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anisespice · 1 year

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“ hate your boyfriend ” || tokyo rev. pt. 2

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synopsis: " you can pick me or your little boy. "

pairing: college!toman x gn!reader

warnings: mature language, sexual themes, MDI. toxic!toman, cheater!reader (pumpkin eater!!), enabling behavior, mild violence, vague descriptions of sex (cause i’m lazy), vulgar language, corny marvel joke, dirty-talk, moral compass is a roulette wheel in this one lol and i think that’s it :P

notes: did a little continuation of the first one before doing more characters lol i’m happy you guys liked the concept, lemme know who you’d like to see next :))) i don’t hate this one, but i don’t love it either (except maybe mikey’s) buuuut hope yall enjoy! <333

tagged: @fantasycantasy , @spacegirl05

A week had passed since the whole kick-back fiasco, and MIKEY had gone awol. Aki was over the moon about it, for obvious reasons; as far as he was concerned, he scared him off. Besides, the less you hung around the delinquent, the better for both of you.

“That guy’s just a nuisance, babe. Good riddance.”

Little did he know, this was a regular occurrence. Mikey always did this—Disappeared for days on end, only to pop right back up like he never left. Whether it be due to gang related issues, or because he felt like it, this frustrating habit was one of the reasons you invited him that night, despite knowing he’d pick a fight with Aki. You had missed him…in more ways than one. You knew it was only a matter of time before he came back to you.

And in the wee hours of the night, not far after said boyfriend left your place, you received a lone message from the former blonde himself.

from : bad influence ♡ 11:03pm “ omw. ”

Short, but effective. His timing was impeccable, how he always managed to text the second you were alone was beyond you, but it made your heart race all the same. It was wrong, you knew that, Aki deserved better than someone who snuck around. You didn’t mean for it to get this far, but that was a guilt you’d deal with later. Mikey was your drug of choice, and tonight you craved another fix.

to : bad influence ♡ 11:07pm “ okay. but just for a little while. ”

Even if you tried to play coy, to salvage whatever weak moral you had left, it didn’t matter—The only one you were fooling tonight was Aki.

from : bad influence ♡ 11:08pm “ mhm. sure, angel. ”

It was a wonder how you didn’t draw blood with how harshly you clawed at his shoulders, fighting between wanting him closer or wanting to push him away. Mikey didn’t mind, though. On the contrary, he encouraged you to leave marks. As tempted as he was to leave his own, he figured beating up your insides would suffice.

Knowing you’ll struggle to walk tomorrow was all the reward he needed.

“God—fuuck,” he slurred, after a particularly hard thrust made you arch off the bed, forcing him to sink deeper. He gazed down at you with an all too pleased grin as you begged him for more. How could he deny you when you sounded so desperate? “Taking me so well, angel…always so good f’me…”

“J-Jiro..! Ahplease!” You sobbed, your knees practically knocking upside your temples as he increased momentum. Mikey snickered, angling his hips to continue ramming the spot that made your eyes cross, moans reaching octaves you didn’t even know you could hit.

“Mm, been feening for this dick, huh? Yeah? Maybe we should call up that smug bastard, let ‘em see how such good friends we are, right [______]? Bet he was real proud thinkin’ he got me to fuck off…but we both know who you really belong to. Don’t we?”

He wasn’t sorry. That’s the short end of it.

The moment Takeru decided to act all big and bad, breaking stuff in a place where he paid no bills, it was in DRAKEN’s right to set him straight; mama may not have raised him, but he still ain’t no bitch.

It took some coaxing on your end, but you were able to reel Draken back from turning your boyfriend inside out. But, after he forced him to pick up every broken piece of the lamp, he told Takeru to choose a number between one and ten.

“…Why?” Was his response. Draken raised a brow.

“That’s how many shards I’m gonna shove up your nose.”

“Ken!”

The look on the shorter male’s face was worth it, earning a threatening smirk from the mechanic as he slapped a heavy hand on his shoulder. “Ahh, y’look like you were about to shit yourself, man! Nah, I’m not gonna hurt you.”

For a moment, there’s relief in your boyfriend’s eyes. It was short-lived, of course. Especially once Draken’s grip tightened around his shoulder. “But I will. Don’t ever let me catch you pop off on [_____] like that again. Would hate for you to have to pick yourself up off the floor next time. You feel me?”

With a gulp, he gave a shaky nod; now he really looked like he shat himself. “Y-Yes…”

“Hah? Yes, what?”

“Y-Yes, Draken, sir?”

He rewarded the poor sucker’s obedience with a couple taps to the cheek just to spite him before sending him on his way. It was met with little protest, Takeru scurrying out of the room with lamp pieces still in his palms, not even sparing you a passing glance.

“Text you later?” You called at his retreating form. When all you got was the sound of your front door slamming shut in response, you swiftly turned on your heel to aim a dejected frown at your other houseguest. Draken sardonically pouted back at you, reaching over to pinch your cheek until you swatted his hand away. “Why’d you do that, you totally freaked him out!”

He wasn’t sorry. Draken shrugged. “Good.”

Merely rolling your eyes, you headed for the small broom and dustpan in your closet to gather what little pieces Takeru left behind–Might as well busy yourself to delay addressing the elephant still in the room. Unfortunately, said elephant wasn’t about to let that happen. Before you could even think of sweeping anything, Draken gently grabbed your elbow, those same eyes that stared death into your boyfriend’s soul now filled with something else as they appraised you, melting through whatever cold exterior you tried to aim at him.

He leaned down closer, sporting a slanted grin that sent signals straight down to your core. Sometimes, you despised how easily he made your insides flutter by just existing.

“How much longer y’gonna entertain that fucking loser, huh? He wouldn’t know the first thing about handling someone like you.”

You hummed, fighting the giddy tremble in your body at the challenging air that surrounded you both. With the inkling of boldness you had, you took the bait. “What, like you would?”

He wasn’t sorry; you’d be though.

The way Draken split you in half would make Lucifer himself bite the pillow. Hovering over his gigantic frame, chest bare with your hands perched on each pec, he manhandled you to take every unforgiving inch of his dick, having you feeling downright discombobulated as your hips struggled to keep momentum.

Forget about seeing stars, at some point, you were certain you saw into the quantum realm; say hi to Ant-Man for me.

“K-Kenny...I can’t...t’s too much!”

He cooed up at you, though there wasn’t an ounce of sympathy in his tone. If anything, Draken enjoyed himself thoroughly, tongue-in-cheek as he watched you fall apart in his lap, just like he knew you would. With the way you tightened up around him like a vice, as if your own body was against the thought of him stopping, the former blonde chuckled breathlessly.

“Use the safe word then, doll.”

You glared down at him, to the best of your ability. With him practically jabbing you in the lung, it was more than difficult to say the rebuttal as smartly as you wanted to. “Y-you think…you’re so-oh! So f-funny…”

He did. Absolutely he did. By making your boyfriend’s name the safe word, nothing would soften his dick quicker. Plus, he knew you didn’t need it; just like you didn’t need Takeru.

“What? It’d be the only way you’d ever scream it anyways.”

“Welcome back.”

You paused mid-step upon entering your apartment, not expecting the ravenette to still be there. With a deep exhale, you paid him no mind as you kicked off your shoes, irritated after a tiresome process of checking your boyfriend into the hospital.

To say BAJI did a number on him would be an understatement…Man’s fucked him up. Sure, maybe Makoto could’ve watched his tone when talking to someone with such a short fuse, but Baji could’ve at least exercised a little restraint.

…Oh, who were you kidding? It’s Baji.

“What, ya not talkin’ to me?” Barely sparing him a glance, you set your bag on the coffee table before heading for the bedroom for a much-needed shower. Baji didn’t take kindly to being ignored. He huffed, standing to meet you halfway as he trailed behind you. Even when you attempted to close the door in his face, he shouldered his way in anyway; it was gonna take more than that to deter him.

“Quit being mad…said I was sorry, damn.”

“No you didn’t,” you replied, incredulously. You really tried it with the silent treatment, but knowing him, it was only a matter of seconds before he'd get you talking again. Taking off the sweats you threw on in haste earlier, you continued. “You said, and I quote, ‘Talk shit, get hit,’ then fell asleep on the couch while I had to haul Makoto to the emergency room!”

Baji shuffled his feet, “…Well, I meant to say it. Jus' forgot.”

You scoffed, walking into your bathroom. "What are you even still doing here? Don't you have someone else's day to shit on?”

“Y’kicking me out now?” He teased, raising a brow. What he didn't expect was for you to start throwing your toiletries at him. Although his reflexes saved him for the most part, Baji still got hit a few times as he attempted to dodge between a shampoo bottle and mouthwash. "Whoa! Hey-!"

“Maybe I should! Do you have any idea how hard it was to get him in and out of my car with all that dead weight, let alone into the building? Not to mention, his emergency contacts were his uppity-ass parents, so after they chewed me out, I had to lie and say he saved me from getting mugged.”

“...They buy it?”

You tilted your head, exasperated. "Wow. And here I thought the next thing out of your mouth would be that apology you 'forgot' to say earlier…[Sigh] Whatever. You just better hope when Makoto wakes up he doesn't remember anything, or else we're both in deep shit."

“Tsk. The fuck’s he gonna do?”

“He could literally sue us.” You deadpanned.

“He’s a pussy, he wouldn’t be stupid enough to try me again. And if he gives you any shit for it, you let me know. I’ll take care of it.”

“Oh, you mean like how you did today? Pass.”

He groaned, “I said sorry!”

“No you didn’t! And still haven’t!”

At the moment, it felt like the conversation would just continue in circles. With Baji stubbornly claiming he was in the right, and you combating his warped logic with colorful language and more stuff thrown at him, it's a wonder how things ended up here–With your face pressed against the cold shower wall as he gave you his fucking apology.

Over, and over, and over again.

While one hand wrapped around the column of your throat, fingers shoved knuckle-deep into your mouth to pacify the excessive whines tumbling out, the other made use of gripping the meat of your thigh, giving you no chance of running from the punishing thwap of his hips ramming against your wet ass-cheeks. The water cascading over your bodies had long turned cold as Baji chased after orgasm number five, his muscles ached from the strain, but he'd be damned to stop until he was certain all was forgiven.

Even if it meant missing every single one of Makoto's phone calls.

“God, I am so, so sorry, Takashi. Can’t believe he just…I-I’ve never seen him act like that before. Does it hurt?”

MITSUYA, despite the sting in his split lip, gave you an easy grin. “Nah, y’know I’ve been through worse. Fucker hits like one of my younger sisters.”

You had brought him back to your place to ice the bruise forming on his jaw, still frazzled over what occurred in the last half hour. Back at the restaurant, everything seemed fine when you excused yourself to the bathroom, having a blast knowing that your two favorite people were actually getting along. Unbeknownst to you, there was a storm brewing in Hajime. And the second you were out of sight, he used this opportunity to set a record straight with Mitsuya.

Evidently, he allowed his fists to do the talking.

You groaned, rubbing down your face in distress. “We’ll probably never get to set foot in that restaurant again...’m so embarrassed.”

“Hey,” he softly reprimanded, “Don’t sweat it, t’s not your fault-”

“I’m the one who begged you to let him come with us in the first place. I mean, I know you two butt heads from time to time, but I didn’t think it’d ever turn that serious. Please, Taka, just tell me what happened.”

Mitsuya shook his head, about to lower the ice pack until you shot him a pointed look. With a small exhale through his nose, he kept it on his jaw while he spoke. “I told you, he was probably pissed he couldn’t get a free meal outta me-”

“Don’t bullshit me, Haji wouldn’t explode like that over a fucking chicken sandwich.” You huffed, frustrated at his evasive behavior. He was holding back information on purpose, you were certain. Ever since the fitting, he'd been acting weird all evening. And that fight only solidified your suspicions. “Just tell me what started it!”

"Doesn’t matter."

"Taka-"

"Let it go, [______]." He laid back on your couch and made himself comfortable, even so much as turning on your tv to fill over the dead conversation. Mitsuya trained his eyes on the lit-up screen, still icing his jaw as he subtly avoided eye contact.

You could just scream.

Childishly, you snatched the remote from his hand and switched it back off. The lavender haired threw his head back in defeat, the hand holding the ice pack slowly coming down as Mitsuya eyed you from his peripheral; so stubborn.

“Be honest. It was about me again, wasn’t it?” His silence spoke volumes. “So it was then. Ugh, okay listen, I get that you’re both really protective of me, I do, but that doesn’t excuse-”

“I’m in love with you.”

You choked. Though, only on your words.

With that now hanging up in the air, you gaped like a damn goldfish, the remote slipping out your grasp and clambering to the floor with a clack. Mitsuya exhaled; no turning back now. “You…huh?”

“Yep. Have been for a while, actually.” He placed his arms behind the couch, wry smirk on his face. “Planned to tell you over dinner tonight, but that backfired fast, no thanks to that walking steroid you call a boyfriend.”

“Y-…You’re messing with me. Right?” The designer offered a humorless laugh, gesturing to his split lip and bruised jaw.

“Didn’t get hit for saying what a great pal you were, [______].”

Now it was your turn to be silent. A lump began to form in your throat, overwhelmed with the newfound information, borderline confession.

“So then…what did you say to Haji to make him so angry?”

For a split second, you saw a glint within his pools of amethyst as they slowly rendered to a deep violet. Staring at you from beneath his pretty lashes, Mitsuya resembled that of a starved animal on the verge of cornering its prey, causing a sudden warmth to envelop you as you squirmed under his heady gaze.

Sitting up a little, he merely beckoned you to his empty lap. You blinked widely at him, sputtering as you tried to protest the idea. But, what he said next played into your curiosity.

“C’mere, and I’ll show you.”

You blinked at him, uncertain; he made no move to rush you. If you were against the idea, you were more than welcome to decline and tell him to shove it. However, when you eventually crawled into the awaiting throne, settling all your weight on top of him to the point he couldn’t keep from groaning shamelessly, Mitsuya was fucking elated.

You gripped his shirt at the shoulders, sporting that signature pout you’d do whenever you wanted something from him—The designer was more than ready to give it to you. All you had to do was say so.

