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[ailawritesfics]

✎ cw: 18+ minors dni, somnophilia, noncon, male masturbation, hawks breaking into ur apartment, yandere-ish behavior, mentions of stalking

✎ this is a chapter from my on going story in ao3 i wrote a little while back

There was something thrilling about being a hero but participating in morally questionable decisions. An occupation that's supposed to be a symbol of peace and prosperity, as the number 2 hero he's bound by his duty and obligation to the people of Japan. And yet Hawks finds himself deviating from his usual path. When he's supposed to be back at the agency taking care of paperwork, he readjusts his schedule to fit a new routine.

He is aware that what he's doing is not normal by any standards but his own.

His profession required him to do many things, some of which he's not proud to admit, but was necessary for the greater good. Or at least that’s what he tells himself in the mirror every morning.

Landing on a balcony in a 4-story apartment complex was a different story altogether. Especially so when he knows who lives in this apartment. There was a pause in his movements when his feet touched the floor of the balcony, a hitch in his breath and a voice at the back of his mind telling him to reconsider but also willing him to proceed further.

He forced himself forwards, grabbing the handle of the door. To his surprise, it swings open, allowing him access into your abode. The last time he tried, the door was locked and he had forgotten to bring a lockpick with him. Breaking the wood or the glass would attract too much attention and reveal himself too quickly, so he had opted to find a window big enough to fit through.

Stepping into your apartment, he takes in the surroundings. Still the same as when he first paid a visit, everything in its place. The only mess he can see is the used mug and spoon you had left on the table. The apartment was decent, decorations from your college years and shelves with knick knacks left to collect dust. You haven't gotten the chance to do much general cleaning but he chalked that up to your busy work schedule.

A light snore stops him in his tracks, following the sound he peers over the back of the couch and sees you laying there asleep with a bag of opened chips spilling its contents on your lap. There's a pill bottle in your hand, the label shows the word Melatonin in bold font.

You looked peaceful, steadily breathing and hair slightly disheveled from the way you're resting your head on the armrest. Hawks moves to stand in front of the couch, bending down to get a closer look.

“Hey there, baby bird, you're sleeping soundly, aren't you?”

He can't help but chuckle, already feeling relieved upon seeing you. The stress from today's work and grueling training forced on him by the Commission was all but forgotten. Even the momentary wariness and frustration from the villain fight he had felt earlier dissipated.

Why?

The thought came suddenly. Hawks' smile faded when that one word echoed in his mind, a constant question plaguing him but pushed aside to maintain a semblance of a fantasy he wishes to perceive. He remembers all the people he had approached in the past, conversations and memories left on a bitter note all because the Commission forced him to cut ties with them one way or another. How is this time any different?

He thought it was weird how the Commission hadn't said anything yet about his contact with you, but he figured it might have been due to his current track record. He hasn't done anything to rebel, been a loyal follower committed to his job. But he knows that won't last long. They've given him reasons to cut ties for less than disobedience.

Was it because of the Hero Commission? He thinks back to all the times he was summoned, their voices ringing in his ears when they would speak of it as if it was in his best interest as a hero but really, it was the fear that their prized investment was slipping through their claws. He could almost recite their excuses in order. Is he here, in your apartment, watching you sleep in the late hours of the night because the Commission kept depriving him of personal relationships, whether that's platonic or romantic, whenever they see fit and never letting him learn how to develop healthy attachments?

As the never-ending questions plague his mind, he rises to his feet with you in his arms with the intention of moving you to the bed. It wasn't an easy transition, and you almost woke up, but he managed to make his way into your bedroom, using his feathers to untuck the sheets. The mattress sinks under your combined weight and as Hawks hovers over your upper body, hands propped on either side of you, he remembers part of the reason why he wasn't allowed to maintain any semblance of a relationship apart from his connection to the HPSC.

He's not well. Far from it.

If the stalking, obvious lies, blatant breaking and entering, and invading your most personal space without your knowledge wasn't proof enough of his mental well being, then the way he's looking at you now, his mind swirling with thoughts he swears will never reach the light of day is a clear indication.

No sane man would eye an unconscious person with a glint of hunger reflecting in their eyes. For a moment, Hawks recalls that soul crushing feeling of shame he's accustomed to weighing on his conscience, but the guilt was short lived, replaced with the tantalizing pull of desire.

He likes to think he has some restraint. A thin rope that's barely holding on representing his will to hold himself back from lines he knows he shouldn't cross but is so tempted to.

Morality and conscience thrown out the window, he indulges in his desires, consequences be damned.

He'd been deprived for too long and with the opportunity presented before him, he'd be mad not to take it. How long has it been since he last stood this close and intimately to another person? The most he can recall is the harsh and cold bodies of the drones and machines the Commission would force him to compete with, hard metal bodies crafted from steel. He can still feel the bruises he sustained from the most recent training session where he was left to fend for himself in a weather simulation projecting the harsh winter, cruel summer, and unrelenting storms. Physical human contact was what he craved most.

A hand runs down your torso, trying to feel the texture of your shirt through his gloves. He slides his hands under, the warmth of your skin permeates through the fabric of his gloves and he contemplates taking it off to feel you more closely. A reasonable thought pushed to the back of his mind and he's hovering over your unconscious body, sitting on his heels after kicking off his shoes.

Your shirt rides up, just barely showing your chest and Hawks’ breath hitches as he tugs it higher, revealing your bare chest to his wandering eyes and desperate hands. He doesn't know how much melatonin you took but he assumes the amount is enough to keep you knocked out through this whole ordeal, considering the fact that he had moved you from the couch to your bedroom, and is currently straddling your hips, and yet you're still fast asleep.

He props himself on one elbow, leaning close enough to breathe in your scent. It's addicting, the way he can't help himself when it comes to you. For someone he insists is a way to cure his boredom, he sure spends a lot of time with you even after promising to himself he wouldn't get attached. The threat of the Commission meddling with his connection with you still hangs in the air.

He had impulsively promised to take you out on the one day off he's been given in the last 5 months. Why? What made him think that was a good idea? He thinks back to his early days of childhood, every move and action was monitored and controlled behind the scenes. His decisions weren't his to make in the first place so when he gained the freedom to decide, however small, he took it without hesitation, taking what was supposed to be the norm for an ordinary person but a foreign experience to this caged bird.

Physical contact isn't new to him, it just doesn't happen frequently enough for him to be able to restrain himself.

He pulls back from you to take off his gloves, using his teeth to pull it off his hand. There wasn't much thought behind his next actions, his free hand moving to undo his pants and pull his cock free of his boxers. He bites his bottom lip, hand wrapping around himself and eyes locked on your sleeping face. A shudder laced with pleasure sends him spiraling back into his thoughts, less sensible than before, but he's too far in to retreat now.

He imagines how you'd react if you were to open your eyes now and see him, the sight of him jerking off to your unconscious body unable to hold himself back. In the back of his mind there's a voice, a voice of reason is what's expected but instead it encourages him to continue, to take what he wants.

And so he does. He moves his hand faster, breaths coming out in sharp gasps and suppressed groans. Sweat forms on his nape, he can feel it dripping down on his skin, muscles tensing but it feels so good.

A curse under his breath and his head tilting back, he bites on his bottom lip, imagining each drag of his hand is from your own fingers wrapped around his cock, or better yet, he imagines how good it would feel to have your warm mouth around him. Was it ethical, how he's masturbating in front of a sleeping person and imagining sexual fantasies of a person he swore would only be a source of entertainment for him, to pass time? Does he care?

Not particularly.

Hawks drops down on his elbow, once again breathing in your scent, inhaling deeply. Why do you have to smell like his favorite shampoo’s scent, fruity yet there's a hint of floral he adores so much.

His body tenses when he hears a light groan come from someone other than him, he knows he's risking it by continuing but somehow it turns him on even more. He watches you stir in your sleep, you try to change positions but find it rather difficult with the man hovering above you. He watches you intently, observing every little reaction you give him and just as you turn your head to one side, he leans into the sleeve of his jacket biting on the fabric to suppress any noise.

White ropes of cum drip from his tip and hand, remnants of his ministrations are left on your bare chest and stomach. Hawks’ breaths come out in huffs, breathing heavy as he tries to collect himself. He props himself up on both arms, not caring for the stain he might leave on the mattress. A thought screams at him in his post-delirious bliss: how the fuck did this happen? How did he let it happen?

