#I END UP BRUISING MY HAND REALLY FUCKING BAD ON A WALL BECAUSE I DONT HAVE SNY BETTER WAYS TO LET OUT ANGER

[daddysuga101]

One day soon....

Suguru Geto x Fem reader

Warnings: Love fucking, breeding kink, Suguru is a bad guy, Readers first time, possesive behavior, Suguru and reader are both lowkey codependent

Red light runs over the expanse of your closed eye lid and you find yourself groaning at it's intrusion.

You blink your eyes open weakly to find you are no longer half dead on a battle field but now in a semi comfortable bed. You groan trying to sit up, it hurts.

Everything hurts, like god himself ran you over with a train 40 different times. You groan in pain when a jolt of a memory hits you harder than the ache your body has.

The memory of Suguru being there. You didn't think he'd be there. It felt too soon to see him. Sure you knew the odds of running into him or any of his people weren't zero but god you were thrown off guard when you saw him.

That lapse in logical thinking is how you ended up here, tired and bruised, all because of his men that did this to you.

Which is his fault by proxy.

Damn him.

Damn Surguru Geto.

"I didn't think you'd be awake yet.” A voice says freezing you where you are. “But you always were pretty resilient." Suguru says taking a seat next to you.

You stare at him wide eyed in shock that he was here. Fuck he was here. You weren't ready for this.

He wordlessly brings a water bottle to your lips urging you to drink. You didn't wanna drink, but your throat was so dry you had too. You release a shakey sigh as the cool liquid runs down your throat. Suguru watches you carefully seemingly ready to fetch you more water if need be.

"I'm fine." You say, your voice rather hoarse. He nods putting the water away on the night stand.

"It's good that you can talk. I was worried it’d be a minute before you could. That was quite the hit you took you know? Thought you died on me for a second." Suguru tried joked but there's no humor behind his words. You try to sit up on your elbows once again, your head throbbing as you did so.

"Would it matter? It'd be one less person in your way of global dominonation. Should've just killed me. Could have made your whole life a lot easier." You say dryly, bitterly. Surguru’s eyebrows furrow.

"Dont say something like that-."

"Where are we Suguru?" You asked seriously. He runs a hand through his hair.

"A hotel, more like motel I guess. After you got hurt, I brought you here to rest." He tells you.

"Does anyone know were here?"

"Of course not." He says with a small chuckle. "No, no one knows." You nod. You're not sure why you aren't terrified of him right now. Maybe it's the fact he's staying a reasonable distance from you or the fact you spent 7 years of your life growing up together. Either way you weren't scared.

Not like you should be that scared anyway. You weren't the type of people he wanted gone, plus it was his goons that attacked you and your friends anyway.

"I know you're probably pissed right now but I assure you, you were only collateral. You were never meant to be hurt by any of my guys." Geto says seemling honest as he hands sits onto the bed. You don't look at him choosing instead to stare at the wall.

Anything is better than looking at him.

“What happened to the guy that did this to me?” You asked not sure you wanted to really know the answer.

“He was delt with.”

“You killed him.” You accuse.

“Yes.” He agrees. There's not the smallest hint of regret in his voice at his confession. Not a shred of remorse for the life he took so carelessly.

That man who hurt you wasn't good, but the idea of Suguru killing him for hurting you feels like you're responsible for his death by proxy and well...

Well, that doesn't feel very good.

"Y/n." He says his voice barely not a whisper. The wall still seems very interesting so you don't look away from it. But when Suguru grabs your chin and turns your head towards him it's like your body can't stop itself from complying.

His long hair is down covering his bare shoulders. He's half naked, his torso exposed while his lowerbody is covered by thin pajama pants. His eyes are dark and piercing, the kind of eyes that reach into your soul and rip something out everytime they lock with your own.

"Are you leaving again?" It’s a stupid question you know it because you know he will. He can't stay. He was never going to stay. Hell, it's not like he'd even be with you right now if you weren't hurt.

"You know I have to."

You scoff pushing your covers off trying to get to your feet. You don't wanna be here anymore.

Not with him. Looking at him feels like a million spikes being lodged into the void of your heart he once filled.

"Sit back down you are not well enough." Suguru ordered, you tilt your head at him and scoff.

"I'm sorry to be the one who tells you this but you don't get to tell me what to do. Not after what you did." You say stubbornly but when you stand, the dizziness is too much and makes you sit back down almost immediately.

"I apologize that you were caught in the cross fire Y/n seriously, I had no idea you'd even be there." He says.

"Don't apologise. I don't need a babysitter Suguru. And I'm not some weak helpless damnsal who needs you to look after her despite what you might think.

The silence between you is deafening it's thick, like a block of invisible ice separating the two of you. You lie back down, your back now to Suguru. But still very keenly aware of his presence.

It's been only a month since Suguru killed his parents and went off on his own to 'cleanse' the world of non-sorcerers.

You remember it so vividly, the day he came stumbling into your dorm covered in blood. You remember freaking out asking if he was all right. And him telling you had nothing to worry about because it wasn't his. You remember how he told you about his master plan.

How he was going to fix this world. He confessed he murdered his parents. He confessed to wanting all non sorcerers dead.

He wanted you to understand, to somehow empathize with him and his logic. But he knew when your eyes filled with tears and you stared at him like he was a monster that you wouldn't come with him.

He wanted to ask. He needed to know if you would but that wasn't the time to ask. But when could it be?

He terrified you in that moment. He wasn't Suguru. Polite, thoughtful Suguru. He was scary.

He was evil.

Your eyes weld at the memory of him leaving your room. He didn't hurt you. But he was hurt. You could tell. A lone tear spilled from your eye but you quickly wiped it.

This wasn't how you're reuion was supposed to go. You hoped one day he'd come back, go to prison for his crimes and redeem himself the best he could.

But that was a pipe dream and you knew it.

Another tear falls and you can't hold back your sobs anymore.

You began crying harder and harder your body rocking with the force of your cries. You feel the mattress dip and warm body presses against  your back wrapping strong arms around you.

This gesture makes you cry more because it reminds you of the innocence he once had as that ignorant bright eyed boy.

And even though this touch feels like him. That boy he once was is gone.

You cry some more as Suguru rubs and pets you until you finally stop shaking.

It's really dark out now. The silence no longer filled by your sobs or sniffiles. Only the low hum of the old motel air conditioning is what keeps the room from being dead quiet.

"You said I thought you were weak. That isn't what I think you know?" Geto says into the dark still room. You let out a shuddered breath your hands squeezing down on Sugurus forearm, your nails pressing into the pale expanse of his skin .

You hold onto him so hard.

You hold onto him like he'll fly away if you let go and you know he will go soon. He'll leave you again, abandon you, and all you can do is patheticly hold into him, hoping he cares enough about you to stay. To fix his mistakes.

"I don't know what you think anymore." You say finally. Geto let's out a sigh his hold tightening around your waist.

This is different. Such a forgien feeling. Suguru and you hardly if ever touched because that's just not how the two of you were. You were so close but the only time you can remember him holding you like this was after a particularly dangerous mission you went on that nearly costed you your life.

You remember returning home battered and bruised and you remember Suguru wordlessly pulling you into a tight embrace holding you like if he let go you'd fall apart.

But this hug. It's a hug not familiar to the two of you. It's so intimate and naked. It makes you feel like his trying to absorb you. Like he trying to crawl into your skin.

"Look at me."

"Suguru." You whispered, his head lying on your shoulder. As he tells you again.

"Look at me." You do this time. Turning your body around to finally face him properly for the first time tonight.

"You have to know. You have to know I'm leaving but not because I want to. It's because I have too. For our friends. For our families." He pauses. "For us."

"For us." You repeat. You like the word 'us' in terms of you and Suguru. It slips off your lips like a prayer you've prayed a thousand times. But it's not real.

"There is no us Suguru. Not when you're about to abandon me again, not when you're about to do more bad things." You say pulling from his warm embrace. A weak part of you wants to run back into his arms but you don't. Instead you stand to your feet ignoring your bodies protest, and storm out the motel room all but slamming the door behind you.

You feel new warm tears fill your eyes as you lean against the balcony railing. Tears forming so hot, and heavy in your eyes.

The door to the motel room opens behind you and you see him approach you in a vending machine reflection. His shirt is on now just unbuttoned. You watch him, watch you through the reflection tilting his head in earnest.

"Someone once told me that to be happy i’d have to chase after the things and people that made me happy." Suguru says. "That was you. You told me that."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"It means that deep down you understand. Even if this hurts you know why I'm doing it. I'm doing it for you." Suguru says approaching you closer.

"You’re doing it for yourself."

"I'm doing this for a better tomorrow. So our children live in violent free world. So their kids won't even know what suffering is. That's the world I want." He says his large hands circling your waist the second time tonight making your breath hitch.

"And I will carve out every worthless non-sorcerer monkey I have to to achieve that."

"You can't do that to innocent people!” You say turning to finally face him. And now that you wished you hadn't, because the way he stares down at you. The way he makes you feel small yet so big all at once. The way his gaze breaths life into your lungs is intoxicating.

But he's not good.

It's so hard to condemn him when your heart beats fast in your chest. Your soul wanting him, knowing him.

"What about innocent sorcerers that have to fight those curses because of non-shamens? What about our lives? I'm tired of watching people I love die Y/n. And so help me god, if I can help it. You won't die by the hands of a curse." His hand raises up to cup your check in a gentle touch that warms your heart so much you might die.

"You'll grow old and your skin will wrinkle. Your smile lines will be more prominent because you would have lived a long life." He says his hair blowing gently in the soft breeze. He looks at you like you're a diamond in a world of mud. His thumb caresses your face so soft, and so gentle as he places a kiss on your lips.

You gasp into his mouth. It's no secret you wanted him or that you were attracted to him. But this kiss somehow feels cruel. To give you something you've longed for knowing you'll never have it again.

The kiss distracts you from all of that though. Just for a second.

His lips are soft and firm against your own as he steals this kiss from you. You don't push him away you let his lips caress your own. You let his hand get curious and rest on your hips. But other than that the kiss is so gentle, it breaths a promise of forever into you.

It almost makes you sick because it's not forever. And you both know that.

At that thought. Your face warms with desire and anger.

“Come with me.” He says. You shake your head.

“You know I can't.” You tell him.

“Then wait for me, wait for me to make it all better. Wait for me to come back to you.” He begs. You shake your head your heart breaking in your chest.

"Youre abandoning me again." You cry patheticly.

"I'm not abandoning you Y/n. I'm making you the life you deserve. But you can come with me. We can do this together we can build this world together.”

You shake your head.

"I didn't ask for this Suguru. And you keep saying you need to build a better world for me. For our future. But this..this choice you're making. This isn't for me..its for you." You say firmly. He opens his mouth to speak but you push passed him heading to the motel room and grabbing your discarded clothes from the floor.

You turn to leave, Suguru standing right behind you his eyes holding an uncharacteristic desperation in them.

"Please. Don't do this."

"Suguru."

"Please. Please." He begs, following you to the door effectively blocking it.

"Move Suguru." You say.

"Please, just please! Okay please don't leave yet I'm not ready to lose you yet." He says softly. And almost so pathetic you want to hold him forever as he cries. But you deserve more. You deserve better.

"You’re leaving anyway. And you know I won't come with you. What difference does it make if I leave your first?” You ask, he swallows harshly his eyes filling with tears. His lips form a small pout and he falls to his knees in front of you. His arms hugging your waist like a child who was told he couldn't get a toy from the store.

He cries so hard his soaks the front of your battered uniform. He pleads and cries and asks you to just stay the night because you both know when you leave you won't see him, not for a while anyway.

"I know I'm leaving soon. And I know you're angry because in your eyes, I’ve made some fucked up choices. And I hurt you. I didn't want to Y/n I swear to god." He said sobs still racking his body. You felt bad.

You hated seeing him sad. It killed you.

He knew it killed you because it killed him to feel like this. If you walked away he'd die. He wanted, no, needed you to choose him.

"Please stay. Please Y/n." He cried. Your own tears started spilling as Suguru stood to his feet once again, his eyes staring at you with a thousand thoughts behind them.

He kisses you again. His hands no longer as reluctant and gentle as before, but more forceful and agitated. He feels you through your clothes. He gropes and pulls on your body parts like he'll die if he doesn't.

His lips carve the memory of their softness into the cells of your skin sucking and biting your neck. Hoping if you do choose humanity over him, you'll never forget him or his touch.

"Stop Suguru." You patheticly say, not really sure you mean it. He ignores you, pulling you to the old more than likely filthy bed making you straddle his lap. He's kissing you again rougher still. More desperate.

His hands are on your hips grinding your lower body into his. He wants you to feel that he is growing under his pajama pants. And you do. God you do.

"I'm not perfect. And I know you fucking hate me for what I did. But if you walk away now, I won't be able to have you back. So please." He whispered his hands roaming your shape like he needs to memorize it before it's gone.

His hands are groping the flesh of your breasts and ass over your clothes. His face is flushed with a desire you've never really seen from him before.

Lust.

No not lust. Something scarier than lust.

Something you two can't admit to yourselves, least it hurt too much.

His eyes plead up at you so innocently, that his hands fondeling you feels almost as innocent as a gentle touch. His hands on your breasts feel like a soft kiss on the forehead.

Only Suguru Geto could make you feel like that. Only he could touch you like this and make you feel all dirty yet so pure. And you hate your body and your mind and your fucking self for how bad you want to never have him let go. You want him to hold you so tight it suffocates and kills you.

He rolls you on your back kissing you again. You've never been kissed like this before and it scares you. It scares you how your legs part to accommodate him as lies in between them kissing your lips like it's his god given right to do so.

There's only fabric between the two of you. He's hard and heavy in his pants and you're hot and tight needing to be filled by him.

He pulls away his hair falling over the two of you as he looks down at you his face flushed.

"I'm getting too excited." He says stopping his menstruations on your body. "You have to tell me to stop because if you don't. I won't be able to hold back."

You look at him. His breath shallow and his face so beautiful. How could you refuse him?

"I don't want you to hold back." You admit in a whisper. His breath hitches and he kisses you yet again. He strips your shirt off his eyes going wide like a 13 year old boy seeing bare boobs online for the first time.

You wanna cover yourself from his intense gaze, but he catches your wrist as it moves to cover your exposed chest.

“Don’t you ever hide this perfect body from me.” He says seriously. You close your eyes in embarrassment as he grabs at your tits. Slapping them around, lifting them up and watching them fall back into place. He watches in awe at how sexy they look. How cute your nipples look, all hard and needing a warm mouth around them. God you had no idea how bad he just wanted to play with them for hours.

But he needs more and so do you. Which is why once he forces his attention from your tits his hands move down your body more or less ripping your panties off to begin rubbing your clit.

You yelp, grabbing his wrist but he doesn't let up.

"You're so fucking beautiful, so fucking perfect. You have no idea how much self control it took me to not put my cock in you all these years." He admits. You moan as his rubs your clit so hard and so fast you know you won't last.

"But it was more than me wanting to fuck you. I cared about you. I still do." He tells you, pulling his cock out of his pants. He gives his hard erection a few tugs lining it up with your enterance kissing you again before pushing inside you.

You both moan. The sound sounds as if it's being forced out of you both like the two of you couldn't hold it back if you tried. Suguru rested his head in the crook of your neck his hips snapping into your own at a firm steady pace.

"So fucking warm baby." He praises breathlessly. You want to compliment him too but the drag of his cock in you makes it hard to even think.

"So perfect. You were made for me. You fit me like a puzzle piece. Made to take my cock, to take my seed." He says the last part a little quieter. Like he's embarrassed by how the idea of you baring his kids gets him excited.

"No way you're knocking me up asshole." You tried to joke but it came out as more of a breathy moan. He chuckled.

"You wouldn't stop me though. Because you want it too." You don't respond to his accusation because truthfully you don't know what to say to that.

Suguru doesn't notice they way you begin contemplating the idea of having a family with him. He just keeps rutting into you a small smile growing on his lips at a thought.

"Hey, if I get you pregnant you'll be stuck with me. Tied to me forever, right? I might just fuck my cum inside if that'll make you mine. I wanna put a kid in you that looks like me. I want it to remind you of me." Suguru confesses his thrusts becoming more violent and rough.

"I wanna see these tits full of milk. I wanna suck on them when they get full and sore. I wanna watch our kid start to resemble you as it gets older."

"I wanna look at them and think 'they look just like their momma'" Suguru says softly. So softly it feels wrong.

It feels wrong because he's not fucking you like a doting husband who wants you to bare his kids. He's fucking you like you're his personal porn star made for his cock.

But they way he speaks. The way he looks down at you.

It's like this is more than just a good fuck.

It's like you're lovers on their honey moon trying to get pregnant. But you aren't lovers, and you aren't on your honey moon. You're just two horny people saying goodbye with their bodies in the most intimate way.

"Am I your first?" He asks abruptly. You nod biting your lip. You didn't think you’d loss it like this but you also aren't mad he's the one that's taking it. It was always his after all.

He smiles so wide at this revelation, so creepily it almost scared you but he kisses your fear away.

"Y/n, when you leave me tonight, you should know that while I'm gone. If you let another man inside you like this. If you let another man put his naked cock in you just like mine is in you right now, their dead. Their fucking dead, I'll skin them alive. Rip them limb from limb slowly, and make them suffer for touching you." Suguru says. A part of you wants to think he's joking or just in the moment, but you know he's telling the truth. The way he's looking at you.

You know he wants to claim you.

He wants to own you.