“Hajime’s gonna kill you if he finds out, though. Don’t want you getting hurt again because of me…”

Mitsuya chuckled, hands slowly rubbing up your thighs until they settled on your hips. “Don’t worry about it, sweet thing. He may have gotten two hits on me today, but all I need is one tomorrow.”

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gtsdreamer2 · 1 month

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"No. He's better than that. He never makes bad decisions. He always chooses the light. You should know that by now, squirt." Your angel quickly snatched up the beelzebug-sized demon and cupped her in a cage with their hands before shaking her around like a rock in a rattle.

When you were young, you'd always had the pair of them with you. When you were little, so were they. They would sit on your shoulder and try to guide you through your choices. As your parents taught you right from wrong, you always began to listen to the angel, Percy rather than the devil, Delphine. Over time, as you grew up, the Percy seemed to grow with you while the Delphine stayed small and wasted away. Where the angel became robust and strong, the devil seemed to wither. She lost her lustrous red sheen which was replaced by a rusty brown, which was fitting for her small stature that was akin to a cockroach. Her two horns protruding from her head resembled antennae, and her once majestic wings had shriveled to tiny little nubs on her back. Now at twenty-eight, you stood full grown at six foot one. Percy stood a little taller at about six foot four. Meanwhile, the diminutive devil was a meager couple inches tall. As you matured, you could no longer see them and chalked them up to being imaginary friends, and their suggestions filtered through yoir subconscious. As they bickered back and forth with one literally in the other's clutches, your friend tried again to convince you to go out drinking after your long workday to the casino.

"Come on man, you never go out with us. Just a couple drinks. To blow off steam." He was nudging you now and practicality begging. While your guardian angel was busy picking on the she-devil, you decided for yourself that a couple drinks couldn't hurt. Hell, you earned it.

"Ya, why not. Let's do it!" As you were psyching yourself up for a well-deserved night out, the two shoulder guardians behind you fell silent.

"Wait what? You don't need to-" the angel started before he felt an outward pressure against his closed hands. From them erupted the she-demon, puzzling the angel as she doubled in size. "What in the lord's name are you doing?" He gestured to you, but you had already dismissed them in your mind as you began to get ready for your evening out.

"Fuck ya!" The devil shouted from the palm of the angel's hand. She was still only a little bigger than a bug, but she was just happy to be bigger. "That's a win for the little guys! Hell, we haven't had a win since...what, he was like...eight? Lemme see." From thin air, she summoned an iPad that was perfectly tailored to her size. On it was the e-book version of 'The Book of You', which was a cataloging of your whole life and all of your choices up until this point. "Man, there's a lot of do-gooding in here." She lamented.

"Well," interjected the angel, "I would like to say that I've been doing a pretty good job of guiding him on his path ever since he's been able to think for himself."

"Put a lid on it, Halo-top, I have a feeling that the scales are about to tip in my favor. I didn't even have to try to guide him on this one, it was like I had that guy wingmaning for me. What's his name? Benny. Ok, I like Benny. Let's see where this night goes."

As the night wore on, your choices seemed to continue from bad to worse. The couple of drinks turned to five or six before you knew it. The guilt of drinking was weighing on you, but your friends, mainly Benny, were peer pressuring you into continuing. With each additional beer, your shoulder demon was increasing in size.

"That's right, down the hatch. Good boy." Delphine was now two and a half feet in height. This was by no means big, but she was beyond elated that she had stolen this size back from Percy, and at some point was forced to climb down from your shoulder. She stood by your angel, who was now hovering around the four foot mark, a stature that he had not had the misfortune of standing at for several years at least.

"It feels so good to be getting bigger! I can't believe you've hoarded this feeling all to yourself for so long! You need to learn to share. Gluttony is a sin, you know?" Color had started to return to Delphine at this point. Her wings had begun to grow back in, and her body was filling out and plumping up in all the right places as she was being fed by a continuous stream of Percy's life force. She was overjoyed to play with her new assets in front of the angel, who tried to look away in disgust. "Wait hang on, he just blew through the last of his cash with that bet. Let's see what he does."

As your pockets were emptied and your head was swimming with alcohol. You were finally thinking about calling it quits until Benny threw his arm around you. "Come on man, you can't end the night on a loss, go pull some more money out and let's keep going!" That idea was sounding pretty good to you. You had plenty in your savings for your dream home. It couldn't hurt to delay that dream a little bit when everyone was having such a good time.

"Now hold on-!" Your angel started before your demon clamped her clawed hand over his mouth.

"Let him cook!" She whispered in his ear. "Come on, do it." Delphine called out to you from across the floor. You shambled over to the ATM and withdrew another four hundred bucks. The demon cooed as she grew another foot. She was now even with the angel. "Atta boy! Looks like he's wiped out all the good you've instilled into him in a single night. How's that feel?" She unclaimed his mouth so he could speak, but he was speechless. "In fact, he might still be on the decline, look!" As you were making your way back to the table, you slipped two twenties into the waitress's cleavage and asked for two more drinks, kissing her on the cheek and slapping her on the ass to send her on her way. "Oh fuck. That was really bad. I didn't teach him that." Delphine was rubbing her thighs together. She was absolutely squirming with excitement as demonic energy swirled around her and then pushed itself into her. Her knees buckled as she fell to the floor, writhing in pleasure as she pulsed larger and larger, siphoning strength from Percy." Her lips and tits plumped as her hips widened and her wings stretched and strengthened. All the while, Percy could feel himself withering. His white clothes faded from pearly to grey as his halo dimmed then darkened, falling around his neck and tightening like a collar. His wings shrank and feathers began to shed from them. He could feel his muscles atrophy as he crumpled to the floor, a mere shadow of his former glory.

You continued to drink and gamble until your monitary withdrawal was lost to alcohol and bad bets. With each bet and each gulp Percy shrank smaller and smaller until he stood at a pitiful six inches in height. By this time, Delphine had assumed full control of the situation. She picked up her tiny nemesis and conjured a birdcage of bone to house him. Their positions had now completely reversed. The devil that has been a small and pathetic being for so many years was now a six foot four bombshell of a beast. Her skin, no longer a rusty brown was now glowing red hot like her lust. Her horns were long and sharp, as were her nails and her tail which swished playfully back and forth as she watched you blackout before Benny had you both loaded into an Uber for the drive home.

As Benny finally got you into bed, the she-devil corporealized in your room with the angel in tow, trapped in his cage. It was only now that Benny's shoulder guardians became visible to yours. A hulking slab of hell flesh and another underwhelming angel accompanied Benny as he left, his devil winking at yours as he made his exit to make it known that he had thrown her a bone to help with her glow-up. The angels made sad eyes at each other before looking away in shame, knowing that they had lost whatever fight was left in them.

The three of you were alone now. Delphine crept up on your sleeping form and caressed your cheek. "I really wish I could thank you for leaning so far into your dark side today. I wish that you could see me like when you were little. As if reacting to her voice, you opened your eyes and immediately locked onto hers. You could see her. And she knew it.

"Hi pretty red lady." You muttered sloppily, obviously completely sloshed still. Your hazy mind began to fill with thoughts about what you wished to do to her. And what you wished she would do to you. Being both the target and the beneficiary of those thoughts, her body began to react by growing another few inches. Percy watched in horror as he realized Delphine had stolen the size, not from him, but from their human. You closed your eyes again as Delphine's iPad poofed in front of her and began to ring.

"Sup HQ?" She spoke into the pad.

"We're getting some weird readings off of you and your human. You all good up there? It looks like you've gained enough strength to physically materialize in the mortal plane."

"Huh, that's weird. Must be some kind of glitch. Nope. We're all good up here. Got my guy making some bad decisions, but nothing out of the ordinary, bye!" She hung up before they could get a word in. Delphine turned her attention back to you, gently nudging you to wake you up again.

You reluctantly opened your eyes again. She was still standing over you. Looming. She was large. She was exuding sexual energy. Immediately you were turned on. Delphine responded with a warm smile.

"I've missed how you looked at me. Look at you. All grown up. And still a virgin thanks to that goody two-wings in the corner over there. No. Don't look at him. Look at me. I can FEEL how you're lusting after me." Through your intoxicated thoughts, Delphine could feel your adoration grow. With it, she grew larger still, cresting the eight foot mark. You felt yourself dwindle for the first time. It startled you, but it wasn't an unpleasant feeling.

"Submit to me." She said firmly, with no room for objections, not that you had any to give. You nodded, and she manifested a collar around your neck with a rope that led right to her hand. "Let me show you how to be a man and feel good." She ripped your clothes off with inhuman speed to reveal your already erect manhood.

Sliding her bottoms off. She straddled the whole length of the bed and lowered herself atop you. You let out a small grunt as you felt yourself penetrating someone for the first time. She moaned in response and encouraged you. Delphine could feel herself siphoning your strength and grew again, her brests bubbling larger and breaking free of their top, two red hot nipples forcing themselves into your face. You instinctively grabbed two fistfuls of flesh as she began to bounce forcefully on top of you. The bed had no chance. And quickly, the legs collapsed, forcing you hard against her as she wrapped her supple wings and strong arms around you to keep you safe.

"Oh perfect, I'm further from the ceiling now. More room to...mmmmph...grow!" She felt you empty yourself inside her and she pulsed with your releases, growing to ten, then twelve feet in height. Percy cried out from across the floor at the sight. Meanwhile, you were no more than three feet tall at this point. As delphine climbed off you and stood up, she realized she needed to hunch over to not break through the ceiling. "I'm so big now." She said, amazed at herself. "So powerful. So sexy. I'm addicted to this. I want more." Just then, her iPad poofed in front of her again and began to ring incessantly. She there it to the ground and crushed it with her heel, a single demonic scream and a lowly underworld soul slipping out which she pulled into her hand simply by willing it. She examined the poor soul before closing her fist and absorbing it into herself.

"Oooooh" She cooed as she made its power her own. "I shouldn't be allowed to do that. That's dangerous." As she grew to twenty feet, Delphine was now pressed against every wall in your room. "I wonder..." She said to herself, curiosity getting the better of her. Summoning Percy's cage to her, she crushed it in her hand, leaving him exposed in her clutches.

"You shouldn't have this kind of power." He said, weakly.

"You're telling me." She replied with a grin before he sank into her palm and his soul was absorbed by her. "Mmmph! That feels so so good! Angel souls are so strong!" Grabbing you and stuffing you into your cleavage before it was too late, Delphine erupted from the remnants of your home, exploding to thirty and then forty feet as her wings unfurled to their full width and she let our an unholy howl of pleasure. You watched as she stood to her full height, the world around you shrinking away as she did.

"You're next little man." She said, gingerly patting you on your head. Her finger came down like a ton of bricks on top of you as you sank deeper into her breasts. Delphine began to absorb what was left of you, but you stopped at a mere six inches in height. "Hmmph. I guess I can't fully extinguish human souls. That would be breaking the rules...but umph! Thanks for the little boost! I'm so powerful now that I can feel the negative energy around me. All the naughty thoughts pouring out of all the humans in this whole area. It's a feast just waiting for me. But first, how about we go pay Benny and his hunky demon a visit. I simply must thank the both of them for my ascension." She lengthened the rope that was tied around your neck and put it around her own before enclosing you in a little windowed locket. "Front row seat for the one that made all this possible." As delphine sauntered down the street, onlookers gazed apon their new goddess and their lust and envy poured into her growing her larger and larger with each step. She could only laugh and moan as her power grew with each step.

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monmuses · 8 months

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// *btw if anybody gets a popup while viewing my blog that it's marked mature, could yall send me a screenshot? bc i had a mutual who had it but was using safesearch. in case i need to bug tumblr staff again, lemme know if you guys do

#✨{𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔞; (𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯)#// *i hate tumblr >:(

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sunnsfighter · 2 years

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Intro And Info!

So yeah , welcome to this page! Call me sunns.

Trying my hand at this now since it might be easier with a migration going on already.. idk?

Im actually a refugee of different site that shut down ages ago (like 3-4 years ago i think??)

Tried insta and its not what im looking for , so im trying here for real this time

(I used IG/twitter for art /feeds and entertainment since i dont use tiktok , and venting/keeping in contact with irls who have insta )

21, dont really care about pronouns (prefer just going by sunns or sunny)

Until requests are made for side blogs or it feels needed, thisll be a multifandom/general content account!

Before ya follow/interact:

Takes me a second to reply to dms !

(Mentally im a bit unstable and partially mute , diagnosed for some things but might have other things going on, please be a bit patient with me! If im too much lemme know)

For tws im doing common triggers only like bugs/gore body horror, auto marking it as sensitive/mature content and and straight up nsfw/lewdposting is going in a new blog if needed . For any uncommon triggers my ocs have or if theres content I do thats triggering and you follow, lemme know in dms and ill make a special oc/contact tag or phrase for you to filter out , and add it to my special tag list below

I do :

-oc art (for this account i wanna try writing and light doodles, whatevers in my head)

- have a fuck ton of AUs ive always wanted to do a tumblr for , but never gotten the chance to do.. ill test a few out see what sticks

- occasional screenshot edits !

Fandoms, new and old:

- Jojos bizarre adventure

-Monster high: (looking to see the new show and old stuff, skipping the irl movie)

-Card game animes (buddyfight vet, YGO Fan, cardfight vanguard enjoyer, still gotta get back into shadowverse/battle spirits again.. always down for more)

-pokemon (games or anime)

-digimon (anime , want to play the game)

- Carmen sandeigo (90s and Modern)

-Jem and the holograms (revival when??? Read both idw and watched 90s)

-Splatoon (been playing since 2)

Secondhand Fandom interests (i like owning ocs and/or seeing content from the fandom, even people post and talk about it and spoilers , but not exactly interested in the show itself or in the fandom )

-Cookie run

- Steven Universe (seen it all for the sake of knowing how it ends , old fav of mine but lost its shine when i got older, now i just like the ocs)

-BNHA : not interested in watching at all, just like the idea behind it

-osc/ object show ocs (ocs are a comfort of mine, i know little context )

- MLP: ponies fun, and so is edits

-miraculous ladybug : that whole love square thing is nuts and would drive me batty so i wouldnt loyally watch (In order or from the beginning) however i look into people talking bout spoilers cuz i saw some random late season eps and got kinda invested

-the simpsons : twitter algorythm got me into the content ngl

Favorite things:

-OOAK doll customs

-vtuber/mmd/3d models

-crafts and plushies !