And why aren't you awake?

He unconsciously grips the covers in his hands, fingers digging into the mattress as cold sweat forms on his temples. He's gone and done it, he crossed a line he knows he shouldn't have. He did it again. Again.

He raises a hand to grab you gently by the chin, tilting your head to face him.

He doesn't regret it.

Maybe he'll come visit you more often. After all, he already knows your schedule by heart. And even if there's a change in your shift, he'll find a way to know about it beforehand like he already did before. He has a date with you tomorrow, he smirks at the thought, only a few more hours until then. Perhaps he was wrong in considering you as a means to an end, to cure a boredom he's been desperate to climb out of. There's definitely something there, interest or intrigue, or something more.

Until the Commission meddles with his personal life again, he might as well have some fun and indulge himself.

[ailawritesfics]

can someone send me hawks reqs. i'm craving that man

[ailawritesfics]

✎cw: 18+ minors dni, voyeurism(shigaraki watches), unprotected sex, slight exhibitionism(dabi leaves the door open), fem bodied reader

Thinking about Dabi fucking you in Shigaraki's room.

And he does it just to spite Shigaraki.

You've both just returned after a long day of finishing grueling tasks assigned by the man whose room you're about to ruin, pushing past the others and stepping into the closest bedroom. Dabi's lips are on yours, rough hands already on your body as he guides you inside, neglecting to shut the door in his haste to have you, to embrace you.

You could barely breathe in between his kisses, and in the corner of your eyes you see the chipped wooden door left ajar but you're too far in the room to reach it. You know Dabi left it open on purpose. You know he brought you to Shigaraki's room on purpose, too, but right now you were too fueled by your desire to care.

The back of your legs hit the mattress, and you cling to him when he lays you on the bed. Holding you close to him, bodies pressing against each other as his lips press on yours again and again, desperate for each other's touch. You rake your fingers over his scalp and wrap your other arm around his neck, pressing deeper into the kiss.

He groans at the feeling of your hands on his body, and in the way your lips moved in sync with his. The weight of his body keeps you in place, and as he pulls back, you stare at each other for a moment, panting heavily.

You can feel his breath on your face, and the way his eyes stare into your own, a telepathic way of expressing his desires, and it sends shivers down your spine. In the way he looks at you, drinking in your similarly flushed expression, he almost looks desperate.

Dabi leans down to press his lips on your jaw, lingering a few seconds too long, hips deliciously grinding against yours, eliciting a moan from you at the feeling of his bulge rubbing over your clothed cunt.

"This is Shigaraki's room," You breathe out while your fingers thread through his hair, tilting your head to the side, eyeing the haphazardly displayed figurines and alarming amount of knock-off merch perched on shelves and drawers and the two screen monitor by the corner.

Shigaraki's room was as familiar to you as your own by now, you've nearly memorized which standee goes where and who it stands next to and it's all because of how much Dabi loves to bring you to the boss' room and fuck you dumb on the unmade bed.

"He'll scold us if he finds us in here again.”

Dabi's response is a chuckle, not really caring about the consequences.

"Let him. I don't care," He plants a kiss on the corner of your lips, smirking while he drags his hand down to your hips. "Besides, when has his scolding ever stopped us?”

His lips are on yours once more, kissing you once, then twice, tasting the flavor of your favorite lip gloss. His hands tug at the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head, tossing the article of clothing to a corner of the room alongside his own shirt.

Soon the raven was fiddling with your lower garments, trying to tug it off you.

“Someone's in a rush.” You tease him, lifting your hips just enough to help him take off the rest of your clothes, leaving you in only your bra.

“You've been teasing me all day, doll. You're lucky I didn't drag you down an alley and fucked you there on a dumpster.” Dabi unbuckles his belt, tossing it aside. Cerulean eyes rake over your body, enjoying the view all while his hands slowly drag down your abdomen, moving lower and lower.

A moan slips past your lips when he pushes two fingers into you, and his thumb draws circles on your clit.

“Just fuck me already.”

Shigaraki immediately knew what was happening when he saw the door to his room left ajar. For the third time this week you and Dabi have once again found yourselves in his room to fuck and he's almost had it with the two of you. Approaching the door with heavy footsteps and a goal in mind to scold the two of you, his hand halts on the knob when he hears your moans accompanied by the rhythmic sound of skin slapping and the sound of his bed frame creaking and hitting the wall.

Peeking through the gap, he sucks in a breath seeing the sight before him. Your body laid on his bed while Dabi thrusts into you roughly, he had to wipe the drool on the corner of his lips, wishing he was the one in the burnt man’s place. He can feel himself straining in his pants, mentally scolding himself for how his body is reacting.

He had tried to keep the two of you busy and occupied with completing missions but you both still somehow find yourselves fucking in his room upon returning to the hideout.

With a shout of your names, he shoves the door open with a scowl. "You two have your own room. Stop fucking in mine.”

[ailawritesfics]

✎dabi, shigaraki x reader (separate)

✎cw: 18+ minors dni, spanking, hair pulling, dacryphilia, use of doll/slut/brat, 1 pussy slap

Poor little slut, whimpering and sobbing as you lay across his lap, Dabi's hand landing another resounding smack on your bare ass, making you writhe in his hold. "seven," your voice trembles, the stinging pain a contrast to how your fingers dig into your palms. His smile is sardonic as he looks at you through hooded eyes. Your ass red with his handprints was a beautiful sight to him, and each sob, each whine, each whimper sends ripples of pleasure straight down to his cock as he revels in the control and power he has over you. How he loved seeing you like this.

"eight," you cry out when his rough hand hits your ass once more, tears streaming down your cheeks. Eight is nowhere near the actual number of times he's spanked you, each time you did something he didn't like or because he just felt like it, he'd make count from the start all over again.

Then the torture continues, and you count just as he instructed you to: nine, then ten, then eleven, until you reach higher numbers and then, finally, he speaks with a smirk, voice low and dangerous,

"start counting from one again, doll, you missed a number."

You didn't. You know you didn't. But he's doing it on purpose. Just to prolong this little game of his, to see how much more you can take until the pain is too much.

But you do it anyway. You count as he spanks your ass raw again, and again, crying out for his pleasure.

You want it to stop, but you can't bring yourself to say anything. Not when his rough hand soothingly runs across your ass with the promise of release and pleasure when you listen to him and continue counting, the only problem is that you don't know how high you need to count before he decides it's enough.

"D-dabi, please..." you turn your head to peek at him, and the thread of his self-control almost breaks at the sight of your tear stained cheeks and your cute little pout.

He brings a hand to your face, wiping stray tears with his thumb before carding his fingers through your hair.

For a moment you think he'll show you some mercy. But then he pulls on your hair, keeping your head in place, making you look at him then he coos at you, a smirk on his lips, "Pretty doll, we're done when I say we're done. Now keep counting."

He has you bent over the mattress, face shoved into the pillows as Shigaraki's hands explore the expanse of your back. Dragging his hands over your shoulders, down to your thighs then back up to your hips, the texture of his artist gloves sending shivers down your spine as he kneels behind you, taking in the sight before him. Your fingers curl into the sheets as his hand lands hard on your ass once more. The choked sob that leaves you makes him grin wider. He's enjoying this. Enjoying seeing you writhe in his hold, reduced to a sobbing mess just from his hands alone and the pain he brings you.

You gasp in pain, bracing yourself on your arms when Shigaraki's hand hit your skin. You try to pull yourself towards the bedframe, grab on to anything to ground yourself.

You can't even remember how long he's been at it, and even if you try to form a coherent thought, his continuous spanking smacks the thoughts right out. You'll never admit it to him how you take some pleasure from the way he hurts you just as much as he does from seeing his handprints on your skin and hearing the sobs and whimpers slip from your lips. “Stay still,” he tells you, grabbing your hips roughly with both hands to keep you from crawling away.

He suddenly flips you over on to your back, a gloved hand landing a harsh smack on your cunt. He keeps his hand there for a moment, "you're just itching for another punishment, aren't you? you're such a brat." He revels in the reaction he received from you, that tearful expression he loved seeing.

He moves to unbutton his pants. He's all for punishments but he's not the patient type.