"Maybe I should find a way to put a cursed seal on this pussy. Keep men away from it. Keep it nice and aching for me till I get back. Make sure it stays just for me." Suguru says.

"I won't let anyone else Sugu! Just you, I won't let anyone else touch me." You say kissing Suguru. You feel his hips stutter as he eyes roll back.

There's an evolutionary, animalistic, masculine need to breed you coursing through his veins. To fuck his cum so deep its absorbed into you. He wants that.

He meant it when he said he wanted to get you pregnant. He wants to see what your baby would look like. He wants to watch you nurse and help you raise it.

But he can't have that now.

But not in this world.

Not this world of curses and weaknesses caused by non-sorcerers. But a world of strength and human advancement. That's the world he wants your kid to live in.

So reluctantly and bitterly he pulls his cock out and spurts hot cum all over your naked stomach. He quickly starts licking and sucking your pussy pushing you over the edge too. He loves how when you cum you drench him in your essence.

He's so grateful for it. He just wants to lick and suck your pussy till his mouth has your taste burned in his mind.

He wants you to be burned in his mind.

He sighs licking his lips as his fingers spread his now cold cum over your belly with one phrase in his head in his head.

In sometime soon. Maybe not today or tomorrow or even the next five years. He'll build the world you deserve.

He rests his tired body on top of yours as he kisses your cheek his hand resting over your womb.

'One day.'

#suguru geto smut #smut #getou suguru x y/n #getou suguru smut #jjk smut #jjk x reader #gojo smut #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #geto suguru #geto smut #getou smut #anime smut #x reader

[pippytmi]

omg I can't believe you're actually working on the To All the Boys I've Loved Before AU for Josie and Isabel! I hope it's going well and something sticks for you! May I ask for a sneak peek?

!!! yes its been SO fun writing it...im aiming for pure comedy in this one so its been such a joy to focus on humor. i dont have enough josie/isabel scenes fully fleshed out (im still picking and choosing the scenarios i want) but can i interest you in one of my favorite PJ & josie scenes:

“A fake letter? At least open it before you jump to conclusions,” PJ scoffs, tearing into the envelope herself. “I'll read it to you. ‘Dear Josie, I think I'm falling in love with you. Ever since you helped me cross that stream blah blah blah I haven't been able to get you out of my head…this is so junior high. Did Isabel write this while she was drunk?”

Josie makes a split-second decision to snatch the letter away. “You know what, let me see that.”

Dear Josie (I don't know your last name),

I think I'm falling in love with you. Ever since you helped me cross that stream and you put your jacket on the rocks so my socks wouldn't get wet, I haven't been able to get you out of my head. You're much more of a gentleman than any of the dumb boys here! I wish you would ask me to be your date to the end of summer bonfire…something about fire and sharing s’mores is so romantic. I had my first kiss around one of these bonfires. Would I be your first kiss? I want to be. I don't want anyone else to kiss you besides me. But every time I look at you, you're never looking back. :( 

You confuse me so much! One second you're letting me wear your beanie because it's cold, and the next you're avoiding me like I have the plague when everyone pairs off for kayaking. The night where Brittany and I got lost in the woods for five minutes, Stella-Rebecca told me you were the first one to notice we were missing. And later, when the kitchen ran out of hot chocolate, you gave me yours. I thought that was proof you liked me, but the next morning I said hi and you just stared at me until we had to keep moving. I can't figure you out, Josie (I Don't Know Your Last Name). You're the most beautiful mystery I've ever encountered and I wish you would give me a chance.

Love, 

Isabel ♡

Josie is quiet for a long moment. “Fuck,” she says out loud. “Isabel used to like me. Fuck!” 

“Seriously?” PJ perks up and yanks the letter back so she can read through its entirety. “You lucky bitch.”

“Camp was ages ago, though,” Josie says dejectedly. “I missed my chance.” She tries to punch the wall with a dramatic flourish and just ends up with stinging knuckles, barely hanging onto her sanity while PJ starts raising Isabel’s letter to the light.

“Who says you missed your chance?” PJ says, either completely unaware of Josie’s pain or ignoring it. “Do you not understand how monumental this is? You’re basically in the pussy already.”

“I hate to break it to you, PJ, but it's been years since everything in this letter happened. Literal years. Isabel probably doesn't even know my name anymore.”

“What, did she get amnesia since she became a cheerleader? Knocked in the head by the sheer force of your bad sense of style?” PJ waves her hand in Josie's general sense of direction (which Josie personally takes great offense to by the way). “You're not seeing the vision. If Isabel wanted you at one point, then she can feel that way again!”

“How?” Josie can't take it anymore. She has to get a bag of frozen peas to ice her poor, bruised hand. “There is nothing I can do to make her remember I exist. Short of, I don't know, faking my death at a homecoming rally or something—”

“I like it,” PJ says. “Or, stockholm syndrome. That's always a great choice.”

“I really don't think so,” Josie says. “Actually.”

“First order of business. We're going to the county fair this weekend,” PJ announces. “The football team will be there, which means Isabel will be there—”

The bag of peas falls to the floor with an unceremonious clunk. “I feel like you're forgetting one super important roadblock in all this,” Josie says. “Her boyfriend.”

#ended up going with the camp idea after all...i liked the imagery of it #anonymous #preguntas

[nightfall-kachiniko]

Hey! I really liked your Annie angst where she hits the reader and wanted to request one where it's the same idea but just with Mikasa? Thanks a lot!

HAHA YES IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS!

“A broken promise ” Mikasa x Reader. || Chapter 1. Oᴛʜᴇʀ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴛᴛᴏᴍ!

this contains spoilers for the manga of AOT. || rumbling spoilers ahead||

You walked into your both’s shared bedroom to find Mikasa staring at herself in the mirror, her eyes sad as she looking down at her feet as she laid against the mirror. Her back faced you. Your arms crept around her waist, hugging her strong body as you cuddled you head into the back of her shoulder. “Please.. come back to me..” you softly whispered for the both of you to hear. “Your so distant yet… so close..” you hugged her tighter as you embraced her presence.

Mikasa pushed you off of her after a while, and started to walk out of the room. “You make me sick.”

Hours passed since your encounter with your girlfriend.

You couldn’t stand just letting this happen. Your relationship was slowly but surely being torn apart, weather or not mikasa was realizing it or not. Could she not care about you anymore? Her attitude changed Jurassic-ally ever since Eren told Her he hated her, which to your dismay you turned your back on him, saying that Mikasa deserved better.

You finally built up the courage to talk to her directly, as you made your way through the airship, coming out of your dorm. The common area was a wide open space, couches and a new thing from Marley that had just been discovered by the people of paradis, something called a “television.”

You turned your way to the room next to it, a small conference room. The room was long with a small glass table, a bookshelf, and a fireplace with couches. The woman stood at the bookshelf’s in the back of the room, looking at one of them.

“This has been going on for way to long,” you said to the raven haired woman, her gaze now looking at you with her eyes stern. “What happened to you?” All she could do was roll her eyes, not saying a word. “I know how attached you are to him, and I don’t want that to happen either, but I’m just saying, it’s a possible outcom-“

“No it isn’t,”

She said fiercely. “Mikasa , you have to accept the fact eren has changed,” “No he hasn’t!” Her voice got louder, to your surprise. “You act as though you knew him for your whole life, he will stop this rumbling,”

“And what if he doesn’t?”

“He will,”

“Your in denial”

“Maybe I’m so in denial because all you’ve done is try to bring me down for these past few weeks!” Your girlfriend yelled, “All you’ve done is hate on Eren all this damn time!”

“Mikasa are you fucking NUTS?! HE LITERALLY TOLD YOU HE HATED YOU!”

“He doesn’t mean that,”

“Are you sure mikasa? Think about everything he’s done to you.” There was a pause before you added, “think about everything he’s done to us,”

Mikasa shut the book closed, tossing it on a nearby table.

“Shut up,”

She gritted her teeth at you before pitching the bridge of her nose.

“What happened to you?” You asked her sadly,

“Absolutely nothing,”

“Everything changed,”

“NOTHING ABOUT ME CHANGED!” Mikasa screamed at you, pounding her fist on the wall. “Mikasa .. listen to yourself! You used to never be like this! You were so sweet and caring, and then Eren changed, and so did you.”

She went quiet, an irritated look on her face. The Airship you and the rest of the cadets were on, soared through the air. The thing they call ‘a flying boat’ letting off steam as it flew. Towards Marley you headed, where the rumbling was occurring. Eren had already planned this whole ideal out behind the Survey Corps backs, his mean demeanor changing the person who you barley can recognize, you girlfriend.

“You never used to yell at me the way you do now,” you said as her breathing got heavier with anger.

“We used to be inseparable, now look at us. Ever since the rumbling started and Eren actually going through with his plan, you slowly started drifting away from me. And at first I understood why.”

She looked at you, the woman’s eyes still as stern as they could ever be, giving you a violent but silent glare.

“And then you became mean.. and aggressive.”

She started stepping towards you, her eyes bloodshot with anger, “you don’t understand because you never took the time to listen!,”

“All you did was push me away! Every time I tried to help! You treated me like your punching bag!” Your girlfriend moved towards you aggressively, making you hesitant to stay put. Your girlfriend looked at you dead in the eyes and for a slight moment, you swore you could see a tear forming. “I became aggressive? Yoru kidding me! HOW THE HELL ARE YOU JUST GOING TO ACT LIKE THIS ISNT A SERIOUS SITUATION! I TRIED TO BE NICE FOR THE LONGEST TIME!

“You are NOT the same woman I feel in love with!” Your voice trailed into her ears. Your heart heavy as your words spilled out. “Oh yeah? Then maybe you weren’t in love with me at all.”

“Mikasa you know that isn’t true,”

“I tried protecting ALL OF YOU! AND LOOK WHERE WE END UP! SASHA’S DEAD! COMMANDER HANJI IS DEAD! “

“Yeah and the same person you’re defending is the cause of their deaths.”

“Eren wouldn’t do this.” She stated. Your head filled with irritation. ‘Why can’t she just accept it?!’

“Are you kidding me?! WAKE UP! DO YOU NOT SEE WHAT’S HAPPENING AROUND YOU!?” you yelled, “EREN IS KILLING, HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS OF PEOPLE!” your voice cracked out. The pain that you bared because of your friends actions was one you couldn’t get rid of no matter how hard you tried. No matter how many days would linger past, the fact that Eren, the boy who you once knew when he was running around playing tag with you and the rest of your group, is now a mass murderer.

“we don’t have to kill him-“

“MIKASA WE HAVE NO OTHER CHOICE! DO YOU NOT SEE WHAT HE’S DOING!? EREN IS JUST AS GUILTLY AS REINER AND BERTOLDT!”

“SHUT UP!” Her voice raised with irrational and anger. “YOU DON’T GET TO MAKE THAT DECISION!”

“You aren’t LISTENING! EVEN JEAN SAID THAT WOULD BE BEST! I DONT WANT TO KILL HIM BABY I REALLY DONT BUT WHAT ELSE CAN WE DO!”

“DAMNIT I SAID STOP!”

And just like that a loud crash noise was heard. The swift movement of a fist collided with the side of your face, the power containing it sending you falling back and into the glass coffee table behind you. You didn’t even realize what had just happened. You didn’t want to believe what just happened. You stared up at your girlfriend who’s face turned from anger to complete horror, her hand over her mouth as she stared at the damage she just caused. And boy was it bad.

The sting of redness on your face started to bleed droplets of blood. Soaking through your broken skin as a large red colored bruise begin to form. Tears started welting up in your e/c orbs. The sadness washed over you as you saw the woman who was suppose to love you, show an action of hatred that you never knew she could do. She hit you. She hurt you.

Heavy and frantic footsteps were heard rushing to the door of the conference room. The door swung open and there stood your best friend, Armin Artlert. “I-is everything okay!? I heard glad breaking!” He said, worried. His eyes looked around the room. The salty pieces of water flooded down your face as you choked on your tears.

Armin’s face went dead, he couldn’t believe it either. “Y-y/n.. baby.. oh g-god honey i-“ Mikasa couldn’t even form words. Hell SHEE couldn’t even believe she did that.

“W-wha-“ armin barley got out when you rushed to the door, pushing armin aside and ran back to your dorm room. “Y-y/n!” Armin tried calling out to you as your dorm slammed shut. You sinking to the floor crying.

Armin stared at Mikasa, “W-what happened?” His eyes saddened. “I..” Mikasa couldn’t get out any words, her face still in shock. “I hit them…” she managed to get out. “O-oh god I- I hit them,” her eyes filled tears as Armin pulled her into a hug. “I-I’m so sorry.. I-I’m so sorry…”

You laid on the floor after sinking down to the ground, slamming your door shut. Wiping your tears away with your hands, you looked at your both’s shared bedroom. Studying the interior. Thinking back on the time Mikasa promised you how she’d always be there for you, how she promised that she’d never hurt you. She promised when you both had your first kiss. She kept that promise and always kept it for so long, never once breaking it. Your numb body looked over at the ticking clock.

The thoughts that ran through your head as you watched the clock tick, and with every second you couldn’t bear to accept the fact, Her promise was broken.

Kachiniko || My Blog || What I write || 06/06/21

Chapter 2 “The conclusion”

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#aot #attackontitan #aot4 #ackerman #mikasa #mikasa x reader #attack on titan #mikasa aot #shingeki no kyojin mikasa #mikasa headcanons #Mikasa x you #mikasa ackerman x you #mikasa ackerman headcanons #Mikasa Ackerman x reader #ackerman mikasa #mikasa x y/n #Mikasa snk #mikasa icons #attack on titan mikasa #angsty #Mikasa x reader angst #Mikasa x you angst #aot x reader #attackontitanseason4 #attack on titan the finale season #mikasa akerman #accidentally hitting s/o during an arguememt

[morizoras-cave]

Purple Patches

Benedict Cumberbatch x Teen!Co-Star!Reader, Tom Holland x Teen!Co-star!Reader

Genre: Angst, fluffy ending

Description: Filming the newest Dr. Strange movie (in which Tom would also appear), you grow quite close with the two leads, Tom and Benedict. But you’re hiding something alarming from them. Four months in the entire crew get a week off to see their families for Christmas, and when you return Tom and Benedict can’t help but feel troubled, as your body is rippled with purple patches.

Warnings: CHILD ABUSE, physical abuse, broken family, alcoholism, depression, anxiety??

A/N: I had another imagine written but im ngl its kind of.. weird? its unconventional for sure. and its definitely bad. so, maybe ill rewrite someday or something? ALSO SORRY IF YOU DONT CELEBRATE CHRISTMAS, JUST IMAGINE YOU HAVE SOME SORT OF EVIL CHRISTIAN STEP DAD WHO FORCES IT INTO YOUR FAMILY

The taxi you sat in drove slowly in the New York traffic, as snow fell outside, coating the entire city in blinding white. You couldn’t enjoy it however. Your entire body hurt, and yet you still couldn’t find even a moment to worry about your health. All you could think about was them.

Tom and Benedict. Your sweetest coworkers, and at this point your closest.. anything. Family, friends? Who cares, you had no one else. You’d gone back for the holidays like everyone else, even though you wished you could have just stayed at in your trailer. Your dad, like any other time you saw him, had used this time to pour his anger and alcoholism out on you. Your body which had finally begun to heal, was now back to square one, covered in cuts and bruises. 

You knew what would happen if anyone found out. You’d be taken from your family. But in truth, although you hated being around him, you wanted to wait for your dad. You wanted to wait for him to get over his alcoholism, you wanted him to get better, and then he’d treat you better. 

But they would find out. You were covered in bruises and purple patches. Your face was fine, except for your neck, but the rest of your body was ruined. Ugly. You could hide most of it, but it hurt. Even just sitting there, in the soft and plush taxi seat, you body was aching and wailing like a police siren. 

And what if they noticed you foundation-covered hands? Or the movie required you to wear something more revealing? 

“You okay?” the deep voice of your taxi driver ripped you from your thoughts. A single tear had slid down your face. You cleared your throat and nodded, wiping the tear from your cheek. 

You arrived at the set, and an impossible knot had been tied in your stomach. Nervousness tingled in your heart and your legs, but you got up anyway, trying to calm your breath. The moment you stood up, you winced and stopped. 

You managed to roll your luggage to your trailer, biting your lip continuously in order to keep yourself from screaming. You threw it on the floor of your trailer, whimpering and doubling over in pain. 

“Y/n!” a rapid knock on your door, interrupted you. It was Tom’s voice. You took a shaky breath, closing your eyes, and then opening the door. Tom stood there in your doorway like a smiling idiot. Your lips widened into a smile just from seeing him.

“Y/n!” he repeated stepping inside and wrapping his arms around you in a hug. You bit your lip again, hiding your pain-wrenched face in his chest, before hugging him back. He placed his head on yours sweetly. “I missed you!” he gushed. 

You hit his chest playfully, “I missed you too,” you frowned for a moment and looked away. Tom’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Are you okay?” You simply nodded. Tom stared at you for a moment and then shook his head. “Anyway, um, Benedict asked me to tell you that he’s invited both of us youngsters out for dinner tonight. Just as one last ‘fuck you!’ to work, before officially start back up tomorrow.”

“That does sound like something he would do,” you agreed and Tom laughed, punching your shoulder playfully. You yelped loudly, retreating quickly from him. 

“Woah,” he exclaimed, holding his hands up, “Are you okay? What happened to your shoulder?” 

“I fell,” you said. Nervousness jabbed at your ribs. You’d barely talked to Tom for a minute and he’d already asked if you were okay twice. He seemed to buy your explanation, and apologized for accidentally hitting your sore shoulder, to which you nodded absently. 

