that word sent his head reeling. There is no break up no. There can’t be one. You were supposed to be his end game. He didn’t even want a relationship in the first place until you came along! He couldn’t lose you because of his own stupid mistakes. He couldn’t even bear the thought of trying to date anyone else. Besides, no one would take someone like him the same way that you did. He was a mess and you were his light at the end of a tunnel. If he lost you...His head was spinning by the time he made it to the office. Tomoyasu didn’t want to resort to his final method since he knew you hated when he did it, but there was nothing else he had in mind and you still weren’t answering his calls or texts. So he whipped his personal laptop open and consulted with the tracking device he’d hidden in your set of car keys. “A hotel 30 minutes outside of Deika?” He mumbled to himself. He screenshotted the location and gathered up his items before alerting his coworkers of his departure. 

On the way his mind began creating all kinds of out of pocket scenarios about why you were there. It ranged anywhere from you being murdered and your body was dumped there, to you being there with another person and starting a new life with someone that could treat you better than him. Imagine his relief when he knocked on your hotel room door and you opened it to reveal nothing out of the ordinary. You immediately rolled your eyes and stepped to the side so that he could enter. He took a seat on the opposite side of the bed as you closed the door and went to join him. “I’m sorry...I know you don’t like when I use tracking devices on you like that.” He finally spoke up and broke the silence. You sighed and relaxed back into the bed. “It’s fine. I knew you’d cave and use one eventually. Although it doesn’t even feel like it’s been a full 24 hours. I figured you’d at least waited until the end of the week haha.” 

Were you...were you chuckling at him?

“How are you laughing at a moment like this? Not only have I further done something you don't like but I’m sitting here in this room after all the awful shit I said to you. You should be angry right now. You should yell at me or tell me to get out or break up with me-” You scoffed at his words and sat upright. “Break up with you? Tomoyasu at what point during our argument did I say I ever wanted to break up with you?” You smiled and waited for him to think. “You grabbed your keys and left the house.” He replied sadly but you just rolled your eyes again. “Yeah, and I told you I needed to breath. I didn’t say anything about breaking up with you.” He frowned and gripped the blanket by his side. “Yeah but I was terrible to you. I yelled in your face and I hit the wall. It scared you. I saw the way you jumped when I did it. I called you useless...” His eyes began to tear up. You sighed and moved to sit with him on his side of the bed. “You were angry. I’d seen you say and do even worse stuff to your own coworkers than what you gave to me that night. I’m not excusing that behavior with me of course, but I’m not running from it either. I know you were pushed a little bit too far and unfortunately I was gonna take the grunt of it. Just don’t do it again and we’re cool.” 

“You should hate me. You should break up with me.” 

“Do you want me to break up with you?”

“...no.”

“Then stop telling me what I should do.” You flicked his nose. “I love you Tomoyasu. I knew about the way you were and I hadn’t ran in all of the time we’ve been together. I’m not scared of you. Just don’t do it again. Take time to work on those breathing exercises or whatever that lady said at the anger management class...which I think we’ll be re-enrolling you in soon.” You smirked. “Are you sure you want to stay with someone like me? After how I can get?” He stared at you through the gaps in his messy bangs. “I love you forever right? Now please move out of my way. I’ve got another few hours in this hotel room and they’re bringing up the room service food soon.” You moved him off the bed and toward the table. “You can stay for dinner but only if you quit looking at me like a sad puppy.” You teased. “Okay. I’ll try.” He wipes the tears from his eyes and smiles at you. He begins to wonder just what he did to deserve someone like you in his life. Someone that can take him at his absolute worst the way you did every single time. He makes two promises to himself mentally in that moment. One was that he would always try to not blow up at you as badly as he did that night, and Two was that he’d always try his hardest to make you feel the way you made him feel. 

Loved. Very much so.

#gotta get better at writing this kinda thing #this was fun practice #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #tomoyasu chikazoku #tomoyasu chikazoku x reader #skeptic bnha #scenario #mla #meta liberation army

[detaia]

you're in an open plain. its night. you can't see a thing; what little light the moon provides is obscured by a sea of grey clouds. but you can hear them. thunderous footsteps, getting closer. and fast. much too fast for something so heavy its every step cracks the earth. the noise is deafening. you cover your ears but the sound vibrates through the earth and directly into your skull. you keep your hands on your ears anyway, driving the palms in as hard as you can.

you can't tell which direction they're coming from. the noise is everywhere. all you know is that there's more than one. maybe two, maybe three, maybe forty. its hard to tell. it doesn't matter. you're on your knees with both eyes shut tight and all the noise noise noise around you can't THINK. if only you had a moment to think. just one moment of

Silence. You open your eyes. It's quiet. You slowly rise above the long grass and scan the horizon with wary caution. You can just barely make out......something. Pillars? There are six pillars in a loose circle around you. Tall as houses they are. And covered in strange patterns. You can't tell what. Bumps and ridges create an uneven texture all across its black surface.

The clouds shift. In the pale light of the moon you begin see what the patterns really are. rows and rows of human teeth, arranged in neat swirls and lines all over their legs and torsos and upper bodies like armour. or carapace, considering the way the blackened molars seem to grow directly out of their skin.

The titans have no arms or head. Their upper bodies are blocky and vaguely rectangular, like an eraser. You notice all six are facing you with their widest, flattest sides. Curious. Make no mistake, these things are intimidating. But as intimidating as they are, you're not sure how they could possibly harm you.

As if in response to your train of thought the titans begin to move. Slow, solid steps. Then faster. A brisk march. Faster still. and faster. Until the titans are running full sprint towards you at an inhuman speed, leaving broken earth and clouds of dust in their wake. Your eyes narrow. You still don't understand. What could they possibly be doing? Sure you're surrounded, but if those things all run at you at the same time, all they're going to do is crash into each other......

You watch the hulking giants sprint with single-minded focus. And you feel it in your bones that you were wrong. The teeth aren't black. They've been stained red so many times the dried blood might as well be ink. Your heart pounds in your ears to the rhythm of death's footsteps. The thunder is everywhere. It's everywhere because you're right in the center of these fucking things. And the circle is closing in.

You run. There's nowhere to go. Screaming is useless; no one can hear you. You scream anyway. You're still screaming, at the end.

[simplyahoe]

Hello! Can i request Kyojuro x Dom male reader with face-fucking and bondage (and edging if you feel like including it). Anyway, i love your work 😊

Tw: face fucking, bondage, edging, some aftercare

This took longer than I thought and certainly more words than I thought. Enjoy your fanfiction length madness

If this isn’t to your taste, send another request! I’m happy to write more

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The short walk to your house pained, but relieved you. Slow sluggish movements accompanied by the stress leaving your body, making your mind drift off. After being neck deep in work for three weeks, you could finally relax.

“I’m home”

Time seemed to slow as you entered your home. Taking off your shoes seemed to take more effort than normal. The rustling of clothes fills the deafening silence. The house is too silent.

Your boyfriend would normally be here to greet you loudly.

“Kyojuro?”

You called his name loudly into the quiet.

A muffled yelp and quiet thump was the only response. The sounds originated from your shared room, the door badly cracked open.

That explains the silence. He couldn’t hear you. You did soundproof the room after all.

Leaving your stuff in the hall, you approached the open door. Whispered curses from a familiar voice was all you heard, even when you opened the door fully.

On the bed, your beloved Rengoku Kyojuro struggled with some rope. More like struggling with some rope, while half tied up and mostly naked, which is a sight to behold.

Closing the door behind you, you took in the sight

Red and yellow rope criss-crossed his body, the Hishi Karada’s patterns of diamonds pulled down his torso and past the growing bulge of his crotch.

He at least put on the tie on lace underwear you got him for a joke(kind of). Cutting off underwear gets expensive after some time.

Was he expecting you to walk in on him like this? Or was he expecting you to walk in when he is fully tied up? Because that underwear gives easy access and removal even when fully tied up.

Sitting on his ass with his legs bent and tied with the futomomo pattern. He was currently attempting to free his left arm

“I CAN EXPLAIN!”

He waved his free hand like it would help convince you. His cheeks became a fiery red and his eyes wide.

“Kyojuro? Are you playing with yourself?”

“No! I- well, I-“

“‘I’ what?”

You kneeled in front of him, grabbing his face and forcing him to look at you. His throat bobbed as he swallows saliva, grasping at his fleeing courage

“I knew you were stressed. And I knew you would be free for the next few days. So I wanted to surprise you.” His eyes moved focus from you and he muttered past a pout “it didn’t go as planned”

“You wanted to surprise me, sunbeam? Look at you baby, you didn’t even tie your arm right” Your hands worked to free his arm

“It’s hard with one arm and it’s embarrassing” he whines, leaning against you

“Let me”

“…. Make it tighter?”