[ailawritesfics]

✎ 18+ minors dni, age gap, cheating, established relationship with natsuo, dabi is called touya, mirror sex, penetration, dubcon, blackmail, use of whore/doll, fingering, almost getting caught

✎ 1.4k words

Just Touya eyeing Natsuo's pretty little girlfriend.

Natsuo has brought you over to his place a handful of times already. The first few was to meet the family. The family in question being Rei, Fuyumi, and Shoto. At first you questioned why he only introduced you to his mother and two of his siblings. You were even more confused when he so vaguely explained why he didn't want to introduce you to his father and was even more adamant to refuse to have you meet his eldest brother, Touya.

Why? He couldn't give you a straight answer, half of the time you chalked it up to half baked excuses. But you trust your boyfriend so despite your curiosity, you didn't ask for the reason again and did your best to avoid Touya when you're visiting the Todoroki residence.

Touya is intimidating. He's nearly twice your age, taller, and has a gaze that's enough to make anyone weak at the knees. You aren't sure if it's his scars that piqued your interest or the smirk dawning his lips whenever you'd swiftly pass by him to reach Natsuo's room. He's an enigma. Always missing at family dinners, somehow always reeks of smoke and ash like burning firewood, and on the days you do see him, he seems to always be lurking.

You paid him no mind like Natsuo asked you to.

"Ignore him," Natsuo had told you a while back when you first ran into the eldest son of the Todoroki's by accident because neither you nor Natsuo knew he was home that day.

You did as you were told. As much as you can. You tried to ignore him on the rare times he had joined the family for dinner when Natsuo brought you over. Ignored the way his gaze lingered, moving up and down your body so shamelessly and pretending he hadn't just been undressing you with his eyes when Natsuo calls him out on it. You tried to ignore the way his hands would touch your waist when you scurried past him down the hall, or how he'd purposefully trip you only to catch you with one hand by the hip and his playful "sorry" or "careful, doll, how clumsy of you" that follows after as he watches you with hooded eyes as you disappear into Natsuo's room.

Touya is Natsuo's older brother.

Touya is your boyfriend's older brother.

He shouldn't be trapping you in his arms, your legs hooked over his to keep you spread open for him in front of the full length mirror and making you hold his phone up with shaky hands to record the whole thing. His hand slides up yours, guiding the angle of the camera to show how his fingers slipped in and out of your soaked cunt, whispers of praise and degrading names come from his tongue yet all you can do is sit there and take it.

The entire thing was unsightly, you're cheating on your boyfriend. With his brother, no less. In the back of your mind something was screaming at you to protest, to pull away, to stop yourself from committing any more unfaithful acts but how could you when the drag of his fingers along your walls felt so much better than when Natsuo did it. Touya knew your body more than your own boyfriend did.

“And what are you thinking of in that pretty little head of yours, doll?” His voice catches your attention, his hand stilling inside of you. His cerulean eyes bore into your own, stone cold and devoid of any affection as he sought for an answer. You knew he didn't like it when you let your mind wonder, your attention should only be on him.

A shudder runs down your spine at the feeling of his breath on your neck. It's warm. Hot. Too hot.

“ ‘m sorry,” you stutter an apology, hoping he'd let it slide tonight.

Touya doesn't seem satisfied at all with your answer, eyes still glaring at you through the reflection in the mirror. Then he hums in your ear, pressing his lips against your neck, “‘s that so? You're sorry?”

You nod, affirming you were apologetic. For a moment you think he'll forgive you as you feel his scarred hands move up your body, but in a swift moment he's holding your thigh up in one hand and the other gripping your cheeks. You can feel your own slick drip down your face but the harshness in his grip concerns you even more. He makes you look directly at your reflection in the mirror, refusing to let you turn your head to look away no matter how much you try.

You felt ashamed to even glance at your reflection. Touya held your thighs further apart, exposing you even more. Your heart pounded in your ears as you looked at yourself, you're everything you promised Natsuo you wouldn't be. And Touya loved it. Defiling his younger brother's precious little girlfriend, playing the long game to earn your trust and take advantage of your naivety, thinking he's just misunderstood by his family when in reality he's everything they warned you he would be.

“Look at you. What would Natsuo think if he saw you? His little girlfriend acting like a whore in front of his big brother.” Touya chided, his tone showing he finds the situation more amusing than it actually is.

You close your eyes, hoping the shame and guilt from your actions all goes away but Touya doesn't let you have that moment of wishful thinking. He's far too cruel to grant you anything more than a curt pat on the cheek before he's hoisting you up by your forearms and practically pushing you onto the bed, the mattress sinking under your weight. He hovers above you, propping himself on his forearm while he aligns himself at your entrance.

This isn't the first time this has happened and each time you find yourself in Touya’s room, the shame and guilt gets worse but the more he seeks you out, the more you enjoy the secret rendezvous. And it's not like you could say anything about these secret meetings anyway. Not when he has recordings of every encounter saved on his phone and probably backed up in a hard drive somewhere.

A soft moan slips past your lips when Touya pushes in, feeling his thick cock splitting you open. Only half way in, he shoves the rest of his cock in your cunt, making your fingers dig into the covers, a sharp gasp leaving your lips accompanied by his groans.

He pulls nearly all the way out then slams back in, setting a rough and brutal pace right from the start. You gasp his name in a manthra, feeling him drag deliciously along your walls and hitting that sweet spot inside you so precisely. It feels too good, even better than when Natsuo does it.

“Look at you. Already falling apart on my cock like you weren't just fucking Natsuo hours ago.” Touya groans, keeping up his pace. He grabs your leg and throws it over his shoulder, hitting even deeper. “He couldn't satisfy you enough that you had to come to my room begging to be dicked down properly.”

You shake your head no, trying to make sense of what he's saying over all the pleasure.

“No? Kind of hard to believe that when you're already letting me fuck you, doll.”

A knock on the door startles both of you, making Touya curse rather loudly. It swings open without warning, accompanied by a voice you're far too familiar with. Touya moves his body to cover your face, hiding you from Natsuo's sight. He covers your mouth with one hand, wordlessly telling you to stay quiet.

“Touya-nii, I need your help with something-” Natsuo's voice cuts off when he sees his brother's naked lower half, scrambling to cover his eyes and look away from the scene before him.

“ ‘m a little busy here.” Came Touya’s nonchalant reply.

The younger brother's face flushes red. He covers his eyes with one hand, and the other waving frantically as he tries to reach for the door, “Sorry, sorry–” and slams it shut in a rush.

Touya moves back to a comfortable position, straddling your hips as he sits on his heels, looking at you as you lay on the bed with a frown and furrowed brows.

“He didn't see you. Don't get so worked up about it.” He chuckled at your expression and gave a half-hearted apology you know he doesn't actually mean.

“Now, where were we?”

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✎cw: 18+ minors dni, dry humping, exhibitionism, orgasm denial, use of the term slut

✎having thoughts about shigaraki and just wanted to share

Thinking about PLF!Shigaraki in his suit and tie and humping his thigh while in a meeting.

Shigaraki is injured. You shouldn't let him do any work, but as the needy slut you are he's giving you the chance to get yourself off. You don't get a choice where though, and today he decided it'd be fun to see you desperately chase your high while everyone else watches you whine and whimper on his thigh and he hasn't even touched you yet.

Thinking about him watching you in silence with an almost bored expression, his head resting on his hand while you move your hips on his thigh despite all the wondering eyes roaming over your body belonging to the other big shots in the meeting with him.

And he's cruel about it, too. he'll grab your hip with his free hand to stop you from moving, feeling you tremble against him from another ruined orgasm. He doesn't care about the wet stain on his pant leg from your arousal, he only wants to see and hear your reactions rather than the lengthy monotonous discussion that goes in one ear and out the other.

Not until he's had his fun. Or at least until this meeting is done and finally over with. You're the only interesting thing in this meeting and he's not about to let you revel in your afterglow while he sits in boredom.

There's a hint of a smirk on his lips when he hears you whine, nearly sobbing from his treatment, fingers curling into his shoulders and creasing the fabric.

It's a stark contrast to how fidgety and shy you were when he sat you on his thigh when the meeting just began, and now you're teetering over the edge, nearly about to burst and finally beg him to let you cum, no longer caring of the drooling stares of the other people in the room with you--your mind focused on him and reaching your climax.