Tom was silent for a couple of heartbeats. He studied you. You were not usually like this. Or maybe you had been a little like this those four months ago, when you first started filming. He didn’t understand what caused you to be that way, so distant and unhappy. 

“Hey, anyway, I’m gonna go, I’m trying to actually read the script this time,” he joked, and you laughed because you knew it was a hopeless task. 

“Have fun,” you mumbled, and as soon he left, you body slid down against the wall, and your facade crumbled, tears leaving your eyes.

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Before the dinner, you took three pain killers. Then, you waited restlessly, hoping that the pills might kick in. They did but your body felt strange and buzzy. You ignored it, a blossoming hope forming in your chest that you might be able to conceal your pain in the pills and the clothing. 

Benedict came knocking on your door around 7, a smile on his face. “Y/n!” he said, and you both hugged. A small smile had formed on your lips, when you actually managed to deal with the ache, now much weaker than previously.

You both then walked to Tom’s trailer, and then the three of you walked to a restaurant, not too far from your filming location.

“So, what have you two been up to in our little break?” Benedict asked once you all sat down, having ordered already. You glanced at Tom, hoping that he’d start. 

“Me and my brothers went back home to our mum and dad. Had a pretty regular Christmas. I gave the best gifts. I got some pretty cool socks,” Tom joked around. You and Benedict stifled a laugh. Then both Ben and Tom looked at you, and you realized it was your turn to tell them about what you’d been up to. 

“Oh, well, I.. I spent Christmas with my parents. My grandparents and cousins also came,” you were lying through your teeth. You avoided their eyes, sipping your soda. 

“Got any presents?” Benedict asked and you cursed at yourself internally for forgetting such a simple part of Christmas. And for making things awkward. 

“I got some clothes, some books. Pretty standard stuff,” you forced a smile, “What about you, Benadryl?”

Benedict rolled his eyes at your comment, making you and Tom fist-bump one another, giggling quietly as he told you about his own Christmas. The night was going alright, except for that rough start. Mostly you avoided any talk of your family, and you could feel yourself getting better, the further the conversation got from your family. Until-

“Y/n, what’s that on your hand?” 

Instinctively, you pulled your hand to your lap, straightening yourself up and gulping. You looked down, pretending to inspect it and then looked up. 

“It’s, uh, it’s dirt. Wow, I should really go wash my hands, haha-” Tom grabbed your hand from under the table, pulling it towards him. Your foundation was wearing off, a large purple patch stemming from your wrist and snaking up your hand revealing itself. 

You couldn’t breathe. Both Tom and Ben just stared at it. You tried to pull back but Tom was much stronger than you. Tears blurred your vision. 

“Y/n, what is this?” Tom whispered, and you felt his fingers rubbing the bruise gently. The tears finally fell, and now both men were looking at you. Benedict looked serious. It was an expression you’d never really seen on his features before, at least not outside of your acting. 

“I-I fell..” you mumbled, but you knew it was useless. 

“Y/n.. Who did this?” Benedict’s voice was low, gently setting a hand on your shoulder. You flinched. 

“I don’t know.. I don’t..” 

“Y/n!” Tom’s voice was raised. You immediately jumped away from them both, putting your arms in front of you in fear. Several people turned to look at you three. Shaking, you lowered your hands, and saw Tom and Ben staring at you worriedly. Tom had tears in his eyes. 

“Let’s talk about this back at the studio, okay?” Benedict, now afraid to touch you, spoke slowly and comfortingly. You nodded and then two men got up, standing on either side of you, grabbing one of your hands each. 

“Was it your dad?” Tom growled as you walked in the night, moon rising in the sky. 

“Yes..” you whispered, so low you wondered if they heard it, but they did. They both exchanged glances. Tom was furious. Benedict was too, but he was collected. Tom itched to ask you more and help you, console you right there on the street, but Benedict sent him a warning look not to. 

You walked back to the studio in silence. The three of you entered your trailer and you quietly wished you had predicted something like this would happen, because the bottle of strong pain killers was still out and open on your kitchen table. 

Benedict spotted them immediately and grabbed them. His eyes narrowed as he read the bottle description. Then he looked at you and then it again. Tom watched helplessly, holding your shoulders gently. 

“How many more are there? Bruises.” Ben was clearly angry. He was losing his cool, hands shaking as he grabbed your hand to pull up your sleeve. You tried to move his hand away, but he slid the sleeve up to your elbow and just stared at the blue, yellow and purple that littered your arm. Tom was frozen beside you. 

Ben slid up your other sleeve, breathing speeding up as he saw more, and then he tugged at the collar of your turtleneck, exposing the jarring and ugly sight of a red handprint. He pulled away suddenly, walking away from you. 

“Fuck!” he yelled, hitting the wall of the trailer. He hung his head low. You jumped and turned around, but Tom simply embraced you, and then sat you both down on the floor. You hid your face in his neck, sobbing again. Tom’s hands slowly rubbed your back. 

“Okay..” said Benedict after a while. You could hear that he’d calmed down. Ben angrily wiped a few tears from his face, turning to you and Tom on the floor. Tom was simply frowning now. He never wanted to let you go. He never wanted any harm to come to you. 

“I’m gonna call the police and get your dad arrested,” he said, and you heard his footsteps, as he wondered what to do next. 

“No!” you exclaimed, scrambling to your feet away from Tom. Both men looked at you in confusion. “No! You can’t do that, he’s- he’s just trying to get better. If I wait a little longer, he’s going to get better.” 

“Y/n..” Benedict whispered sadly and you ran to him hoping to stop him. “You can’t wait for him. You’re putting yourself in danger..” you shook your head, but Ben grabbed your shoulders and looked into your eyes, “he’s a grown man, Y/n. He doesn’t deserve pity or patience. Not after doing this. Nothing excuses this. Nothing.” 

You swallowed the lump in your throat, lip quivering, but still you nodded. 

“Can your mother take care of you?” Ben asked, piercing blue eyes still staring into your soul. There was no point in lying anymore, you knew. 

“No.” 

“Alright, then you’ll stay with me.” Ben declared, “You’ll stay with me until we can find someone from your family who can take care of you.” You looked up at him with shining eyes. Despite the uncomfortable situation you found yourself in, a genuine smile broke out on your face. 

You hugged him, thanking him breathlessly. Ben and Tom made eye contact, and smiled gently at each other. Tom had cried silently at your interaction. The thought that someone would hurt someone he loved so dearly shattered his heart completely. 

“Now,” Benedict said finally, “we need to drive you to the hospital.” 

You agreed and while Tom drove, Ben was in the backseat on the phone with the police department. You just watched the beautiful neon lights shining in the pitch black night, snow illuminating the ground. People still littered the streets. 

You knew it now. Your father didn’t deserve your waiting, and though it would take very long to finally live with and truly understand, it was worth it to start the fight. You truly owed it to the two jerks you worked with. What would you even do with out them?

#marvel #avengers #dr strange #dr strange x reader #dr. strange #dr. strange x reader #benedict cumberbatch #benedict cumberbatch x reader #spiderman #spiderman x reader #peter parker x reader #stephen strange x reader #tom holland #tom holland x reader #avengers x reader #avengers cast x reader #marvel cast x reader #marvel x reader

[nymos-is-now-my-son]

Tracker ring

Heyo^^ this is my first fanfic for duskwood. Sorry if I make any mistakes in my grammar or my spellings, I'm not really full in English :>

I hope you enjoy and don't forget to tell me your opinion on this :)

Pairings: jake x fem!reader

Gener: fluff, angst

Tw: torture, abuse, use of bad language, probably bad grammar, kind of cliche..?

You and Jake are finally a couple :D he gave you a kind of promising ring, saying "If I go away.. or just y'know?.. I cant always be with you for sure, the government and stuff but..- I want you to remember me by this ring and never take it off, alright?"

Hannah is found and everything is happy go lucky...- or is it?

Mwaf is still in hiding and hasn't shown himself, you haven't gotten any threats from him tho so it's ok, right? Nope.

One day when you are coming back from (cafe/work/restaurant/etc) you see someone just following you.

You don't show any reaction so they wouldn't know that you have noticed them.

You try to go from ths most crowded paths but sadly to get home, you NEED to go from a valley.

When you get in there you put your hand in your pocket and grab your pepper spray.

You walk until you hear the person coming closer and closer.

As you want to try walking faster they grab your shoulder and knee you in the back of your foot(I hope you understand because I just imagined this in my language and then just translated it). You lost your balance and that's when they put a clothe on your mouth/nose.

After a few struggles you finally pass out.

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When you wake up, you are in a place that looks like a basement and you are chained to the wall.

While you are trying to understand what is happening (the thing on the clothe he put on your mouth still a little affecting you), you hear the door of the basement opening.

- "Well.. looks like you are finally awake!"

"Y-you..."

- "Me..?"

"I thought you were gone!"

- "I'm still not done with you guys so why should I?"

You gritted your teeth and just looked at him.

- "*laughes* are you not going to say anything? Maybe something you want to tell your friend so I can deliver it to them? Dont you want to... talk to them in your very last days?"

"Days..?"

- "what? You didn't thought I was just going to kill you, did you? We have a 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 way for that"

- "for now though, I'm going to leave and give you time to think a little about your last words to your friends"

When he went out of the 'room', you start struggling again when you remember the ring. You try to look at your finger to see if it's still there and it is. A sigh of relief escapes your lips and you relax a little.

"At least they would find out where I am.. I'm not going to die" you murmured to yourself.

Unknown to that motherf*cker without a face, the promising ring you had in your finger, had some kind of location tracking system, made in the small crystal of it. (Guys... dont judge if this is too factional.. nothing is normal in duskwood :'))

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He didn't come back till the night, you were hungry but you didn't receive food. Just beating.

He recorded a little film from you being bruised and said "I warned all of you so many times, but I don't think you WANT to listen. This is what happens when you get in my way. Also, If you try to find her, I will torture her the worst way possible and then send a photo of her corpse to you. Remember that I. Am. Watching you~"

When he stopped recording you said: "a-aren't you go-going to do that anyways..?"

- "well yes, but they dont know that, now do they~?"

He leaves the basement again and you are left with your thoughts.

What If they won't be able to track the ring? What if he kills me sooner than he says? What if.. what if...

You sigh and whimper a little because of the pain.

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It took you five days to lose your hope. Each day, receiving a different kind of abuse.

Day one:

He just kicked you like you were some kind of doll, leaving you on the cold ground, trying to breath.

Day two:

He just abused you with words.

He is still not giving you any food or water too.

Day three:

He made slight scars on your foot, wrist and chicks with a knife. Each scar deeper than the last one.

Day four:

He pulled out your hand nales.

Finally giving you something to eat but not a good food, a f*cking bunch of dead cockroaches and he forced you to eat them (yeah I know... disguisting) which you immediately throw up when he left.

Day five:

You are starting to lose your hope and his words are not helping you either.

"They are not even looking for you"

"Yep, I saw him with someone today... I think they were a girl? Not sure tho"

"aww, you really think they care at this point?"

Ofcourse you didn't believe him, but it was hard to believe that they were coming for you at this rate too.

After his oh so sympathetic words, he left.

You really wanted to get away from this lunatic, but you couldn't. Yes, you knew some ways of escaping but you wanted the cops to come and find you so he'll be caught. Kind of foolish but you didn't care.

~Time skip~

*Jake's pov*

It's been seven days, still I can not track her.. the others are losing hope which is on my nerves but I can't do anything.

Some how the tracker of the ring is still not working and I'm getting more and more worried.

The video... damn that fucker, she looked horrible even tho it was hardly the first day there.

I'm trying to not lose hope ofcourse, it's just like the case with hannah but somehow more depressing... I'm mean she is my girlfriend! What are the others excepting? For me to stay calm? Not fucking cry? Wait and watch as my girl dies? Yes, he send us another video and she was even more bruised, and the look in her eyes... oh how much I wanted that look to go away. Terrified, wanting help. Her body was filled with scars a dirt.. what the fuck is he doing with her??

Every day that passes and I cant track her is like a big punch to my heart... she might be dying and I'm here not completing anything!

But, I'm going to do it. Even if it means the cops will have to get me too I'm going to end this (ᴍᴀɴ's ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇᴇʀ...) all.

To be continued...?

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I know this is so childish and cringe.. but hey, it's my first fanfic :'D

Also, please be honest with your opinion I'm not going to get mad or sad.

Tell me of you want a part 2 ^^

#duskwood #jake duskwood x mc #duskwood angst #mwaf #hannah duskwood #duskwood fanfiction #everbyte studios #this is cringy #fuck it

[futures-tense]

Hi. Is bruises prompt still free for Bad Things Happen Bingo? If so, may I request it? I have an idea, but it you dont like it, dont feel obligate to write it 😊 the crew begin to notice frequent new bruises on TK. In different places. They begin to suspect that Carlos is not as a saint as he seemed to be. They keep a close eye on TK and Carlos. When asked about the cause of the bruises, TK evasively replies that it is his clumsiness, which makes them even more suspicious. They can't stand it anymore when one day they accidentally notice hand-shaped bruises on his neck and wrists. Carlos, backed against the wall, confesses a truth that is different than everyone expected. TK and Carlos just started BdSM experiments in the bedroom and TK likes it on the rougher side, especially when he starts having cravings for drugs.

TW: accusations of abuse (there’s no actual abuse but still, take care of yourself)

So I’m not super comfortable with the BDSM part BUT I did take the first part of the prompt and I used a bit of a,,, familiar storyline for some of you so I hope you like it!!

the blood on my hands (scares me to death)//3.4k

TK’s been off all day. Paul noticed it first (obviously) and now Judd wishes he hadn’t said anything at all. Because now-- after watching him a little more carefully-- he’s seen TK wince about a dozen times in the last three hours. He’s been wearing long sleeves. 

In the middle of August. 

In Austin, Texas. 

He tried to put it out of his mind. TK would talk when he’s ready, he thinks. And they all know how well he does when they press him on topics he’s not ready to talk about. 

So Judd tries not to think about it. Until he goes into the locker room. 

He turns the corner and runs a towel over his drying hair, glancing up at TK on the other side of the room. 

But he stops. 

The black and blue bruise coloring his shoulder stands out against his skin. It spreads to the top of his arm and TK winces as he pulls his shirt on. 

“Damn,” he says, making TK jump. “That’s a hell of a bruise you got.”

“Yeah,” TK mumbles. “What can I say; I’m a clutz.”

A knot twists in Judd’s stomach. That was barely believable. Which means that TK’s lying about how he got hurt. It could mean any number of things-- all of which Judd doesn’t want to think about.

“What’d you do?”

TK makes a face as if he hadn’t expected the question to come up. “I just… fell. Down the stairs.”

Judd raises an eyebrow, entirely unconvinced. “You fell down the stairs.”

TK nods but doesn’t look up at him. 

The knot tugs tighter. 

But before he can say anything, TK’s out the door. Judd watches him go, wringing the towel in his hands.

Paul and Mateo come in a moment later and he looks down. 

“What is that look for?” Paul asks but Judd just shakes his head. “Oh, so you’re going to be weird and ominous now too?”

Judd takes a breath but doesn’t respond. 

He prays he’s wrong.

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Carlos:

Dinner?

Carlos:

I’ll cook

TK: 

Not tonight

Carlos: 

Tomorrow then?

TK:

Can’t, working

Carlos frowns at his phone. He knows for a fact that his boyfriend has the next day off-- they both do, he was kind of excited about it. Not to mention, TK hardly ever sends such short messages, and he’s canceled four date nights in the past month.

He clenches his jaw and climbs out of the car, slipping his phone into his pocket as he closes the door. 

His shift ended about twenty minutes ago and TK’s shift ends in an hour or so. And with the way TK’s been acting odd lately? Well, Carlos doesn’t see anything wrong with stopping by for a few minutes. 

Carlos adjusts his jacket and looks around the firehouse. He spots Judd in the kitchen first. 

“Hey, Judd,” he says with a smile. “Have you seen TK?”

Judd barely spares him a glance, already turning his back on him. “Meds on a call,” he says flatly, just before he turns toward the gym.

Carlos shoves his hands in his pockets uncomfortably. “Alright,” he mumbles. 

He sits at the counter, determined to be there when TK returns. Paul and Marjan come in a few minutes later. 

“Hey, Reyes,” Marjan says, making a beeline for the coffee maker. 

“Marj, that is your fifth cup today,” Paul says. 

“And?” She smiles then turns her attention back to Carlos. “Did you just get off?”

“A little while ago, yeah,” he nods. Paul offers him a cup of coffee but he shakes his head. “TK said he was working late today, so I thought I’d stop by on my way home.” 

Marjan makes a face. “No, he’s not.”

Carlos can feel his throat tighten. “That’s what he told me.”

It’s Paul’s turn to shake his head. “We invited him out with us but he said he had plans with you.”

Carlos has to look down-- any direction really-- because they’re sharing a look and giving him concerned looks-- which is exactly what he doesn’t need at the moment.

The roaring of the ambulance rumbles through the station as Nancy guides TK back into the bay. 

When they park it, TK jumps down and Carlos sees him clench his hand into a fist. He falls into easy banter with Nancy as they make their way to join them. TK grins when he sees him. 

“Hey, babe,” he says, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “What are you doing here?”

“Well, you said you couldn’t make dinner,” Carlos says quietly. “I thought I’d stop by.”

Marjan makes a face. “Hey, Paul, Nance, why don’t we go find Mateo and we can play doubles?”

“Yeah, Paul,” Nancy starts. “Why don’t Marj and I absolutely obliterate you and Mateo in foosball?”