“Of course”

You didn’t even need to fight him to tie his wrists to his hips. You did have to go over the bits of his work that came out a bit loose.

Stepping away, you looked at yours and his combined handiwork. Taking a short amount of time to prepare for what’s ahead(stripping off your clothes, grabbing lube, stuff to use to clean yourselves up, and maybe getting the strapless strap on[I ain’t judging if you are afab]).

Maneuvering him on the bed was easy, he was hard and his mind was already floating in the comfort of the rope’s pressure.

You had him on his knees in front of you, nuzzling into your neck. His hot breath tickled the skin.

Your hands drift down and rub at the rough fabric of the underwear and the rope on his thighs, listening to the quiet whine that slipped from his lips. He started to move his hips, hoping to get more friction.

“Look at you. So hard already? I didn’t even do much to you. Did me walking in turn you on?”

The whine that he let out this time was much louder

You pressed kisses against his jawline, hands pressing and rubbing against the rough fabric. You moved slowly and deliberately, feeling out the smallest of details on his body.

This is the body of the man you love so much, there is so much to admire. Every swell of muscle and raised scar.

Quiet moans and sighs filled the air as you continued to trace and palm at his body. Your mouth trailing down his neck and to his chest, leaving soft bites and light kisses.

Even when he started to grind the damp fabric against your hand, your pace stayed the same. Soft and gentle

There was no point in rushing when you had the whole night ahead.

“Stop it”

A whisper, but you still caught it

Backing up and pulling back completely, your hands returned to your side as his hips chased them. He looked close to finishing there

He bit back a whine as he remembered that he was the one who called for the stop.

Fuck! I was so close! Why did I stop them?

“Kyo?”

“Stop being so gentle!”

Annoyance filled his squirming being. From the half-hearted glare and the pout, he wanted something more rough, more extreme than what he currently is getting.

“Kyo-“

“We’ve been over this, you can’t hurt me. I’ll be fine.”

You gave him a look

“Weren’t you the one crying and complaining about me being too rough last time?”

Last time, he did indeed sob into his pillow as you fucked him into the bed. Crying over how rough you were. Crying about the bruising and the bites. Especially crying about how “he can’t”

Steam poured from his ears as he gave a over exaggerated grin

“I can take it! I’m a Hashira after all! Plus! I can safeword out! So no stopping until you're satisfied or I safeword!”

Right, he always ends up crying over the rough treatment anyways. As long as there is proper aftercare, it will be fine. You are technically the weaker one in the relationship, despite Kyojuro handing over all control to you.

“Right, right. But I still need to get you warmed up-“

“Excuses!”

“Fine, if you want it rough, I’ll give you rough.”

His yelp cut off when you grabbed his head. Forcing him down your length, you purposely hit the back of his throat. Making him to gag.

He pulled mostly off for a breath and a cough before you forced him down again. His muffled cries vibrates down your length

Tears welled up in his eyes and poured down when he blinked.

Kyojuro is very ashamed that he only got harder with this treatment. While he did ask for it, he didn’t expect this. Moans easily getting muffled as you fucked his face.

He barely held his body up as you fucked his face. His arms struggled against the rope as he attempted to tear his wrists free to support his bodyweight.

Slowly, he stopped struggling and started putting more focus on keeping his breathing, which was starting to get difficult with you forcing yourself down his throat. Drool spilled past his lips and dripped down onto his lap.

“Good boy. Look at you, you can take me in fully I bet!”

As you said that, you pressed his head all the way down. His nose pressed against your stomach as a moan slipped out. You held him there for a bit, watching as his eyes started to fill with panic as he starts to struggle breathing.

It amuses you greatly when his noise level raised with each second as his throat constricted against your tip

When you finally let go, he jerked away completely. Coughs racked his body, eyes looking down and away from you.

“Is there something wrong?”

Your teasing concern made him shake his head, his thighs coming together and body turned to the side. His face and ears turning a bright red. His breathing, raspy.

You simply shrugged. One way to find out now.

Grabbing his shoulders, you easily pinned him to the bed. His eyes shined with tears and saliva dripped a bit down his throat, but you can see what he was hiding. The underwear is completely soaked, he had came without being touched.

“Awww, baby look at you” you cooed, fingers dipped past the rope, tracing his muscles “Did you like it that much?”

“No I don’t shuddap”

His words slurring as he shook his head wildly. No matter how much he verbally rejected everything you said, his body reacted positively to your touch. His back arching into your touch.

Untying the underwear, you slid it off his body, watching as his cock sprung up.

“Let’s start the fun, shall we?” You purred into his ear, grinning as he let out a moan in response “I will do whatever I want and you will take it, you are a good boy right?”

He can safeword out whenever he feels that it’s too much

You kissed his sweat covered forehead, completely loving the way he melted into it.

Wrapping your hand around his dick, you start pumping it with vigor. He whined loudly, head thrown back into the sheets shaking his head, hands gripping and pulling at the ropes.

“No……. I don’t want it….. I already came….”

Despite his words, hips bucked wildly into your hand, despite the slight overstimulation.

His second orgasm came over him quickly. With a cry, he completely tensed up, eyes squeezed shut, releasing all over your hand and his stomach. Relaxing only after you let go of him.

Collecting some of his release on your fingers. Satisfied with the amount, you prodded at his entrance. Slipping in easily, you started working him open.

“I don’t want to cum” words spoken in between breaths

You happily listened to his words. If he didn’t want to cum, then he isn’t going to.

Stretching him to satisfaction, the whine he released when you pulled your fingers out was beautiful. You quickly lined yourself up and slid in, taking care to press roughly against his prostate. His warmth welcomed you, tightening and refusing to let you go. He yelped as you thrust harshly into him. Fucking into him with a disregard to his sensitivity.

It hurts, but feels so good

The obscene sounds mixed with the squeaks and moans, bouncing off the walls. You could only thank that you are at YOUR home, not his. You would rather not corrupt his innocent little brother or get yelled at by his father.

“Cum.. cumming…I’m cumming”

Stilling in him, the whines he let out were adorable. Tears started to fall faster from his eyes. Whines spilling easily from his lips. Squirming around you.

You leaned down and pressed kisses down his neck, this time leaving bite marks and bruises as you went. Occasionally moving the rope out the way to leave some more bites.

Once you felt him relax around you, you started to move again. Hitting his prostate with punishing precision, easily working him up again. Once again stopping when he was close.

“Whyyyy? I was so close….. pleaseeeee.”

“You said you didn’t want to cum”

“Pleaseeee! Let me cum! Pleassssseeeeeee!”

You leaned in really close to him, whispering into his ears

“If you insist.”

“Please! Just let me cum!”

He nodded. His begging is incredibly cute. Then again, you did make him cum twice before edging him twice.

It’s surprising that you resisted cumming for this long.

With almost all of your stress relieved, you started to move again, this time aiming to cum with him. Maybe make him cum one more time after. Yeah, that is a good plan.

Fucking into his ass with renewed vigor, you enjoyed the loud sobs and moans. You set your hard and fast pace, ruining his thought process and rendering it useless.

So good….. more….

“You feeling good?”

He nodded, unable to form words other than the sobs

The two of you ended up cumming rather quickly. An animalistic roar ripping from your throat, as Kyojuro nearly screamed. You watched as his eyes crossed.

As his mental consciousness slowly returned, you used this as a break. Lightly grinding into him and pulling soft sounds from him.

“One more.”

“…..What?”

“One more, baby.”

And you started moving AGAIN. This time, he did scream. Yanking hard at the ropes, thrashing in your hold.

“STOP! TOO MUCH! STOP…”

Locking him still into a hug, you held him still. Rutting into him like it was the last time you will ever have with him.

“PLEASE STOP!.. I DON’T WANNA!…. STOP!”

Drawing one last orgasm from him, you chased your own for a bit, but you followed soon after. His eyes rolled back. Tears and drool slid down his face. Strangled noises escaped him as you whispered sweet nothings and praise.

“.. you are a good boy…. So strong….. My Kyojuro…… beautiful boy…. I love you so much. I promise you that”

He simply nodded in agreement. It took a bit before you managed to hear anything from the dazed man.

“…..I’m…..a..good boy…..”

“Yes you are. Now let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”

“Mhn”

Pulling out, you quickly started working on removing the ropes. While the ropes are made of high quality stuff, he still got rope burns from how hard he struggled against them.

You cleaned him with a towel, rubbing gently at his skin. You are going to have to carry him to the bath again, but it should be fine. You can rub in the ointments and creams later. After the bath.