But he wont. Even if you beg him to.

No, no, no, not a chance. So sit pretty because he's guiding your movements again with the hand on your hip before removing it and intently watching your face, enjoying your little expressions and your mouth hanging slightly open only to stop you again and revel in the pretty little whines and whimpers that leaves your lips.

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I just watched world heroes again. That chair was just a way to flex the animation but damn, Roddy was so cool in that chase scene n' outrunnin' Izuku's OFA

[ailawritesfics]

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳ 𝓡𝓾𝓵𝓮𝓼

✎katsuki bakugo x gn! reader

✎cw: 18+ minors dni, degradation, sensory deprivation(blindfold), impact play, implied use of toys, use of the term slut, brat taming

✎this is a repost of an old fic!

You cried out as Katsuki's hand made contact with your ass in a harsh slap, your head pushed further down into the mattress as his fingers tightened their grip on the back of your neck, enough to make you lightheaded. Your tears stain the thin fabric obstructing your vision, body sore and trembling underneath him from hours of continuous slaps and manhandling he had done to you.

"Look at you," Katsuki groaned at the sight of you bent over, ass red due to the continuous smacks he subjected you to. Your face is sticky, stained with your own tears from the pain that's slowly being muddled with the pleasure. "A sobbing, trembling mess. It's only been half an hour, tch. And to think you had the guts to break my rules. Where did all the courage you proudly flaunted go?"

If it weren't for the cloth blocking your vision, you're sure you'll see the taunting smirk on his face, and you could practically hear his ego inflating. Another particularly harsh smack almost made you scream, fingers digging into the bed sheets.

His hands followed the curve of your rear before stopping at your waist, gripping tightly but not enough to leave a bruise. He listens to your softening sobs and short hiccups, deciding to loosen his hold on you as an act of mercy. Perhaps he was it bit too much, he did give you more than a dozen spanks, but then again, he could've done worse if he was genuinely upset about you breaking one of the rules he set when the two of you started dating.

One of the rules, which you broke, specifically said not to send him inappropriate images while he's on duty, mostly because it would definitely distract him from work. Another rule of his prohibits you from getting off without him and he gave quite the emphasis when he spoke to you about it.

When you did send him a picture of you touching yourself, angled perfectly to give him an eye full, he came home earlier than usual with a certain look in his eyes.

"K-katsuki," You cry out his name, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry-- please, 's too much."

You hope pleading would help shorten the length of your punishment. Knowing your boyfriend, the only thing that'll get him to do anything is a little stroke to his ego. However, it seems pleading won't help you this time when you hear the buzzing of a certain object whirring to life from behind you. You've heard and held it more than enough times to know what it is without seeing it. Katsuki's favorite toy to use on you, a vibrator wand.

"Begging won't work this time, slut."

[ailawritesfics]

Headcanons of how would the dateables react to gn!mc saying to him "I wished you loved me" please?

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳ "𝓘 𝓦𝓲𝓼𝓱 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓭 𝓜𝓮" [𝓓𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓪𝓫𝓵𝓮𝓼 𝓥𝓮𝓻.]

✎cw: fluff, drunk confession

✎brothers' version

✎read the brothers' version to know the context! i have a hard time writing for the dateables especially for barbatos. that's why i didn't write for him, sorry! Sorry if they're ooc,,,

✧It'll be a long trip to his room so let's just say he found you walking home, swaying and nearly tripping over yourself and decided to help you out by bringing you to the castle and letting you rest in his bedroom for the night

✧He's surprised to see that you're drunk and by yourself this late, usually at least one of the brothers would be by your side. When you stirred in your sleep, blinking up at him with hooded eyes and whispering something under your breath, he had to lean in to properly hear you

✧"I wish you loved me,"

✧He froze. It's not something he expected to hear from you. It's a sudden but definitely a pleasant surprise, and he can't keep himself from smiling at the sudden admission of your feelings. He wished it was a little more grand though, rather than a drunken confession left hanging because you passed out as soon as you uttered the words. But he's not complaining. He knows now that you feel the same and as much as he wants to talk to you about it right now, he's sure you're tired and probably won't wake up til the next morning so he decides to let you sleep. You wouldn't mind if he slept next to you, right?

✧Simeon escorted you to Purgatory Hall when he saw you walking back by yourself. He seemed worried at how drunk you are, worrying if you could even find your way back to the house of lamentation safely when you nearly tripped on air. He brought you to his room, laying you on his bed. He sat on the edge of the bed and was about to text one of the brothers when he felt a tug on his clothes. For a moment you just stared at him, eyes squinting as if you're trying to make sure he's real and not just a figment of your imagination caused by the liquor in your system

✧"I wish you loved me,"

✧Now he hadn't expected that at all. But the desperation in your voice and the longing in your gaze silenced the doubts in his mind. He wasn't given enough time to react because you had fallen asleep as soon as you had admitted your true feelings. Smitten as he was, he still decided to let you rest. The rise and fall of your chest as you breathe brought him an odd sense of comfort, and as he brushes a strand of hair from your face, he can't help smiling at the prospect of finally being able to express his desire for you but that would have to wait until tomorrow

✧How you found yourself in Purgatory Hall and in front of Solomon's room eludes you. One moment you're enjoying yourself with friends and acquaintances, dancing and even taking a few shots, the next moment you're knocking on his door without a second thought

✧It takes Solomon a minute to respond, opening the door and expecting to see either Simeon or Luke but was surprised to see you instead. Though when he sees the glossed look in your eyes and when the scent of alcohol hits him, he immediately reaches out for you only to have you cling to him eagerly in your druken state

✧"I wish you loved me,"

✧It came out as a whisper, so softly spoken, your voice cracks near the end before passing out in his arms. Solomon is stunned as he lays you on his bed, to him druken words are sober thoughts. He'll talk to you about last night's incident the next day after taking care of your hangover. He finds it endearing, how you somehow found yourself wondering over to his door at such a late hour in your drunken stupor. As he lays beside you, Solomon watches you intently, perhaps mentally wishing for you to wake up and properly finish your confession

[ailawritesfics]

Hi there! I was wondering if you can do a request in Obey Me! where MC/Reader wants to motivate all of the brothers (separate) to get a higher score on the quizzes, so when they start studying Mc gives them a short kiss near the corner of the mouth and say "If you pass the quiz, I'll kiss you properly ;)" How would they react and what would they do? I really like how you write the characters, its honestly amazing and I hope you're doing well :DD

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳ 𝓜𝓒 𝓜𝓸𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓑𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓼

✎cw: fluff

✎I was just thinking about what to write and then I saw this. Thank you anon, this req is adorable! And thank you so much, I'm glad you like my writing!

✧Lucifer's grades are never a concern, the scores he gets on quizzes are good but you know he can do better. It took a bit of convincing before he agreed to study together for the upcoming quiz. He had to push back some tasks to make room in his busy schedule but he made it work.

✧He brought you to his office for your study session. Sitting side by side at hi desk, you both began revising for the test. The study session has just started but you already feel like you've accomplished a lot but then you notice Lucifer glancing back and forth between your notes and his paperwork. You ponder, what could you do to make Lucifer focus on revising for the test?

✧"If you pass the quiz tomorrow, I'll kiss you properly."

✧You did it without much thought, you kissed the corner of his lips and looked away from him just as quickly as you tell him you'll kiss him properly if he manages to pass the quiz tomorrow. He'd see it as a challenge, with your soft lips as the prize. He'll smirk at your flustered state, leaning closer to you and claim that he'll be sure to ace tomorrow's test just to feel your lips on his

✧True to his words, he calls you to his office the next day after he makes sure you've seen the results of the quiz. "Well? Are my scores satisfactory enough? I've shown you the fruits of my effort, now it's time for you to fufill your promise. I'm waiting, mc." He says with a smirk as he tilts your chin up to make you look at him

✧Mammon has never really liked studying. Even if he was forced to to pick up a textbook and read through it, it'll only take a minute or two before you'd find him scrolling through devilgram or akuzon. So when the results of the pop quiz came out, you weren't surprised to see a low score but you know Mammon could do better. He just needs a little motivation!