The three walk away, already riling each other up. Tk watches them go with a quiet laugh but Carlos shifts in his seat. 

“So, Judd seems to be mad at me and you lied to Paul and Marjan.” He swallows. “And me.”

TK looks at him for a moment, then down at his hands. “I don’t know what’s going on with Judd and I don’t know what the others told you. But, Carlos, I wouldn’t lie to you.”

Carlos wants to call bullshit but he doesn’t. TK reaches for his hand but he pulls back. “Why don’t-- we’ll talk at home.”

Carlos turns just in time to see TK’s face fall. 

“No, Carlos, wait.”

He stops, against his better judgment.

“I’m- I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“Lying.” TK nods to himself. “I shouldn’t have.”

Carlos raises an eyebrow when he doesn’t continue. “That’s it?”

TK laughs helplessly. “What else are you expecting?”

He rolls his eyes and shrugs sarcastically. “I don’t know, TK, maybe an explanation?” TK purses his lips and looks off to the side. It’s his resigned look-- the one he makes when he doesn’t want to talk anymore. But Carlos isn’t giving up that easily. “Why did you lie to me? To Paul and Marj? What’s the real reason you can’t make it tonight?”

TK seems to consider something but evidently talks himself out of it. “That’s-- I can’t answer that, Carlos, please just drop it.”

This is it.

The one question he never thought he’d have to ask him. And he’s not sure he wants to know the answer. 

“Are you seeing someone else?”

TK hates the question as much as he does.

“God, no, ahuvi.” 

He tries to step close again but Carlos can’t. He doesn’t feel like he can trust him-- at least not right this moment. And he hates that. Because this is TK, the most caring and loyal person he knows. 

Or. He thought he knew. 

“Then what is going on?”

“Babe, please, just-”

His request is cut off by the alarm calling for the medical team. He sighs and curses under his breath. 

“Can we talk about this at home?”

Carlos scoffs. “Will you be there?”

He knows it’s uncalled for and he regrets the words immediately. The words make TK’s features twist in a way that Carlos never wants to cause again. He lingers a moment longer before going to the ambulance. 

Carlos pinches the bridge of his nose. He doesn’t know what to do or who to go to for advice. He might if he knew what was happening. But he’s been left out of the loop again and-- honestly? He’s getting pretty fucking sick of it. 

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[mochees]

"𝗶 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗜𝗜"

-> headcanons, how they tell you they love you for the first time, part two!

characters: sakusa, iwaizumi, x fem!reader

warnings: fem reader, ✨healthy relationships✨, oikawa being oikawa

wc: 3.6K

a/n: WOAH okay uh did NOT expect that last set to be that popular,,,, y'all thirsty for love huh? me too anyway i thought id do a part two since i honestly really enjoyed writing the first set and my brain is vibrating with ✨thoughts✨ and seeing how much love it got really made me feel how i haven't felt in so long, so thank you! maybe ill turn this into a series so lemme know if u wanna see someone specific👀👀😏 also sorry for like posting and then dipping again lmao thats just my social media brand i have the attention span of a fucking worm

read part 1 here!

Sakusa Kiyoomi

okok i know its like common for sakusa to be shown as not interested in PDA (in private or public) unless hes feeling "needy"

BUT i believe that after a few weeks, maybe months if he's still unsure, he would definitely be much more comfortable with PDA

like, if its been a long time and your both serious about it and not just in a relationship to be in a relationship he starts to notice your routine

he notices the changes you make so that he's comfortable and so that you can be close to him without him being worried about icky yicky germy wormys (someone take away my thought privileges)

so now that he knows that you take care of your hygiene and exactly what you do for it, slowly he's wrapping an arm around you in 30° heat while you're both sweating

slowly he's "forgetting" his mask in the car for dates

slowly, but surely, he understands that a little bit of exposure, isn't a bad thing.

"kiyoomi?" your voice brought sakusa's eyes to yours where he could see the concern behind them.

"are you okay y/n?"

you'd decided, after three weeks of intense training and barely seeing your boyfriend, that you wanted just one day and one night with him. just the two of you, you know he'd never admit it, but he needed a break.

after atsumu decided to try out some new plays that didn't start off to well, sakusa had been silently groaning everytime he had to reach for something. he was excellent at making sure he wasn't overworking himself, and he wasn't, its just that the human body is an absolute wonder, and not in a good way. sometimes things that should have mildly injured you, left you with a tiny scrape, or a bruise or a very quick-to-fade red mark, and sometimes you drop a phone on your face and break your fucking jaw.

you offer him a gentle smile that completely washes away the concern in your eyes.

"im fine omi! but you," you reach your hands up to rest on both sides of his face turning his head side to side, studying it intensly.

"you're looking a little pale. and possibly grey."

"how do you mean y/n-chan?"

for such an intelligent man sometimes he really could be a himbo.

"i mean that i think you might be sick, baby."

sakusa stared blankly at you, as if he couldn't fathom the possibility of 'himself, sick?'

"omi? kiyoomi!" you nabbed his attention, "i think you're sick, and we best go home."

"but-" he started, but you were quick to cut him off knowing exactly what he was about to say.

"kiyoomi, it's inevitable. even if you were the worlds most decked out with ppe, and the worlds leading force in hygeine, you'd still end up catching a cold at least once. that's just how the world works baby. and don't worry about the date, all i want is to spend some time with you."

you ended up practically dragging your sad little puppy of a boyfriend back up the complex stairs and into his unit before settling him on the couch and getting to work.

"ill get you some water, you just sit here and relax. i don't want to think about what would happen if those dumbasses didnt have you there next week, bokuto and hinata would probably crack their skulls!" your attempt at a little light hearted humour helped sakusa forget for a moment, but he was quick to go back to not understanding how he was sick.

"thank you." he took the glass from your hand and rested it between his legs, when he noticed the rubber gloves you had clutched at your side. he knew what they were for, those were his cleaning gloves.

"what are you doing? you can't stay you'll..." he paused. "you'll get sick too."

"i'll be fine omi-omi! you just relax and drink lots of water, ill take care of this." you turned towards the wall with a soft smile before muttering, "ill take care of you."

sakusa watched you clean, the bucket full of diluted bleach, the duster, a cloth, and his cleaning gloves. he loved the way that they were too big for you, the way you kept having to pull them up every so often to keep them on. he loved the way that everytime he finished his glass of water, you were right there to fill it back up.

you don't even remember seeing, or hearing him lift himself from his spot on the couch and make his way over to where you were humming and covering the counters in the diluted solution. you felt a pair of big arms wrap around you, a chin on your shoulder and a kiss on your cheek.

"thank you, y/n. i love you."

thank god he caught a cold, or he might never have realized just how lucky he was.

Iwaizumi Hajime

family man

is a family man but not just ANY family man

yes, it's important to him that you like and respect his parents and vice versa

but its just slightly more important to him that you get along with his friends, his found family because im a SUCKER for the classic lilo n stitch trope

he knows that many people say that its his life and he doesn't need anyones approval etc.

but iwaizumi believes different, he believes that he doesn't need approval in the literal sense but rather approval through watching you interact with his friends and his family and how you do your best to learn about them and make time for them, even though you dont have to

and he thinks it's absolutely enthralling

the way your eyes light up when you see that book his mom has been talking about wanting to read and picking it up with no hesitation

how you're able to almost flawlessly keep up with issei and takahiro's antics while also making sure they don't go too far, something even iwaizumi struggles with

and most importantly, how effortlessly you connect with his childhood best friend.

there were many things that Iwaizumi Hajime enjoyed, volleyball, athletics, godzilla of course, spending time with three dumbasses (but he’ll never admit that) and a little while ago, he added you to that list.

you were so effortlessly able to connect with his team, his friends, and his family but most importantly, the way you were able to connect with Oikawa brought a smile to his face.

“oh, iwa-chan~, what are you admiring?” there he went again, Iwa thought, Tohru Oikawa’s dumb smirk and hyper awareness of his team, both on and off court. how he wated to head-butt him in the face. but, he showed restraint. after all, he wouldn’t want loserkawa to use you as a human shield from his head. so, he ignored the urge. but it passed as soon as he saw tohrus arm arond your shoulders, crossed feet and leaning on you ever so slightly while he took a few occasional swigs from his water.

and just like that, the incredible restraint vanished like morning mist.

you could practically see the steam coming off of his hot skin, and the vein popping out of his forehead, when you noticed what had him so heated. “trashykawa get your filthy hands off of my girlfriend!”

“excuse me!” he pouted, “my hands are clean and tailored! just like any responsible setters would be!” he stuck his lip out farther and gave you his irresistable puppy-dog eyes. “y/n-chan, i’m not filthy! am i?” he whined.

and, as the word suggests, his look was truly irresistable and you stumbled over your words. “n-no! of course not tohru!”

“see, iwa-chan! y-n thinks i’m squeaky clean!” his dumb smirk appeared again, and rather than continue with flirtykawas obvious games, Iwa opted for the less violen approach.

“don’t flatter yourself, dirtykawa. she’s just being nice.” he growled. “I’m done for the day, i have a project due. y-n.” he offered his hand to you like the gentleman he is not forcing you to take it, but the look in his eyes told you that he wanted you too.

“see you later, tohru!” you gave him a quick hug and intertwined your fingers with iwa’s.

now, technically, girls aren’t allowed in the boys locker room but since it’s after hours and just you and iwaizumi no one cared. to be fair though, literally no one knew except the team so, whatever you didn’t complain you got to watch yout ultra ripped boyfriend change. quality time. you thought, when you noticed him mid-change with his shirt over his head, resting on his arms. as any good girlfriend would, despite the devil on your shoulder, you came up behind him placing your hands on his seriously broad shoulders. taking notice of the tension, you started to work at the muscles. your care was quickly rewarded with a quiet sigh, and relaxed shoulders.

“hajime?” you continued rubbing at the tight fibers, “are you alright? you’re usually the one telling me im holding too much tension.” you giggled and he turned to face you placing one hand against the side of your face.

“hajime?” it came out shaky and worried.

“i’m okay,” he smiled “it’s just,” hesitation. he was never one to hesitate.

“i know i have no right to be but seeing oikawa so clingy with you it just, i dont know, it really gets to me i guess? he, just, he gets all the girls, all the attention, and i don’t want to-” you stopped him.

“sweetheart, it’s okay to be jealous or upset i’m not going to be angry, you have a right to your feelings. I understand how you feel, i never mean to flirt with him, if i ever have, i mean i don’t know, you know how bad of a flirt i am,” he chuckles at that. “it’s just that i know how important he is to you and you are so, so important to me and i want to be able to understand whats important to you, so you never have to choose between us, because that wouldn’t be fair. i love you, hajime iwaizumi, and everything about you.”

you expected him to be shocked, hell, he thought he would be shocked when or if you said it, but he wasn’t. and that’s exactly how he knew what to say next.

“i love you too, y/n l/n.” pressing a soft kiss against your lips.

“geez, it only took you two a century and forever.” someone snarked.

hajime chucked a towel at him “get out assykawa!” and he did, he bolted through the door laughing like the demon matchmaker he thought he was.

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[lately-youvebeenonmymind]

Oh, Baby - A.I.

In which sub!y/n forgets her place in the bedroom.

hey guys this is like the first smut I've ever written and the first time I've written in years soooo it’s probs shitty but I hope it’s not!! Also not me using puppy self indulgently bc no one ever uses it....... haha........

WARNINGS: face slapping, heavy degradation, not rlly petplay (maybe if u squint) but use of terms “puppy/pup,” “mutt,” and “pet” in sexual situations, fake sympathy, use of the word “daddy” in sexual situations, general dom/sub dynamics, safeword is implied beforehand in the scene (they have a safeword and the reader would use it if needed but it’s not needed here because it’s just a rough scene w heavy words and impact play pls dont come for me ik how d/s relationships work!!!), and just overall my shitty writing lol . I think that’s it lol enjoy:)

Word count: 1.7k

Ashton is always the dominate one. Both of us are firm in our roles inside and outside the bedroom, Ashton being the one to take control in everyday situations due to his more dominant personality, and me tending to be more in the background.

Ashton takes care of me, and does so very well. Most of the time I’m very content with being pampered, thrown around, and given orders during sex.

However, my mind tends to wander. Wanders to how my big, strong dom would look whining and begging beneath me.

Honestly, I can barely call myself a switch. I much prefer to be dominated. But for just a second, I’d kill to have Ashton admit that he’s just as much a bitch for me as I am for him. Just... for a little fun.

.....

“Fuck, doll, you feel so good,” Ashton moans from above me. My legs are wrapped around his waist as he pounds into me at a fast and steady pace. My eyes roll into the back of my head, my nails scratching into his chest, making him let out such a godly moan.

Sometimes, just for a second, his dominant front falters. When I leave pretty red scratches on this chest or when I tug on his hair extra hard, his face scrunches up so beautifully and I can tell he wants to ask - or beg - for more.

The idea, mixed with the image of Ashton in utter bliss above me makes me whimper, Ashton smirking at the sound.

He slows his thrusts, grabbing my face roughly in his large hands.

“On top, baby. I want to see my pretty girl bounce on my cock. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes, sir.”

This is my chance.

We quickly readjust ourselves so I’m straddling Ashton’s cock. The power I know I have in this position is making my pussy soaked, and I moan as soon as Ashton is back inside of me again.

Seeing him beneath me, blissed out from me clenching my walls around him, looking oh so pretty, sparks my courage to do something I’ve always wanted to.

“You know, Ashy,” I say, once again digging my nails into his chest to make faded, pretty red lines leading down to his stomach, “you look really, really pretty like this.” I trail my hands back up his chest slowly, reaching for his throat and gently squeezing, just as he does to me on most occasions. “I think I like it,” I lean down and whisper in his ear, biting on his neck when I’m done.

At first, I think it’s working. I smirk as his eyes close and he takes in deep breaths, slowing the movement of my hips to tease him more.

My victory doesn’t last long, though. Within seconds, I’m flipped back around, Ashton pounding into me angrily, one of his hands around my throat and the other making a quick slap at my face.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, angel?” He growls down to me. “Did you really think you could just try and overpower me? You stupid. Fucking Mutt.”

I whine at his words, each in the last sentence being punctuated by his hips thrusting into me, the last word being accompanied by another slap to my face. The pain from being hit, choked, and roughly fucked makes me let out a loud moan, my head being thrown back from the force of his thrusts and the power of his blows.

“Oh is puppy turned on from getting hit? How fucking disgusting. You just wanted to make daddy angry, huh? You could’ve just asked to be fucked hard, baby. You know how easy it is to be daddy’s angel. But I guess dirty little pets like you can never get anything right, huh?”

I shake my head hastily at his words, my head not being able to move much due to the loosened grip he still held on my neck.

“No, sir, didn’t mean to disobey. Just thought you looked so pretty, daddy. Couldn’t help myself,” my words are broken as I speak them, barely coherent as my mind is taken over by the pleasure of being treated so mean. I love when Ashton acts like this, when he’s degrading and mean and laughs at me for being pathetic. Being kept as his little pet, so to speak, is one of my favorite things.

Ashton laughs darkly at my poor excuse for my actions and sticks one of his long fingers in my mouth, making me choke slightly as he shoves them to the back of my throat.

“Awe, baby just thought daddy looked pretty? Well why didn’t you say so, darling? Because daddy being fucking pretty completely excuses your disobedience, right? Means daddy doesn’t have to punish you?” He laughs once again at his own words. “How stupid can you be, babydoll? I’m sick of your excuses,” he says softly with a look of fake sympathy, a slight pout upon his pretty lips. His tone borders sickly sweet as speaks his cruel words to me.

“Fuck daddy, I’m sorry, so sorry,” I sob when he takes his fingers out of my mouth.

This earns another slap to my face. “I said I didn’t want to hear any more excuses, mutt. Not another word out of your mouth. I don’t want to listen to any more pathetic words you have to say. Bad pets don't get to use their words. Daddy only listens to good girls. Speaking to your master is a privilege, do you understand?”

I nod up at him with teary eyes, letting him fuck me hard until I feel my orgasm approach. I start whimpering, trying to be quiet but still alert to Ashton of my orgasm as to be granted permission.

“Fuck, doll, feel so good squeezing my cock,” he moans from above me. “Does puppy need to cum? Want daddy to let you cum, pet?” From his tone I can tell that he’s not going to allow me to cum, and the knowledge of that makes me scream in frustration, making Ashton laugh. “Awe, what a smart pup. She must know that daddy isn’t going to let her cum tonight, huh? Poor thing,” he pouts and then smirks as he pulls out of me slowly. I whine at the feeling of being empty, desperately trying to grab at Ashton as he pulls away from me completely.

“On your knees,” he commands harshly, standing next to the bed. I take my time sitting up, my legs and core aching from the way he’s been treating my body. Ashton doesn’t appreciate the time I’m taking, though, and is quick to grab my hair and pull me from the bed, shoving me down to the ground in front of him. “I said on. Your. Knees,” he growls from above me.

My knees make a sound as I hit the floor hard. Ashton’s hand is still tangled in my hair, pushing me towards his hardened cock.

I open my mouth for him to enter me, closing my eyes in bliss as I hear him groan when he hits the back of my throat. He starts to fuck my mouth, going slow despite my current punishment until I get used to the feeling of him stretching my throat. Soon, he’s thrusting into my mouth at a fast pace, causing tears to leak from my eyes and spit to drip down the corners of my mouth.