You left everything not needed in the room, carrying your dazed boyfriend to the bath, helping him clean up and settle in. Being extra gentle when washing his face and adding a light massage when washing his hair.

He leaned against the side of your private hot spring, red and yellow eyes staring into you as you washed yourself.

You rinsed off the suds and looked over at him. His owl like eyes bore into you.

“Yes?”

“Did I end up complaining again?”

His voice is soft and quiet, unlike his normal way of speaking. There is a bit of rasp from how loudly he was crying out earlier, but he wasn’t speaking quietly because of that

“A bit, but I was pretty rough on you”

“Mhn”

You slid into the bath with him, arms wrapping around him

“Can we stay like this for a bit?”

“Of course” you pressed a soft kiss on his lips “we can leave when you say so”

“…….Thanks” he leaned against you, wet hair pressing poking your neck and chest

“No, thank you”

Some time passed before you said the next thing

“Next time you are stressed, you do that to me, yeah?”

“Love, no.”

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[jayteacups]

I hc that when Levi's best friend (they're both adults) -- who's kinda shy, and who he's kinda been crushing on but hasn't said anything/acted on it -- finally tells him "I love you", he'd literally choke back a small sob and silently cry at her confession. She'd be like "...Lev...I'm so sorry. Did I-did I do something wrong-?" but he cuts her off and leans his forehead against hers, and he'd softly yet tearily say, "Don't ever apologize for that" as he sighs and the tears keep silently coming.

Confessions

You've been in love with your best friend for a long, long time, and you finally work up the courage to confess.

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x GN!Reader

Tags and warnings: GN!Reader (the ask specifies she/her pronouns but no gender-specific pronouns are used in the actual piece of writing), best friends to lovers, confessions, soft, fluffy

Word count: 0.5k words

A/N: Bless your soul anon this is so cute!! Totally in love with this idea, he would be really touched and a little overwhelmed that somebody would confess their love to him, poor baby :(( he deserves the world :((( I couldn’t stop thinking about this so I had to bring this to life in a little imagine, I couldn’t help myself! enjoy <3

“I love you.” 

You blurt it out before you can think, and the silence that follows is deafening. Levi’s taken completely off guard - his eyes are blown wide, lips parted in shock. Had this been any other situation, you would’ve teased him lightly, for it is all too rare that he is surprised like this, but right now, you can’t. 

Heart hammering furiously in your chest, you swallow. Fuck. Fuck, you shouldn’t have said anything, you should’ve kept your stupid mouth shut—

Your internal spiral is momentarily paused by the sound of Levi taking in a sharp, shuddering inhale, choking back what sounds like a sob. He instantly looks down, averting his eyes away from yours. His hair falls forward, shielding his face from view, and your chest feels tight at the sight of his shaking shoulders. 

“I…” you’re shaking your head frantically, as you place a tentative hand on his shoulder. “Lev, I’m so sorry.” A quiet sniffle coming from your best friend incites stinging in your own eyes, and the growing lump in your throat is making it a little too difficult to breathe. Guilt burns deep inside of you. Shit, I shouldn’t have said anything.

You realise that this is the most open he has ever been with you, and the realisation cleaves your heart into two, because this will be the first and only time he will ever bare himself like this to you. Resigning yourself to the loss of your best friend, the loss of the man you would dedicate your entire life to if he asked you so, you hold back a whimper. 

“Did I…” Your voice cracks. You swallow and try again. “Did I do something wrong? I’m sorry—”

Levi raises his head, his hands coming to rest on your biceps, gently tugging you closer to him. Up close, tears cling to his long lashes and leave behind trails upon his cheeks. 

He tilts his head forwards, resting his forehead against yours. You let your eyes close shut. 

“Don’t ever apologise for that,” he says tearily, his voice wavering, filled with longing. “Don’t.” 

Oh.

“Oh.” You repeat your thoughts dumbly. 

How could you have missed it?

“Yeah.” He confirms in the softest of tones, yet still a little choked up. Opening your eyes, you lean your head back. Tears are still streaming down his face, but he’s smiling almost imperceptibly, his features softened and open. 

Your hands move of their own accord and gently wipe the fresh tears off of his face. His eyes close with your gentle gestures. You’re blinking your own tears back as you cup his cheeks and return his smile. 

“Can I kiss you?” He breathes, his hand coming to rest at the back of your neck.

“Are you kidding? I’ve waited years for this moment,” you say through your own happy tears.

“Me too.”

He leans in. 

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[helliontherapscallion]

Headcanons for SBI Sibling!Parrot Hybrid!Reader

(A/N): ope, went a little overboard with this one (also it’s not proofread, so sorry about any mistakes)

You have wings on your back (the feather pattern depends on what parrot floats your boat)

If you’re a Scarlet Macaw, Blue-and-Yellow Macaw, or Chestnut-Fronted Macaw, then you have black lines on your cheeks and heavy black lines around your eyes (think Hawks from bnha but less pointy)

If you are a Hyacinth Macaw, you have yellow markings around your eyes and mouth

If you’re a cockatiel, you have a killer mohawk/hair that is always very pointy and orange circles on your cheeks (how cute!)

I have a feeling that your hair is incredibly soft

Very sensitive wings

I feel like your teeth would be sharp and your nails would normally be fast-growing, long, and sharp

You tilt your head like impossibly far when you’re confused or trying to hear something better

Like your ear would almost be touching your shoulder

The head movements are very jerky and kinda just happen on their own when you hear something so you would have a lot of neck pain : (

You’re allergic to chocolate : (

I feel like people would underestimate you greatly and think you’re nothing except the ditzy comedic relief

Parrots are actually very intelligent

It bums you out to hear people say things like that behind your back when they think you can’t hear, but you try to not let them get to you

You give the best cuddles and are very affectionate with the people you’re close to (you’re also very cautious of strangers)

You’re also very in tune with the emotions of the people around you

You see someone sad? Head nuzzles and wing hugs

You see someone angry? You deescalate the situation the best you can and make sure they’re ok afterwards

You can dilate and contract your pupils rapidly at will

You may or may not stare at people doing it until they notice you staring or until they get creeped out

You fuck hard with any type of seed, nut, or fruit

When you get excited, it’s literally so cute??

Like you do everything parrots do

Little happy pitter patters with your feet, flutter your wings, your pupils contract and dilate rapidly, you make a ton of mob sounds

You’re easily excitable, hyper, and happy most of the time

It makes everyone happy to see you so excited so they would often go out of their way to get you things that make you happy

“Hey (y/n) I have some extra melon seeds if you want em!”

*Pupils contract and dilate rapidly*

You are loud

Like very loud

And very talkative

Like everyone knows where you are at all times

If you’re quiet and they know you’re around, either something is very wrong or they’re about to get pranked

God forbid you start to scream, your scream is loud enough to deafen someone for a brief amount of time and would leave everyone’s ears ringing for days on end

The mere mention of yours and Tommy's names together in one sentence is enough to give Philza a headache (someone give this poor man a couple of advils and a long vacation)

You two are literal demons when you’re together

Very chaotic relationship

You both like to fuck with people by sneaking up behind them

You would make mob sounds and Tommy would jump them before you two made a break for it

You and Tommy almost got killed by Techno a few times, but in your opinion the look on his face was 100% worth it every time

I feel like you would cart him up and down from the towers he builds

He could relate to being stereotyped as the stupid loud one, so he recognizes right away when you’re sad about it and will try to cheer you up

His main go to is the jukebox

Oh my god if he plays his jukebox around you, you go full send with your dancing

*AGGRESSIVE HEADBANGING*

He would laugh at your awful dancing, but he would join you eventually

Cat and Mellohi go hard

Speaking of music, Wilbur uses you as a walking soundboard

He needs a sound sample? You better prepare for spending most of your day recreating the sound

He needs back up vocals? You spend most of your day listening to his voice and other singers so you could replicate it

You don’t want to disappoint him so you try extra hard to appease his picky music composition

You kinda stress yourself out over it sometimes

When he notices (which he will, he’s very perceptive), he immediately calls it a day and has some sibling bonding time

You both bond over liking to eat strange things

Amazon macaws like to lick clay deposits on riverbanks so you like to have some on you at all times to lick when you get stressed

Wilbur carries some in a bag in his pocket and you carry a bag of sand 

Whenever one of you notices the other has a rough day, you give each other your respective stuff

You have to be sneaky with it though, Philza always takes away nonedible stuff from his children if he sees them trying to eat it (he has good intentions tho)

It always looks like a drug deal 

With Techno, I feel like he would find you incredibly annoying at first with how loud you are

He would actually start to hate you when you started to sneak up behind him 

It got to the point to whenever he would hear your voice he would get irrationally mad and have to leave the house for a few hours

He, like everyone outside your family, would think you were useless and incredibly stupid

That was until he passed Tommy’s room one day and overheard you crying and telling Tommy about your insecurities

He would spend the next few days ignoring you bc he felt bad

He would spend those days contemplating on why he treated you like he did

Coming to the realization that you were likely trying to get closer to him and you were just being yourself, making him feel like the biggest piece of shit

He totally had no idea how to confront you about this, so naturally he went to Philza (that man was literally so happy that his children were gonna start to get along)

He would spend the day gathering golden melons because he found out that you’d never tried golden melons before from Philza

When he approached you one day with an apology and some golden melons, you were suspicious at first

He hated you, so why would he get you these things if he didn’t need anything from you?