✧He wasn't all that thrilled when you offered to help him study but it was a chance to be alone with you so he agreed. It was difficult to get him to focus at first, always deviating from the topic and trying to convince you to just hang out with him

✧He couldn't stay put and kept rambling about how studying was a waste of time so you decided to motivate him in a different way since offering to help him one on one wasn't going to work. The moment your lips touched the corner of his, he froze and stared at you with wide eyes, flushing red allover

✧"If you pass the quiz tomorrow, I'll kiss you properly."

✧A moment of silence came after as Mammon processed what you just said. He then picked up the textbook he momentarily forgot and opened the page the two of you were reading earlier, suddenly motivated to study

✧"That's-- mc, ya' better keep your promise..! I'll make sure I pass the quiz so ya' better not back out when I do!" His blush darkened as he looked away from you in favor of focusing on the printed text. He tried to put in the effort to study but he'll still complain though

✧The next day, if he managed to get a passing score he'll immediately remind you of your promise to kiss him properly. Ever since then he'd ask you to study with him but when you both actually start studying he'll whine midway and tell you he needs a little motivation to continue

✧He loves his games. He probably spends more time playing than studying so when his scores suddenly dropped, you know you have to step in and help him lest he ends up getting scolded by Lucifer for neglecting his studies. You thought it'd do him well to use some of his spare time for studying rather than just playing his games and although it took a lot of effort to persuade him, he finally agreed to study with you for the upcoming quiz

✧Levi isn't all that thrilled to be studying but he's glad that he'll be spending the night alone with you. He complains and whines about the topics at first but as you start to explain how to solve each question, he started showing more interest than before but he still complains every now and then. You figured he'd do fine with tomorrow's quiz but you thought a little incentive might help motivate him to do better

✧"If you pass the quiz tomorrow, I'll kiss you properly."

✧The feeling of your lips on his skin made him jump in his seat, face flushing a deep shade of red as he looks at you with wide eyes. He stutters and stumbles over his words and it takes him a while to calm down. Once he overcomes the initial shock, he'll continue revising with you and going over the notes at least twice, motivated by your promise to kiss him on the lips if he achieves an acceptable score on the quiz

✧"I did it, I passed the test with high marks! S-so you have to keep your promise, mc." His voice unconsciously raises as he spoke and he turns his gaze sideways with a bright red tint ln his cheek. It took some time for him to build up the courage to say it to you but he's been waiting all night and day for a kiss from you. After that he may not say it directly, but he will purposely not give his all when studying and indirectly mention that he might need a little motivation to continue

✧Like Lucifer, Satan's scores are never a concern. For someone as knowledgeable as him, it'd be a surprise if he got a low score. So for the sake of the narrative, let's just say he somehow got an average score and one thing led to another and now you're helping him study for the next quiz. He says he doesn't need help because he'll do fine-- no, he says he'll do better --on the upcoming quiz

✧You know he'll do fine but a little revising would still prove to be worth his time. Though, despite his previous statement, he still stayed and skimmed over his notes but you notice how he seems disinterested which is unlike him. As the two of you sit beside each other on his bed with your notes in hand, you try to think of a way to motivate him to study and that's when you came up with an idea

✧"If you pass the quiz tomorrow, I'll kiss you properly."

✧The second you pulled back, you noticed how Satan flushed red and his eyes widen as he processed what you just did. The flustered expression was soon replaced with a smirk, however, as he reaches to caress your cheek

✧"Is that so? In that case, I'll study even harder to answer all the questions correctly if you keep your promise." He gives his all in revising the topics given by the professors and will occasionally remind you of your promise for when he inevitably pass with flying colors. Unsurprisingly, he appears before you to announce the results of the quiz the next day and waits for the kiss he's been wanting since last night

✧Asmo gives more focus to his appearance and his scores are often decent. He gives the bare minimum effort when it comes to his studies but as long as he doesn't fail a pop quiz then he thinks he has nothing to worry about. He may get average scores but you know he can do better if he just gives a little more effort and since Lucifer's pretty strict when it comes to his and his brothers' overall average scores

✧Convincing Asmo to study with you was surprisingly easy. You just had to mention that it would be a "one-on-one" study session and he already agreed to it. So here you are now, reciting formulas and equations while the 5th born sits beside you while painting his nails pink and teal. He keeps trying to get you to join him, to let him paint your nails as well because he apparently found a good color that he thinks would suit you. He clearly had no intention of studying so you tried to think of a way to motivate him to study

✧"If you pass the quiz tomorrow, I'll kiss you properly."

✧When you leaned towards him and quickly pecked the corner of his lips, he couldn't help but gasp and drop the nail file he was holding. He'd be so giddy and ask if you're really going to kiss him properly if he manages to pass the quiz tomorrow. He'll keep reminding you of your promise the whole night as you both try to study for the test

✧"I'll pass the quiz with flying colors so can't back out, hon!" He'll immediately come find you and remind you of what you promised him after the results come out. Like his 2nd eldest brother, he'll ask for your company to study but will whine not even halfway through and say he needs a little motivation to continue because studying is so tiring

✧Beel's scores are decent. Not the highest in class but definitely not the lowest. When you brought up the idea of studying together to get higher scores, he agreed almost immediately. You know he might not give it his all when revising but you know he'll at least try and focus on the topics you're going over so to try and get him to fully give his attention to studying, you thought of another way to motivate him aside from offering him food

✧"If you pass the quiz tomorrow, I'll kiss you properly."

✧A quick peck to the corner of his lips had him blushing lightly and all of a sudden he feels a different type of hunger consume him. You made him a promise and he'll be sure to fulfill his end. He makes an effort to study, trying to keep his mind from wondering off, all while munching on snacks you both prepared earlier

✧"I think I scored better than last time. Will you kiss me now, mc?" He'll come to you soon after finding out how he did and ask for you to give him his promised reward. He won't use the same excuse like some of his brothers, instead he'll just ask directly if you'll kiss him like last time if he does well on the next test

✧He has probably fallen asleep during tests before. He isn't the most enthusiastic when it comes to studying and would much rather give in to his sin than open a book or review his notes from his classes. You know he could get better scores, he just needed help so you took it upon yourself to tutor him

✧Convincing him to study with you took a bit of effort, and getting him to leave the comfort of his bed was even more difficult. When you finally managed to sit him down and crack open a book or two, you weren't surprised to see him leaning on to the desk and about to doze off not even five minutes in. When you were nearly about to give up, you suddenly thought of a way that may motivate him to focus on studying

✧"If you pass the quiz tomorrow, I'll kiss you properly."

✧Feeling your soft lips press on the corner of his surprised him enough to wash the sleepiness away. He stares at you for a moment with a light blush on his cheeks then he smirks, leaning his face on his arm as he leans his weight on the desk. "Is that so? I guess I'll have to put in the extra effort tonight to study if I want you to kiss me on the lips next time. You'll keep your promise, right? Hm, mc?"

✧He'll show up in your room the next day and clings to you, laying his head on your lap as the two of you lay on your bed and he reminds you of what you said last night. When you do kiss him, he has a satisfied expression and asks you to do it again. You gave him a good excuse so every now he'll drop by your room and says he needs help studying but he just stops halfway through and says if you kiss him then he'll take studying seriously

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✎yandere dabi

✎cw: yandere behavior, kidnapping, dubcon/noncon, penetration, use of slut/whore/doll, afab!reader, edging, use of toys

✎1.4k words

✎I haven't written anything in months so I'm trying to slowly get back into writing and who better to write for than this burnt mf

You had helped him a few times before. Every time the both of you crossed paths, Dabi always looked exhausted and on the brink of fainting. The faint smell of burning flesh wafted through the air, his movements uneven-- often limping --and yet he always wears that damn smirk no matter how bad of a state he's in. It didn't matter if his body temperature is exceeding what he can handle due to overusing his quirk, or if his burns continued to spread; he has you.

He has you to fix him. To heal him. Everytime he runs into you, purposely or accidentally, you always end up using your quirk on him. Whether it's out of pity or because of your naturally caring nature, you didn't know anymore nor did you care. He always seems to run to you whenever he gets hurt and you heal him in return with no questions asked; so why even bother questioning the logic behind these unplanned encounters?

You wish you did.