“Eyes open, princess. Look at me,” his voice is strained as he gives me the order. I look up to see his face contorted in pleasure, the muscles in his arms flexing as he holds me to his cock by my hair and his face, hair, and chest soaked from sweat. The sight causes me to moan around him, his grip in my hair tightening as his thrusts begin to come faster.

My hands go up to dig my nails in his thighs, the sight and feeling of him fucking my throat making the need to touch him stronger than ever. They were quickly swatted away, though, as Ashton starts going rougher than ever. “No fucking touching, slut. You’re still getting punished. You’ve seemed to forget your place quite a few times tonight, baby. You’re on thin fucking ice already, doll.” His voice wavers towards the end, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he chases his release. “Don’t swallow,” he stutters out as he cums in my mouth and a little down my throat.

I try to keep as much of him in my mouth as possible as he pulls out, making sure to sit back on my heels and keep my teary eyes on him as he looks down on me.

He gently caresses my face as he bends down to get more on my level. He keeps a thumb on my bottom lip as he commands me to open my mouth. I let a mixture of his cum and my spit drip down my chin, onto his hand and down my body. His eyes grow hooded at the sight and he quickly grabs my chin in his hand to bring me in for a kiss.

“Such a messy girl, so pretty for me. You took your punishment so well tonight, lovie. Let’s get you cleaned up.” He helps me to my feet and cleans me off, giving gentle kisses to my bruised knees and sweetly petting the cheek where he hit me.

Soon, I was wrapped up in the covers and Ashton’s arms, listening to his heartbeat as I let my body rest. I feel his chest shake a bit as he laughs.

“What?” I ask sleepily.

“You thought I looked good... so you tried to dominate me? Did you have any plan or anything?” He laughs as he remembers the scene.

I blush and hide my face in his chest. “Shut up. I just... think you’re really great...” I mumble. “Wanna show you how pretty I think you are...”

He laughs once again and brings me in closer, kissing my forehead. “Thank you, baby. It means a lot. It’s cute that you tried, but it’s never happening, sweetheart. You do so much for daddy all the time. My good puppy. So good for me today.”

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[brelione]

Toxic PT 2 (Rafe Cameron X Reader)

Request:plz make a part 2 to toxic!!!!

Pt 1

Warnings:Smut,unhealthy relationships.

He had stayed awake for hours that night.He had tried calling you at least 20 times only for you to block his number.He had decided that enough was enough, getting dressed in actual clothes before quietly leaving his house and starting his drive to yours.

He hadnt been to your house in two weeks, you had claimed that it was too messy and that you didnt really want him to be there.He pulled into your driveway,seeing the red lights on through your window.

He had no idea why you liked the red lights so much but he figured you just had them because you could.He remembered the first time he had been over your house.

It had been a ‘date’.You two sat on your bed, scrolling through netflix.Your room was lit with the red led lights that were sticking to your wall, the remote not too far away. “Wait,wait...wait, hold on.Can I change the color?”He had asked, giggling like a child when you said yes.He had pressed all the buttons, making purple and blue before settling on a cotton candy pink. “Are you done?”You had asked, laughing at how excited he had been over colored lights.He nodded, finally handing you the remote back.

He got out of his truck,trying his best not to slam the door.He knew that your parents had gone to the mainland for the weekend.He reached under one of your plants to find the spare key,opening your door.

You had told him where it was in case of emergencies.You were his go to person whenever he got into an argument with Ward and didnt want to be at his house for a moment longer, instead driving to your house for a kiss, a hug and sex.

He licked his lips nervously, sighing before making his way upstairs and into your room, opening the door.It felt like it had been forever since he had sat on your bed with your body resting against him, his arms around your waist.

It had been long since you guys had even had a nice little moment like that, cuddling and innocent kisses.He loved sex but he still missed those little joys of the relationship.His eyes widened at what he saw.

You were on your bad in just your bra and underwear, the red light making your room look like the pits of hell.You turned to look at Rafe,sitting up and glaring at him.

 “What the fuck are you doing here?I blocked you for a reason, get the fuck out!”You shouted at him.Of course you were mad at him.It wasnt really mad about him cheating, you were more mad about who he had cheated on you with.Anyone else you could understand but you couldnt understand Ellie.

Even if he was high or drunk or whatever excuse he had.She was a total bitch.You didnt even consider Rafe your boyfriend, you had considered him more of a friend with benefits since you guys had began to drift emotionally.

He gulped,feeling himself beginning to shake. “I just-i want-want to fix things.”He mumbled, taking in a deep breath. “Yeah?You should’ve thought about that before you fucked Ellie.You think I give a shit about you,Rafe?You’re stupider than I thought, youre just my fuck buddy.Now get out of my house before I call the cops.”You glared up at him, watching his eyes fill up with tears.

He shook his head, trying to speak. “No,no you cant-you love me.You do!Have you been lying this whole time?”Tears rolled down his face,trying to breath but forgetting how.You licked your lips, leaning back on the mattress.You knew how this would end, with his cock buried inside of you as he tried to convince you that he actually cared about you.

 “Rafe, I dont love anyone.That includes you, okay?Its not my fault that you have a thing for me, thats on you.Its your fault for fucking some other bitch, understand?”You asked, not missing the way that his eyes flicked down to your slightly parted legs. 

“But….but you care about me?Dont you?”He asked but it sounded more like a sob.You sighed,shrugging. “Rafe, you know I dont give two shits about anybody.You’re just a good fuck, alright?”You needed him to understand.

You could tell that he was breaking apart right in front of you and it pulled at your heart strings as you watched him cry.You wanted to love him but it just didnt seem possible. “Stop crying, Rafe.”You stood up, wiping the salty tears from his face. “So….so are we done?Are we...we cant...we’re not fucking anymore?”He asked,making you laugh quietly.

 “No feelings attached, understand?”You asked.This was probably one of the worst things you had ever done.You were most definitely a toxic person and that was as clear as the water at the private beaches.

He nodded,sniffling a bit before blinking away the tears that were building up in his blue eyes.You stood on your tip toes, kissing him gently.He melted under your touch,his hands touching your waist lightly almost like he was scared he would break you.

He really loved you, he was positive that he did.He just couldnt figure out how to show it.You slowly stepped backwards,bringing him with you as you laid on the bed,your legs wrapping around his waist.You pulled away,leaving kisses and hickeys down his neck.He let out a soft moan, obsessed with the way you felt against his body.

He was obsessed with you in general, the way you made him feel was absolutely insane.His eyes focused on your face, you were now straddling him, the red light hitting your cheekbones beautifully.He didnt know when his shirt was pulled off, your eyes falling down to the hickies that Ellie had left.

 “Hmm...she’s not too good at that.”Your finger tips grazed his chest,stopping at every hickey the girl had left.He nodded, agreeing. “You’re so much better...she just wanted to make you mad.”He leaned up for a kiss only for you to push him back down,your hand on his throat. 

“I know, seems like she made you more mad though.”You looked over to your door, noticing the small dents the two of you had made.It only took a few more moments for the two of you to be completely naked,Rafe turning the two of you over so he could be in control.

He didnt need to take out anger, he just wanted to be gentle this time.He wanted to make you feel good so he could apologize, wanting to enjoy this with you now in case this was his last time being in your bed.He slid in and out of you slowly, hitting all the spots deep inside of you.He wanted to whisper that he loved you over and over again.

No feelings attached,he remembered,instead just resting his head in the crook of your neck as you tugged at his hair.He was trying not to cry,biting hard on his lip to hold back the tears,pressing his body against yours, clinging onto you like a life line. 

“Rafe...Rafe,please….please go faster.”You whimpered,your legs around his waist, trying to urge him to go faster. “Hmm….why should I?”He grinned,looking down at you.You rolled your eyes, gripping his jaw. “Because you love me,dont you?”You asked.He gulped,nodding.

 “Then why dont you want me to feel good?Dont you want me to feel good,daddy?”You pouted,grinning when you saw his eyes widen.He was quick to speed up,pulling out so his tip was barely grazing your entrance before slamming in,his eyes rolling back at the scream you let out. 

“Fuck, Rafe.”You whimpered,nails scratching red lines into his back. “You’re so tight….you feel so good.”He moaned,nails digging into your hips. “Did Ellie feel this good?”You asked,tugging at his hair so he’d look up at you. “No...never.”He answered, leaning down to kiss you gently. 

“I know.”You bit down on his lip,able to tell that he was close. “Im gonna cum.”He was bruising the skin of your thighs but you didnt care. “Hold it.”You told him.He looked surprised, never hearing that from you before. “What?”He asked.

 “Hold it.”You repeated,turning him onto his back, fingertips pressing into his throat as you rolled your hips against him. “Please.”He clenched his eyes shut, in physical pain from his need to finish. “Nope, you fucked another girl.You dont deserve it.”You answered, squeezing harder on his throat as you came,getting off of him.

He was angry, staring down at his still hard cock. “But-but what about me?”He asked as you panted,getting your panties back on. “You should’ve thought about that before.You should go, ive got things to do.”You pulled on a pair of short shorts, not bothering to put on a bra as you pulled a thin yellow shirt on.

He had seen the shirt on his floor before, peeling it off of your body and throwing it to the floor.He felt tempted to look through your closet for any of his clothes, any proof that you had once been his.

He had plenty of your stuff, a small stuffed animal, a gold ring that he often wore on his pinkie, sunglasses that you had left at his poolside.He kept your stuff mainly to reassure himself that you were an actual person and that you guys were actually together.He had wondered if you did the same, knowing that you probably didnt but wanted a solid answer anyways.

 “What?”He asked,his voice cracking.You sighed,putting your hair into a bun, sliding on your shoes. “You heard me, Rafe.”You replied,handing him his shorts from your floor.He was still shaking as he pulled on his clothes, his hair disheveled and his face red.

 “So- so tomorrow?Like, you’ll come over tomorrow and we can do some stuff.”He played with his fingers anxiously, taking in a deep breath. “Okay.”You answered, tying your converse. “Okay...um...will you unblock me?”He asked, tapping his foot on the floor.You shook your head, telling him to leave.

He closed your door, trying not to think too much as he got into his truck, staring up at your window,seeing you leaning your elbows on the window sill,smoking a blunt.

He knew that relationships should never be like this you were as toxic as they come but he just couldnt get enough of you.It really did suck but it was just the way things were and he’d have to learn to accept it, backing out of your driveway.

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Stripper Dear 2 (One Shot) Valentino X Marie OC (Hazbin Hotel) (Yandere)

[Hello My Sexy Readers, we are here with a part two and it shows more of Val bad side. And Manipulation remember val is a rapist and no matter how much he simps he also has anger issues that does not change with a yandere he is in hell for a reason. Anyways I hope you all enjoy this chapter as well our super sexy readers]

(Marie's pov)

I roll over in the bed. It had been a week since that while fiasco. I did tell Val how I felt about how he treated others, how he treated me, and he seemed to be trying..if I was around. I have a feeling he's a douche if I'm not around. I was just happy he gave me a full week off work which left me sitting in bed, taking baths, napping, and snacking..though I'm pretty sure I've gained a pound or two, I swear they put crack in the sweets. I hear a knock as I looked up letting out a grunt as the door opened as I see Val.

"Oh hey."

"Hello hello hello, it's bright and early, and you're still in bed." He said as I looked at him.

"Mhm.. and I don't plan on leaving." I said. Of course I wasn't, since I'm staying at Val's and his beds are..god they are so comfortable.

"You know I've been thinking it's been a while.." he said smiling as I knew what he was talking about.

"Has it now?" I asked as I smirked.

"sorry, no time. I've got work."

"Wha- I'm the owner, I say you don't have work."

"Mm..I Think the shift manager and my rent say otherwise." I said smirking as I got up. "Then what was that about not leaving?" "Oh I meant I'm not leaving this room unless necessary." I said as he placed his hands on his chest.

"Oh I see, now you see me as your personal bank card. Is that it?" I look at him and smile. "Mhm, yeah." I said as I ducked under his arms as I can hear him walking after me as I smirk. I don't actually have work it's just fun to see him get desperate.

(oh god Marie did a 180. I mean to be fair if you could manipulate a powerful demon Lord into being the one desperate for you, you'd probably do the same and besides it's harmless teasing.

(She so would so would I XD)

"Well I want you o move in with me." He said suddenly and I stopped looking up at him.

"Huh?"

"You heard me, I mean you been hear a week in my mansion and I have grown accustomed to you being here and I don't want you to work as a stripper no more." He says crossing his four arms. "I don't like the idea of other demons looking at you when naked."

"What would I do then?"

He smirked. "I could think of a few things in our free time~" He purrs. "But a job you actually want to do, want to be a baker bake want to design clothes do that. I want you happy as long as other demons keep there eyes off you."

(as long as you dont make this yandere angry he is good but your cross a line and he punish you for his darling only sees that soft loving side unlike anyone else.)

I looked at him as I then smiled and sighed. "Val..and here I was trying to surprise you that I didn't actually have work." I said as I smiled.

"But I can't just not work, getting a job could take a while, I don't want to be out of work and just doing nothing." I said as he looked at me.

"You know.. I should be mad at you for lying.. but I've come to learn you like to play around, but I'm serious. Move in."

"..do I get a choice?"

"Yes. Either say yes or say yes." He said.

I looked at him and then sighed, smiling. Yes he was not giving me a choice but it was because he loves me and wants me close. But I was worried about living off of him I did not want to do that.

"Val..I don't want to live here and not contribute, I don't know if I can get another job."

"I don't care hell you can bake and use me as a model for clothes while you wait but just thinking about that those demons do." I could see he was getting jealous and I smile.

"Val.. they normally behave.. well except for one guy when I went to grab my bag yesterday." I said holding down a smirk.

"What? What happened"

"oh nothing much, just..a handsome demon came over to me..told me how good I looked.."

He grabbed me and pinned me to the wall kissing me savagely I learned fast he was the jealous and possessive type. I kissed back.

"Don't make me fire you." He growled.

I smile. "I know you would never do that, but... I will leave my job but your going to be a co owner of my bakery mr. money bags. You know how good I can bake so it won't be long until demons are flooding in. But..." I say and press my foot on his clothed cock as he had me face level with him. "I think I should earn that money from you don't you~"

He smirked at that tossing me over his shoulder and taking me to his bedroom. I mean he gave me my own room so I could adjust but I did sleep with him every night regardless just lounge in the other bed instead of his during the day.

I won't lie sex was actually still scary in fact all of this, was just from videos I found, but some of it also came from I saw him with some other girls, and they just seemed so attractive. He brought me to the room, putting me down and quickly locking the door as I sat on the edge of the bed, smiling at him as I felt both scared and excited, I mean last time was so nice.

"Mm, so, like last time?" I asked smiling, however he smirked.

"Not at all like last time~" he said as he closed the blinds. What did he mean?

"I won't lie to you I have kinks. Some very kinky kinks. And I am also a man with very high sex drive. So today we are going to push boundaries. I will be rough demanding and in charge. But I will give after care in which I reassure you on how much I love you and make sure your okay this is not to punish or hurt you. It can feel good your safety word if you truly want me to stop is toothpaste. If you say that I will do my best to stop and take care of you. Is anything off the table at the moment?" He asks towering over me.

I was stunned I heard of bdsm before. So I had an idea of where we wanted to go. "Not something to painful.... like no whips or nipple glamps..." I say blushing at the thought

"I know this is just a taste of what we will do~ not going to through you in the deep end." He says. "Strip for me~ now."

I stood up, smiling at him as I pulled off my sweater, then pulling my shirt, making sure to pull it off slowly and then my bra, letting my breasts be free, stoping for just a second to push them together as he smelled as I pulled off my skirt, letting it drop to reveal that I was in fact, not wearing underwear. Every article I took off, I made sure to make it a show. He smirked and pushed me back on the bed. Pulling his pants off along with his clothes. I bit my lip as he cock sprang free.

"Time to put that mouth to work~" He says and I nod first taking him in my hand and then stroking him slowly to get him fully hard. I then start licking up and down his cock and he moans his fist clenching. I could tell even though he took control he was letting me get comfortable enough with the taste.

He was good when he wanted to be. It was difficult, but I got a rhythm as I licked up and down, putting the tip in my mouth before pulling away to once more as I run my tongue across his shaft. I could tell he was getting antsy so I take half his cock in my mouth and almost gag it was so much. He gripped my hair and started to fuck my mouth but was careful to not go to far down my throat. I sucked and made sure he felt just as good swallowing around his thick meat. I knew I wouldn't really be able to take all of it immediately, but I could tell he was loving it.. and I was happy about it. I let out a choked moan as I let him take the lead, my hands stroking what wasn't in my mouth,gagging occasionally but neither of us pulled away.

I was soaking the bed spread with how wet I was. He was close I could feel him twitching in my mouth but he pulled out and came all over my face. I gasp and cough slightly for air and some of his kids got in my mouth. I pant as I catch my breath. That..was actually really fun.. and based on his face, he wasn't done. He lifts me up and pins me to the bed before hand cuffing me to it. I gasp as he does so then he smirked at me and I shudder.

"w-w-what are you planning to do?" I asked, I was a little nervous.

"I am going to fuck you senseless and your not going to be able to stop me." He says and then lines up with me and I do everything to relax for the penetration.

Yet I felt excitement at those words... and he noticed. "my oh my, look at how wet you are."

I lets his tongue roll out and I did not realize how long it could get he barely had to get close to my woman hood to lick my pussy and I cried out. God that tongue of his~~

"Oh god~ Oh yes~" I moan

He chuckles and smirks.

I thrust up into his mouth. "P-Please! Pl-Please~!"