-general doll collecting!

-pokemon cards!

Character/inspo list!!!

FCBF:

https://sunnsfighter.tumblr.com/post/701598567859666944/character-insposfaves

cardfight vanguard:

https://sunnsfighter.tumblr.com/post/701602059573706752/cardfight-vanguard-im-not-as-hype-for-it-as-bf

carmen sandeigo:

https://sunnsfighter.tumblr.com/post/702734768685596672/carmen-sandeigo-faves-shorter-post-ill-add

general aesthetics and other fandom faves:

https://sunnsfighter.tumblr.com/post/702741884320284672/other-character-faves-aesthetics-aesthetics

Special tags/phrases -

[Tag] Admin Sunndeigo- carmen sandeigo AUS by the admin

(Sub tags TBA, but ill have 90s or 19 before the AUs so youll know whats what)

[Tag] Sunns eclipse- vent tag , commonly paired with code CIL

[ phrase , could be a tag] Code CIL - usually accompanied by a vent post, a character i own with both gore and body horror

Buddyfight: Next Born Chaos [2nd gen buddyfight fanseason] - admins 2nd gen buddyfight fan season/story

The yota project [3rd gen BF ace story]

Admins fan story for buddyfight ace next gens

[Tag]Gemblooded (if tag is active, will add sunns presents to it) - my SU AU.

Next gemerations [tent title] my version of a SU gem world. The CGs do not exist as a team and hybrids are aplenty..

(I cant wait to revive those subrace concepts)

#pinned bios #introduction #newish #what will i show? maybe the stuff i was going to #looking to follow

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incognitowetrust · 2 years

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Unpopular opinion as someone who doesn’t even read comic books, play the Arkham games, or is even technically really “into” DC and Marvel as a whole, but I’m gonna say it anyway because I guess I need to vent or something…

The existence of Harley Quinn and the ways she is typically handled as a character really friggin’ gets in the way of my ability to enjoy The Joker. Why? Hm, well, I suppose the simplest way of describing it is that… like… cartoony evil-bastards are loads of fun because they’ve got big personalities and whatever they are and/or the situation the characters are in is separate enough from reality. It’s not hard to enjoy the conflicts between characters, because nothin’ like good ol’ escapism via witnessing worldbuilding. However, if you add some form of motivation/conflict/etc that’s not only dark and edgy and gritty, but a bit too close to shit that happens in the real world, suddenly the tone of literally everything is different. Not to say that “edgier” interpretations of superheroes and supervillains are inherently bad, though admittedly I feel like a lot of these attempts ironically actually lose their emotional maturity and heart when they attempt it.

Harley wouldn’t bother me as much if she had some more self-agency. Like, okay, I get that she’s also not sane and whatever, but she’s not exactly dumb, she’s capable and independent when it’s convenient. If she gave zero fucks and couldn’t be emotionally hurt by Joker, as well as not being afraid to be a danger to him in return, then her typical role at Joker’s side wouldn’t bug me. However, she’s pretty damn submissive to him, and so many damn times over and over again what keeps happening is she puts total blind trust and love in him, and he deliberately screws her over, and her reaction is of genuine hurt and surprise. Cue surprised pikachu face. I understand that some would argue that they’ve got a good character dynamic (good as in well-written and fucked-up-with-a-purpose), because of a variety of reasons, and I also understand that Harley as a character, Joker as a character, and their relationship/dynamic/etc has varying iterations and interpretations, but… Imma be real with y’all, I’d rather just enjoy some campy villains and not have to also sit through some domestic violence that’s just… there. I don’t care if it’s fictional and iconic, lemme hear Mark Hamill’s glorious voice sass and troll the hell outta a sad man dressed as a bat, in peace. Part of it also might be the fact that Harley is also (like many comic book women) often a sex symbol. You know, like that shitty Suicide Squad outfit the actress friggin’ hated, and is unimpressive design-wise at best. I don’t really even feel like elaborating on the ways I’d figure blatant-sexy-Harley is an issue for me. Blah blah blah really it’s simply one thing that when paired with the other things makes it problematic and obnoxious.

Anyway, uh… yeah I think I’m just done. For some reason I got a bunch of pesky thoughts buggin’ me, and I had to write the basics of it down so my brain could relax and switch subjects; a common problem of mine. In a world where real women are killed every day by their partners, and good representation matters, and representation that isn’t bleak-as-fuck also matters, AND bruh sometimes I just want an enjoyable distraction from the world and I’m not ashamed to admit that… I just kinda wish I didn’t have to manually filter through abuse-victim-Harley in order to find and enjoy hammy (especially Hamill) Joker time.

#random thoughts #vent #the joker #harley quinn #villain likability #edgey villains #mainstream versions #abuse #domestic violence

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theorist-influencer-untitled · 19 days

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4.26.24 Friday

1:33 am

I tried the wax machine it is ohkay but I somehow having a hard time to use it now coz the weather is super, super, super hot and we don't have ac now... I'm having a bit of armpits bumps due to super2x hot weather and I put a hydrating collagen gel...

The temperature from the past days according to our arab neighbour was and still around 45 to 55 degress celcius....It is super,super hot these days...

I still wanna peel my butt and I want a bf that I want like Pilot Garret who can be supportive of my vanity... I really wanna leave this place and I want Pilot Garret to save me and to save my beauty.I'm deteriorating which is not my ideal aging life...I have blemish and I hate my butt right now... I feel super conscious...

1:51 am

I feel bitter... I feel ugly... I have windblow and praying to have a good future...

My emotion is angry,if I will make love with Pilot Garret right now,I feel ugly and I will scratch his back! I'm so angry! I'm so mad that I wanted to make love but I feel ugly... I'm so angry....

2:31 am

On other angle but still thinking...

I wiped John a cold iced water on his body coz he is breathing fast while sleeping.... Now, he is back to his normal breathing.... It is super hot here.... He is mature now coz he knows how to find a spot in the house where he can feel comfortable coz it is super hot.... It is either he will be under the table or in the kitchen if it is super hot.

Awhile ago it was funny coz he stole the mantu bread of my nana when she placed it on the table...

Mantu, it is a green bread given by Ely awhile ago coz I asked him a favour on wifi...

8:05 am

Kuya Bong & Tutoy are here already, the worker of Uncle DD... Kuya Bong shouldered the 2 mineral water coz Uncle DD didn't leave anything....

Later, will ask coffee on Ely... I'm out of budget...

8:07 pm

Still,have windblow.... Last night I had dreamed of Pilot Garret that we met in mall somewhere then he suddenly grabbed me and pull me near his body and telling me that he is Pilot Garret. In my dream he said I'm Pilot Garret, you have to marry me but upon looking at him, I'm doubting coz he doesn't look like Pilot Garret but a different person but he keeps on saying in my dream that I'm Pilot Garret. Then, he is pressing my rib and telling me you have to marry me, it is a painful press on my rib.I said ouch! I'm just looking at him and quiet but in my head I know this is a different person.

Then, I just answered in my dream that I said yeah! I will marry you but I will do something, I will be back...

Then, I went out hurriedly in my dream seeing my biological mother waiting for me on the hallway of an unknown mall in my dream. I said let's go,we need to escape coz that man is telling me that he is Pilot Garret but he doesn't look like Pilot Garret. We need to run and escape, I told on my biological mother in my dream.

Then, we ran and went to different side of the mall... Then, I saw him at the other side of the mall as if looking for someone... I told my biological mother in my dream that we need to run coz that man is telling me that he is Pilot Garret. The man who is claiming that he is Pilot Garret suddenly pointed me and will run after me. In my dream me and my biological mother are running away from that man... The Pilot Garret in my dream is chasing me... Then, I woke up...

I woke-up like this bitterish...

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9:01 pm

I still have windblow...I wish I can go to L.A. get a boobs to meet my Pilot Garret or someone like him but I truly like him... But I know sometimes, we need to prioritize things... I'm having confusion but for sure I wanna leave Cavite.

I wanna peel my butt, buy Starbucks everyday... I wanna have a brand new day... I wanna see Mitch and Mark in time coz they are both gone...

Life is a piece of shit if I will be living just like this...

Before I die, I hope not... Lemme touch L.A.get my boobs and peel my butt...

Life is meaningless if you're just like a flat round potato... Life is a choice and a big decision to make... I'm a Roman Catholic help me God, let me live more,let me love and let me find people who truly love me, MY FRIENDS!!!

I wanna have a brand new day! I feel self-pity here just being nothing.....

10 am

I made this Salt & Pepper with tomatoes spaghetti as my diet food....But mainly it should be Salt & Pepper only on an olive oil.... Though, any oil can be used...

1:30 pm

Summer Tip... Still, have windblow... Just put a hydrating collagen gel on your armpits but if it becomes smelly, wipe it a cotton of Eskinol toner let it dry and put a hydrating collagen gel again... Change shirt...The heat is not normal it is beyond 45 degrees celcius, it is reaching 50 degrees celcius. To cure and avoid armpits bumps...

It is normal coz it is super hot and you are human, you are sweating without ac!!!

Always check your smell sense by inhaling a coffee, for you to know the smell of smelly and coffee smell....

2:24 pm

Still,have windblow...Kuya Bong is here suddenly he made a joke that he will change the faucet inside the bathroom and in our kitchen coz there are leaks on it... I said ohkay but I need to finish my laundry, it will be in a lil while... He said we can be in the bathroom together, I said it is not allowed I added it is a big sin and you have to ask for forgiveness alone and it is bad the world will be small for the 2 of us then I laughed... ( Masama un, malaking kasalanan, mangumpisal ka mag-isa ).... hahaha Seriously, he really need to change the faucet...

3:29 pm

I still have windblow....I wanna leave Cavite... I feel self-pity here...

I don't know if Pilot Garret can save me? Turn me into Barbie? My needs and future...

I want a bf who is not nice on my gf's without me knowing....I feel jealous....I feel jealous on women here... I don't want my target bf to be super nice on my balwarteh'z kuno or my fake grouping here without me knowing...

I feel jealous on things that I don't know, that I must know...

4:40 pm

This Uncle DD is calling me that I'm on a deadspot that they will not believe me... He needs to talk to Kuya Bong about their dream house...Kuya Bong said he needs the money for tomorrow to buy a roof... Kuya Bong said they can call him on his simcard...

7:34 pm

Thanks Ely for these back-up today 79 pesoses....

9:02 pm

Guilty or Not Guilty???

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holylulusworld · 3 years

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Zero decency - Kinktober 23

Title: Zero decency

Written for @winchesterandbeyondbingo : Royal AU

Written for @spnabobingo : Accidental Scent Bond

Summary: An alpha kidnaps you, demanding he’s your bodyguard...

Kink: Scent Kink

Rating: Mature

Ship: Alpha!(AU) Dean Winchester x Omega!(Princess) Reader

Warnings: angst, kidnapping (kinda), scenting, possessive Dean, plot twist, true mates, scent bonds

Words: 1,8 k

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Kinktober 2021

2021 Winchester and Beyond Bingo

SPN A/B/O Bingo masterlist

“How dare you carrying me around like a sack of potatoes, vulture,” you complain, wiggling in the man’s hold. “Lemme down or I swear, my father will kill you. He’ll take your head.”

“He’ll do shit, princess,” the man all but growls, ignoring you fight him with all you’ve got. Well, it’s not much, but it’s all you can do. He just grabbed you, threw you over his shoulder, and now he’s running away with you, dashing towards the woods.

“Ugh. Alphas! All muscles and instinct, no brains. Zero decency or delicacy! As if being omega wasn’t bad enough,” the alpha groans at your words but keeps on running toward the trees to hide in the shadows with his prey, you.

“Can you shut up for a moment, sweetheart? Will ya! I’m here to save you from getting kidnapped, spoiled little brat,” you huff at his rude behavior, but bite your tongue to not piss the angry alpha off some more. “Good thing we are living in the 21st century or people would accuse me of doing nasty things to you.”

“Bastard—"

“Your daddy hired me to keep you safe,” he carefully places you back on your feet, immediately looking you all over. “Sorry, this was a case of emergency. Did you see the three alphas next to the huge table at your friend’s house?”

“Dude, that was a birthday party, not a hostage situation,” you huff, annoyed. “I was safe with my friends. The three tall alphas next to the large table are my best friends’ brothers, you—you lunatic,” hands-on your hips you glare up at the frowning alpha.

“They matched the description your father gave to me,” he gets his phone out to check the information. “Three men, tall, alphas, dirty blonde hair, will be at the party and watch my daughter. Keep an eye on my beloved girl for me.”

While you run one hand down your face, groaning deeply, the alpha doesn’t move a muscle. He just stares down at you, purring and crooning.

You must admit, he’s not too bad to look at. Tall, bowed legs, chiseled chin, and his eyes, you never saw such beautiful eyes on a man before.

“Uh—what’s wrong with you?” you take a step backward, eyes trained on the alpha. He acts strange and you don’t want to get involved in whatever is going on in his twisted mind. “Stay away from me, crazy bastard!”

“You smell so good, sweetheart,” he purrs, taking a step toward you to sniff in your direction, eyes glued to your mating gland now. “I can’t help it. The moment I entered the house I was enchanted by your scent and since I touched you, I’m losing my mind. I never scented someone that… sweet.”

“I showered, and I used that specific—” he pounces on you, making you squeak. “Hey, ow—what are you doing?” while the alpha noses his way up and down your scenting gland, you try to push against his shoulders to get him off you. “Fuck, you need to get off me. We—you—shit!”

“It’s too late,” he nips at your skin, tongue-tasting you. “You are mine; I can smell it. No other omega ever smelled like you.”

“If you don’t stop,” you fall against his chest, whimpering in distress. Your mind tells you to fight your instinct but the omega inside of your soul fights for dominance. That purring bitch wants to mate with the stranger, “we end up mated.”

“I wouldn’t mind marking your pretty neck,” the alpha croons while excessively licking your neck. “I think we already bonded, sweetheart.”

“No offense, but I would remember mating with you,” he snickers against you, hands already pawing at your ass. “Hey, I don’t even know your name.”