You didn't know better so you didn't question him whenever your paths collided. He's a villain, a very dangerous villain, you shouldn't be helping him. The obvious wanted posters and frequent news broadcast of him and his group's heinous acts should've been enough to make you turn the other way, to ignore him despite the worrisome state you'd always see him in. But how could you? He relied on you. He depended on your generosity. If you're being honest, you like it more than what you let on. Having someone acknowledge you and actually appreciate your help... Well, Dabi was never really vocal about his appreciation but he made up for his lack of verbal responses through his actions.

It started off simple. At first they were nothing more than fleeting touches, from tapping your cheeks to patting your head, but as time went on and your seemingly unplanned meetings became more and more frequent that you began to wonder if he had intentionally sought you out rather than a chance encounter, they soon turned to something more intimate. Hand holding, late night talks, and even the occasional make out sessions.

Is it serious? What you and Dabi have, your relationship... You had asked yourself multiple times what you are to each other but with how quickly he disappears soon after receiving your help, you think it might be nothing more than a fling. Your heart aches to think so but what could you do?

Dabi was sweet.

The Dabi you knew can be rough but he was also gentle in his own way. Despite how distant he acts, you can feel the affection in his fleeting touches so when he suddenly acted out of character, more cold and aggressive you didn't know what to do. You may be clueless of the reason but on his side, he blew up like a fuse.

He was sure that he had you, he was sure you were falling for him. Heck, you already made out with him so why, why in the world did you have to get a boyfriend? He exhausted his patience just because he didn't want you getting scared of him and running off and yet this is how you treat his effort? Was he not enough? Did you really see him as just a fling?

Even if you didn't, he didn't care anymore. He had to have you. You're either his or no one else's. He didn't want to have to resort to unethical means to have you by his side but you forced him.

Hearing your name come from another's lips had never made you feel so disgusted before. You shuddered, feeling Dabi's hot breath against your ear as he slowly pushed himself inside you.

You bit your bottom lip to stop yourself from wincing due to the stretch as your cunt made way for his cock. Dabi let out a groan when he bottomed out inside you, his tip kissing your cervix and making you tremble in his grip. He's big. You didn't need to see it to believe it, you're already feeling it. The way his cock stretched your walls is both painful and pleasurable. If he hadn't taken you against your will then maybe you'd actually enjoy these moments with him.

The hand on your waist tightened, the pads of his fingers heating up your skin under his touch whilst the other carelessly held a remote, controlling the vibrator he forced into your ass. The frequency of the vibrations were set to a low setting, you silently thanked him for it.

It seems that he's in a rather good mood tonight. If he weren't, you would've already been filled to the brim with his cum, vibrator stuck in your asshole and your cunt stuffed with a glass dildo to keep himself from leaking out of your abused hole. Though that didn't exactly bring you a lot of reassurance. When Dabi's in a good mood, he goes down one of two routes: raw, vanilla sex or fun with toys. Both ends with you getting creamed, and knowing Dabi.. Well, the word gentle isn't in his vocabulary.

Not anymore. Ever since he had chained you to his bed he's been everything but gentle towards you.

You flinched at his touch as his hand moved to caress your tear-stained cheeks, thumb ghosting across your skin and stopping once it reached just below your eye. He chuckles lowly, purposely shifting his hips. "Why are you crying? You got what you want, don't be a greedy whore."

The way his length moved within you made you gasp. You cursed at him in your mind, knowing full well that he moved on purpose with full intent on arousing you further. He positioned himself so his cock just barely grazed your sweet spot, driving you crazy. After keeping you captive for weeks and railing you every night since then, he knows your body more than you do by now; he likes to think so. The lack of friction is driving you mad and you hated it.

"Please.." You murmur, barely audible had Dabi not made violating your personal space a hobby.

"Please what?" He hums, "Use your words, doll. I won't know what you want if you won't tell me."

His tone is mocking. The way he stared back at you with hooded eyes and a smirk on his lips made you want to smack him upside the head, if only the rising desire and heat in your nether regions weren't a current problem.

You loathed having to resort to asking Dabi, of all people, to provide you reprieve when he was the cause of all of this. After edging you for hours on end, bringing you near the edge only to pull his fingers away, you've lost count of how many ruined orgasms he's caused.

And yet you relent, having been pushed to your limits and desperate for release. With stray droplets of tears falling down your cheeks, your pleas and whimpers were like music to Dabi's ears as you begged him to let cum, to ruin you and use you as he pleases.

Dabi's smirk remains as he basks in the satisfaction of having reduced you to a sobbing, begging mess from hours of edging and teasing. And he finally listens, pulling his hips back only to slam back into you over and over. He holds your legs and practically folds you in half in a mating press, driving his hips into yours with fervor.

The drag of his cock against your walls has you arching into him and your nails digging into his back, causing him to hiss in your ears.

After being denied an orgasm for who knows how long, your moans highten as you feel yourself reaching your high quickly. Your walls clamping down on Dabi's cock as you came hard, screaming his name as you came. 

 "Fuck, look at you-- s'that feel good, doll?" He laughs, watching you try to respond but can't form any coherent response aside from whimpers and choked sobs. "Have I fucked you dumb already? We barely even started."

His thrusts don't stop, only getting quicker as he leans back to admire how you look beneath him. You're in for a long night.

[ailawritesfics]

Just finished watching To Your Eternity. I was left emotionally destroyed. I sat down and told myself to watch a light-hearted anime, picked To Your Eternity thinking it was wholesome and ended up bawling my eyes out. Thanks :')

[ailawritesfics]

Hi! I saw the post of wanting to make Obey Me stuff and I had an idea. What one night after a long of partying MC who a little out of it hose to the brother she loves and knocks on their door to say “I wish you loved me” and passes out leaving the brother to figure out what to do with all this. I’m not sure if a good idea but it’s an idea. Thank you for reading this have a good day! ✨

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳ "𝓘 𝓦𝓲𝓼𝓱 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓭 𝓜𝓮"

✎cw: fluff, drunk confession, mentions of alcohol intake, gn!mc

✎notes: so sorry this took so long! Originally I was just going to write short HCs but decided against it and wrote drabbles instead. It became too long so I only wrote for the older brothers and Satan. For context, the scene below is "your/MC's POV", basically what happened before arriving at the brothers' rooms.

That was the plan, to silently sneak your way back in as to not alert the brothers and retreat to your room, yet for some reason you wandered further down the halls and found yourself standing outside his room.

Intoxicated and barely holding on to consciousness, you weren't sure what possessed you to raise your hand and bring your knuckles against the hard surface of his door. Whether it's liquid courage or an impulsive decision brought by bottled emotions of longing to the man on the other side of the locked door, you aren't quite sure. Though, one thing that you're certain of is the light creaking of metal hinges and the thin wood separating you from the one you desire swinging aside, revealing a familiar pair of eyes staring at your own with, at first, curiosity of who dared disturb him but quickly replaced by a look akin to delight upon seeing who stands before him.

Without much thought, the words you've been so desperately wanting to speak aloud slips past your lips with such ease that you're surprised it has taken you this long to say it...

"I wish you loved me.." You whispered so softly, barely audible, before passing out in his arms.

Lucifer is usually still awake at this hour, sitting behind his desk and buried under mountains of paperwork he has yet to touch. When he heard a knock from the other side of the door he immediately assumed it was you since you're the only one who ever dares disturb him while he's working this late. A smile quickly graces his lips. He might not admit it to you, or to anyone else for that matter, but recently he has been looking forward to your late night visits.

The way you would poke your head through the gap, checking to see if it's safe to enter, though still barging in regardless, and talking him into taking a quick break and sometimes even offering to give him a massage which he declined more often than he indulged you. Something about the way you always seemed concerned for his well being, always making up excuses to stay with him a bit longer, he finds it all endearing. The effort you put into brewing him coffee, making sure he's able to rest for a little while, and keeping him company through the night, he appreciates all of it. He might not verbally convey it to you just yet but it's true, he just hopes his actions are enough to disclose his feelings for now.

He shifts in his seat, and carefully runs his fingers through his hair to tame it to look a little more presentable. He won't deny it, he's sure the strain of stress is showing on his face from the accumulated workload he has to work through. It doesn't help that Mammon has once again dug an even deeper grave for himself and left him to clean up his younger brother's mess, so much for the second born's new strategy to get himself out of debt. Mammon might be his favorite brother but there's only so much he can take of Mammon's idiocy and inability to work through problems without inevitably creating a new one before they both come to share the same hair pigment.