He smirked more and shoved his tongue in. My eyes roll into the back of my head as I moan thrusting my hips more as I feel his tongue hitting inside of me. I groaned as he worked it in deeper filling me to the brim with his tongue

I pant as I could feel every small movement, my hands turning to fists as I dig my nails into my palms as I moan. God...I mean of this was what Val was like..I can't imagine Stolas..oh that's...that's kind of hot.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY!" He snarled ripping his tongue out of me.

Shit I never seen him like this. Stolas was one of my regulars and he was even taller than Val. I did not mean to make him angry but I knew I crossed a line accidentally saying that out loud.

"i-I-I didn't- I-I didn't mean him! Val.." I said even having to try and shrink back, the tone in his voice..

"Val look at me, I didn't mean he w-was hot. I didn't mean him-Val please you're scaring me wh-when you look at me like that.." I whimper.

He pins me to the bed. "You are mine!" He says leaving bruises. "I Never EVER Want you to want another man or woman! You belong to me I loved you first and I am not loosing you!"

I nodded and started to cry and that is when his grip soften. "Oh baby I did not mean to scare, I just hate that you were thinking of another man when I was making love to you.... Or were you trying to make me jealous you minx~"

(Eddie that you? XD)

I look at him. I really wasn't, in fact if anything, I was trying to say Stolas would be too big for me... Val was ..also too big for me but, it wasn't too uncomfortable.. but I think, the best thing to do is play along though I was still to scared to speak as I could only nod.

"Well then I will just have to remind you how much I adore you and that you are mine and I will always only want you~"He says and starts to suck on my neck.

I moaned he knew what spots to hit to make me wet. I have to remember he loves me and I did think of another man while we were making love.

(Valentino's POV)

(Yeah he is a simp but you make him angry you better hope you can pull off making him jealous. Other wise. He will punish you and not in the fun way That is the type of yandere he is)

I graze my teeth over her neck as she would shudder, I could feel the goosebumps on her thigh. "i-I really am sorry..I-It sounded much more like a joke in m-my head.. I'm sorry..boss." she apologized through her moans.

(I mean you bruised her, without her consent dude, that ain't rough play, that's you hurting her.)

(Yeah dude you might be hot but you are toxic.)

"I am not your boss, I am your boy friend and lover, please call me Val." I say and kiss her bruised shoulders.

She looked at me. "O-Okay..V-Val." she said softly as I smile. "Now, I am sorry about bruising you..I wouldn't ever want to mark your skin..at least not n anger." I said as she looked at me. "N-No it's okay, I-I understand why you did it..why don't you let me make up for it?" She asked as I smirk.

"As hot as that is..."I said kissing her. "I think I need to make sure you know not to ever bring another man or woman up again~" I said as I flipped her over on her stomach as she couldn't really get up because of the handcuffs as I angle and thrust in as she cried out. Though..there's something that's so lovely seeing her face in such an intimate moment, doing this position is hot~ besides it really is a more dominating position than having her ride me.

"I won't take you anally not yet, that is saved for some other time. But I am going to be rough, just remember the safety work~" I say and start to thrust into her she cries out but moans soon.

After my five decades of sex all the time I found how to pleasure a woman or man or non binary person with ease. Being Pansexual also helped.

I'd know of she was in pain, that's why I stopped grabbing her. She managed to move her arms so that despite being handcuffed she could grab the headboard as she moaned from under me

I smirked she was such a naughty little slut trying to tease me. I continue to fuck her senseless she came two more times on my cock and I came once as well only to start up again she was a panting mess shaking on my cock.

"Val please~! HARDER~!" She begs.I smirk at that, this was the first genuine beg for me to go harder on her. "Oh I don't know....I think we've had quote enough fun." I tease pulling out. Course I wouldn't actually say no bit she looked at me shocked before she spread her legs, and continued to do so until she was in a full side split...

I stared at her shocked my cock becoming aching hard.

I.. I didn't know she was actually flexible..

"Well~? Aren't you going to keep going?" She asked."or...maybe you want to have my legs over my shoulders~?

I was in shock but did not waist another second. I had her pinned down and Started to fuck her senseless once more. I broke the hand cuffs and flip her over wrapping my arms around her.

She moaned loudly as she wrapped her arms around me, embracing me tightly as we both got lost in the moment. We both came together and I fell next to her.

“I love you Marie! So damn much!” I pant out

(and that's when she knew... she fucked up)

(XD Never sleep with a yandere life lessons not ones like Val at the very least XD)

She panted as she looked at me. "I-I.. yeah.." I look at her as I laugh. "Oh come on, you're not that tired that you can't think of anything else.".

She then smiled. "I love you too val.." she said. Man.. she must really be tired, I don't blame her. I grab her and pull her closer, her back presses against me as I lay my head down and close my eyes. I think a nap..is well deserved.

I am not going to loose her especially not to that bastard stolas.

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS And SNIFF SNIFF Do we smell another a sequel the answer is yassss we are going to show how This with Val is not a healthy relationship and how with someone like Stolas is more healthy I mean a relationship with a demon is still not so good. But it is better than Val. Anyways We hope you all enjoyed and stay sexy our friends!]

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i know the last request have been with bakugo but “what happened to you..?” with him please :)

(For this one let's pretend people dont know heroes identities)

"What happened to you?" Bakugou asks sliding into the bar stool next to you. His eyes noticing the finger shaped bruises around your throat and the shiny purple circle around your eye. You fix him a sneer, looking over his own busted lip and bandaged wrapped throat. You throw back a shot.

"Could ask you the same. Where ya been?" You never understood how someone in a suit could always look so fucking rough but he wasn't an any organized crime you knew of. Hell you should know! You've participated a lot of shady shit.

But you can't tell this obnoxious asshole that the brute Pro Hero Dynamight wrong your neck, sure as hell couldn't tell him how much it turned you on or that you nicked his throat with your knife.

Wait...your eyes snap to him, staring at him from the corner of your eye as he answers your question, tapping the bar for another shot.

"Here and fucking there." He blows out, pushing a shot to you. Every now and again the two of you would run into each other here. Neither of you sharing occupations but both of you assuming the worst.

Except Bakugou wasn't here on hero work, he wasn't under cover or any of that bullshit. He just wanted to drink in peace and no one ever looked at a man in a suit in a bar since they were a dime a dozen. But you, well you stood out in your own way. Not afraid to be intimidating or too straight forward like most women.

It's why he tolerated sitting next to you every few nights.

"Looks like there has really fucked you up. Fighting with your boss or cheat on your wife?" You ask, jutting your thumb to your throat, he laughs.

"No wife, and my boss would get his ass handed to him, even if he does have 50lbs on me. Fucking nerd." He downs the shot and you do too.

"What about you? Lover's quarrel?" His voice gets dark at the end, almost possessive he bites the inside of his cheek. He shouldn't be worried about someone like you.

But he is, cause you're funny, and bad ass. And you fight well, he would know since the two of you started a bar fight when he first sat next to you and then ended up kicking the whole bar's ass through some sort of natural chemistry. He taps the bar for two more shots. You think of how he looked at you, how it was mixed emotions swirling in blood red eyes.

And how stupid you feel for never noticing that he had the same eyes as Dynamight before.

Shit he smells like him too, like summer festivals and hot caramel.

"Guess you could say that." You tap the wooden top too, the bar tender brings four shots.

"Trying to get me fucking drunk?" He growls, ever teasing in his own way. A wicked smile settles on your lips, the sight makes his throat dry and his pants tight.

"Maybe." Your voice is sugared honey before you down your two shots. The two of you going toe to toe.

After the eighth shot Bakugou starts to put somethings together.

"You look like someone I know..."

"Lame fucking pick up line." You roll your eyes hoping he's trying to shoot his shot but he looks you up and down, eyes settling on your throat. It registrars just exactly who you are and he swings on you, causing the bar tender to cuss, threatening to kick the two of you out.

But you dodge, like he did the first night, and he slugs some poor asshole next to you.

And just like that first night the guy ain't happy to be eating a knuckle sandwich. A tooth goes flying from his mouth, he bares what's left of his teeth at Bakugou throwing his beer bottle at the hot head who, although drunk as fuck, dodges.

Another innocent bloke is struck and the scene of a bar fight ensues.

Running on instinct you think to flee this time considering you almost got caught by this douche hours before. He follows suit, reaching the side door as quickly as you do before slamming you agaisnt the alley wall by the throat.

"How fucking long?!" He shouts, the question echos in the freezing air, "How long have you known?!"

"Tonight you fucking dick." You snarl, spitting onto his face. His eyes become dark and had he been Todoroki that spit would have boiled.

He wipes it off with a popping hand and you swallow thickly, having had more of your fair share of being on the receiving end of that quirk.

"Just tonight?" He snarls, nose to nose with you and you butt your head against his, a little too drunk to slip from his grip.

Not that you minded the impromptu breath play. Because that's how he was holding your throat now, with a V of his hand pushing on your pulse points instead of earlier when he was purposefully trying to crush your windpipe.

"Yes, just tonight, your neck gave it away. Maybe you should wear scarves after a fight. Your disguise kinda sucks."

"And yours is better?"

"Ya! It is! I look the part of a villain. You just look like a rich douche who runs his mouth and likes to hang out at seedy bars!"

"So robbing banks gets you off huh? Fucking slut." He squeezes a bit, pushing his body agaisnt yours, parting your thighs with his knees. You smile a nasty smile, mind racing but body wholly enjoying the promise of what's pressing into you.

"Guess you get hard by choking people out in the name of justice huh?" He must not like what you said, forcing you into a rasped breath as your vision starts to fade. You laugh as best you can, "I knew I was right, filthy hero."

The two of you lock eyes, yours fluttering while his are set hard before he kisses you with an urgency unmatched, imagining you in that tight black suit and that little black mask that just brings more attention to your eyes.

He was stupid to never notice, but then again the two of you always sat side by side, throwing back shot after shot.

And you would be lying if you hadn't imagined him in his hero suit as he devours you whole. Not afraid to kiss you with ALL of his want and desire, teeth gnashing agaisnt yours, tongue swiping over your wet muscle and even nipping at your bottom lip. Both of you moan and groan into each other's mouths, his sounds make your knees weak.

Fuck you really hated heroes.

[sugawara-sweetheart]

congrats on 100💗💗. fmk akaashi, suna, and mattsun? i dont have any ideas💀.

thank you so much for your support and celebrating 100 followers with me!💕hehe don’t worry, i shall ✨c r e a t e✨ for you that’s my job ;)

thank you to @super-noya for suggesting a threesome which prompted this idea!

fuck marry kill | akaashi, suna & matsukawa

warnings: nsfw, phone exhibitionism?? idk makki almost hears tho, light degradation, gagging? like one spank idk i’m really bad at warnings this who knows what’s going on it’s just sin

fuck: matsukawa issei

it was risky. dirty. lewd. but that just made it all better.

you were almost sobbing, saliva dripping from your mouth and around mattsun’s fingers over the sound of makki’s voice rumbling out from the speaker. you loved it- the sense of danger whilst riding mattsun’s thick cock, grinding your hips against his, loving the delicious stretch and the way you could feel every ridge and vein against your clenching, dripping walls. your hands were pressed against his shoulders as he grinned at you lazily with half-lidded, lustful eyes.

“yes, i said that to iwa too.” he drawls, eyes flicking down from your tear-stained face to your boobs, watching them as they bounced with your every move. you don’t hear makki’s reply because you’re too busy gagging on mattsun’s fingers, choked whines escaping you when his hot, wet mouth sinks down onto your hardened nipple, teeth grazing along the bud to send sweet pleasure jolting through your body. you must’ve been too loud because mattsun suddenly tosses his phone aside, makki’s voice suddenly muffled by the bedsheets.

“you need to be quiet, bunny, unless you want makki to know what a loud whore you are.” he hisses. his fingers slide from your mouth, strings of saliva connected to his fingertips before he’s suddenly smearing it over your wet chin and cheeks, smiling at the way he’s wrecking you. at the sound of your whines though, his eyes flash dark and a hand comes down on your ass, a loud slap resonating in the room over the ongoing phone call. burning pain shoots through you as you moan, not even sure whether mattsun bothered to mute the call. “fine. you wanna be a slut and let everyone hear you i’ll fucking gag you.” before you can protest or apologise, mattsun’s grabbing your panties from across the bed and he’s shoving it into your mouth, pressing the lace down onto your tongue, smiling at the way your moans are muffled. you can taste yourself on it, the wet patch pressed against your salivating tongue. it’s so depraved, so humiliating but you can’t help the way you clench around mattsun’s big cock, his hips rising to meet yours as he reaches for his phone. “one more noise out of you and you’re not cumming at all.”

marry: akaashi keiji

“this reminded me of you.”

you stare down at your palm, at the little gold necklace with a sun pendant gleaming in the sunlight. it’s so pretty and elegant, perfectly dainty to hide underneath your clothes and keep close to your chest. you can’t help but grin up at akaashi. his face is perfectly stoic, so handsome in the bright summer sunlight.

“a sun- why? how am i like the sun?” akaashi seems nonchalant as he turns to gaze around the garden where the flowers and the grass are rich in colour, where bees are humming and birds chirping and the trees sway, caressing the blue cloudless sky.

“the sun is the centre of our world- without it everything would cease to exist. and it lights up everything.” akaashi’s lips twitch in a semblance of a smile and he offers to clasp it around your neck. as the gold sun pendant rests against your skin, you understand why he always gazes at you so softly.

kill: suna rintarō

you were never a top priority- only a last resort.

you feel the sinking shame and humiliation as you lie in bed, your thighs sticky and an aching pain between your legs. you feel tainted and dirty with every bruise suna has decorated onto your skin with his teeth and lips, defiled you with his every touch but you let him every time. every time something happens and he calls you- even though he never seems to pick up your calls or reply to your texts- you’re always ready to open your front door, to open your legs, to open your heart for him.

you clench your eyes shut at the sound of suna’s phone ringing and he shifts from his position beside you on your bed. he answers the phone, his words low mumbles as you hear his girlfriend’s light airy voice leak through the speakers.

“it’s okay- i understand why you got angry. i’ll come home now- let’s talk it out.” the calls ends with a click and you can feel that burning pain as he begins to collect up his clothes and change swiftly.

“thanks for this, y/n.” he says when he’s ready to leave.

“are you not going to stay?” the words escape you before you can even stop yourself. suna stares at you when you slowly peel your eyes open, thankful that you’re far too used to this, far too hurt but far too numb to cry. he looks confused, disturbed even?

“why would i stay?” you don’t answer. of course- why would he stay when you were just his last resort?

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[cummingforkylo]

very in the mood for a situation where tros doesn’t end the way it does and my Supreme Leader Kylo Ren comes back from destroying the Resistance and we have the hardest, angriest, most mind blowing fuck ever. ahh so thirsty for that MAN

I should write that….yeah I’m going to write that…

You had been missing him and worrying about him since he left the Supremacy and it had been days. You were pacing your room and getting so worked up that when the doors opened you jumped,

“Where have you been!? You’ve-” You couldn’t finish the sentence though, Kylo had strode towards you across the room and grabbed you by the back of the head, pulling you into him. His lips crushed against yours and his mouth opened, you felt his tongue press into your mouth. His lips were working over yours in a bruising pace and you tried to match his enthusiasm as you could taste blood mixed with his spit. His teeth caught your bottom lip between his, sucking your lip into his mouth. When he released you, he pulled away and you finally got a good look at him. Kylo was beat up, his hair was a mess, he was dirty, blood smeared across his cheek, his lip was split but there was a glint in his eye,

“Its over,” he breathed, “The resistance is destroyed. Nothing stands in my way now.” He took a deep breath and you realized it was the first time he had gotten to say it, it was the first time he truly believed it. Your heart thudded faster in your chest, the thought of him destroying the resistance, truly becoming who he was meant to be sent a jolt of excitement through your body. His eyes were dark with lingering rage, and now lust. Before you could speak, before you could do anything more his hand tightened in your hair and he pulled your head back. He leaned in close, needing to bend over you. His dark brown, nearly black eyes worked over your face, taking in the details. You knew he was sensing your thoughts, but you weren’t hiding them from him so what did it matter?

“You like that, dont you? The idea of me destroying them? It’s got your filthy cunt wet, hasn’t it? You’re turned on because of this…” He said it as if it was shocking. It was far from it.

“You are too.” You said back, your voice quiet and warm like honey, contrasting his cold as iron accusations. His lip curled and he let out his breath as a short, “unf” sort of noise. His body was pressed against yours and you could feel his erection in his trousers, it pushed into your crotch and you pressed your hips up towards it. He stepped back, his hand still in your hair and he dragged you towards his desk,

“Bend over,” he instructed when you reached it. When you didn’t move he shoved you down hard against it, the side of your face pressed against the cool, shiny black surface. His hands shoved your skirt up and his knee pushed between your legs, pushing them open. He kept one hand on your back, keeping you pressed down while his other hand worked your underwear down. “Filthy girl,” he said, you could feel his gloved fingers trailing along the outer lips of your pussy, stroking in a gentle way that made you shiver. You could feel his eyes traveling down your ass and looking at your pussy as his fingers explored your pussy. The course leather was rough against your folds and you pressed your hips backwards towards his hand. You twitched as one finger pressed into your lips, making them part just a little to accept his finger. The gloved finger flicked over your clit, sending a shockwave from your pussy up  through the rest of you body. Then you heard the sound of something that sent another shock through you, this time of fear.

He had unclipped his lightsaber, you shivered and you felt him move it, closer and closer to you. He had never done anything like this before and suddenly you were terrified. Before you had time to linger over the thought you felt the cold hilt of it against your pussy.