“Dean,” is all you will get for now. “Lemme check if you are alright. I can’t have you injured,” he looks you all over again to check every inch of you thoroughly. You’re lucky he doesn’t rip your clothes off to check for scratches…

“Okay Dean, we should go back to the party. My friends must be worried or already called the cops. Everyone watched you drag me out of their house. We need to explain what happened,” you try to calm the pumped-up alpha but he’s like a man possessed.

“We can’t go back, they are going to hurt you or take you away from me,” you end up over his shoulder once again, complaining loudly as he trudges further into the woods, taking you with him. “I’ll keep you safe.”

“I want to call my father right now,” he ignores you mutter under your breath, keeps on walking, all the while purring to calm you. “Dean lemme down. Stop acting like a caveman. Please let me down.”

“Stop being so loud, omega,” Dean uses his alpha voice, and you fall silent. Your omega whimpers in distress all the while trying to make up to Dean that you angered the strong alpha. “What if those guys followed us?”

“Shit, you need to stop fantasizing about people being—” you gasp when Dean stops in his tracks. He puts you back down, shoves you behind his back before he gets a shotgun out from under his coat. “Wait! Where did you hide that thing all the time?”

“I said,” he’s in your face, breathing heavily, “you need to stop talking. They found us.” Confused you follow Dean’s eyes to get a glimpse of three shadows coming closer. “I told you I did not kidnap but save you, sweetheart.”

“But—they are my friends,” you get a bad feeling, so you hide behind Dean’s back, head pressed into his back to inhale his scent. “Why are they after me now?”

“You took what should have been ours,” a familiar voice growls, “give her back and let her make her ours and we won’t kill you, little alpha.”

“Come and get her, if you are brave enough,” Dean growls, huffing when the alphas stop in their tracks. “I bet you don’t have the balls to do so.”

“What are you doing?” you wrap your hands around his left biceps to drag Dean further into the woods. “They are three, you are one cocky alpha with a shotgun. Stop putting me in danger, Dean.”

“You’re right,” Dean grasps for your hand to run deeper into the woods, to hide behind a large tree with you. He’s pressing his body against yours to cover your scent, rubbing his scent into your skin, clothes, and hair. “Shush, we need to be as silent as possible now.”

“This is officially the worst murder mystery game ever,” the alpha huffs in your neck. “Can you hear them? Dean?”

“Stop talking,” he grunts, head buried in your neck to inhale your scent deeply. “I can’t hear shit if you don’t stop talking.”

“You are talking yourself. All the time. Hell, you talk more than I do,” you push against Dean’s shoulders. “You’re the worst murder mystery game partner ever. Strawberry!”

“Mystery what? Strawberry?” Dean lifts his head to look at you.

“Gosh, that was my safeword to end the game. You read the rules, right? If you don’t want to play anymore, you say your safeword. I’m tired, hungry and you are getting on my nerves.”

“Sweetheart, I’m a real bodyguard and this is a real shotgun,” he unlocks the gun to fire a round into the sky. “See.”

“Fuck! No, the boys are part of the game! You can’t shoot them,” you scream, losing your shit. “Guys, he’s not part of the game. HE HAS GOT A REAL GUN!”

“DUDE! Chill, this is all just a game,” Cole grunts. “Listen, we will stand here, okay. We are no harm. Please, let Y/N go. Pineapple!”

“See, that’s his safeword. This is just a game,” you whimper. “My friends and I paid for the game. I got my invitation last week, just like my friends. I—I don’t know why my father hired you, but I’m not in danger.”

“He read the messages you got. Someone threatened to kidnap you,” Dean whispers, unsure if you try to protect your friends or if your father got it all wrong.

“That’s part of the game. We get messages, letters, and stuff. I am the victim in the game tonight. They said someone will kidnap me and my friends are the heroes, rescuing me,” you explain. “Please, don’t hurt them. None of them will hurt me or you.”

“Sorry, her father hired me to keep her safe,” Dean still won’t let anyone get close to you, but he secured his shotgun and put it into the trunk of his car. “I had no clue this is all part of a murder mystery game.”

“Oh, it’s totally fine,” your best friend giggles. “This way the game was more fun. Hell, we cheered for you when you threw her over your shoulder.”

“I kidnapped a princess, awesome,” the alpha rolls his eyes. “How about we call it a day and head home. I think I got enough of games for a month or like ever.”

“Agreed,” you try to leave the room, but Dean is hot on your heels, following your every step. “What?”

“I’m still your bodyguard and, we still got that scent bond going on,” he insists, leading you toward his car. “I’ll drive you, home princess.”

“Can you stop calling me like that? It’s only a title, ya know. It doesn’t matter anymore, not really,” you explain. “Now drive me home so I can give my father a piece of mind for sticking his nose into my shit once again…”

“Great, now I’m stuck with a crazy alpha,” you groan but snuggle closer to Dean to sniff at his neck. He wrapped his body around your smaller frame and buried his face in your neck to inhale your scent deeply. “Can you not press your erection against my thigh?”

“Sorry,” he mumbles, licking your skin. “It’s just, we got a strong scent bond and all I can think about is to make you mine. Of course, I must ask your father first.”

“You are crazy,” you purr when he kisses your mating gland. “But I’ll let you stay the night if you promise to not use your shotgun…”

“Promised?” Dean lifts his head to grin down at you. “I played my role well, didn’t I?”

“Role?” you frown, watching Dean’s eyes darken. “What do you mean? You are a bodyguard, right?”

“He’s an Earl of Winchester,” your father steps into your room to watch your jaw drop. “What? You refused to even meet up with him. So, I thought it would be nice if he saves you in your stupid little game. My plan went well. Now that you have a scent bond, you’ll make a perfect match. And don’t worry, the shotgun is a faked gun.”

“Wait! What?” you begin to throw a tantrum, already pouncing on Dean to fist his hair. “You tricked me? What the fuck, dad!”

“The rest is up to you, Dean. Good luck,” your father flees out of the room when you threaten to use the shotgun on Dean and your father…

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scarlettriot · 3 years

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Mina Ashido Headcanons!

@jewel116 requested some headcanons of our Alien Queen and I am here to deliver!

Some of these also could be considered BakuSquad HCs, hope that's alright.

I also went ahead and included some Adult Mina and 18+ Mina Headcanons too. Both are below the cut and clearly stated. Warnings are posted at each header mark.

If anyone has any other requests, lemme know!

Basic Mina Headcanons

Warnings: It's as fluffy as her dang hair! (Swearing)

. Most definitely has ADHD! In class, she is constantly tapping her foot on bouncing her leg as a means of trying her best to keep focused.

. Has a collection of shirts that she has designated for sleep and loungewear because she's burned acid holes in them by accident. Sometimes she'll wear them to concerts and shows if the design is cool enough.

. Loves piggyback rides! Frequently will run and jump on the backs of the guys in the BakuSquad. Even Katsuki himself puts up with it after a while.

. While Katsuki is the 'mom' of the squad, Mina is the one everyone goes to when they need comfort. Denki will curl up in her lap after a long day, Eijiro frequently goes to her when his insecurities creep back in, Hanta shows up late at night and they talk in her room about nothing just because he doesn't want to be alone, and Katsuki, well, he shows up to her room, slams the door and complains for a solid half-hour after reading a particularly heartbreaking scene in a manga while she listens to every word and validates his feelings.

. Mina worries far more than people believe she does. Her bubbly, loud, personality usually masks it but she knows when people are lying to her about what's going on in their heads.

. Sitting properly in a chair physically bothers her. She'd much rather be hanging upside down off it.

. She lowkey likes that the boys get protective over her.

. Mina is the type of person who gets A LOT of random thoughts that pop up in her head and one of the few people who actually will engage with the sheer randomness of the ideas is Shoto. Not only does he engage, he comes up with his own! The two can talk for hours.

. Loves hosting 'spa parties' in the common area of the dorms, everyone is welcome to join.

. When road trips happen, she's making the playlists (technically, she and Kyoka switch off).

. Tries teaching Tenya, Izuku, and Shoto how to flirt. After a very embarrassing first hour, Shoto didn't learn a single thing, Izuku was only good at it when paired with Shoto and Tenya... Tenya had her SHOOK! Man has game and she made sure everyone knew!

. Has weekly meetings with Yuga where they drink tea and spill the tea.

. She is so damn ticklish. Hanta was teasing her one day, she warned him to stop, he received an elbow to the face for not listening.

. Tried to grow her hair out once but it didn't grow down... it grew OUT. Mina thought she rocked it, and she totally did but ended up having it cut back down so poor Tsyu could see in class.

. Wakes up early three days a week to practice her hand-to-hand combat with Eijiro. Mina wants to improve her technique and Eijiro needed to work on his mobility, it benefits them both.

. Just Dance is her favorite game, she dominates.

. Easily forms new interests.

. Won't admit it but she gets jealous super easily.

. Will be the first to attempt to throw hands for a friend! I HC she was picked on as a child for looking so different but it never really phased her too badly, she likes looking different but understands that not everyone thinks like she does. So, if someone were to say something about Mezo's facemask, she's stepping in to defend the guy without hesitation.

. Knows every TikTok dance EVER. If a new one comes out, she's mastered it by end of the day and her account is always up to date.

. (Popular idea but important to reinforce) Mina and Eijiro co-founded a club, Horn Buddies, specifically to make Eri feel more welcome. They take her on trips and group outings. The only horned person who's not allowed to join is Pony because she was rude as heck to Mezo.

. Mina gets extra competitive over board games.

. She can ice skate and roller skate like a champ.

. Mina is resilient, dedicated, and passionate. She has goals and the girl will achieve them.

Pro Hero - Adult Mina Headcanons

Warnings - Mentions of alcohol use and swearing

. Gets several tattoos and piercings.

. Starts a roller derby club with most of the girls from 1A.

. Loves going out to the hottest dance clubs just as much as she enjoys staying in and munching on take-out food with friends.

. The Horn Buddies club she formed with Eijiro has now expanded into regular society and both young heroes couldn't be more proud. Together they've formed a foundation that strives to help those with non-flashy, unconventional, or misunderstood quirks feel welcomed and loved.

. Does her best to shop small whenever she can. Mina wants to help her community in as many different ways as possible.

. Becomes a fashion icon for many small, just starting out, alternative clothing lines. They love her look and the standard she sets.

. Goes to fashion and runway shows with Momo on the regular. While Momo prefers buying right off the rack, Mina goes to thrift stores and buys items that are coming back into style.

. Does her best to stay in touch with her classmates. She really cherished the friendships she made and goes the extra mile to make sure everyone stays connected.

. Has told off Shoto's father. Sent the man an anonymous bag of flaming dog shit as well for making his son so damn stressed. Sorry, not sorry.

. As long as she isn't in the middle of a fight, Mina will always stop to take a photo with a fan or sign an autograph. In or out of costume, she doesn't care.

. In high school, Mina's room was always decked out for the holidays. She goes decoration crazy and it is always done well. But, now that she's an adult with that pro hero money and her own place, she's the best house on the block decorated for each and every holiday! Inside and out! Also throws holiday-themed parties.

. Got absolutely trashed with the BakuSquad one night and taught them all how to twerk. By the end of the lesson, she deemed Katsuki was the best of her students.

. Loves to drink. Is a lightweight. Katsuki and Eijiro have carried her home more times than they can count.

NSFW 18+ Mina HC Below - Minors DNI

Warnings: Drinking, rough sex, mentions of orgies, handcuffs, impact play, and praise kinks. Subtle sexual relations with BakuSquad, Jiro, Todoroki, and Ochaco.

. The Queen of stripteases and lap dances.

. If any of her friends are at a party or some event and they need a fake date, Mina is their go-to person. She's handsy. She's flirty. And has no problem with platonic make-outs.

. Always encourages kissing-themed games at parties. Seven Minutes in Heaven, Spin the Bottle, those sorts of games. Mina also loves to play cupid and has rigged a game or two to get people together.

. Has made out with every member of the BakuSquad at least once as well as Kyoka, Shoto, and Ochaco simply because she was curious.

. Has attempted to start an orgy with the BakuSquad before when intoxicated. Still mentions it in passing just in case they change their minds.

. Has gone further with Katsuki and Eijiro though. Maybe both at the same time once or twice or several times...

. Wonderfully filthy dirty talk. Can even make Katsuki blush.

. (A personal favorite of mine that was in a previous post) When they were first years, Eijiro asked innocently enough, to touch her horns. He was gentle but that didn't matter. Our poor girl was so damn flustered! Her face turned red bright, she felt hot, and she had to go take a very cold shower!

. Ei felt terrible about it. It took them both maturing for her to explain exactly why she reacted that way... and then asked him to do it again.

. Is likely to send NSFW texts and photos while people are indeed at work. She is a Pro Hero though so only certain people are allowed to have those photos. A scandal is the last thing she wants.

. Very good at communication and is not afraid to speak her mind about what she wants and needs out of a relationship and her sex life.

. Loud, very loud, very needy.

. Fuzzy handcuffs in every color she can think of and adores impact play.

. Let her know she's doing a good job, Mina responds well to praise.

. Big cuddler after sex. Wants to snuggle into you and more than likely take a nap.

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mrs-hollandstan · 3 years

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More Than Perfect || Sam Holland

Warnings: mentions of nudity, mentions of childbirth and the complications afterwards, self-doubt, language?, babiessss, Sam just being a supportive cutie

Word Count: 1,720

Author’s Note: Hopefully you guys enjoy a little bit of dad!Sam. Lemme know :) Also, huge credit to @/marsbudge on Instagram for the picture on the right. She’s amazing in expressing her beauty and is the whole reason I created this piece. Moms/ women in general are fucking superheroes.

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There was nothing like having a baby. You were told that once you had a little one, your life would change and you would never understand the absolute love you have for this tiny human you'd made. When you and Sam got pregnant with your daughter, he was infatuated with your naked body. The tummy and the thick thighs and the ever growing breasts. Not that you yourself particularly minded being nude around your fiancè or just in general, especially when it just so happened that in the worst weeks of your pregnancy you'd be in the middle of summer.

When your belly popped towards the bottom, blossoming up the further you got in your pregnancy, Sam lost his mind. He loved the bump and when his hands wandered, it's often where they ended up. More than anything, Sam appreciated the changes your body went through, especially the stretch marks around your thighs, hips, and belly. The boy was obsessed. That's why his Instagram blew up with pictures of your belly, pictures from the baby shower, of the nursery, of her closet, her name board above the crib, and eventually her when she arrived in the beginning of August.