Quickly finding that his apology is genuine and he felt incredibly bad for treating you like that over the years

You picked up on his guilt pretty quickly and made quick work to reassure him

He would take you on short trips and would soon find that you’re very useful in detecting mobs and deterring creepers with cat noises

He would never admit it, but he loves it when you would scare Tommy or Wilbur, thinking it’s hilarious 

You also found out that carrying a seven and a half foot tall piglin hybrid was incredibly difficult to do, especially when flying

You two managed to get only about ten feet above the ground before your wings gave out under the strain and you fell on him

“(Y/n) has earned the achievement ‘When Pigs Fly’” flashed on everyone’s comm tablets that day

That wasn’t fun trying to explain to Philza

Philza would be ecstatic to have someone to fly with that he didn’t have to carry

He would take you on flights when you had too much energy 

Sometimes racing each other and competing to do tricks midair (which sometimes you both rope your brothers into judging)

Late night flights when you need to get your mind off from something

Watching the sunrise together in silence for once

Bonding over being able to see ultraviolet light when everyone else couldn’t

You always give him the shiny things you come across and he gives you your favorite snacks

He always fusses over your wings, sometimes preening them for you

Helping each other through molts

Matches your excitement sometimes when you’re really happy

You feel bad whenever you hear stories of how difficult you were as a baby

He’s quick to reassure you that raising you was worth it and you turned out to be a great person

But he wouldn’t be lying when he said you were a difficult infant

Your terrible twos stage? His literal hell

Philza swears he can still hear ringing from whenever you would throw tantrums as a toddler, even years after you left your toddler age

He also still has some scars from when you went through your biting phase (teething was awful for you, his poor baby)

But he’s happy he was the one that raised you, he genuinely enjoys your presence

If you’re in a really affectionate mood he is more than willing to let you cuddle up to him while he reads a book or something

WING HUGS WING HUGS WING HUGS WIN-

When he’s had a long day and is stressed out, you immediately pick up on that and do everything in your power to make sure your brothers are quiet and behaved, try to find out what made him so stressed, and sometimes go out of your way to take care of it for him

You try to be the one taking care of him for once as much because he’s taken care of you so well throughout the years

He can tell if you’re overwhelmed or upset just with one glance at your ruffled feathers and your rapidly dilating and contracting pupils

Immediately pulling you out of the situation and letting you talk it out

Whenever he finds you sad about your insecurities, he points out every part of your personality that he loves

That’s before he hunts down the person that made you feel like this (he really lives up to his title of ‘The Angel of Death’)

Overall, you wouldn’t trade your family for the world

#sbi x reader #sleepy bois x reader #sleepy bois inc x reader #philza x reader #technoblade x reader #wilbur soot x reader #tommyinnit x reader #mcyt x reader #headcanons

[one-boring-person]

Another idea for a fic:

Submissive Christoph begging you to fuck him with a strap-on while he jerks himself off 😌

I've changed the character in this to Hans again, and I appreciate there may be some historical innacuracy in the existence of this particular toy, but oh well, it is fiction after all😅 I hope you like this!

You Can Do Better Than That.

Colonel Hans Landa (Inglorious Basterds) x reader

Warnings: NSFW, pegging, swearing

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(Tagging @jawline-of-steel because I think you'll enjoy this ;)

The door closes loudly behind us as we walk in, sounding almost deafening in the silence we've created. It's a comfortable quiet, but there's some tension, coming particularly from Hans, who has been shooting me looks all afternoon, clearly trying to ask me for something he's struggling to verbalize. I know he's too proud to ask me outright, so I'll wait until he starts taking his advances a little further, knowing the reward is always much sweeter when I do. 

Going to the kitchen, I place my bags down and start putting stuff away, humming quietly to myself as he follows me inside, putting his own load down, too. Instead of going about tidying away, however, he stops and stares at me, lip pulled between his teeth, shifting somewhat nervously as he watches me work. Turning to him, I give him a look, only to continue ignoring him as he starts to fiddle with his hands, debating with himself.  

I have a vague idea about what he wants, his obvious discomfort making it abundantly clear that something's got him a little flustered, though what it is is a mystery to me.

"(Y/n)..." He finally speaks, voice soft, trying to get my attention.

Turning to him again, I tilt my head, lifting an eyebrow.

"Yeah?"

The colonel bites his lip, glancing away briefly before looking back.

"I, err, I need your help with something." 

"My help? With what?" I smirk now, knowing exactly what he means - he's moved his hands to shield his crotch from view.

Once again, he hesitates to answer, subtly moving the palm of his hand over the bulge forming in his trousers, his cheeks flushing in embarrassment.

"I...I need you, (Y/n). Please." He tells me, making eye contact with me, the hopeful desire in his eyes sending a flash of arousal through me as he fixes them on me, "I've needed you all day."

His admission is what does it for me, my smirk growing larger now.

"Needed me to do what?" I tease him, coming over to him until I'm inches from his face, "Hold you? Kiss you?"

I smirk and move a hand out to brush over his crotch.

"Fuck you?"

Hans' eyes dilate as I say this, a breathy moan leaving him at my words. Bingo, I know just what he's after.

"Fuck me...Please…" He confesses, biting his lip. 

Grinning, I lean in and bite his earlobe, speaking directly into his ear.

"Get upstairs, on the bed. Take your clothes off for me." I order him, watching as he nods and leaves, the bedroom door opening moments later as he enters. 

A few seconds later, I follow him up, going into the room to find him lying on the bed, his body completely bare to me, cock already hard and swaying in the cool air. Licking my lips at the sight, I go over to the set of drawers on the side and take something out, holding it out of his sight and dropping it by the bed as I get closer. 

He keeps his eyes on me, watching my every move as I approach the end of the bed, leaning forward to stroke my hands up the inside of his thighs, smirking as his breath hitches audibly. 

"How long have you been hard, hm? How long have you been waiting for this? All day I bet, like a dirty little slut." I tell him, kneeling between his legs so I can lean over him, looking down at his body appreciatively, "Like my good little slut."

He almost moans at his, arching up towards me, eyes begging me to do something, though I make sure to keep clear of contact until he speaks.

"Use your words, Hans." I scold, hovering over him.

"Please touch me, (Y/n), I need you so badly! Please!" He moans out, biting his lip.

"Good boy." I praise him, before leaning down and kissing him roughly, my tongue slipping into his mouth almost instantly, licking deeply into him. Sounds of pleasure escape him as I press myself down on him, applying pressure and friction on his flushed erection, our eyes falling closed as our tongues dance with one another, mine wrapping around his even as he sucks on it. Our teeth knock together accidentally, my hands now running up his bare chest to his nipples, which I flick and roll between my fingers, drawing gasps from him. Needily, he grinds up against me, searching for more friction. 

Pulling back, I smirk as a string of saliva trails between our open mouths, his lips swollen from the ferocity of the kiss, his eyes blown with lust. 

"Please...Please…" He gasps out, hands lifting to clutch at me.

Batting them away, I smirk and lean back onto my knees, sitting on my heels as I slide my hands down his torso, keeping eye contact with him the entire time. Bending over him, I bite at his collarbone, his sharp intake of breath telling me I've hit the jackpot, my teeth scraping over his skin as I drag my mouth over him. Kissing and sucking, I mouth at his exposed torso, leaving countless marks in my wake, goaded on by the soft moans echoing up from the parted lips of the man below me, his cock starting to weep now as I move further and further down his body. 

As I reach his happy trail, I slow my movements, very deliberately kissing down to the base of his hard cock, which I suck at harshly, knowing it drives him crazy. Crying out, Hans bucks into me, only to whine when I hold him down, licking a long stripe up his cock, following the pulsing vein running up his length. Groaning, he struggles not to move, eyes wide as he watches me kiss his tip, desperation clouding his expression when I pull away. Smirking, I sit up and place a hand at the base, wrapping my fist around him and squeezing just the way he likes it. Hans moans again, his head falling back as I drag my hand up to the tip, starting to jerk him off nice and slowly. Using his precum as lube, I get him all worked up, pressing my thumb over the vein, slipping it over his slit, alternating the pressure of my fingers. 