“I could fuck you with the weapon that destroyed so many of them.” He said, his voice dark but restrained. “Is that what you want?” he asked. You whimpered and found yourself pressing yourself back towards it. His other hand left your back and reached down, helping part your pussy lips, spreading it open as he pressed the lightsaber forward. You could feel it, insisting on entrance to your body, slowly pushing into you. It was freezing cold and too big, huge. It opened you and felt like it would break you. Each ridge and rivet sent  shock through your body. Your pussy was soaked and aching as he pressed another few centimeters into you, your walls contracting, spasming as you longed for more and wanted it out at the same time.

“Oh Kylo! Please! I want you” You managed to moan.

“What makes you think you should get me when you’re cunt is soaked for my weapon? Why should I give you my cock?” He growled.

“Please…I want you to feel good. I want your cum.” You whined. You heard him grunt and suddenly the saber was tugged out of you hard, leaving you clenching around nothing. Kylo’s hand returned to your hair and he tugged it back so you stood up and then his hands were at your hips, his fingers digging into your skin. He flipped you around and sat you up onto the desk,

“Open your legs, slut.” He said. His eyes moving over your face.

“Yes, Supreme Leader.” You said, knowing that always made him need you even more. His hand shot out and grabbed your face in his hand,

“Emperor.” He corrected. You stared into his eyes, shocked, excited and needy.

“Yes, Emperor.” You said, you pulled your legs open, leaning back on the desk. He worked his pants open until his cock was free. With one thrust he was all the way inside you and your eyes rolled back into your head, your mouth hanging open, unable to make a sound. His hips found a relentless, beating pace. You tilted your head down to watch as his cock entered you, coming away soaked in your wetness and then shoved back it. You could feel his width splitting you open, breaking you down. Your breathing was so hard you were practically panting. He grunted with each thrust into you, his mouth open sometimes, his teeth gritted together others.

“Take your Emperor’s cock like the good little slut you are.” He snarled, his hand reached out and he grabbed your throat, his fingers pressing into your wind pipe, choking you, making it impossible to speak. His cock slammed into you, it ached in every way, good, bad, it made you need more but you couldn’t beg for it. When he released your throat it was only long enough for you to gasp out,

“I’m your good little slut! Please keep-” He closed off your wind pipe again and you garbled a desperate moan. You felt tingles spread across your pussy, like phantom fingers stroking against your clit, teasing it. With a spasm of excitement you realized he was using the force to stroke painfully slow circles around your clit. You gasped for air and Kylo watched as your face turned red, his hips not stopping their movements. He was becoming unwound though, you could see it in the wildness of his eyes and the sudden jerky quality of his thrusts. He released your throat and gave you a sharp slap across the face,

“Good, are you going to cum around my cock?” he asked as he continued to use the Force against your clit, stroking over it now, flicking fingers that weren’t really there across it. You nodded,

“Oh stars! Yes! Kylo! Please.” You begged, he growled deep within his chest and his cock slammed into you, deep inside. You were teetering on the edge but the feeling of hot jets of his cum spurting inside of you and a simple flick of The Force over your clit shoved you right over. Pleasure sent shocks all over your body, you tensed up, sitting all the way up, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Ohhh Kylo! Oh, yes…yes…” You moaned. He gasped and clutched at your sides, holding himself into you. You tried to catch your breath as you came back to reality. He pulled away from you but then reached out and cupped your cheek,

“Good girl,” He breathed.

“Anything for you, Emperor Ren.” You said sweetly.

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[mermaidxatxheart]

I was wondering if you could write something where the reader is talking to Natasha or someone about how she feels like Bucky uses her for her body? He only really has rough sex with her, never asks about her wellbeing afterwards, or during. He has only taken her on 4 dates, and practically ignores her outside of the bedroom. She just feels really used and Natasha is pissed (she votes for a break up no matter what)and Bucky overhears her and just he ends up working his ass off becuz of guilt

Choices

This was pretty easy to write, once I started it just spilled out. Thanks for the request, babe. I hope you like it. 

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Word Count: 1667

Warnings: Angst, mentions of rough sex, swearing

No one ever told you the downfall of living with spies and super soldiers.

 Like the fact that Natasha Romanoff is amazing at reading micro-expressions. She always manages to ruin a perfectly good cup of tea. 

 She sidles up to you as you sip at your tea. You determinedly ignore her stares, refusing to be the one to break.

 “What’s that face for?” She finally asks. 

 “It’s just my face, Tash.” You reply evenly. 

 “No, you have a sad mark, right there.” She pokes your forehead.

You swat her hand away with a roll of your eyes. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

 “I’m expertly trained and you have a terrible poker face.” She grins. “I thought you just came from a ‘session’ with Bucky.” She hints, nudging your arm. “Shouldn’t you be all glowy and relaxed?” 

 “I’m fine.” You insist.

 “Oh my god, how can you stand that? Your pants are on fire.” 

 “Jesus, I hate you.”

 She pokes your arm, and her eyes widen. “I’m sorry, is that a bruise?” She lifts your sleeve and you yank your arm away.

 “It’s not what you think.” You sigh. 

 “Oh, so Bucky didn’t hurt you?” She snaps.

 Bucky

 His stomach rumbles again, He’s put off eating for a while. He knows Y/N would be in there, and it’s just easier to avoid you when you’re not in the bedroom. It’s hard to see you afterward, knowing what he’s done and how much he must have hurt you. He tries to resist as much as he can, he tries to hold out because he knows that every time he can’t, he’ll lose control and hurt you. 

 He almost reaches the kitchen and freezes when he hears Natasha’s voice. “Oh, so Bucky didn’t hurt you?” She snaps.

 “I’m not sure you would understand.” You reply. 

 “Try me. I thought Bucky liked you.” Natasha’s voice is defensive. 

 “He did. I mean, he does. I don’t know. I think he does. Sometimes.” You sigh and he can just picture you rubbing your face. 

 Sometimes?

 “You guys go out, don’t you? On dates?” Natasha asks and Bucky can’t stop the cringe.

 “We’ve gone on a couple. But, he has a hard time in the crowds.” You defend him, more than what he deserves. 

 “And?”

 You sigh loudly. “And, he seems more interested in having sex than going out.” You say exasperatedly. 

 “Rough sex?” Natasha guesses.

 “Yeah. I mean, it’s great.”

 “Y/N, stop making excuses,” Natasha demands, slamming her hand on the table. 

 “What are you asking me?” You shoot back.

 “How does he treat you?” She asks pointedly. 

 “Like I’m there just to have sex with him. Kind of ignores me when we’re outside the bedroom. Doesn’t particularly,” you cut off with a small noise like you’re unsure what to say. “I don’t wanna say he doesn’t care, but I don’t think it occurs to him to be soft sometimes.”

 “Soft? Like, gentle?” Natasha asks. He knows that tone. She’s rising towards anger pretty quick. 

 “Sort of? I don’t mind the roughness. I trust him not to take it too far, but he could still ask if I’m okay afterward.” You say quietly. 

 Bucky’s shoulders slump as he realizes what an asshole he is. He needs to figure out a way to make it up to you. To figure out a way to tell you all the complicated things you make him feel that he hasn’t had to deal with for 70 years.

 “That’s not okay, Y/N. That’s not just rough sex or BDSM, or whatever it’s being called. That’s certified abuse and you need to end it.” Natasha says firmly. 

 “No, Tash, it’s not-he doesn’t-”

 “End it. Look, I like Barnes as much as the next person, but not if he’s going to treat you like that. I’ll kick his ass.”

 “Please don’t.” You groan. 

 “I’m just saying. If I see you with another bruise, I’ll lose my shit.”

 Bucky steps back from the doorway, appetite lost. He needs to think, needs to clear his head. Maybe Natasha is right, as she usually is, and he should end things with you. But he doesn’t want to leave you with a bad memory of him. 

 He heads for the training center, in desperate need of a workout. He plugs in his headphones and makes quick work of taping his wrists. He heads for the punching bag and begins. 

 He never should have allowed you to get so close in the first place, but maybe he never had a choice in the matter. You tend to work your way in without anyone noticing, a small laugh here, shared joke there. Late-night snacks, early morning coffees, secret smiles across the gym floor. And then suddenly he sees you differently, knows he’s looking at a work of art, something so soft and sweet, something that holds the power to destroy him. 

 The first time you fell into bed together, you begged him for faster, harder. Your breaths were small puffs of air against his ear, your lips a sin on his neck. He destroyed you, hands too tight, hips driving too harshly. He was starving for you, and the more he devoured, the hungrier he got. 

 He was so ashamed of hurting you, too embarrassed at having lost control like that, he couldn’t even make himself ask if you were okay. That would be admitting that what he had done was wrong. But how could you feeling so good around him be wrong? And then he couldn’t bear to see the horror in your face as you realized how rough he’d been, the bruises around your wrists, at your hips. He left before you were awake, ashamed, disgusted with himself. 

 He swore he wouldn’t do it again. He would apologize or just pretend it never happened. But then you were smiling at him across the kitchen, coffee made just for him and maybe-just maybe-you didn’t hate him at all. 

 He never wanted to hurt you; never thought he would have the chance to be so intimate with anyone. You always beg him for more, harder, faster, deeper. You drive him to madness and how in the world is he supposed to resist perfection?

 But then the morning comes. Oh god, the morning light, showing off your fresh bruises, the swollen wrists, the raised marks on your bare back, the indents of metal plates etched on your skin and he’s a fucking monster. And so, he avoids you. Guilt rolls around in his stomach, tightening his insides to mummy status.

 Christ, he’s a god damn menace. 

 The bag breaks off the chain and sails across the room, sliding with a quiet thud into the wall. His hair is sticking to his face and neck with sweat. It drips in his eyes, trickles down his back, plastering his shirt to his skin.

 “Shit.” He mutters, staring at it before straightening up. 

 “I thought helping you work out aggression was my job.” You say from behind him and he jerks back away from you. You frown, taking a step towards him. He matches the distance and you pause. “Bucky?” You tilt your head.

 “I was hoping for some privacy.” He mutters, dropping his gaze. 

 “Oh. Right. I’ll leave you to it, then.” You acknowledge, taking a safe step back. “Steve keeps spare bags in that closet.” You say gesturing begins him.

 “Y/N?” He starts, looking up at you.

 “Yeah?”

 “Would you, um, would you maybe like to have dinner? With me, I mean. Dinner with me?” He asks, sounding like a buffoon. He can feel his face reddening. Christ almighty you make him nervous. 

 “I would love to.” You smile, your face lighting up in such a beautiful way. “Is tonight okay?” 

 “Yeah. I think we need to talk.” He says and your face instantly falls. 

 “Talk?”

 “Yeah.” He bobs his head like a fucking chicken. Because he’s a coward. A chickeny coward. Ugh.

 “Bucky? Should I be worried?” You bite at your bottom lip and he wants to stop you, to reassure you that everything’s fine. But he can’t. He has to do the right thing. 

 “I,” he pauses, unsure how to tell you that he was eavesdropping. “Natasha said-” he stumbles and you roll your eyes. 

 “Yeah, Natasha doesn’t always know what she’s talking about.” You say.

 “In this case, she might be right.” He hedges.

 “I bet she’s not. Let me guess, she told you that we should stop seeing each other?” You guess and he realizes his mistake. You don’t know he overheard your conversation; you think Natasha confronted him. 

 He nods, lying like a fucking carpet. 

 “Well, she’s wrong. She doesn’t understand.”

 “She understands that I hurt you.” He says quietly. 

 “Because I ask for it.” You step closer. “If I didn’t like anything you do to me, you wouldn’t be allowed to keep doing it, Bucky.”

 “I can’t keep control when I’m... when we’re...” 

 “Fucking? Maybe if you didn’t fight it so hard, you’d have an easier time.” You say evenly, and he realizes that you’ve moved in front of him without him even realizing it. “So, we’ll go to dinner and talk about everything we want from each other. And I’ll try not to encourage you so much. Although the sex is pretty fantastic, I don’t want you feeling bad. I think the solution is more sex so that you get used to it and it doesn’t all spill out at once.” You clutch his shirt and pull him down to meet you for a searing kiss that steals his breath. “I’ll see you for dinner.”

 And then you’re gone.

 Maybe he was wrong about losing control. Maybe he never had it in the first place. Maybe you’ve been getting almost everything you want all along. But he can definitely do better at the soft parts, like not ignoring you, like making sure you’re okay. Maybe admitting it doesn’t make him a monster, but hiding from it does. 

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[tokyoghoose]

nous aimons tous les deux jours

pairing: dabi x reader

playlist: things we never say - bad bad habits*, sincerity is scary - the 1975, love love love - of monsters and men, if i go, im going - gregory alan isakov, i dont know me like you do - low hum, if i get high - nothing but thieves ( alice kristiansen cover ), i dare you - the regrettes, problems - deathbyromy, fool of you - meltt, hell and you - amigo the devil, creature - it looks sad, tongues and teeth - the crane wives, hooked ( addicted you might say ) - eleisha eagle, nothings gonna hurt you baby - cigarettes after sex, a dream of you - far caspian, so alright, cool, whatever - the happy fits, a lovely night - ryan gosling

warnings: mentions of violence, brief mentions of drugs for expression, and suggestive themes

summary: we love every other day

announcements!

this is my first try at a enemies/lover thingy! Originally it was going to be an enemy to lovers but i liked the idea that they're just on opposing sides a little more haha. Lemme know if you'd like to see the other one though!

i know there are a lot of hero x villain fics like this out there 😌 this is my take on it, so please bare with me!

feedback is welcome and appreciated! requests are open!

"We really have to stop meeting like this."

An addiction. That's what it is. Either that or it's some kind of reverse psychology like you want what you can't have—because nothing else makes sense. If you knew him as a regular person, honestly you probably wouldn't have given him a second thought. If he was a hero you worked beside—or god forbid a villain—then you probably wouldn't have cared for a hookup or two, but then you'd get over it. It's not infatuation. It's an addiction. It's toxic and unhealthy and it just feels good even if it shouldn't. But the high; the high is unbeatable.

It continues on forever and more. From the moment his gaze pierces yours it's like snorting a rail of coke or taking a tab and the trip never ends. It's not even the fact you could get caught. You two are so damn obvious; anyone who stumbles into an alleyway at three in the morning would see the two of you doing more than what a fight warrants. It's just him. It's simply Dabi.

Romeo and Juliette's syndrome is probably a better term for it. But hell, it's not like he'd die for you. Right? It's not like you've known each other way longer than some days and nights and you certainly aren't teenagers and he's definitely not somebody who moves onto a girl and decides he's in love at first sight just because his 'rosaline' left him face down ass up. So maybe Romeo and Juliette is just lack of a better term.

But it's so unfair. How the hell are you supposed to escape him when it's like he's around every corner. With every breath you take, it's like he's an inch closer to crushing your chest with his. And maybe you want him to? This isn't very hero-like.

"You're the one always tracking me down, doll."

The pet name sends shivers down your spine and it makes you want him all the more.

Who am I? What has gotten into me?

You blame the pink tint to your cheeks on the brisk wind of the night, but the heat to them is a large contrast. You cross your arms over your chest and scoff, trying to look taller, stronger, and broader. Not in a threatening way, but more a warning.

This time you'll really take him out.

"In case you forgot, it's my job."

You tell yourself that every time.

And every time he gets away.

"I'm not doing anything but taking a walk."

He steps closer, the already short distance between you two getting shorter. The streetlamp that cuts the scene in half flickers, a moth flying away from the light and towards the moon. You count three squares in distance and you resist the urge to step back.

"You're a wanted criminal, Dabi."

He doesn't deny it but scoffs anyway, shoving his hands into his pockets leisurely. It's like he's never bothered. You're just a nat he's waiting to squash. You have to remind yourself of that: You're just prey.

"I think you just miss me." His tone is serious, but he's only teasing—no matter how true it is. You're starting to think that he can read minds—it's actually quite concerning.

You force a laugh past your lips, trying to show you aren't bothered by what he says. It's just a game of cat and mouse, and it's time the roles switch.

"Please. I could throw you in jail right now."

"But you wouldn't do that. Isn't that right, bunny?"

Your guard faulters and it gives him the opening he needs to corner you completely—and quite literally. It's a blink of an eye and he has you against the brick wall. It'd look rather suspicious to anyone passing, or maybe it looks endearing. But it doesn't matter, to begin with when it's a barren street. Even the crickets seem to have fled.

It's like wherever Dabi walks, everything else scatters. If it were the sea, you're sure it'd part red.

Dabi smirks, trapping you between his body and the cool, damp bricks. The mist from earlier rain seeps slowly into your hero suit, sending a violent chill down your spine. His other hand touches your hip, fingers grazing the fabric so faintly that it'd feel non-existent if it weren't for the heat radiating off them. You hitch your breath when his nose nudges your neck, his hot breath causes shivers and his eyes bore into your own with something mischievous.

"I-"

His lips ghost the skin of your neck and you subconsciously pull it taut, tilting your head to the side. You're beginning to hate how your body arches into his and how it reacts to the simplest of touches.

Like a brick to a window, your dissolve shattered easily.

Dabi quirks a brow, challenging you to continue as you sputter about. It's embarrassing. You can hear him say it now, just like so many times before: "Oh? A big hero like you getting flustered by a big bad villain like me? How cute."

Your walkie talkie comes alive with static and a voice cuts in asking for help to take down a gang of criminals a few cities over.

My saving grace.

"I-I have to go." You push him away by the shoulders with sudden confidence, but he doesn't seem to put up much resistance.

God, you want to wipe the smug smirk off his face.