Virginia Elizabeth was what you named her and Sam, just as much as when she was in your belly, was obsessed with her. She was constantly in his arms and he admired each one of her little features on the daily, dressing her, feeding her (if you couldn't of course), changing her, rocking her to sleep. He was an all around great father.

Especially because of the pain and exhaustion he inevitably and guiltily felt he inflicted on you. Your bump remained for a few weeks, but what it left, Sam saw, made you slightly depressed. Your feet were still swollen, your breasts were huge but your belly was starting to sag, and the bleeding was ridiculous. You slept most of the time because of the constant milk production and late nights, but Sam didn't mind taking Virginia out into the living room and kitchen, especially if his brothers were over to see their baby girl.

However, after about a month you'd gotten somewhat used to being a mom and feeding her late at night with Sam right there at your side, giddy smile on his face the entire time at the look of his girls. He loved introducing you as his girls and going to see family and friends with your bubbly little girl in his arms. But something that seemed to remain after all of it was the nudity in your house.

Sam found that most times he came to find you napping, you were nude beneath the blanket. Not that he minded. Easy access to the skin of your back and belly and thighs. He actually loved the sight and hoped that when he went back to culinary school and eventually went to work as a chef in one of your local restaurants, you'd still be like that, something to look forward to when he climbed into bed with you.

With a day off from work but not from school, Sam was off in the afternoon and back before the sun started to set, walking up the stoop with a smile on his face. Even a few hours spent away from his girls was torturous. Shouldering the door open, he drops his bag just inside, kicking his shoes off just beside it,

"Babe?" He calls. There's no reply, a frown covering Sam's face as he walks towards the nursery. He pauses in the doorway of your bedroom when he sees you, smiling to himself. You stand just before your bed, nude with your little girl, only clad in a diaper, in your arms. Your eyes are closed as you sway from side to side, the little one whimpering softly. Walking into the room, Sam stands with his hands on his hips,

"Look at you two." He says softly. You open your eyes slowly, glancing at him. His smile is so wide you don't know how it fits on his face. He takes a deep, breathless like breath, looking you over, "You two are so perfect." He mumbles before he walks forward again, coming to stand behind you. His hands rest over your hips, lips pressed to your temple,

"You smell like biscuits." You murmur softly, not faltering in the swaying, even as you lean back against his chest. He chuckles softly,

"Orange cardamom biscuits. They'd go good with your tea, I'll have to make them sometime for you." He explains softly. You nod, lips pressing against Virginia's cheek. Her little face is turned up towards the ceiling, mouth hanging open as she fights sleep. You sigh,

"I uhh, I took a shower, put her in that little bouncy thing just outside the shower and she got fussy cause it was hot in the bathroom. So I took her out of her onesie and was holding her and I just... her skin on mine felt amazing. Like yours does. And I miss her. I miss..." Sam can see the tears in your eyes now, "I miss my baby bump and being in the hospital smelling that newborn smell and all that." You tell him. He nods,

"Its the postpartum peach. You know it'll pass and you'll have so much fun with her when she's older. Plus... the older she gets, the closer we are to havin another one. More of that newborn smell." He reasons. The look you throw him over your shoulder makes him swallow,

"Alright... yeah, still traumatized from her birth, got it but... you don't have to be so upset. She's still little and perfect... both my girls are, and for the next... what, year, that won't change. She'll get nice and chunky and when she changes, we'll so be ready for it. She'll get giggly and fun and you'll love it. I know you will babe." He reassures. You nod,

"I know I just can't help it. It feels like someone else is controlling my life, my emotions. I'm sorry."

"You don't have to apologize Y/N. Your body, your mind are going through a lot of changes. You're maturing and all that. I'm not upset about it. The crying, from you or her doesn't bother me. At least there's some need for me." He half jokes. You smile, looking down at your baby girl. He sighs,

"I'm really likin this naked thing with you though." He mutters, kissing your shoulder as he molds your hips in his hands. You hum,

"Sometimes I'm just too lazy to get dressed, other times it's just too hot." You reason. Sam nods,

"I like it."

"Oh yeah?" He nods when you glance up at him, "Maybe you should join the party then. I wanna stare at her and she likes daddy's chest." He doesn't even need you to finish the before he's stripping from the grease and oil stained shirt and pants, leaving them in a pile on the floor as you sit at the edge of the bed. You scoot to your side, letting Sam lay down before you before you lay Virginia over his chest. He mumbles incoherently down at her, kissing the top of her head as he strokes down her back. He purrs which makes her whimper, the motion further lulling her to sleep. He glances over at you when you prop your head up on your hand,

"You're a great father Sam. You've always been an awkward little bean but... when it comes to V, you do amazing." He chuckles softly,

"Thanks Y/N/N. You two... mean the world." He admits, rubbing up and down your baby's back softly. You sigh, brushing his unruly curls aside,

"I'm just glad that I don't have to cook. The food you make is excellent and you like doing it and baby loves it too." He laughs again,

"And that's all that matters is making you both happy." He murmurs. There's a silence that permeates between you for a moment before you stand, finding the thin robe you wear all the time if it genuinely is too hot to wear anything else,

"What was this... thing you were saying about orange cardamom biscuits?" You ask with a cock of your eyebrow. He smiles wide, tip of his tongue caught between his teeth,

"I'm starting to think ALL you use me for is food."

"I feed your little girl from my own body like eight times a day. The LEAST you could do is make bomb fucking food Holland." He hums after a moment, eyes averted from yours and to the little girl laid across his chest. He glances back up,

"Can we just... have a little longer of this moment? Just a pretty little family before I'm whisked away to slave over a stove." He jokes. After a moment of staring at each other, you sigh, trying to fight your smile before you near the bed again, sitting at his side,

"Fine Samuel. But only because you're pretty." You lean in to kiss his nose, kissing your baby girl's head just below his chin, "And you too little miss. I just hope you at least get something from me for all the pain and suffering I went through getting you here." Sam reaches up to tuck hair behind your ear,

"You're a great mumma already. I have no doubt that she'll be witty and perfectly perfect. With a mum like you she'll always know she can never disappoint us with whatever decision or life choice she makes. You'll make sure of it and that's what matters. Raising a decent fucking human being." He says with such passion in his eyes you think you'll faint. You stare at him for another moment before sighing,

"I love you more than anything on this earth Samuel Holland. Our little family is just perfect right now." You tell him. Leaning up to kiss you, he sighs,

"Love my girls in all of their beautiful nudity. Love skin to skin." He murmurs. You lay your head against his shoulder, watching your girl sleep. Of course pregnancy and motherhood was difficult, but your fiancè made it so much better and your baby girl was everything and more for the both of you.

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levi-lover · 3 years

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Victorian Era Vampire Levi x fem! Reader

Summary: When death enters the town of Alshire, your world becomes darker as secrets pour out of the dark.

W/C Update: 6.2k

T/W: angst with occasional fluff, family drama, emotional/mental abuse, profanity, use of alcohol, death and murder, classism, smut, mention of gore and blood (will be updated as needed)

A/N: Here is the first chapter! I hope you enjoy lemme know what you think :)

Part I

The weight of your head rested on the crook of your elbow, it was warm and comfortable compared to the draft from the window. If you squinted, you could see the paint chipping from the window frame; some of it had been your own work but staring outside the window, watching the gray clouds pass over the dying landscape only brought so much entertainment.

From the second story, you could see the division between the fields and forest, a weathered iron fence marked the separation between the two worlds. You noted the branches gently rattled under the touch of the wind. In between pockets of matured cedar trees, you could see the blossoming colors of the birch and elm trees.

A knock at the door brought you out of your thoughts, without turning your head you spoke, ��come in.”

The door opened with a small creek and the maid, Sasha poked her head into the room. “My Lady, I’ve come with your afternoon tea and biscuits,” she said politely.

You turned and smiled. “Thank you, please leave them on the table.”

Sasha entered your bedroom and set the tray next to the dishes from breakfast. She placed the dirty dishes back on the tray and stood awkwardly, tapping the bottom of the tray with her index fingers. It looked like she wanted to speak but felt uncertain.

“What is it, Sasha?”

“Oh, nothing, My Lady,” she mumbled.

“Please speak openly. Whatever you say here is to be kept with me,” you said, desperate to hear any news about why your parents were keeping you locked away or why Levi hadn’t dropped by in days. You would be grateful for any drop of information.

Sasha kept her eyes on the ground. “I feel you should know that– the Ackermans are under investigation and have fled Alshire.”

“What? Why?” you asked, hugging your shawl closer to your body. The room felt even colder than before despite the numerous candles flickering in the room.

“I’m afraid that is all I know. I was shooed out of the room as soon as they began discussing the situation. I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything,” she said apologetically, her head hanging low.

“No, no, Sasha. Thank you for telling me.” You looked at her with furrowed brows, her choice of words captured your attention. “What situation?”

She shook her head, there were tears forming in the corners of her eyes. You felt a pang in your chest. You smiled again, trying to comfort her. “Thank you for the tea, Sasha. You’re free to leave.”

She bowed her head and left, leaving you alone in the dim room, again.

You walked over to the table and sat on the adjacent ottoman, the mug warmed your frozen fingers. Sipping tentatively, you scanned the coffee table which was littered with books on subjects about modesty, social etiquette, and courtship, they were hardly touched, dust had formed on the covers. In fact, the entire bedroom had slowly been covered with dust, leaving a stale smell in the room. The maids hadn’t been allowed to enter for the past two days. The only person who you’ve seen three times a day was Sasha.

The room felt smaller than before, it was suffocating, you felt trapped and confused. But why would Levi leave without saying anything? It was uncharacteristic for him, he always told you if he was to be absent for long periods of time. You bit your lip and scolded yourself for thinking Levi owned you anything of the sort, he was simply an employee of the estate, nothing more. If he were to leave then he would tell the head of the house, your grandfather, not you.

You smoothed out the folds in your skirt and sat at the foot of your bed. It wasn’t right, the thoughts you had about Levi flooded you with shame, the lust you felt for him. How your skin seemed to jump when he was near you, the flutter in your heart, and the clamminess in your palms. It was unbecoming of someone of your status; you were fully aware but it didn’t stop you from imagining how soft his lips looked, the way his waistcoat clung to his torso...

You wondered what he would say if he ever found out how you felt about him. He’d probably quit and find a new job as a bodyguard for some other young lady. You hated the idea of him watching over someone else so you kept your thoughts to yourself.

However, it didn’t seem to matter since he’d apparently already left.

You figured it might be a simple confusion, there was no reason for Levi to be under investigation. He was an honest and hardworking person plus he was beloved by your family. Steal your family’s money and run away? Ha! It was honestly the best joke you’d heard in a while. You chalked up Sasha’s story to gossip, it was common for the maids to muddle information together to create a false narrative. You didn’t blame them, it must have been dreadfully boring to be at the estate constantly; you definitely hated it.

Small pitters of rain echoed throughout the room, the clouds cast dark shadows across the walls of your bedroom; a heaviness lulled over you and pulled you into a deep sleep.

Downstairs, in the formal room, your parents along with their accountant and business advisor were on their third cup of tea of the night. Your mother had not eaten in two days and heavy bags had formed under her eyes. Your father was haphazardly put together, his blazer hung around the back of his chair, his sleeves pushed up his forearms.

“I can’t believe we trusted them,” your mother, Eleanor said lifelessly, “if he did something to her. I would just die.”

“Now Dear, we can’t think like that. We need to be logical and not falter to our fears,” your father, Augustus assured her.

“I agree with Lord Augustus, My Lady. Your daughter is safe in her corridors, there is no need to worry,” Porco, your family’s trusted accountant, seconded. After the passing of your family’s account last year, Porco was hired to take his spot. He had ties with the previous accountant and had a clear understanding of the family's money, assets, and business.

The sound of the crackling fireplace filled the room, heavy shadows hung on everyone’s faces.

“I simply cannot believe he did that to you, Mr. Galliard. On behalf of the family and the estate, we apologize deeply for putting your life at stake,” Lady Eleanor insisted.

Porco shook his head. “I am grateful for your apologies, My Lady but please I do not wish to speak of that night again. But I will add, it is my fault the Ackerman’s have left with half of your fortune and fled Alshire. That is my final word on the matter.”

Eleanor blew her nose and tried to stifle her tears. The lady was burdened with worry, what will the town say when they hear that the family had been keeping such horrid and lowlife company? Will there be any more suitors bidding for your attention and hand?

“How did your daughter react to the situation?” Armin asked, while young he had proven himself capable of advising the estate in the matters of finance and business. In fact, under his advisory, the family business had managed to grow two fold and acquire enough land to build five new iron factories. The construction was set to begin next month but with this new development, everyone was unsure how it was going to be funded.

“She has no idea. We’ve kept her out of this situation, it does not pertain to her. At this time in her life she should be worried about her presentation and finding a husband,” Augustus explained.

Armin nodded and turned his attention to Porco, he was beginning to explain what the family could do to regain some of their lost finances. The family looked at him like he was their savior, drinking up everything he had to say; they were lost lambs and him their shepherd.

He sipped on his tea and listened intently to what he was saying, amazed by how Porco had come up with a plan this quick. The Ackermans had taken off with the money two days ago and everyone had been struck with loss to have a moment of sanity yet Porco was unfazed.

I guess it’s what a true businessman does, Armin thought. He was taken away from his thoughts by the moaning of the floorboards, he looked up and waited for the sound again. Not hearing it, he shook his head and wiped his tired eyes with his handkerchief. It was going to be a long night.

You were walking through dewy grass, your feet were numb and the bottom of your dress was soaked. Shivering you pulled your cloak tighter around your body. For miles, you could see the heads of graves poking out of the mud. Mist rose from the ground and seemed to touch the low hanging clouds; everything was cast in a deep navy blue creating a sense that the world was dead.

Unsure what you were looking for, you wandered around the cemetery, trying to read the epitaph on the headstones but none of them made sense, the letters danced around the stone in a circular motion. You were staring at one when you saw a shadowy figure in your peripheral vision. Quickly, you turned your head and searched for it again, you saw it run in between headstones, its movement was smooth and low to the ground like a black cat slinking through an alleyway.