A sigh left Lucifer's lips at the thought. Putting it aside for now, seeing you might ease his stress and the tension in his muscles. Speaking of, why hadn't you entered yet? Were your hands full at the moment? He recalls the last time you had come by with your hands full, grasping on to a tray of desserts and a tea set that was so heavy you couldn't let go of one end in fear of dropping everything. Perhaps it's the same case this time, and you're worried you'd accidentally drop what you had brought. No need to fret, he'll open the door for you.

The chair screeches against the floor, pushed aside and discarded as he makes his way towards the door in long strides. He wastes no time in swinging it open, ruby eyes lighting up the moment they caught sight of you standing before him.

Any words of greeting he was about to say is forgotten as soon as those five words left your lips, "I wish you loved me..." It takes him a minute to react, catching your unconscious body by the waist before you fall on the cold, hard floor and holding you close to him. Did he hear you right? Did you mean what you said or was it the alcohol talking? You did smell strongly of booze, he would have to scold you for drinking and staying out this late but that's something to worry about for tomorrow, for now he's focused on your sudden, but definitely welcome, confession.

From the way you said it, it sounds as if you've been holding back for so long, desperate to convey your true feelings towards the avatar of Pride. Evident by the crack in your voice, the tremble in your lips, and the desperation in your tone. Had he not given you his undivided attention, he would have missed such a bittersweet confession and he can't imagine how horrible of an outcome that would have been. A smile quickly found its way on his face, a sense of pride swelling in his chest at the thought of you choosing him instead of one of his brothers.

Carrying you to his bed, he gently lays you on the mattress, careful as to not accidentally disturb your slumber. He pulls the covers up to your abdomen, watching you fondly as you lay vulnerable before him. He lightly traces his fingertips against your cheek, featherlight touches ghosting over your skin as the reality of the situation finally settles in. You had confessed to him, personally in front of his room, albeit at an odd hour.

"If only you had told me sooner." A silent thanks to a wish he hoped would come true, he leans down to lightly peck your forehead as a sign of affection he longed to show you one day. "I would tell you how I truly feel about you but I'll save that for when you awaken. I can already see the kind of expression you'd make. I imagine it'll be quite adorable."

Chuckling in amusement at the mental image of your flushed face, he decides to take a quick break from his work in favor of getting a few hours of well deserved rest beside you. A whole week's worth of work was finished in less than a day, he deserves to get some rest after all the overtime work he's done.

He lays down under the covers, laying on his side and facing you. "You're a handful, MC. Troublesome and reckless, and incredibly nosy, but I can't deny that it's all part of your charm. I just wish you'd act a little more responsible at times... Though, your impulsive recklessness did produce good results for once."

You looked ethereal in his eyes, perfect in every way possible, despite the fact that you currently strongly smelt of human world alcohol. He'll have to take time out of his day tomorrow for a discussion with the person who brought you alcohol, of course you aren't off the hook either, but for now he'll let it slide. The inevitable hangover you'll have tomorrow is punishment enough. Don't worry, he'll be there beside you the whole time but don't expect to leave his room without a stern scolding about drinking responsibly.

On the nights he stays up contemplating about life and the things he'd done recently and in the past, Mammon usually fails to notice the hours pass by, too caught up on reminiscing instead of getting some sleep. On these nights he wishes you were beside him to help him rest, to whisper sweet nothings in order to distract him from focusing on intrusive thoughts, and help him realize his worth unlike his brothers who criticize almost anything and everything he does. Your soft voice and caring touch is all he craves, to feel your hands around him as you lull him to sleep.

Sometimes he'd wonder if his fantasies would ever come true, if you would willingly let him indulge in his daydreams and if you did, would you want it just as much as him? Just thinking about it made his cheeks feel warm.

In his sleep deprived state, he continues to restlessly toss and turn in his bed. An echoing knock resonating from his door startled him, making him sit upright. The familiar instinct of running away and hiding kicked in, afraid that it might be Lucifer standing on the other side, scrambling off the bed and tangling his limbs in the covers in a panic and causing him to fall over the edge of the mattress, landing face first on the floor.

He groaned loudly in pain, pushing himself on to his back as he caresses his face in his hands. It didn't hurt as much as one of Lucifer's punishments but it sure as hell did a number on him. He's sure it'll leave a mark, not a very visible one though. He makes a mental note to cover it up with foundation before showing up for breakfast tomorrow lest he wants his brothers to make fun of him even more than they already do.

Whether begrudgingly or willingly, he quickly found himself standing at the door way, knob in hand and eyes wide upon seeing you at his door at such an odd hour. There were times where you would visit him late at night but never this late.

"I wish you loved me..."

Perhaps it was the lack of sleep, the fatigue in his body that clouded his senses, but the look in your eyes and the desperation in your voice had proved him wrong. He hadn't misunderstood, you meant what you said, a confession of longing for your feelings to be reciprocated by the man you love, who's currently standing before you in a disheveled state.

Before Mammon could react, you had already fallen unconscious in his arms, leaving the confession hanging in the air without further explanation. The 2nd born isn't sure how to handle the onslaught of emotions, his thoughts running a mile a minute and his heart pounding erratically in his chest as he pondered over your sudden admission. Did you really mean it?

The words echoed in his mind continuously even after he had placed you on his bed and sat at the edge. "Dammit, mc," He ran a hand down his flushed face, his usual talkative tone returning after finally calming down. He had more or less processed what happened but still coming to terms with the fact that you had reciprocated his feelings, although you didn't exactly give him a chance to respond.

Despite that, he's happy with how things turned out, though he would've been much happier had you not passed out in his arms right after confessing. Shifting on the bed, Mammon moves until he's hovering over you, using his forearms to prop him up. He can feel your light breath fanning across his face, cheeks tinted with a soft blush and although the scent of alcohol was strong, he didn't mind as long as he can be close to you. He caresses your cheek in one hand, he almost can't believe how soft your skin feels under his touch.

"Mc," It slips past his lips with ease, your name never felt foreign on his tongue. He grumbles under his breath, still a little annoyed at how you had left him to process by himself. "Why? Why'd ya' haf'ta go and pass out right after confessin'? Ya' can't just spring that on people and expect 'em to-- just-- ya can't, you hear me?"

He stays silent for a moment before pressing your foreheads together, closing his eyes. He he takes a minute to relish in the fact that he's free to do so now. The hand still gently cradling your face slowly moves lower, his thumb barely grazing your bottom lip. The featherlight touch of his finger made you hum in your sleep, unconsciously leaning into his touch, the action had a smile tugging at his lips. He lowers himself until his lips press on to yours, he applies just enough pressure so he won't accidentally wake you up.

It ended as quickly as it started, he's not satisfied but he wants you awake so he can feel you kissing him back. He would have to wait a handful of hours which makes him a little mad, wanting nothing more than to kiss you, but for now he'd settle for a quick peck. Settling down beside you on the bed, he throws an arm over your waist and pulls you close to his body before letting slumber take over. Tomorrow can't come soon enough.

Leviathan sometimes found it difficult to fall asleep, especially after consecutive days of staying up til the wee hours of the morning just to finish a new game he bought from Akuzon. The nights he has trouble falling asleep were either spent gaming or rewatching episodes of his favorite anime, however, he didn't feel like doing anything tonight, as surprising as that is. Rarely does he experience nights where he only has energy to idly swipe through photos on his gallery, reliving past experiences in his mind in an attempt to lull himself to sleep.

It seems tonight is another one of those nights. Where his body is fatigued but his mind is wide awake. The adrenaline of the shooter game he had stayed up all night playing for the past couple of days is still in his system, his fingers lightly trembling and still remembering the anxiousness of when he faced off with a player who's skill is way above his own. A fierce match where only one would come out victorious, Levi was determined to win at all costs.

He emerged as the victor in the end, a feat worth celebrating for him. He had thrown his fist in the air, his upper body turning to face the bean bag situated on his right with a grin only to falter when he sees no one there. Right, it's 3am, of course you're not gonna be with him in his room. It's fine, he can celebrate by himself! Sadly, the euphoria didn't last long, diminishing as quickly as it had came and leaving him with an odd sense of loss despite winning the round. He sighs. If you had been beside him, he wouldn't have to experience this feeling. He lays on his back, hands splayed on either side of his body and closes his eyes for a moment.