He backs off and turns with an unbothered wave, proving his point that you wouldn't- couldn't touch him, much less win against him in any sort of battle. The untouchable.

"Until next time, right?"

———

It's like a new tide from the moon—how fast your feelings towards him change. He's awful. A criminal, a villain, a murderer. He's the literal icon of everything your against.. or of what you're supposed to be against.

But you understand him. You get his whys and you feel his emotion like you're apart of them. You empathize with him and it makes you so fucking angry at yourself because you know—as a hero—you should never side with a villain like him, no matter how much sense he starts to make.

Blame it on his tone and the smoothness of his words. He's just a swindler.

The next time isn't even a full week later. He technically protects you from some randoms in an alleyway and you catch him in the act of it all, turning to catch whoever was following you, only to be met with cold blue eyes and a pile of ashes in front of you.

Of course, it ultimately ends in the same place it always does; his bed.

His scent and touch linger a little too long after these meetings and you decide once again that this is the last time.

It's a real shame you have to blame it on his body heat and not the undeniable attraction you feel towards him. But you suppose that could count towards it.

His hands are anywhere—everywhere—and they leave a fire in their wake. It's too much and still not enough. All you want is to be closer. Fingers in his hair, pulling him into you until you can't, and then pulling him in more. It's like air, the way you breathe him in. When you finally give into dabi it no longer becomes a crime, but a necessity.

It's overbearing and messy and awful, but you can't help but slip into his embrace and into his warmth.

It's freezing and he's the sun.

Tangled in between cotton sheets, you feel him rub circles into your shoulder and you hear his heartbeat. It's reassuring to know someone like him even has one. Then again, he probably wouldn't have protected you if he didn't have one. How many times has he saved you from harm's way? Honestly, one time is too many.

It almost makes this fling of yours respectable. It almost makes you want to admit you're falling for that smug face and bad attitude.

"We talked about what we'd do if we ran into your league again, you know?"

Why on earth would you bring that up of all things, y/n?

He doesn't need to know anything about your career, much less your plans to take his team down.

"Hmm.. is that so?" Dabi's fingers move up to draw languid circles into your collarbone before shifting slightly to loom over you. His other hand comes to rest on your hip, sending a searing, but welcomed heat to the flesh. You hiss quietly at the sensation, already knowing there's a bruise forming from the activities not too long ago. His lips replace his hand on your neck and he removes his arm from under your head to hold himself up.

Your hand finds his messy hair, fingers delving into the raven locks and tugging gently as he makes his way to the column of your throat and to your ear. He nips at it, nose brushing against your jaw; his hot breath creating goosebumps that rise to your flesh.

"I like knowing you think of me when I'm not around, Angel."

The tone and raspiness of his voice makes you groan, feeling him kiss beneath your jaw. You just know he's smirking at the reactions he elicits from you because you can feel it. He enjoys watching your internal struggle. You can't act like you didn't choose to form whatever this is with him.

You tug his hair to look at him, bringing his face up and he almost looks annoyed that you disrupted his path heading down towards your chest. Your lips ghost over each other's and you lean in for a kiss, only for him to pull away and leave you chasing.

"I also like when you call my name."

Your hand falls from his hair to cup his jaw, practically pulling him forward into a kiss. It's rough to cover up the intimacy and need behind it. His fingers dig into the plush of your hip, thumb pressed into your stomach before his hand goes upward with an ulterior motive.

Pulling away from him before he can initiate anything more, you run your thumb across his lips and the silver bands that adore the lower half of his face. Surprisingly enough, it didn't take long to adjust to the different textures

"And I like how you kiss me."

This almost feels too domestic—not that you mind, but you're positive he knows you're wrapped around his finger, in the palm of his hand. It's impossible to hide it now. Your actions speak louder than the three words on the tip of your tongue, poisoning your mind.

It makes you cringe when you think about it all. How easily he can get into your head and twist your arm. Some nights you catch yourself thinking that maybe you'll be able to convince him to open his eyes a little wider to see your point of view, especially when you've begun to see his. They're horrible—the villains you go against, but he makes them seem so different. You hate how he makes you double think everything.

He playfully nips at your thumb when you push it gently between his lips, teasingly. His hands trail up your arms, pulling them off of him and above your head. You're the one who makes the move to intertwine fingers as he pushes them down harshly on the pillow underneath you. Insatiable. That's what he is. Is it so wrong to keep wanting more?

The sun beginning to rise over the horizon and spilling in through the window doesn't seem to stir him as he makes his descent from your lips.

You already know that by the next morning you'll hate him and that surrounds him. You'll hate yourself for listening to your heart instead of your head simply because it just 'feels so right.' It's a constant cycle between the two of you, and you're sure he feels the same. He doesn't agree with anything you stand by like a hero, but there's something that keeps him close enough.

There's only so much you can expect, even when you deny it over and over.

But god, you have to stop meeting like this.

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Sbi oneshots:

lol hi ig here are some sbi oneshots

Things I will do:

Angst

Fluff

Mild gore

Potentially triggering subjects

Anything that isn’t on the won’t list

Things I won’t do:

Lemon

Lime

Smut

Shipping of any sort (they’re family fuck off)

Heavy gore

SuIcIde

R@pe/sexu@l assault

Also most of these are set in a Kindof half Minecraft half real world type of thing. Like it’s their Minecraft personas but mostly un lore related.

I do accept requests but I’ll finish most of my ideas first probably unless I see one I really like :D

K let’s get started

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Oneshot #1: accident

A/n:

No trigger warning for this one, but there is mild crying involved and mention of a bruise, so I just thought I should mention that but I don’t think it’s considered a tw.

I’m a sucker for techno and Tommy fluff :p

Techno- 17

Tommy-12

Wilbur- 17

Phil is old

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Techno and Tommy were really close, everyone in sbi knew that techno had a soft spot for Tommy and Tommy opened up easily to techno. Who knew that a monotone pig hybrid and a slightly annoying angst child would get along so well? Techno never admitted to having a soft spot for Tommy, but everyone could tell. It was the little things, like overprotective stances and putting extra marshmallows in Tommy’s chocolate milk. They probably bonded because of their equally traumatic pasts that no one liked to mention. But still, techno was Tommy’s big brother which meant he had to tease Tommy and annoy Tommy and vise versa. He was always careful not to overstep though.

One day, Wilbur and Phil headed off to the village for a few hours to trade with the villagers, so it was just techno and Tommy. Tommy was being extra annoying and stole the t.v remote while techno was flipping through channels.

“Hey give that back nerd” techno said trying to grab the remote out of Tommy’s grip.

“Make me pigman” Tommy giggles.

They began playfully wrestling for the remote. Techno easily pinned Tommy down onto the couch, being much stronger than him. Tommy wriggled out of techno’s grasp and held the remote higher in the air. Tommy giggled and playfully held it higher. Techno jabbed his fingers into Tommy ribs, which distracted Tommy enough to be pinned down again by his brother. Techno held him down roughly, and then for a second something flashed in Tommy’s eyes. Techno, surprised, let go quickly, and Tommy wriggled onto the other side of the couch.

“Hey nerd you good?” Techno said concerned he actually hurt his little brother.

“Yeah I’m Fine, Heres your remote,” he handed techno the remote, “bye” and rushed up to his room.

That was weird, thought techno. His brow furrowed. What if he messed something up? Did he do something wrong? He quickly walked over to Tommy’s room and stood by the door. He stopped dead when he heard tiny sniffles coming from inside the room.

“Hey Tommy, can I come in?” He asked through the door.

Tommy cleared his throat and wiped his face. “Y-yeah sure come on in!” He tried to make his voice sound normal, but winced at his stutter.

Techno walked in and saw Tommy sitting by his bed, tear lines on his face. He immediately rushed over and wrapped Tommy into a hug.

“Toms? What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

He felt Tommy shaking in his hug.

“I-I..” Tommy began

“Hey, hey it’s ok.” Techno tried to be comforting, he really wasn’t good at making people feel better.

“I’m sorry I’m being such a crybaby. It didn’t even hurt that bad, I-I was just so scared that you w-were gonna-” Tommy mumbled into techno’s chest.

“No! Toms it’s fine to cry, it’s my fault I wasn’t being careful. Please never be afraid to tell me I’ve crossed the line, ok?”

“Mmk” Tommy whispered. Techno slowly unraveled from the embrace and looked at Tommy.

“Hey toms can I see your side?” Tommy nodded. Techno lifted up his shirt (PLEASE DONT MAKE THIS WEIRDDDD) and looked at his ribs. There was a small bruise from where techno had jabbed.

“Oh my god Tommy, I’m so truly sorry I didn’t mean to. And I didn’t mean to scare you either..” Techno said, guilt washing over him.

“It’s ok techie I know you didn’t.” Tommy replied, smiling.

Time skippppppppp

Phil and Wilbur came home that evening to see techno and Tommy cuddling on the couch. Techno’s arms wrapped protectively around Tommy’s small frame.

“Awww” phil cooed. Wilbur snapped a photo on his phone. Phil raised an eyebrow and Wilbur mouthed blackmail, to which Phil nodded knowingly. He loved his sons and he was glad they got along so well.

~fin~

A/n: I actually kinda liked this :) it’s really cute lol k bai

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Oneshot #2: Claustrophobia

A/n: so Ik this has been done a few times but I really like this idea so here’s my take. Also this is more lore-based. like it isn’t actual lore but it happened on the dsmp so there’s that. Also Wilbur is Tommy’s only brother in this story, techno and tubbo aren’t related to them.

Tw ⚠️ : Claustrophobia, panic attack, Hyperventilating, crying, scratching, mention of blood

I think that’s it lmk if you find anymore

Techno- 21

Tommy-16

Wilbur-21

Tubbo-17

Phil isn’t in this one bc I’m lazy

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Tommy POV:

I had been working on decorating my room in Pogtopia. I was decorating it with red stone blocks and pistons because I think they look cool together. I felt safe and content knowing that my friends were right out there and would protect me. I was starting to feel a little claustrophobic, but I was fine since there was still a space open for me to see.

Suddenly the red stone block sets off the pistons witch pin me up against the wall, making me immobile. I start to panic but remain calm when I remember there are people here to help me.

“Hey Wilbur?” I call out, my voice trying to maintain its signature annoying tommyinnit tone even though I’m scared out of my mind.

Wilbur POV:

I hear my name being called from the other side of the cave. Oh my god it’s Tommy again what does he want? He’s been so annoying all day. He’s my brother and I care about him a lot but he can be a little much sometimes.

“WILBURRRR” I hear again. I try to ignore him but I hear footsteps behind me.

“Can you deal with him I’m trying to farm potatoes here.” A monotone voice says.

“Yeah, fine” I say annoyed. I walk over to Tommy’s room and all I can see is one side of a piston sticking out from behind the door.

“Wil? I’m stuck can you help me please?” He says. I let out a hearty laugh. What a Tommy thing to do.

Tommy POV:

I was expecting Wilbur to help me out, not to laugh. Surely he’d let me out soon, right?

“Hey techno, tubbo look at this, Tommy got himself stuck between pistons,” he says giggling. My heart sunk. I could feel myself getting more and more panicked, help help help.

I hear footsteps signifying that the other people had arrived.

“H-hey guys can you please help me, I have really bad claustrophobia” I say, trying to keep my voice strong. I’m met with laughter. I can barely see through my door, it’s my only source of light and I’m grateful.

“Tommy, you’re such an idiot.” A monotone voice said. My eyes start to sting let me out let me out let me out.

“What if we blocked off the door that would be funny” I hear tubbo say. No, tubbo knows about my claustrophobia, he wouldn’t, no.

“Good idea haha” I hear Wilbur say, still laughing. My stomach sinks to the ground as my only light source is cut off.

I feel myself slipping, beginning to panic but trying to muffle my sobs.

Technoblade POV:

I’m laughing along with the others at Tommy’s stupidity when I hear a sniffle come from inside the room.

“Is he crying?” I ask quietly. I’d never seen Tommy cry before. Wilburs eyes widen.

“Oh shit. I thought it was a bit.” Tubbo says his voice cracking. “He really is claustrophobic.” Wilbur hurries to open the blockade. It opens and we see Tommy curled up onto himself between the pistons, sobbing quietly and covered in blood. Wait- blood? No one moves a muscle out of shock. I break out of it and swiftly pick up the sobbing boy my arms and hold him close. I’m horrible and physical contact but he really needs help.

Tubbo and Wilbur follow me out of the room, both of their eyes already shining with unshed tears. I gently set Tommy down on the ground and he immediately curls up on himself in a protective position.

“L-let me out” he mutters. My heart breaks. Tommy and I weren’t close but he was just a kid and I did care about him. Tubbo starts to cry. Wilbur rubs tubbo’s back while I clean Tommy’s wounds. He has gashes on his arms and hands that looked like they were scratched in. I realize he must have scratched himself during his panic attack. A silent tear flows down wil’s face. I can see the guilt in his eyes. I clean his wounds and bandage them up. Then he sits up, having calmed down.

“Hey toms, you good?” I ask quietly. He slowly nods. Then he looks around the room and his eyes widen when he sees Wilbur and tubbo crying.

“G-guys it’s fine I-I’m ok!” He tells them.

“No, it’s not fine,” Wilbur says, “we should have listened to you and realized you needed our help. I’m a horrible big brother.” Tommy leans in a hugs Wilbur and tubbo.

“It’s ok, I forgive you guys, just- never again, ok?” We all nod quickly.

“I’m sorry too.” I add in. “For laughing at you when you needed us.” I finish, my cheeks red, I didn’t like apologizing, but I knew I need to. Tommy nods in forgiveness. He’s truly like a brother to me.

A/n: I don’t like this one as much and i kinda lost motivation towards the end but I think it turned out fine :p this one took really long lol

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Oneshot #3: Family movie night

A/n: Ik this has also been done before buts it’s adorable so I’m doing it

Techno- 18

Tommy-13

Wilbur-18

Tubbo-13

Ranboo-13

Phil is old

No trigger warnings, just fluff :D lots of platonic cuddling though so beware

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Techno, Wilbur and Tommy all got home from school at the same time. They all immediately dumped their bags down by the door. Techno and Tommy stomped up the stairs to their rooms and Wilbur slumped down onto the couch.

“Jeez what’s with you guys today” phil said confused at his children’s behavior. Usually they come in and greet him at least.

“I’ve had a really long day, techno too, I don’t know what’s wrong with Tommy though, he was like this on the bus, too.” Wilbur says from the couch. Phil nods his head and goes upstairs to check on his Children and make sure they’re ok.

He knocks quietly on Techno’s door. He hears a grunt of approval so he opens the door. The pinkette is sitting on his bed with a math book on his lap.

“Hey Phil” he says looking up.

“Hey Techno, what’s up?” He asks, taking a seat by the pig hybrid.

“Nothing much, Im a little stressed out about schoolwork though.” He says, eyes returning to the book. Phil nods in understanding. He was in high school once, he remembers how stressful it can be.

“Maybe we could have a movie night tonight, once everyone finishes. You guys have been working really hard, you deserve some time off.” Phil says.

“That sounds nice.”

Phil nods and leaves techno to study, going left to Tommy’s room. He knocks on Tommy’s door.

“Come in.” Tommy says, in a rather weak tone. I walk in, slightly concerned. I see Tommy sitting on the floor, his arms wrapped around his knees, staring angrily at the wall.

“Toms? What’s wrong?” I ask, kneeling down to look at him. His brow furrowes.

“Am I a bad friend?” He asks, still not making eye contact.

“No toms, of course not. What make you think that?” I ask.

“Then why does tubbo like ranboo so much more than me?” He says, “I thought I was supposed to be his best friend”, he finishes, his voice cracking.

“Toms look at me,” I say and he turns to face me. “If tubbo is making you feel left out then tubbo is the one not being a good friend. Just because he’s excited about his new mate, doesn’t mean it’s gonna be this way forever, ok?” Tommy thinks for a second then nods.

“We were think about having a movie night tonight just like we used to.” I say. Tommy’s eyes light up in excitement.

~time skip lmao~

“Will can you pass the ketchup?” Tommy asks. Ever since he was little he liked to dip his popcorn in ketchup. Will also liked this, but techno and Phil found it absolutely disgusting. They were all sitting together on the couch, Tommy resting in wills arms and Phil’s wings wrapped around everyone lovingly.

“So what movie are we watching?”

A/n: super lame ending Ik but I liked the rest ig. Stay safe stay hydrated Luv u

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Oneshot #4: My son

A/n: Here’s some actual Angst. This is very lore based. I know that there’s one of these in literally every oneshot book but here’s my take bc I want to.

Wilbur- 19

Phil is old

Tw⚠️: insanity, death, sword

Phil’s POV:

I look into the pleasing eyes of my son, begging me to end his misery. I think about not doing it, I really do, but I can’t look past the begging in his eyes.

My hands tighten around the grip of my sword. I watch as my son’s eyes change from begging to excitement for blissful relief. The fresh smell of gunpowder lingers in the air as I raise my sword in preparation.

A small part of me says that I won’t actually go through with it, but I will. I raise my sword higher and get it positioned to kill.

“Dad?” He says. Just that word, that heart wrenching word makes me hesitate. Is this really what he wants? To be mercy killed by his own father?

“I’m sorry.” He finishes. Every fragment in my body tells me not to kill him, but his eyes are so compelling. I have to. The message is sent, he’s ready.

My sword plunges through my son’s heart.

A/n: Woahhhhh ok so that was intense. But anyway I hope you enjoyed :))) I promise I will make up with it with some tommy/techno fluff in the next chapter. Stay safe and drink water <3

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