“Hey!” you called out.

You turned to chase the figure, it led you further into the cemetery, deeper into the surrounding forest. Under the canopy, it was still, the smell of fresh rain and greeny encircled you. Normally, this would bring you comfort but there was an eerie presence surrounding you, it was hanging to each leaf, branch, and bush in the forest. As you followed the figure, the understory became denser, it pulled at your dress ripping the fabric but you persisted. The smell of decay quickly filled the air, you coughed and held your breath, continuing the search for the figure.

Fear creeped into your heart as you walked, there was something unfamiliar and vague about this section of woods yet you felt as if you’ve seen it a hundred times. The only sound was the rustling of your dress against the ground and your heavy breaths. Whenever you began to question your route and felt the urge to turn back, the figure appeared again but it was always a few dozen feet ahead and never turned when you called for it.

You noticed a gap of blue light in between the trunks, you squinted and blinked a few times to make sure you weren’t imaging it but as you stepped closer, it seemed to grow in size. When you reached the opening, you let your eyes adjust to the light and tentatively poked your head through the gap. There was clearing, shaped in a perfect circle, there were no clouds in the sky here and it allowed the moonlight to pour in.

When your eyes adjusted, you saw the figure standing in the center of the clearing, what you assumed was its back, was turned to you. Right before you were about to call out again, a pair of hands grabbed you from behind dragging you to the ground, the darkness swallowed you whole.

Your eyes shot open and you gasped for air, you grabbed your body, making sure you were still intact. The room was dark, the candles had long burned themselves out, the smell of ash was in the air. You stared into the empty space, waiting for your heartbeat and breath to calm down, it had been a while since you had a nightmare like that.

The bed underneath you was soft and warm, you wanted to crave an outline on the mattress and sleep again but there was something tugging you outside. You needed to escape this room or you were certain you were going to go mad.

Hastily, you tugged a sweater over your head and grabbed your cloak from the wardrobe. You breathed deeply and opened the bedroom door, it creaked and echoed throughout the empty hallway. It had stopped raining, the clouds had moved and the stars twinkled against the blackness. The moon was at first quarter, light weakly illuminated the hallway.

Keeping your body close to the wall, you made your way up the corridor and down the stairs. You were careful to avoid stepping on particular portions of the floorboard, scared of waking up your parents. To your surprise, you could hear the mumbling of voices from the first floor. In an attempt to make out the voices, you lost your footing and stepped on the wrong floorboard.

You gasped and held your breath, waiting for someone to come and get you in trouble but no one did. You grabbed the body of your dress and continued making your way to the backdoor, careful to avoid any more mishaps. From the kitchen, you could make out the shadows of four people, speaking in low, worried voices.

You wanted to barge into the formal room and demand to know what was happening but you knew you’d get sent back to your room and locked away again. You clenched your jaw and grabbed your shoes from the rack in the mudroom. They had recently been polished and shined under the moonlight.

Outside, it was freezing, a layer of mist clung to the ground and circled the trunks of the surrounding forest. You turned to the house and cursed its dark, cold hallways and rooms and its even colder residents.

“Good ladies do this and good ladies do that and blah, blah, blah,” you said mockingly. You’d always rolled your eyes at the expectations your parents had for you. Since you were the sole inheritor of the business and the only daughter of the family, high society demanded nothing but perfection from you. Society stripped women of their agency to bow to its unequal rules.

After you turned eleven, you were handed a book on social etiquette and were expected to be nothing but a pretty face, something to be admired rather than understood. Your friendships with the family staff changed, you were no longer allowed to run around with Sasha and Connie due to the class difference. Sasha became your personal maid and Connie was tied to the stables.

All of it was for one single reason: to find a rich husband with a prosperous business and merge the two to create an even bigger profit and to raise each family’s rank in society, it was cold and transactional. It was disgusting to you, all of it, especially the marriage part. You never wanted to get married, you hated the idea of being tied for one person until you die, to be under their control and have nothing for your own. Unless, you were getting married to someone you actually loved, someone who liked the real you. So far there was only one single candidate but you knew it would be doomed.

You huffed and clenched your fist. “They have to be lying about him. Levi wouldn’t do anything to hurt me or the family.”

Despite the darkness, the forest was teeming with life, you could hear the scuttling of the mice and the soft hoots of an owl. It was peaceful and quiet, you allowed your mind to relax. You’ve walked this path many times before that a thin brown trail had formed. You walked for a while, humming to yourself and allowing your mind to wonder.

Since you were young, you would sneak by the iron fence and step into the woods, to explore the vastness of the land. The trees encased you in serenity and it allowed you to leave the world of etiquette and modesty that lived at the estate. You never told anyone about your adventure since it felt like a sacred time between you and nature, you didn’t want to ruin it.

However, one day in the early morning, you were scavenging for mushrooms when you heard footsteps and someone call your name. In that moment, your heart stopped and you knew you were in trouble. You turned and saw none other than your bodyguard, Levi looking at you with a puzzled expression. He didn’t question why you were alone in the forest and you didn’t question him; you both understood the desire to escape from the mundane.

From that moment on, the both of you would sneak out and explore the forest. These nights became your favorite and you truly felt at one with the outside world. Eventually Levi showed you his favorite place to read and relax, an abandoned cemetery hidden in the middle of the forest.

After a few more minutes of walking, you found yourself at the edge of that very same cemetery. A few years ago, the Smiths had dedicated a plot of land to build a new cemetery with a brand new iron fence and carefully organized graves close to the center of Alshire, so this one had been long forgotten. The tombstones were large and intricately carved with letterings, moss covered the engravings making them almost illegible.

There were statues of saints, angels and crosses made of stone sporadically placed on top of graves, the moss and ivy draped off the statue like robes draped on a queen. There were a few barren trees, suffocating under the ivy wrapped around its trunk and branches. The grass was long and overgrown due to years of negligence.

It felt morbid to admit but this was your favorite place in the world. Since there were no expectations from you or Levi, your relationship leveled out, he was no longer an employee of the estate but a friend. Above the myriad of decayed bodies, a love was born inside of you.

You didn’t care if it was once sided, you just needed to have him near you.

Tonight you were hoping he would be there, waiting for you.

As expected, sitting at the mausoleum door, reading a novel that was falling apart at the spine, was Levi. He looked ethereal under the moonlight, dressed in black slacks and a heavy navy blazer, a black scarf was hung around his neck. The light cut across his face accentuating his cheekbones and deep set eyes. Without looking up from his book, he said, “what are you doing here?”

“How did you know it was me?” you responded.

Lazily, he glanced up. “That’s a stupid question. What other insufferable brat would come to the abandoned cemetery in the middle of the night?”

“Not like you left me any other choice.” You crossed your arms and pouted.

Levi closed the book and set it on his lap. “My Lady, I –”

You raised your palm to stop him. “Please, Levi, stop the formality and just call me by my name.”

He rolled his eyes. “Go home. It’s not safe for you here.”

“So now you decided to do your job and protect me,” you quipped.

Levi clenched his jaw and looked up at you. His gaze bore through you and you wanted to crawl inside of yourself and hide. You swallowed, shoulders slumping. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to sound rude. I’m just... confused.”

You stared at the grass and dug your foot into the soft earth.

“Don’t get your shoes dirty. You’re not the one who cleans them,” he scolded.

That was all it took for your eyes to water, you stared at his face, he looked unamused by your presence. This was foolish, you thought, he doesn't want to see me.

“Why did you leave the estate without telling me,” you blurted, sniffling in your tears. He said nothing. “Levi, did you at least tell my parents or my grandfather? That’s the professional thing to do.”

He glanced down at the book for a few seconds before looking at you again; this time his gaze had softened, reminiscent of how he looked when he listened to you speak about the latest place you read about that was now on your traveling lists. You would do anything to keep his gaze on you.

Levi said your name gently. “Please don’t worry about business matters, that’s not your jurisdiction. You should go home, you’ll catch a cold in this weather or a coyote might attack you.”

“I’m not going anywhere, Levi.” You balled your hands and stood tall.

“You really are insufferable, do you know that?”

“Of course, I do. I always have someone around to remind me,” you said, wiping the corners of your eyes with your pinky.

Levi smiled, a genuine smile that reached his eyes. You noted how they looked silver in the moonlight. He scooted over and patted the spot next to him. You walked over trying to hide the joy you felt. It had been a while since you’d been this close to him, thighs almost touching, his smell surrounding you. You shivered from the excitement coursing through you.

“You’re cold,” Levi said.

“No, I’m not.”

“Tsk, don’t lie to me.” He unwrapped his scarf and draped the black fabric around your neck and shoulders. Although it had been tied around his neck, it was cold, as if it had been hanging in a snowy forest all day. Still, you covered your lower half of your face, you were overwhelmed with the smell of black tea, spearmint, and something else you couldn’t put a name too but it was dark and inticiting; you wanted more.

“Won’t you get cold?” you asked.

“I don’t get cold easily,” he responded.

Neither of you said anything but you were dying to question him, to have him clear up the ‘situation’ Sasha had mentioned. You wanted to ask him so he would scoff and roll his eyes, he thought gossip was stupid and a waste of time and he would especially love it if he was at the center of it. He would probably just laugh it off and tell you it’s all rubbish.

Levi traced the spine of the book absentmindedly. “How have you been?”

“Lonely,” you said quietly, “and bored. I haven’t had a proper conversation in ages. I’ve been locked away in my room with nothing to read but those damn etiquette books my mother keeps giving me.”

“Maybe if you read them you would be so damn bored,” he teased.

You turned to look at him, you looked at him in disbelief. “Levi, are you serious? Those books are dreadfully dull and full of meaningless garbage. I think they’re polluting the minds of young women everywhere.”

“Are they now?”

You smiled for the first time in days, it felt uncomfortable but you welcomed the soreness. At times, it felt like Levi was the only person you could be yourself, he felt like your only believer. He didn’t care for social rules and attitude yet he was the kindest and warmest person you knew. Others might counter but you didn’t give a shit about them.

“I’ve missed you,” you confessed timindly, scared how he would react to your honestly. The topic of feelings was still uncharted territory between the two of you, it was the only boundary had been silently set.

“Tsk, you’ve missed having someone you could boss around,” he said, quieter than normal.

“I’m being honest, Levi. The house is too big and empty without you.” You looked at him with those eyes he loves so much, full of adoration for him. He felt undeserving of them. “Please, is it true, did your Uncle take half my family’s fortune? I won’t get mad, I just need to know what’s happening.”

He rested his elbows on his knees and placed his head in his hands, he looked tired and defeated. “I don’t know. I haven’t heard from him in three days.”

“Oh,” was the only thing you could say.

“He went missing before any of the accusations began and then your parents banned me from the estate, saying if they ever saw me talking to you they would have the cops come for my head,” he voiced cautiously.

“Oh, Levi, I’m so sorry,” you said, eyes wide and worried.

He wanted to wipe that look away, he wanted to kiss your eyelids until the worry and tension left your gaze. He hated himself for wanting that.

“Don’t worry about me. I could take care of myself,” Levi replied.

You rolled your eyes and threw your hands up in disbelief. “Is it so wrong to worry about a friend? Would it be a crime if I said I cared about you?”

“Yes,” was Levi’s answer.

“You must be joking,” you stood up and smoothed out your dress. Levi kept his eyes forward. “Why are you like this?”

“I don’t know what you speak of.”

You placed your hands on your hips and stared at him. Eventually, Levi sighed and looked up at you, in that moment, all the anger and frustration you were feeling melted away. Despite his cold exterior there was a glint of sadness in his eyes not even he could hide.

“Levi, I–I don’t expect you to tell me everything that’s going on but I would love it if you allowed me to care about you as a friend. We’ve known each other for many years and please correct me if I’m wrong but we have built a foundation of, of friendship,” you sat down next to him and continued, “you could trust me, I’ll keep everything between us. I always have.”

You reached out to grab his hand and gasped before he quickly pulled away. “Your hands are freezing, how long have you been out here!?”

“Don’t worry about it, I’m fine,” he sighed, “I can’t be around you forever you know. You’ll get married someday, probably soon and move out to your husband’s estate and have an entire new staff and –”

“Levi, please, don’t mention talk about marriage. It’s the only thing my mother speaks of and it drives me mad! I have no suitors as of now so there is no reason to worry,” you spoke with annoyance laced in your voice.

He smiled softly. “Sure, we don’t have to talk about it.” In fact, he hated talking about your future marriage and future husband, he knew that they wouldn’t appreciate you, the real you, not the one fabricated for high society. You deserved so much more and it shamed Levi that he couldn’t be the one to provide.

The rest of the night was spent in casual conversation, never reaching over the line of professionalism. The topic of the accusations never came up again, there was no need, you trusted what he had to say.

You liked hearing him speak, his manner of speaking was different from most people, he spoke as if he had years of experience on you dispute being a few years older than you. You always felt like he knew something you didn’t and you were curious to know, hoping if you spoke to him a bit longer than you’d figure it you. However you always felt even more confused and lost every time you tried to put your finger on it.

Levi was an enigma.

You glanced at the sky, the stars were beginning to fade away and a deep purple hue filled their place. “I think it’s time I head home.”

“Good idea, I’ll walk you back,” Levi offered.

He led the way past the gravestones, through the forest and the gate of your property. No one said anything on the walk back, there was no need to say anything, walking side by side was enough.

When you saw the outline of the house, your heart sank; being in the forest was a dream and this view was a slap in the face, a reminder that there was an entire role for you to participate in.

You rested your hands on the cold iron and turned to him. “Thank you, Levi.”

“I had to walk you back or else you’d probably run away,” he scoffed.

You shook your head. “No silly, thank you for spending your time with me and listening to what I had to say.”

It was Levi’s turn to be stuck saying, “Oh.”

He fiddled with the button on his coat sleeve, he wanted to wrap his arms around you and tell you that he missed you too. These past few days had been long and lonely without you.

“Here, let me give you this back.” You grabbed the scarf and started unwrapping it.

Levi raised his arms and shook his head. “No, keep it. It looks nice on you. Plus you could wear it next time you sneak out of your house.”

Your face felt warm, you thanked him while staring at the ground. He looked at the approaching gleams of sunlight. “I should leave now. Please, take care.”