Watching him closely, I take note of what affects him the most, using it to my advantage to get him closer and closer to orgasming, lowering my other hand to fondle his balls. This seems to do the trick, Hans' cock starting to twitch as his body tenses, clearly ready to cum.

At the last minute, I pull away, chuckling at his whimpers of desperation and disappointment, his gaze returning to mine. 

"(Y/n), please, I need to cum! Please, I'll do anything!" He pleads with me, clutching at the bedsheets in panic. 

I tilt my head.

"Don't worry, you'll get to cum...but it depends how badly you want it. I thought you wanted me to fuck you?" I tease him, stroking his quivering thighs. 

"Yes, yes please! Fuck me, (Y/n)! Please, fuck me hard!" He begs, looking up at me pleadingly.

"And how should I fuck you, hm?" I start to run a hand down to my own crotch, finding his pleasure to be incredibly arousing, his whines and pleas going straight to my core.

He blushes as he realizes what I want to hear, his ears going bright red.

"I...I want you inside me." He murmurs, looking down.

Tutting, I tilt his chin up with two fingers, making him look me in the eye.

"What was that?" I ask, lifting an eyebrow.

He hesitates before replying again.

"I want you inside me." He bites his lip, "Please, (Y/n), I want you to fuck me hard. Please fuck me, until I can barely walk tomorrow without being reminded of how you ruined me."

His words send a bolt of heat to my own core, arousal building quickly.

Climbing off the bed, I strip myself of my own clothes, Hans watching me raptly as I get bare, the man swallowing at the sight. Leaning down, I pick up the object I dropped by the bed before, securing it to my crotch with a smirk. He eyes the strap-on with some trepidation, his cock twitching in anticipation.

"I'm going to need this slicked up if you want me to fuck that tight hole of yours, Hans." I gesture to the fake cock protruding from the harness, knowing full well it isn't the only prep we'll need.

Eagerly, he scrambles up the bed until he's level with my crotch, opening his mouth as he looks up at me, knowing exactly what I want. Smiling at his obedience, I slide the cock into his mouth, watching as his tongue caresses the rubber, his eyes falling closed as I buck it into his throat, wanting to get it completely wet with his saliva. Drool drips down his chin, his lips stretched beautifully around the fake body part, being as gentle as as if it were real. 

Deeming it ready, I tap his chin and pull out.

"Up on the bed, on your front, ass up." I command him, slapping his thigh as he goes to move.

Whining needily, he does as he's told, swaying his ass temptingly as I climb on behind him, his hole bared to me. 

Groaning at the sight of him so ready for me, I spit on his asshole and use two fingers to push the saliva into him, working him open for me. He's tight, muscles clenching around my digits as I push them into him, the sensations drawing loud moans from him, his fists clenching the bedsheets again. Adding a third finger, I work him open, quickly getting him prepared. 

As soon as he is, I move forward and place the head of the cock at his entrance, pushing in only enough so it starts to penetrate him. Rocking back into me, he whines, trying to encourage me until he realizes I want him to speak to me again.

"Please...please, fuck me, (Y/n), fuck me so hard!" He pleads, accent heavy now.

"You can do better than that, Hans." I tell him, slapping his ass hard, a frown escaping him.

"Fuck me until I can't walk! Destroy my tight hole with your big cock, so that the only thing I can remember is your name and the feeling of you slamming inside me! I want you so bad, please! Please completely ruin me!" He begs, sounding as if he's crying for me, arching into me as he does so.

"That's more like it." Is all I can say as I thrust the cock into him, bottoming out in one go.

He moans loudly, a groan leaving me as the end of the cock presses into my sensitive clit, sending a wave of pleasure through me. Rocking back on me, Hans urges me on, craving more, his cock still weeping from earlier, balls drawn up tightly.

Moving out, I keep the head in for a brief moment before I slam back into him, setting a hard, rough pace, using his body as the harness rubs against me, drawing grunts of pleasure from me even as he makes obscene sounds himself. I grip his hips, using the leverage to my advantage as he grab a at the bedsheets, needing something to hold on to as I pound into him, fucking him roughly. 

As he gets close again, however, I pull out once more, not giving him time to complain  as I roll him over and enter him once more, continuing the hard pace relentlessly, watching the pleasured expression on his face. Precum stains his chest and abdomen, his cock slick with the stuff as it moves in time with my thrusts, the head red and flushed, looking painful. Leaning down, I bite at his chest again, leaving yet more marks as he arches into me, mewling needily from the onslaught of pleasure he's feeling, his brow furrowed in ecstasy as he grasps at me. Once more, I feel him getting closer to his climax, stopping again as he reaches the brink.

Whining, he looks up at me, surprised when I suddenly roll us both over, leaving him on top of me. The surprise swiftly vanishes as the cocks sinks further into him, sliding over his G-spot, a broken moan tearing from his lips as he falls forwards, bracing himself on my chest. Instinctively, he starts to ride the cock, lifting and lowering himself onto it, finding the right angle even as I buck my hips up into him, slamming into his prostate with every thrust, rendering him almost speechless as the pleasure consumes him. 

He takes his cock in hand, fisting himself in time with his movements, twitching in his hand. Smearing his fluids all over himself, he bites his lip and squeezes himself, going faster even as he bucks up and down on the strap faster, drawing sounds of pleasure from me as it starts to knock hard against my clit, bringing me close to orgasm. Pleasure races through me, mirrored in him as his body goes tense, cock already beginning to spurt as he grinds down on me, head thrown back.

"Cum, Hans, cum!" I growl up to him, holding his hips hard as I thrust up into him, moaning as my orgasm erupts within me. 

Through the rush of ecstasy, I watch him cum all over my chest and his hand, his grip tightening as he cries out, falling forwards onto me, made weak by the flood of sensations. He jerks in my arms, sensitive as his cock spills the last of its seed onto us both, his hole fluttering around the hard cock still inside him.

Gently, I push him off, removing the strap from him and myself, returning to bed with him.

"That better?" I murmur to him, pulling him into my arms again.

He nods, humming.

"Much better. Thank you." He says against my chest, holding me close.

"Anytime." I smirk, "Especially if you beg as prettily as that again."

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[stansethandpaul]

Jealousy Jealousy (rewrite)

Angst -> Fluff: Embry Call x GN!reader

Summary: Embry gives y/n a slap in the face about reality after they constantly sulk about Bella.

A/N: I'm much more content with this one and I actually might end up deleting the other one, sorry about that. I actually took a lot more time editing this and didn't write this when I was burnt out compared to the other one! I'm just overall way happier with the other one because I knew that the other one wasn't my true capability.

warnings: angst (that's all I could really think of tell me if you see anything else!)

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Constant notifications vibrated Jacob's phone as we sat on his couch together watching the movie on the screen. I shot him a look of annoyance, signaling him to check his phone which he did swiftly. His eyes shot open in surprise before he shot up from the couch and throwing on a shirt and shoes, hopping out the door as he attempted to put the last shoe on.

"Sorry y/n! Bella just told me she was free, you know what it's been like for her!" He hastily shouted out before sprinting down the gravel driveway.

"Bye!" I shouted back, trying to hide my disappointment.

I grimaced at the situation. On one hand, I knew how the sudden disappearance of the Cullens devastated her, especially Edward's sudden abandonment but this happened way too many times. But on the other, Jacob was like her puppy dog now, it was like I wasn't even his friend anymore, it was like our friendship meant nothing.

Knowing that Jacob wouldn't be back anytime soon, I got my stuff and locked the door behind me before driving over to Emily's place to surround myself in the livelier company.

"Sup y/n! Missed me didn't ya!" Jared boomed as I opened the door to which I replied with a "you wish". I chuckled at his dramatic pain as he pretended to hold his heart, eyes shut and face contorting.

"Know where Embry is?" Questioning the dramatic boy as I peered around the room to see if I could find any trace of the lanky boy, no luck.

"Finding your loverboy huh? With the deepest of regrets, I must inform you that he was put on patrol today." He said, mocking my curiosity over Embry's whereabouts. I stuck my tongue out at him to tease him before flipping him off and leaving to the porch to await Embry.

"Knock it off Paul, it's not what you think"

"yeah sure, and if it wasn't what I HEARD THROUGH THE MINDLINK then I don't know what else it could have been"

Their voices permeated through the thick fog as their silhouettes came into view, Paul's muscly tall physique was seen locking an arm around Embry's tall lanky but lean body.