A knock on the other side of his door startles him. Tilting his head upward, he blinks at the door in slight confusion. Who would swing by his room at this hour? Other than Lucifer, no one else would go out of their way to visit him at roughly 3 in the morning, well, you perhaps but you'd only do that if you had a reason to. Suddenly standing upright, Levi rushes to the door immediately, almost tripping over his own feet in the process.

He swings the door open only to come face to face with the person he wanted to see. A smile quickly finds its way on his lips, eyes lighting up upon seeing you standing in front of him. He was just about to usher you in his room, eager to have you all to himself at this late hour, when your choice of words made him stop in his tracks. It's impressive how a mere five words from you had managed to make him malfunction, mind blank, face flushed red, eyes wide and mouth agape at your sudden confession of love towards him.

"I wish you loved me..."

"Y-yo-you-- w-what?! H-huh??? I must be hearing things from the lack of sleep, ri-right? You didn't really say that you- you love me?" Embarrassment, is that what he's feeling? No, that shouldn't be right. Why is he embarrassed when he's not the one confessing his feelings?

The redness of his cheeks and his frantic attempts to convince both you and himself that you misspoke made the situation a lot more complicated than it was supposed to be. Had you been in the right state of mind, you would have already teased him for acting as such but with the alcohol still in your system, all you could do is silently wobble on your feet which only caused Levi to panic even further, your lack of response only worsening the confrontation.

Before he can form a cohesive thought, you stumbled forwards and fell right on top of him. The sudden impact of your body crashing against his made him stumble on his own feet, causing for the two of you to fall in a heap of tangled limbs on the floor. Any words spoken after fell upon deafened ears as you quickly fell asleep despite the awkward position you're both in. Had Levi not been malfunctioning at that moment, he would have registered how you subtly clung to him unconsciously and softly hummed. It took more than a handful of minutes before he gained the courage to move you off of him, gently prying off your arms and sitting upright, eyes darting anywhere but on you. With his face as flushed red, he couldn't muster the courage to even glance at you despite you being unconscious.

All he could manage was shutting the door with his foot and covering his face with his hands. Hundreds of thoughts plagued his mind but none of them were coherent enough to voice out, though even if he did speak you wouldn't be able to hear him anyway. He replayed your words over and over in his head, the blush on his cheeks becoming darker the more he does so, yet no matter how many times he recalls it, he still can't make himself believe that it actually happened.

As if he were put under a spell, the second his eyes lands on your sleeping face all thoughts leave his mind and all he could do is silently stare. The trance is broken not a minute later and he's back to freaking out internally. Although his mind is a mess, he knows one things for certain, he will have to give you an answer when you wake up. He needs to. How could he not when you mustered the courage to say the words he wanted to say but couldn't.

Late night reading is a hobby Satan enjoys. The silence when everyone else has gone to bed, though at times may feel lonely, feels like a comforting embrace for him in an odd way. He doesn't mind the loud, boisterous laughter, and the usual yells and banter from the House Of Lamentation's residents, however there are times where he seeks solace in the absence of it all. As he sits on the floor surrounded by heaps of leather bound books, rays of moonlight shining through the thin glass of the only visible window, he basks in the silence and familiarity of the sight.

The musty scent of old books had long since etched itself into the corners of his room, despite how others would negatively comment about it he finds it welcoming, calming even. It's a scent he finds familiar, an aroma he wouldn't find anywhere else but in his room or in the library he frequents.

All too often Satan becomes too engrossed in the books he reads, what was meant to be a quick late night reading turns into an all nighter and only when the sounds of chatter and footsteps echo outside his door does he realize how long it has been since he picked up the book. Although he makes an effort to do it less, he can't help it if the book is too good to put down. Though, it seems tonight he can't seem to find a good one. He has piles upon piles of leather bound books surrounding him, yet not a single one piqued his interest.

He scans the sea of literature occupying the space of his room once more in a last attempt to find something worthwhile. A familiar book catches his eye, the same one he read to you the last time you spent time together. A novel that told the story of a young prince seeking for an old friend who he thought have gone missing only to realize she went into hiding to escape her pursuers. A tale filled with adventure and potential romance, full of cliches and overused tropes. It's not the type of novel he would usually read, though he had picked it out because he thought you would like it.

The book felt light in his hands, it's not too thick but not too thin either. He contemplates reading the novel again, it won't take long to read through it in one sitting and it would be nice to recall your reactions on certain scenes you either found odd or interesting, or scenes you said were the most memorable despite the overuse of romcom tropes. He still recalls which lines made you smile, the dialogue that made you laugh, and he especially can't forget how you smiled so fondly at him, how your eyes held adoration as they stared into his own when he finished reading out the last line of the book.

He holds the book in one hand and pulls himself up with the other, deciding to continue his late night reading on his bed. Before he could settle down on the mattress, a resounding knock from the other side of his door caught his attention. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips, realizing who might be standing in the hall waiting for him to answer the door. Other than you, no one else would pay him a visit at such an odd hour. Although you usually notified him beforehand, there were times where you'd drop by unannounced and he has no qualms with a late night visit so long as he gets to spend time with you.

"I wish you loved me..."

It all happened too quickly. One moment he's holding the door open with a smile, the next you're passed out in his arms after a sudden confession of your feelings. In the absence of his brothers' racket, your voice sounded deafening in his ears. He takes a moment to process what he just heard, trying to wrap his head around the fact that you had just told him you love him and wished he reciprocated your feelings.

You had just said the words he wanted to hear, though it didn't go how he expected it to he's still glad that it happened. He shifts to the side to close the door and carries your unconscious body towards the bed, gently laying you over the mattress. He worries he might accidentally wake you up so he tries to move slowly, pressing his left against the edge of the bed whilst using his right hand to adjust the pillow under your head, it'd be bad if you woke up with a sore neck tomorrow. He was about to pull back and leave you be when you shifted in your sleep and grabbed hold of his wrist with one hand.

The action catches him off guard. He isn't sure if you're awake or if it's an unconscious response, but the thought that you didn't want him to leave made his heart skip a beat. He chuckles softly, "How can I leave when you're clinging to me like so?"

Despite the late hour and the strong scent of alcohol coming from you, Satan couldn't be happier. The words he longed to hear have finally been said, although he's a bit upset that he wasn't given the chance to respond to your confession. He knows he can tell you how he truly feels once you arouse the next day so for now he'll gladly oblige with your request and keep you company. Laying down on his side, he silently admires your appearance.

"I should've said something sooner..." His spoke softly, voice barely audible as he brings his hand to your cheek, gently pushing back locks of hair from your eyes, "...then maybe you wouldn't have had to resort to alcohol to gain the courage to confess."

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Not me buying 4 DLCs for OL and not knowing how to add it in the game files...

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This isnt a request but do u think moon would feel a lil guilty bc of the way he treats the darling? Also I think Sun would probably (maybe) go ape shit if he found out moon hurts their darling especially if darling didn't even do anything wrong/disobeyed them. Well fuck now I think moon would manipulate sun into thinking that darling did something wrong man-

Considering how Moon treats his darling, unless they've been together for a long time or he did something even he considers overboard, then he would feel a little guilty about it but will be reluctant to show it. He's not as attached as Sun is so it'd take a long while before he shows remorse or guilt. He was influenced by Sun's emotions/feelings towards their darling. How Moon feels about his darling is vastly different from how Sun feels because he wasn't the one who fell for them. He was only influenced by his counterpart. He feels the same longing to have their darling by his side but he doesn't share the same sentiment as Sun.

If Sun ever finds out that Moon hurts their darling, I imagine they'd have a big argument about it. Regardless if it's only a minor wound or a serious injury, Sun will confront him and remind him that their darling is fragile and can easily get hurt. Remember the stars Sun gives? Moon will use that to his advantage. He will definitely manipulate Sun into thinking that their darling was in the wrong and deserved their punishment, and Moon will make Sun believe it's partly his fault their darling was punished because he didn't take better care to discipline them.

Moon is a bastard.

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“It’s all about perspective” by titsay