“When will I see you again?” you asked.

He said your name softly, “I don’t know but I promise we’ll meet again soon. Okay?”

You nodded. “Okay, it’s a promise.”

Levi turned and walked towards the forest, you stared at him until he completely disappeared into the undergrowth of the greenery.

You looked back at the house, frankly it looked unwelcoming with its intricate and pointed trim, small pointed iron fence on the roof, and the dozen sets of stairs that led to the entrance. Ivy had begun to grow on the northside of the house and it made it look like it was being eaten by the forest, this was the only part of the house you liked.

You hid the scarf under your cloak and made your way to the house. It was calm which concerned you, normally the staff would be busy preparing breakfast or cleaning the floors but there was no one. You set your shoes back in the mudroom and sneaked across the hallway to the stairs. The formal room was empty which meant everyone must have gone home or to bed.

“What are you doing?” called a shrill voice from behind you.

“Going to my room,” you responded.

“Don’t backtalk your mother, it’s in poor taste,” Eleanor chided.

You turned to look at her. “I wasn’t back talking.”

Eleanor’s eyes widened when she saw the black scarf and the mud stains on the foot of your dress. “Did you leave the house?”

“Yeah, I went for a walk,” you said meekly.

Her hand shot to her mouth to cover her gasp. “Did anyone see you? Are you trying to ruin the family’s reputation?”

“Mother, I’ve been trapped in my room for days, I needed some fresh air to clear my mind. No one saw me, I stayed close to the edge of the forest near our property,” you explained, “Plus, fresh air is good for the skin, I read that somewhere.”

Eleanor exhaled. “I swear if this doesn’t kill me, you will. Constantly putting me through stress and worry.”

Your ears perked up and you leaned forward. “I do apologize for causing you trouble, I won’t do it again. I do have a question though–”

“Lady Eleanor,”Armin interrupted, “and ah, Miss. I was about to have one of the maids fetch you. We were about to meet in the formal room again, would you care to join us?

There were dark shadows under his eyes and the top button of his waist coast was undone. You lowered your eyes to avert his gaze.

“Of course. Thank you, Armin. We’ll be there in a few minutes,” Eleanor said.

Armin smiled and walked back to where the rest were now sitting. Eleanor turned to you and tried reaching for the scarf. “Give me that trash.”

You shooed her, “No, it’s mine.”

“Give it to me,” she repeated.

“Mother, I cannot.”

“Don’t be a naughty girl and listen to your mother,” she whisper-shouted.

“Is everything all right here?” Augustus stepped into the foyer and frowned at the sight of you and your mother batting at each other.

Eleanor stiffened and pushed the fly away hairs from her forehead. “Yes, dear. Your darling daughter and I were about to go greet everyone.”

He nodded and left the foyer. Eleanor turned to look at you. “Behave.”

You followed her into the formal room, the coffee table had been cleared of dirty dishes and a fresh pot of tea was at the center. The curtains were drawn and tied with gold thread, the entire room was embellished with golden accents from the pattern on the carpet, to the book stoppers on the high bookshelves. It contrasted the heavy hickory furniture and dark walls of the room. It was supposed to look stately but you thought it looked gody.

Porco was nursing the fire with an iron rod, his back was turned to you. Armin smiled and offered to pour you some tea. You smiled and thanked him, sitting on the same umber-colored leather couch as him. Your father sat on the sole recliner in the room with Porco and your mother sitting across from you.

You looked around the room. “Is Grandfather coming?”

Augustus sighed and Eleanor’s eyes watered. “Uh, we'll be starting without him today,” Augustus said.

You crossed your arms and waited for him to continue. Assuming this meeting was about the stolen money, you were reading yourself to defend Levi. You knew he wouldn’t do something like that and the family still had more money than half the town even with half of the fortune. Money was nothing but a tool of oppression and facade to hide behind.

“I want to begin by apologizing for keeping you in your room for the past few days. Things have been rather hectic and I didn’t want to worry you. Everything I do is to protect you, my only daughter, ” Augustus began, “I don’t mean to alarm but... we have been robbed by the Ackermans. Kenny attacked Porco a few nights ago, leaving him unconscious, and stole half our money, gold, silver, and jewels. We have reason to believe Levi was his accomplice in the crime. There is now a warrant for their arrests and we warned Levi if he were ever to get near you or this house, we will shoot him on sight.”

“I don’t believe Levi has anything to do with this,” you said firmly, turning your nose to your father’s words.

“He stole half our fortune and you’re defending him? You are a ridiculous and foolish little girl,” Eleanor spat. “Ask Porco about what happened that night. Go on ask him.”

You turned to Porco, his knee was shaking and his eyes were red. “Is it true? Did Kenny attack you? Was Levi there?”

He breathed deeply and closed his eyes. “It is true. Three nights ago, Kenny barged into my office with a loaded pistol. He held the barrel to my face and said he would shoot if I didn’t give him everything that was in the safe. I held my ground and denied, I told him I could never betray the family’s trust. He cursed at me and the last thing I remember is a second figure entering the room before everything went black,” he exhaled and fiddled with the handle of the mug. “The following morning, I woke up with blood on the back of my head and the safe was gone, along with the other account information.”

With squinted eyes you examined his face, looking for any signs of lying but his eyes were honest and traumatized, tears forming in the corners. There was no way…

“He was knocked out, how could he tell it was Levi?” you questioned.

“Is that really the only thing you care about,” Eleanor said, baffled.

Augustus raised his hand to calm Eleanor, her eyes were wide and her hair was sticking to her face. You turned your face to look at the empty chair next to you, if only your grandfather was here, then he’d defend you and the Ackermans. He’d say there was some sort of confusion.

“Honey,” Augustus said gently, “who else could it be? Levi is his nephew and the only person we’ve ever seen him talk to outside of this family. I’m sorry.”

You shook your head, an attempt to stop the feeling of crying that was taking hold of you. They had to be wrong. Levi is a good guy. You pulled the scarf under your nose and breathed in the scent, it comforted you and allowed you to compose yourself. There was no way you were going to break down in front of everyone, especially your mother.

As the clouds rolled in, darkness swept the room, the orange glow of the fire reflected off the gold in the room. No one said anything for a few minutes, the sound of the grandfather clock in the hallway seemed to boom along the walls of the house.

Augustus set his cup down and cleared his throat. “There is something else we have to tell you.”

You looked at him, he was staring back with solemn eyes. The others sank back into their seats and stared at various parts of the room. Eleanor was openly weeping now and Armin handed her his handkerchief.

Everyone is so dramatic, you thought. You looked your father in the eyes which to your surprise were also watering. A bubble of nervous simmered in your stomach, your hands felt clammy and you shifted in your seat.

“What is it?” you asked.

“Your grandfather is dead,” Augustus sighed, “Kenny killed him.”

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dinner-djarin · 3 years

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Next To You (Bucky x reader)

Just a little one shot I wrote after watching FATWS on repeat. (I tried to make it gender neutral but I may have missed something so I'm sorry if it's not!)

Rating: Mature

No use of Y/N

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: Bucky is having nightmares, and you're there to comfort him. Based on the Julia Michaels song If You Need Me. (so if the ending sounds dumb go listen to the song you'll understand why lol)

Warnings: Fluff & angst I guess idk, kinda dark themes, because well it's Bucky. Just two people who have definitely been through some shit. Oh ya that reminds me swearing. Suggested that intercourse has happened but nothing descriptive. A little (a lot) about trauma but mostly about nightmares. If I missed something pls lemme know, I don't want anyone to feel triggered reading. But if you can watch the show and be fine, you'll probably be okay with this.

Also just letting you know if I put ~ its cause I switch the focus from Bucky to reader, but I'm not switching POV completely its all written in reader POV.

Every night brought pieces of the past. He never knew which memory would be dragged to the surface once he let his subconscious take over - clawing and scrapping against the walls he put up, begging to be let out; to be confronted.

Some nights were worse than others of course.

He wasn’t sure how he was ever going to out run the monsters of his past. For a while he just stopped sleeping. It may not have been a permanent fix, but he thought some relief was better than none at all. He used to go days, even weeks, without sleep during the war, so he figured it might be the best way to silence the past.

Dr. Raynor, however, caught on quick.

A lot of her methods seemed like bullshit to Bucky. He could tell she was genuinely trying to help him, but he doubted anything she had anything to offer him that would prove to be effective.

But at the end of the day she was definitely no fool. He had a tough time lying to her. She didn’t take anyone's crap, and that might have been the only reason he trusted her, even a little. It may have been the only reason he actually gave it a sincere try (besides the fact he’d be arrested if he didn’t).

So he probably shouldn’t have been surprised when she caught on to his sleep strike. In fact she called him out on it only three days in. He thought he’d get longer than that. Even so, he was almost relieved. After only 72 hours he already felt the nightmares slowly creeping into the day. Every time a door slammed or a car horn blared his body tensed. Every time he turned a corner he’d reach for a knife he no longer carried. So maybe it was better to let his past haunt his nightmares. That way he’d be alone when the memories took over. That way he wouldn’t hurt anyone else.

But he made a mistake. He did what he told himself he could never do. He let you get too close.

Falling asleep in your arms felt better than any therapy session he could ever imagine. It was the first time in forever he could remember what it was like to be his younger self. The version of him that marvelled at the idea of flying cars; who thought he could save the world by enlisting. The dreamy eyed boy who was hopeful for the future, who thought he had a future.

Lying next to you made him feel in control, like his problems didn’t matter. He was there to keep you safe, and warm, and comfortable. He never thought he’d feel like that with anyone. He didn’t think he was allowed.

You didn’t question his metal arm for starters. When Bucky took off his jacket, after the hundredth time you insisted - “It’s like 100 degrees in here Bucky, please take it off, you’re gonna melt” - he thought he’d instantly regret it. But you simply looked at it with wonder for only a moment, before returning your eyes up to his own. Staring back at you, he saw the wheels in your brain click into place. He could almost hear your thoughts as you decided what your next move would be.

In the blink of his eyes you tore your shirt off and stood completely still in front of him. For a moment his emotions were mixed, and he worried where your sudden advancement came from, but then he saw it. A thick white mark slashed across your torso.

You took only one step forward before speaking. “It’s not exactly… I know it’s not the same thing at all. But the scars - the marks we carry - they’ll be with us forever, whether we like it or not. Even if they remind us of the worst pieces of ourselves, or the worst moments of our lives, it reminds us that we can move forward. And it reminds me that there’s something to move forward to. I don’t know…it doesn’t really make any sense but somehow it’s almost comforting. To know that something will always be with us, till the end”

His mouth was on yours in an instant.

He had been hesitant to let anyone in. After coming back - after going through everything he’d been through - he felt like damaged goods. He worried that the minute he let himself be happy, everything would come crashing down again, and he had good reason to believe it. It just kept happening over and over. It seemed like every time he found even a small amount of peace, the battle made its way back to him.

But when he found you, when he felt you, he felt peace. The softness of your skin, the gentle wave of your hair, the light scrape of your fingernails against his back and chest, your quiet moans muffled by his own mouth on yours. Being with you made the horrors of his past melt away. Even when you clamped down around him and bit into his shoulder muscle, even when he knew you’d left marks all over his skin. Knowing they came from you made all the difference. They didn’t remind him of the wars he fought, or lives he took, or the atrocities he committed. The sting of your nails and teeth weren’t pains from his past, they were reminders of his present, of the possibility of a life he could have. With you.

But in the end he knew that it was all wishful thinking. He knew he wasn’t cut out for that type of future. He knew you deserved better.

So he decided to let you off easy, to disappear from your life, leaving your shared experience to the confines of your bedroom. A memory, nothing more. He knew he’d have to sneak away once you fell asleep, because that way it might not feel real. Everything that happened between you might disappear with him.

But then he fucked up.

He was waiting for your breath to even out, a sign he would take to mean you had fallen asleep, but after listening to the air rush out of your body, and watching your bare chest rise and fall, your hypnotic essence overpowered his will, and he fell asleep alongside you.

Only he wasn’t asleep for long.

Eventually the past caught up, as it always had a way of doing. Images, and sounds, and smells all came flooding back to his uninhibited brain - sleep made him an easy target. He was vulnerable to every torment he caused, and every mission he was forced to carry out. Tonight was no exception. His brain managed to sift through every wall he thought he had up, and trudge yet another painful memory to the surface. The image of himself taking life after life, cruelly and viciously. There was no remorse, no stopping him. He saw every crime lord and politician he was made to terminate. Until his brain moved away to a new idea. The image of a young woman. Innocent and pure. But in the way of his mission. The Winter Soldier spared none.

He woke up in a blind panic. His surroundings were unfamiliar. Something was wrong. Was he being held captive or-

“Hey,” you made yourself known to him, and he twisted his head back to see you sit up beside him. You were quiet, and a worried expression blanketed your face.

Is he angry, you thought for a moment? No. Your brain was tired, and it was slow to process. Not angry, scared.

You knew from the minute you saw his arm that there was more going on. You already had some suspicions, nevertheless you expected there to be something like this.

For a moment, the two of you stared at each other in silence. You watched him regain his breath, and you carefully shifted your legs to sit crossed underneath you.

His steel blue eyes cut through the darkness, pinning you down. You wondered what was going on in his mind, what he might be doing to regain his grip on reality. You knew this moment too well. The quiet. The darkness. The fear. Not sure of how to move forward.

You were scared too, but not of him - more like you were scared for him. You knew he must be going through something, and you wanted to be there to help, but you also knew that was easier said than done. “Being there to help” was a nice concept, but in reality - well things were generally more complicated. You didn’t know if it’d be alright to approach him, mainly because you were unsure of your role in all this. Were you really someone he wanted around when he was so obviously vulnerable? You’d never seen him so raw and exposed, like a wound you wished you could tend to, while also fearing that your interference could make things worse.

You knew he wasn’t going to ask for your help, you could see he wasn’t that kind of man, but maybe if you made the first step, and let him choose - maybe he’d let you in. So, you held out your hand and waited. After a moment, you saw him move, only slightly though. His eyes darted down towards your hand and he subtly lifted his fingers off the bed. But it only lasted a second. He froze again, hand hovering near yours, and that’s when you realized he had been reaching for you with his left hand. You had been wary to touch it before, you thought it was probably a sensitive subject. Something about the idea of touching his metal arm seemed more personal, if that was possible. Like only the most trusted people in his life might be allowed to… and maybe not even then.