"Aw buzz off Paul," Embry said as he struggled to get Paul's arm off of his neck. He laughed at his struggle before letting go as he noticed me, shooting Embry a smirk to which a slight blush came onto his face, only noticeable as they got closer. Odd.

"Sup Paul," I smirked at him before turning my attention over to Embry.

"And hello to you too wolf boy," teasing him to which he shot a glare at me before attempting to stifle his laughs.

Paul said a prompt bye before jogging into the house to fill up his appetite whilst Embry sat down next to me, his body warmth radiating. The cold air nipped at my skin, pushing me to get closer to the much warmer boy as I swung my legs into his lap and resting my head on his shoulder.

"Jacob left again?"

A sigh left my mouth at his obvious question.

Closing my eyes promptly, I answered with a short nod. A response that showed my true feelings after all these times of being blown off by Jacob.

We sat in silence, my eyes closed as I felt his shoulders move up and down in a rhythmic motion, lulling me to sleep almost. The deafening quiet seemed to almost suffocate us before I decided to talk.

"I don't know what to do anymore Embry, I'm always there for him when he needs me but, he runs to her at the drop of a hat or more like a single text message," I grumbled, reminiscing about the times Jacob's left me in the dust for Bella, excuses sprouting up.

"Why does everyone in this town seem to be so infatuated with her," expecting no response I kept going.

"Is it because she's Charlie's daughter? Hell if I was his child Jacob would be all over me too right? I'd be the hot topic of town too, people staring at me wherever I go, being suddenly accepted by the Cullen family and Jacob. I'd really have the best of both worlds wouldn't I?" Scowling at my own questions, I turned to Embry for answers.

"Am I not right?"

Silence.

"Helloooooooo, Earth to Embry?" I said, poking his cheeks with my finger. His brows seemed to be furrowed together, eyes lost in thought, his attention elsewhere.

There seemed to be no response from him to which I huffed and turned back to stare at the fog rolling in.

Closing my eyes to embrace the serenity once more, his lulling voice startled me.

“I don’t think it’s true.”

I turned my head towards him, curiosity piqued by his response.

“Let’s be real Embry, I’d have the best time of my life if I was Bella fucking Swan. Every guy would love me, all the attention would be on me and I wouldn’t be a second option again. Hell, I’d even be able to actually confess to my crush without fearing rejection.” Bitterness laced the last sentence as I satirically spoke my mind. Looking at Embry’s hands and wishing they were embracing mine, the sudden gesture of his fist clenching as his knuckles turned white shocked me, he was mad.

“God y/n, why the hell do you always need to compare yourself to Bella? She hasn’t even done anything to you. It’s always Bella this Bella that if I was her blah blah blah. Get over yourself, you’re not her and you won’t ever be. Learn how to appreciate yourself and live YOUR life and stop moping around. So what Jacob runs to Bella each time, you have Jared, Emily, Paul, and everyone else.”

A long silence suspended in the air.

“You have me and you come running, you never see the other people around you cause you’re too busy complaining. You can’t even see how much I love you cause you’re so stuck up about being Bella and being Jacob’s priority aren’t you?” Finishing his sentence, he proceeded to get up before walking away. Stopping before reaching the woods, his back faced to me, he spoke simply.

“Find me when you can learn to be y/n and not Bella.”

His form morphed before running into the woods on all fours, leaving me stunned. After a brief moment, tears flooded my eyes. I never got to tell him that I do like him, I never got to tell him that I just want his attention, I just wanted him.

Thoughts spiraled in my head, I was jealous of Bella for sure but I was jealous because of the attention she was given. I just wanted Embry to treat me like she was treated, I wanted to be special to him.

I ran home, I ran because I was scared. I was scared I wouldn't be able to look at him properly.

Weeks passed as we ceased to talk, and I ceased to exist in the small town of Forks. Or so I thought.

I groaned as heavy knocks assaulted my front door, I picked up the phone looking at the time. Who the hell shows up at someone's house at 4am?

Throwing on a sweater and sweats, I dragged myself to the front door, the cold hardwood floor seemingly repelling me from ever making any progress. I swung the door open, grumbling as my eyes were half open wondering who it was.

Jacob Black.

Mentally sighing, I invited him inside from the pouring rain, he seemed devastated.

He sat down after he changed as I made him some hot chocolate to comfort him.

"She chose him y/n, he came back and she chose him over me. She drove to Italy for that stupid bloodsucker." His cracking voice was more than enough for me to grasp his frustration and devastation.

"I dropped everything for her, I did everything for her y/n. And she still chose the guy that skipped town huh?" Laughing bitterly at the situation, I stared at his cup before handing it to him.

"Maybe if I was better than Edward I would've won this stupid fucking battle," his words escaping his clenched teeth. He was like me, we were jealous of someone, someone that seemed to win everything, someone that we were not. The words spoken to me by Embry were words I carried with me even as I was moping over the whole situation.

"Stop comparing yourself to him, Jacob. You're not Edward and you won't ever be him. You're so insistent on being better than Edward or being Edward that you can't even see what's in front of you. I was always here for you Jake, I was always here but you treated me like I was a second option. You left me in a heartbeat for her but you never had time to spend with me, not even five minutes, when you were with her," I too chuckled bitterly at the ironic situation, me and Jacob were similar in many ways.

"Learn to live your life, don't live it for her or because of her, learn how to live it like you want." Those words seemed to resonate deep within both of us. After finally speaking those words, I realized that I was ready to live my life as y/n, a citizen of the small city of Forks, and not vying to be Bella, the new girl to forks.

I stood up, putting on shoes hastily before grabbing the handle. I could sense Jacob's attempt to stop me and apologize for his treatment but I knew better.

"It's ok, I know you're gonna apologize. I'm not going to accept, I want the Jake that will care and treat everyone with the same importance that you had for Bella. Come to me when you're ready, but until then I hope you grow and learn how to live your life."

I paused again, one foot out of the door.

"I have someone important to apologize to, someone that didn't leave me in the blink of an eye."

I hurriedly shut the door behind me before running to the woods, my lungs burning and legs aching as I forced myself to my limit. I ran and ran, visions of the houses slowly turned to trees, the crunching leaves under my feet reminded me of the days we would all run through the woods.

My breathing became labored as I was reaching my breaking point but it was close, our place was close. Then, in my distant vision, I could see it. That one pine tree, seemingly normal to many, but to me, it held our memories. The initials only reassured my assumption as I knew that he would be here waiting. As I got closer to the tree, my legs gave out under me, sending me tumbling to the ground whilst tree branches scratched my arms and ripped a hole in my pants.

"EMBRY! EMBRY I'M HERE PLEASE!" I shouted into the dark forest, eyes tearing up once more as I pleaded.

"I LOVE YOU EMBRY CALL AND I'M SORRY I WAS TOO BLIND TO REALIZE IT!" I shouted once more before crumpling closer to the ground, my tears now fully flowing and hitting the dead leaves below.

Maybe I took too long, maybe he moved on, maybe I was too jealous of someone to even realize his love.

As sobs continued throughout my body, the hope of him ever coming was diminishing.

I was too late.

Suddenly, I felt a pair of strong but warm arms wrap around my waist and pulling me up.

"Shhh, it's ok I'm here now."

That voice, I looked up to see Embry's face which held a dorky grin. I threw my arms around him as sobs still left my body, the emotional rollercoaster was far too much for me to handle.

"I-i'm s-s-so sorry Embry, I was too focused on trying to be Bella that I-"

"I know, I know, I heard it all," shushing me as he rubbed circles on my back consoling me. After what felt like hours in his embrace, I finally calmed down and only tear stains remained.

I finally lifted my head to meet his eyes properly this time, he stared back with tender eyes.

"You finally learned how to live for you huh?" He asked, not expecting an answer to which I was oblivious.

Before I could respond, he pressed his lips to mine. I didn't try and fight it and melted into it instead.

I was blind to be jealous of Bella when I already had something that she fought to keep.

Smiling mentally, I wrapped my arms around his neck to deepen the kiss.

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[saintshigaraki]

the sun has not yet fallen

pairing: bakugou katsuki x gn!reader

word count: 2.2k 

excerpt: You look back towards the setting sun just once. You don’t really know why. Perhaps to find some bravery in the beauty of it, to steal yourself a few extra seconds of this limbo you’ve found yourself in. Where everything is hazy and beautiful and hurts so bad you can hardly breathe.

a/n: me: i hate angst

       also me: writes this fic

tags: angst, hurt/comfort, sometimes love requires work 

in case you want to read it on ao3!

Katsuki is in a bad mood. He was uncharacteristically quiet when he walked through the door which is more often than not a sign he was trying his damndest to hold back saying something just a bit too cruel. And you appreciate the effort, truly you do. 