You felt your own eyes drop to your lap, an almost nervous energy now emanating in the space between you. But just before you could drop your hand too, his fingers hesitantly entwine with yours.

You shot your eyes up to see his right hand grazing the palm of your left. As your gaze slowly elevated, you found your way to meet his own eyes, only to notice the very sudden change in them. Whatever fear or darkness hid their before had now melted away. You couldn’t place it, but whatever emotion he now held sent a chill from your core to your fingertips. A lump in your throat formed and for a moment, you thought you might never be able to breath again. The look in his eyes was almost soft, but with a hint of yearning. Fire was blazing through every nerve in your body, while a chill kissed your skin, making every hair stand on edge.

Feeling outrageously brave, you took your free hand up to his jaw and held him there, gently swiping your thumb over his cheek, and allowing your fingers to reach slightly past his hairline and to the back of his neck. You wondered if he could feel the raging storm of your emotions through your touch.

“You okay?” you managed to whisper to him.

“Nothing I haven’t dealt with before” his answer pierced your ears with a hard tone, refusing to let any vulnerability resonate in his voice.

You shake your head at him, wishing he wouldn’t play pretend. “Okay then,” you mumble, letting your hand drop from his face. But as it fell, Bucky was quick to grab it, and hold it with a gentle squeeze. When you looked at him again, you knew he meant it as a reassurance, trying to tell you that he was okay.

He couldn’t handle the way you looked at him. Like you could see every thought in his head. A knowing gleam in your eyes told him that you didn’t believe him, and you’d be right not to. He wasn’t okay. He never really was. There was so much darkness surrounding him, poisoning every inch of his life. But you. Your touch was gentle and your voice was kind, and even though he had just seen your scar, he couldn’t help but think your world must have been so much brighter than his own. Looking in your eyes, he almost wished he’d never met you. He was so afraid that his pain might infect you too, the only good thing he had left. He wouldn’t ever be able to forgive himself if he let that happen; if he let his past ruin your future.

He wanted to leave, he needed to get out, before any of that could happen.

He slid off the bed quickly, and made his way to grab his clothes, but before he could you grabbed his hand - his left hand.

“Please Bucky don’t.” was all you could say. But the way your voice broke, on the verge of tears, fear of being rejected, of being left alone in the dark by the only man you ever wanted to let in - it was enough to stop his heart. He stood there, frozen from your touch. You kept his hand in yours, and for a second you worried it was too much. You worried you betrayed whatever trust you had built with him. Just holding his bare metal hand felt more violating and revealing than the fact that both of you remained completely naked. But you didn’t want to pull away. You didn’t want him to think you were afraid of him, afraid of the fact his hand could pulverize yours in a second - because you weren’t. You’d felt his touch. You knew how gentle and caring he could be. And you wanted him to see it too. That he wasn’t defined by his worst fears.

You pulled your body towards him, kneeling at the edge and facing him, “You don’t have to leave.” you spoke softly, as if he might be spooked and run off if you were any louder. “You don’t have to push everyone away. Please don’t push me away… I-”

Before you could finish, he was crashing into you. His tongue invading your mouth, like he was trying to soak up your unsaid words. His hands held your waist in place against his, steady and strong, but there was still resistance in his fingers; a hesitance to use too much force with you. You could feel how he feared he might hurt you.

Slowly you leaned back, feathering your fingers over his shoulders to guide him with you, and when he hovered over you, you let them slide into his hair, grabbing what you could and leading his head down…

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You lay there in the dark with your head on his chest, listening to his steady heart, feeling the crisp sting of metal graze your back. And even though you knew it was ridiculous, all you could think about was how you wanted to keep him safe. The man was stronger than any other human being, and probably thought you were fragile and helpless, and needed his protection more than anything. But still, you wanted him to be okay. You wanted him to know he could be safe.

“I’ll fight them for you.” you whimper quietly, suddenly worried that Bucky may have already fallen back to sleep.

“Huh? Who- what do you mean?” his words stuttered and tripped over his tongue. His half sleeping brain was suddenly running a mile a minute trying to decipher your statement. Who were you fighting? Why would you need to fight them for him? Surely he was more capable of fighting anyone off. He should be protecting you-

“The monsters” you said a little louder. The words feel childish and awkward in your mouth, and once you said them, you wished to take them back. But you decided to push forward, “if you want me to… if you need me… I’m here”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #bucky barns x reader #bucky x you #bucky x reader #fatws bucky #fatws #the falcon and the winter solider spoilers #tfatws #fanfic #post snap #marvel

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irene-writes-sometimes · 3 years

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Izuku Midoriya domestic headcannons

Hey! This is just some domestic and spicy hc’s for aged up izuku! I tried to make it as gender neutral as possible.

I hope you guys like it!!

Both the reader and Izuku are over the age of 21

First off, Izuku is a very busy man

Seeing as he’s the Number One hero, his work schedule can get a bit... hectic at times

Though he has learned to make more time for you, especially because you two are married now.

Spending time together is very important for izuku, and though he prefers home dates, he’ll do just about anything if it means he can spend time with you.

Izuku is a very accommodating and gentle lover, it’s very rare for him to raise his voice at you no matter what the situation.

The exception for this is if you put yourself in danger in any way.

Izuku cares about you more than anything and he would be devastated if you got hurt for any reason.

Give him cuddles, he is a major cuddle bug.

His favorite cuddling position is where he lays between your legs with his head on your chest.

Hearing your heartbeat calms him, especially after a long day at work.

RUB HIS BACK WHILE YOU CUDDLE he will melt into you and just smile

Izuku sucks at cooking. Point, blank, period.

But that doesn’t stop him from trying to make you dinner if he’s home from work before you.

Though he doesn’t do it as much after one too many close calls with fire, so it’s safe to say that either you cook or you two order takeout.

Izuku will not tolerate you putting yourself down in any way, and if you do then he will drown you with compliments

Will make you stand in front of the mirror while he point out everything he love about you, flaws and all.

Calls stretch marks beauty marks

He will try to bring you with him whenever he goes and does stuff simply because he loves being with you🥺

Izuku will try to get you to go on jogs with him, he loves being able to be with you while he’s running

Though let’s be honest, he’ll try to go a little farther behind you so he can look at your butt👀

With that, let’s do some ✨spicy✨ headcannons.

Before anything else, izuku is the king of consent. He’ll never do anything unless you give him permission.

I hc izuku as a dom/switch

As undeniably appealing the thought of sub izuku is, I just can’t personally see him being much of a sub

Izuku is a big guy, I hc him as around 6’3-6’4 and just made of muscle.

It’s safe to say that he can easily throw you around if he wanted to, and he definitely has no problem when it comes to holding you up👀

This man definitely has a size and praise kink

He definitely is a little bigger *ahem* down there than some others

He has a pretty good length on him but wow that girth is big

No matter how many times you guys have sex it will always take a little prepping because of his size

And lemme tell you, that drives him crazy

Like this boy goes feral when he realizes how hard it can be for you to take him.

Please tell him how good he is doing, he thrives off praise and it makes him more confident.

Izuku is rough in bed but I wouldn’t say he’s very kinky

Don’t get me wrong, he’s definitely willing to try things but he refuses to do anything that could hurt you, aka degrading or bdsm

He can’t stand the thought of hurting you in any way, but besides those things he is very open in the bedroom

He makes love more than he fucks

He thinks that sex is a very intimate and important thing, but that doesn’t mean he won’t go the other way sometimes😏

Very vocal, VERY vocal in bed

He’s always praising you and telling you how good you are, how well he fits inside you.

He will make you feel like goddamn royalty all while he’s making sure you won’t be able to walk the next day.

Aftercare with him is literal heaven

You need water? You’ll get it in less than a couple minutes

Want a snack from the store? Okay he’ll be back with it in a couple minutes

He cares about you so much and will make sure you always know it

Long story short, he loves you and will do anything for you😌

This is the first time I’ve posted any smut I’ve written (or more mature stuff) so please be kind

#izuku midoriya #izuku midoriya x reader #bnha x reader #bnha headcanons #izuku midoriya headcanons #domestic headcanons #fluff #smut #bnha aged up izuku #my fic #Irene writes

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ak8shi · 4 years

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Astrology Analysis: Akaashi Keiji

☼ sagittarius ☽ taurus ☿ sagittarius ♀︎ capricorn ♂︎ capricorn

Masterlist

━Personality:

Akaashi takes a lot of pride in his intellect, as he should! even though he comes off extremely logical when he’s playing volleyball, he can also think abstractly and creatively. he is someone who wants to explore and travel in his lifetime. i mean, he’s great at strategizing and dealing with Bokuto at the same time, so he can juggle these different problem-solving skills.

i think we can all agree Akaashi has a calming presence in general, and he notices very subtle things happening around him that others may not pick up on, such as him being the only one to notice kageyama choking and handing him water LMAOO. the combination of his sagittarius sun and taurus moon gives him an underlying warmness, even though he may come off as aloof or stoic to others.

Akaashi is often someone who battles with whether he should be listening to his heart or to logic; he is very introspective when it comes to life and why things happen...and that’s on no matter what others may say, we are the protagonists of the world 🤪!

when I saw that his lilith sign was cancer, I had to laugh because it's SO like him💀. he hates asking others for help or leaning on others, and he probably won’t immediately tell you if something is wrong. you need to let him know that it is okay to ask for help sometimes (please someone hug him)!!!

his cap aspects also give him outstanding leadership skills, I mean he’s truly captain material! he is highly analytical and understands where his teammates are at, and he can assess tough situations aka him trying to help Bokuto lmfao.

maybe this was only surprising to me, but he’s a smooth talker okayyy, like that sag mercury? He just knows what to say except when it comes to expressing his feelings HAHA

━In a relationship:

like Kuroo, he has a taurus moon and definitely would have to know you for a long period of time before anything else; additionally, he’s not here for games with his capricorn aspects, and he simply isn’t going to waste his time...but if you’re special to him, he’ll protect you with his life honestly.

Square between Mercury and Saturn: Akaashi may not be the best at expressing himself through words at first, but when he says something, he really means it and thinks things through before speaking. i think we see this a lot with the way he talks to Bokuto, he doesn’t tease him or really make fun of him like everyone else on Fukurodani, he thinks about what is going to make the situation better to lead Bokuto into a better mood rather than saying whatever comes to mind! with a s/o I think he definitely would take into account your love language (if its words of affirmation, he would work on it), but I think his main love language would be doing acts of service for his s/o to show he cares.

Venus in Capricorn: I’m a little biased because I also have a cap venus, but I love this about him! he would woo his s/o by showing them that he has his life together basically lol, he’s the type to bring you to a coffee shop near his office to be like “oh what a coincidence..lemme tell you about my job...” Akaashi is someone who triple checks that you are the one, and then once he knows, he commits to you 1000%, ride or die type beat.

also with a cap venus, he likes to daydream about domesticity! he loves the idea of a family and settling down with his soulmate!

he is willing to work so hard for you, especially with those capricorn placements, he’s not half-assing your relationship and expects the same effort from you.

he would love a dressy night out to a high-end restaurant, and suit and tie events! don’t get me wrong, he would love spending time with you doing anything, but he just loves getting dressed up!!

━Sex/Love:

when I saw that he had a capricorn venus and mars,,, I shivered, it makes SO SO much sense to me!! He takes it slow and steady, and he likes to draw out sex. no quickies, unless you’re both extremely desperate. the most important thing for him is being in control!

I think a lot of people think he’s a soft dom… but girl that is NOT what his chart is saying… his true self falls somewhere close to hard dom sorry!

Akaashi has a conjunction between venus and mars, so he’s extremely passionate and for him, the energy formed within your relationship transfers directly to the sexual relationship, let me explain: if the relationship is more friends with benefits, he will not see it as more than that most likely. if you form a strong relationship based on strong and compassionate love, that will transfer to how he acts in the bedroom.

WHEW, okay so Akaashi gets off on seeing you unravel basically. he wants you to come as many times as possible before he’s even taken a piece of clothing off; he indulges in the feeling of being responsible for your pleasure and being the only one to control you.

however, even though he feel love towards you, he doesn’t really like lovey-dovey sex; he enjoys more dettached, rough sex, he isn’t going to go easy on you!!

he might be into pet names, even going as far as being degrading towards you(with your permission of course) and he’s definitely into things like bondage and blindfolding🥵

Akaashi is really into biting, marking, and long makeout sessions as well; he wants to see you with hickies all over.

MULTIPLE ROUNDS, period. he has great endurance and he can hold himself back from finishing for SO long, truly a man.

however, once he sees that you’ve had enough, the iciness in his eyes disappears and he turns into the king of aftercare, that taurus moon JUMPS out.

━Favorite aspects:

Trine between Moon and Neptune: I LOVE this about him he has such as affinity towards music and the arts in general. Akaashi lives with music around him as inspiration, and he’s definitely the type that listens to music pertaining to his mood!

Sextile between Moon and Saturn: Akaashi comes off very reserved not because he’s unemotional, but because he’s actually very mature. even in a crisis, he rarely loses his cool and is able to work through the situation calmly and responsibly, which is shown every time he has to deal with one of Bokuto’s mood swings on the court. he is definitely the type of person who has his shit together due to his ability to set realistic goals, prioritize, stay organized, and work diligently🤓. (Individuals with this aspect are often known to appear elegant and attractive, which is so fitting for our pretty setter!)

━Negative aspects:

Square between Sun and Saturn: as someone who doesn’t experience failure often, I can definitely see how this aspect could cause akaashi to struggle mentally. in the face of failure or someone failing to acknowledge his efforts towards something, he gets in his head immediately, he has very high standards for himself. mental blocks are common with him when he can’t seem to figure out something that is nagging him. in other words, he is very much a perfectionist and stalls when things go wrong sometimes.

#COME GET IT AKAASHI BADDIES ! find out the tea #IM FINALLY POSTING THIS IM TERRIBLE LMFAOOO #akaashi #akaashi keiji #akaashi x reader #haikyuu!!#hq #haikyu headcanons #akaashi haikyuu #akaashi keiji x reader

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