On any other day, you would’ve let him be to work through his shit alone. He usually does that by cooking up something far too elaborate for a weekday night, and then after decompressing for a bit, he tends to slink back into whichever room you’re in and lay his head on your lap so you can work your fingers through his hair. 

You’ve found over the last two years that that is what tends to work best. Giving him space and letting him come to you.  

But today you’re feeling just as raw as he does. You can’t remember the last time you spent quality time together. You can’t remember the last time he didn’t go to bed so exhausted he was out before his head hit the pillow. You can’t remember the last time you didn’t feel this heavy cloud hanging over your head. You can’t remember a moment where there wasn't a timer counting down and down and down while you do nothing but wait for it to hit zero. You’re not quite sure what will happen when your time is up.

It’s selfish, probably, to want to be with him right now when you know he’s so weary, but you won’t even bother him, is what you tell yourself. You just want to be around him for an hour (or two) you want to stand so close to him you can smell the ever clinging scent of caramel and help him with dinner and think of brighter days. Better days. 

(You want things to go back to the way they were before. You want to cling to him, just for a short while, stuff your face into the crook of his neck while he tells you everything’s okay. That you guys are okay.

But that’s for another day. It has to be.

How many times have you told yourself that?)

You follow him as he stomps towards the kitchen. 

He aggressively grabs the ingredients for whatever he’s making and slams them on the counter, grumbling under his breath the whole time. You stand in the doorway worrying your hands, feeling awkward, and hating that you feel awkward in your own kitchen with your own boyfriend. 

It makes that awful nagging voice in your head grow just a bit louder. 

You approach him slowly while he sets up a pot filled with water and turns on the stove. He’s still grumbling to himself by the time you place your hand softly on his forearm. 

He jerks away immediately and narrows his eyes. You viciously stamp down exactly how awful that makes you feel. How small and unloved. 

“What do you want?” he says bluntly (and a little cruelly but a part of you says just ignore it, maybe if you close your eyes and cover your ears you can pretend that everything is fine, that you guys are fine) . 

That was part of his charm when you two first started dating. You loved that he was blunt, that he got to the point, there was really no guessing what Katsuki was thinking because he’d simply tell you and if it were any other day perhaps his words wouldn’t have bothered you as much as they did now. 

And it’s partly your fault, or maybe even mostly. Because you let it get this bad. You could have told him something was bothering you, that lately, you’ve been feeling a little insecure in this relationship. Katsuki was blunt but very rarely if ever cruel with you or your feelings. He would’ve understood, probably. 

But anytime you thought about broaching the subject with him, he always looked so, so tired. Bone tired. And you thought maybe it was selfish, to want him to comfort you over something this dumb. Over something as frivolous as this. He just needs time. 

(How much time, you wonder. How much more can you take? you ask yourself.)

“Are you fucking braindead or something,” he snaps, dragging you out of your spiraling. 

“I was just wondering if I could help. It’d be nice to cook dinner together.” We use to do it all the time, you almost say. Now you can’t even remember the last time you did. 

“You’re a shit cook,” he says. 

It’s true, and on another day, a brighter day maybe, you would’ve laughed. Or at least smiled. Because it was true. You are an awful cook, a shit one, as he so eloquently put it, especially compared to him. But that never mattered to Katsuki before. 

He always let you cook with him, always wanted you to cook with him, even if the majority of the time you ended up sitting on the counter swinging your legs and watching him do all the work. 

To be fair, afterward, you always cleaned the dishes. It was a lovely, simplistic give and take, one you wish you had again so, so dearly. 

“Yeah, I am,” you agree. You try to smile, but it feels forced. You’re tired, you realize, bone tired. 

You don’t say anything else and he turns away. You know that’s technically a dismissal but you elect to ignore and start unwrapping the vegetables. 

Just as you reach for a knife he grabs your wrist. 

“What the fuck is up with you right now?” he grounds out. 

“I just want to spend some time with you.” 

Your voice sounds frail, even to your own ears. 

And before he even opens his mouth you know what he’s about to say is going to bring all this to a head. And from the look on his face and the awful, gnawing in your gut, you know you’re not going to like it. You know that more likely than not, it’s going to break your heart. 

(A part of you can’t help but wonder if maybe your heart has already been broken. That it’s made up of haphazardly glued together pieces. Perhaps that’s why you feel so fragile. Perhaps the damage is done and you’ve just been waiting for Katsu to bring down the axe. To scatter the pieces. To finish the fucking job.)

“God,” he spits out. And it’s like a dam has been broken and every hateful thing he’s ever thought about you can’t help but come pouring out.  

“You’re so fucking needy, you can’t do a fucking thing by yourself. It’s like all you ever do is breathe down my fucking neck and tell me everything I’m not doing for you.” Distantly, you wonder if that’s true. It might be. Maybe it’s that ugly selfishness you’ve never really been able to hide. You thought you’d done a better job of tucking it away. You were wrong, it seems. 

“So I can’t spend every single fucking second of every single day with you, sue me. I’ve got my own shit to deal with, my own problems, or have you forgotten that I have a life outside of you?”

No, you think. I haven’t. Or maybe you have. You’re not really focusing so hard on his words. You tune them out as much as you can. You’re staring at his face, taking in all the details. The deep red of his eyes, the pale blond of his hair, the sharpness of his cheekbones, the slope of his neck, the little scars peppering his face. You used to sit on his lap and kiss each and every one, no matter how faint. 

You’re so weird, he’d say as you did it, but the tightness of his arms around you always spoke a different story. 

You’re going to miss that, you think. Holding him. Loving him. 

It takes you a while to realize he’s still yelling. It’s all hateful and cruel and so sharp. Like he’s taken a knife to your skin to flay you open, exposing every crack, every vein, every shattered piece of heart that makes you. You let it wash over you, like a particularly violent ocean wave.  

“Sometimes,” he says, his voice finally quieting to a bearable level, “I wonder why I’m still with you.” 

The breath you let out is shaky. No matter how ready you thought you were, there’s simply no amount of time that prepares you to hear those words from him. From the person you thought you were going to spend the rest of your life with. From the person you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. 

The silence between you two is deafening. And heavy. So heavy it feels as though your chest will cave in from the pressure. 

“Yeah,” you say at last, though you have to force the words around the burning iron poker in your throat. And then you laugh, you can’t help it. It’s all so fucked. You hate that it’s come to this bitter monstrous ugliness. 

When had this all started to fester, to rot? you wonder. Is this really all that’s left?

“I can’t help but wonder the same thing.” It comes out more bitter than you'd like. A small jab to try to even out the gaping wound he’s torn open in you. 

But it’s also true. 

You can’t see his reaction through the tears clouding your vision. You don’t really want to anyway. What’s done is done. What’s said is said. 

You grab your phone and keys and walk through the front door, closing it softly behind you. 

He doesn’t say a word.

You think if there was any part of your heart left unbroken, his silence has shattered it to oblivion. 

+

You walk for an hour or two. Until the sun has dipped almost completely below the horizon and it’s surrounded by hazy blood-red waves. 

It’s a good place to think. To set your jumbled thoughts in order. 

It takes a special kind of selflessness to love a hero, you realize. A type you don’t possess, not even nearly. You’ve always been just a little selfish when it came to love. But there’s no room for that when with people like Bakugou Katsuki. 

And that’s okay, you tell yourself. 

It’s a lie. It’s not okay. And the hollow aching in your chest that beats in time with your heart agrees. 

You look down at your phone. 

33 missed calls from Katsu 

You look back towards the setting sun just once. You don’t really know why. Perhaps to find some bravery in the beauty of it, to steal yourself a few extra seconds of this limbo you’ve found yourself in. Where everything is hazy and beautiful and hurts so bad you can hardly breathe. 

It’s not long before you’re biting the inside of your cheek, turning on your heels, and heading home. 

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You don’t even have your keys fully out of your pocket before the door swings open, with Katuski on the other side looking a bit worse for wear, though you doubt you’re one to talk. 

His eyes are bloodshot and his nose is a bit pink. He’s been crying. You can’t remember the last time you saw him cry. 

(That’s a lie, you realize. You had gotten in the crosshairs of a particularly brutal villain versus hero showdown. The resulting injuries you suffered were severe. You’d apparently been a bit touch and go for a while. When you opened your eyes for the first time after everything, Katsu was right there, looking like hadn’t slept, showered, or eaten for days. Later you found out it’s because he hadn’t left your bedside since you returned from surgery. 

Katsu, you’d croaked out weakly, stretching out a shaking hand toward his face. 

He broke down into sobs so violent they wracked his whole body. It took him over an hour to calm down.)

You got about half a foot through the door before he threw himself at you. Wrapping his arms around you so tight it bordered on painful. He sinks down to the floor. You sink with him. 

He’s sobbing into your shoulder repeating a mantra of, I’m so sorry and I didn’t mean it. Please, please. I didn’t mean it. 

You think about that old saying. What a person says in anger is how they really feel. You don’t necessarily believe that. You yourself have said things out of anger that you in no way meant, that were purely thrown to hurt the person on the other end. 

You want to believe he didn’t mean it, more than anything you do. Because you love him. Because you really do think that Katsu is it for you. That he’s always been it for you. 

You pull away about as far as he’ll let you. 

“Do you love me, Katsuki?” 

The words hang in the air. You feel raw. Like you’re the one who has taken a knife to your own skin and flayed it all open for him. 

You don’t quite know vulnerability until you ask someone if they love you. It’s a different sort of weakness. 

“Yes,” he responds. His voice rough from his tears. “More than anything.”

You watch one last tear fall from his eye.

You hold his face in your hands and wipe it away. Softly. Gently. Lovingly. 

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You guys are not okay and now that you’ve accepted that you think there’s a chance that one day, you will be. 

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[some-messed-up-writing-for-you]

Will you do a part 3 of your first post?

Request #10

Warning: nsfw, non-con/rape, abuse, torture, one-sided attraction.

Guess who finally learned how to use a freaking semicolon lmao. Also quite happy with how this turned out.

Enjoy!

Part 1 | Previous Part

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The silence felt deafening but was also a blessing all in one. Hero lay in their dog bed; their body curled up into a tight ball as their nerves ate away at them.

It was late. Villain should've been here by now; they should've been done with 'work' a long time ago. And yet, the hero was all alone in the master bedroom, tensing up more and more with each passing second.

Had something happened, perhaps? Could their Master have been wounded or captured somehow?

No, the henchmen would be in a frenzy if something were to happen to their boss, and nothing but Hero's frantic heartbeat entered their ears.

Hero tried not to think about the other possibility. The possibility that the villain was... preparing something.

W-What if... What if their Master was going to-

"Come." - the simple command sounded in the hero's head, startling them. They stood up, legs shaking under them, threatening to give out.

Just like usual, their Master had left their location in Hero's mind. And this time, they wanted their pet to go to-

t-to...

The hero grasped their chest as panic consumed them.

The torture

The correction room.

Villain- V-Villain was going to-

Tears spilled from their eyes, but Hero knew they had no choice; if they tried to ignore their Master's order, their punishment would only get that much worse.

The pet had tried it once and- and they did not want a repeat of it.

Wiping their eyes and taking a deep breath, they hurried down the halls, fearing they had already kept the villain waiting too long.

Meanwhile, in the torture correction room, Villain grinned as they sensed the hero's terror. They could feel how close their pet's mind was to breaking, to shattering into pieces.

The villain loved that feeling.

Villain was also excited. Although yesterday, their pet had done a good job pleasing them, they still disobeyed them at the start. And as such, they needed to be corrected.

"I'm going to make sure Hero never forgets who they belong to."

The click of a door opening brought Villain out of their thoughts. They turned towards the sound and were met with the lovely sight of their pet shivering in anticipation.

The hero entered the room and closed the door behind themself. Their eyes nervously traveled to the side of the room where all kinds of torture equipment laid and hung neatly organized, ready to be used.

Equipment that they were unfortunately all too familiar with by now.

Looking to the center of the room, their gaze lands on a pair of chains hanging from the ceiling.

The villain beckons them forward, and they silently obey.

"Take off your shirt." - Villain orders and Hero obeys once again, throwing the piece of clothing aside, knowing it doesn't matter.

The villain's pet doesn't dare say a word as their Master locks the chains around their wrists, forcing their arms into the air. This way, should the hero's legs give out beneath them, the chains will forcefully keep them standing.

Hero gulped as Villain moved behind them. They hang their head fearfully, tears threatening to start spilling once more as the villain wrapped their arms around their waist, pressing their bodies flush against each other.

They shivered as their Master's voice whispered in their ear, "Hero... Do you know why you're here?" The sound was gentle, almost concerned, but Hero knew it was all fake; they knew this was only a game to the other.

"B-Because I d-disobeyed you." - they answered, their voice already cracking from their fear.

"Yes, pet, it's because you disobeyed me." - the villain confirmed. "You were a bad pet, and you know what I have to do now, don't you?"

"Y-Yes, Master." - Hero stuttered out, a few sobs escaping them, only adding to their owner's glee.

"I have to remind you who you belong to." - Villain growled out, dropping their gentle act, their change in tone making the hero whimper.

They stalked off to the side and grabbed a freshly sharpened knife. The villain wasted no time wondering what to do, as they had already decided on what their pet's punishment would be ahead of time.

"Since you constantly seem to forget whose property you are..." - Villain started, walking back to their pet, roughly grabbing their chin and forcing them to lock eyes.

"...I'm going to carve it into you so that you never, ever forget it again." - they spat out angrily. The horror in the other's eyes only fueling their rage.

As their Master's words fully registered in Hero's head, they briefly considered struggling, but as the villain's fury flooded their mind, they reconsidered.

"Good choice." - Villain grumbled, moving behind the hero once more. Without hesitation, they stabbed the knife into Hero's back, eliciting a scream from them, and began carving into their skin. Their pet could only howl in agony, unable to escape the villain's wrath; their body tried to move out of the way on instinct, but Hero forced themself to stay still, tensing their muscles so hard that everything hurt even more.

As the pet's blood ran down their back, their cries began to mix with ugly sobs, the sound oddly enticing to Villain's ears. The villain could feel themself getting turned on more and more, their own blood rushing down to their dick, making their pants feel tight.

As they carved another letter into their pet, they swiftly used their free hand to take off the hero's pants, the action only drawing more fearful wails from them.

Villain then unzipped their own pants, freeing their cock from its confinements. A tiny delighted shiver ran through them as Hero's body shuddered at the feeling of their hard dick pressing against their entrance.

They cut the other again in a quick motion and then thrust into them roughly. The hero's screams echoed across the entire room as their Master's shaft painfully stretched their insides.

The villain began to switch between cutting them and fucking them, ruthlessly keeping up the cycle, never giving Hero a moment of rest.

Cut

Thrust

Cut

Thrust

It went on and on for what felt like an eternity to the pet. Their body wanted to collapse on the hard concrete floor below, but the chains at their wrists did not let them; they harshly tagged at their arms, forcing them to stay up and only added to their pain.

As Villain carved another line into them, Hero found themself unable to scream; their throat too hoarse and dry to produce any sound. Their body could only shake in quiet sobs as their Master continued to mark them.

The villain's orgasm began drawing close as their pet's muscles clenched around them, so sweetly tight, and although they were planning to make their pet's punishment last much longer than this, they were quickly growing impatient, and their pet just looked too good like this.

Swiftly carving the last few letters into Hero's back, they threw the knife to the floor, grabbed the hero's hips, leaving bruises beneath their fingers, and began rapidly thrusting into them without care.

The pet's body only silently rocked back and forth as their Master fucked them, the sound of their skin slapping together barely reaching their ears amidst the villain's grunts and moans.

Within a few moments, Hero could feel Villain's hot seed fill them. They wanted to throw up; they could feel the bile rising to their throat, burning it, but they forced it down, not wanting to give the villain a new reason to punish them.

With a few last thrusts for good measure, Villain was satisfied. They pulled out of their pet and moved back a bit, resting against the wall and catching their breath.

Their eyes wandered all over the hero's marked, bloodied body, admiring their handiwork; the words 'VILLAIN'S PROPERTY' were beautifully carved into their pet and would forever decorate their back.

Tucking their dick back into their pants, Villain walked in front of Hero once more. They took hold of the other's chin, lifting it and making their eyes meet. The hero's gaze was tired and empty, with no fight left in them. And their mind?

Broken, shattered into a million pieces, and completely submitted to the villain's will.

"Beautiful." - the pet's Master murmured. Hero could feel their Master's seed going down their thighs, and it made them shiver. A small plea entered their eyes, silently begging the other to end this already.

They- They had learned their lesson. Hero would never disobey Master again; they- They would be a good pet. They swore they would be a good pet.

"Just, please, Master, please. Please, please, please, please, please, please, pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease."

As the hero begged in their mind, Villain grinned, pleased with the results. They let go of Hero's chin, letting their head fall back down, and undid their restraints, allowing their body to crumple to the floor.

As the villain walked over them and out the door, only the grateful but terrified words of 'Thank you, Master.' echoed in their head over and over as they left their pet to lie there on the floor in a mixture of their own blood and Villain's cum.

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