#Being able to move after laying paralyzed for so long is also going to be hard

[sa1808fi]

I have a soft spot for aus where Emmet is found before he gets out of Undar and goes on his whole villain arc.

But I do think that the way he reacts after being rescued will heavily depend on when during those 5 years he ends up being found.

Around 1 year, he's probably going to bounce back pretty quickly. Sure it still hurts to think about how long he was in Undar, and all the things he saw, but his friends still found him! They didn't abandon him! He just won't think about any of the horrifying discoveries he made there.

Year 2 is similar to 1, it's just that now, the knowledge of the world of the man upstairs will weigh more heavily on him.

So along with the longer sad and depressive episodes he has, he's also going to be spilling a lot of out-of-pocket facts about the real world that'll confuse everyone around him.

Year 3 is when he's starting to lose hope at being found, so when his doubts at being found are destroyed, he's going to start off ecstatic. Emmet is going to run around Syspocalypstar as soon as he can, trying to absorb all of the new information with the same enthusiasm the 'old' Emmet would have.

And then a week later all of his trauma from Undar is going to hit him out of nowhere, and because he's scared Lucy and the others will leave him because now he's 'damaged', Emmet is going to try and push all of it down.

Of course that doesn't end well, and then he just ends up spending a lot of the time quiet and miserable, fearing that one wrong move will leave him abandoned and isolated again.

Year 4- oh ho- yeah this is where the rage at how his friends treated him starts. He's had 4 years now to look back on his life, so all of the mistreatment is going to stand out very clearly.

Being saved after 4 years is going to feel like a dream to Emmet, so he will spend around a week to so getting used to just existing out of Undar.

Once he fully processes that the people who treated him like he was replaceable actually did come back for him,he's going to avoid the heck out of all of them.

The memories of how easily they seemed to move on with their lives is still fresh in his mind, so coming back to reality and seeing how easily they expect him to go back to 'normal' is... infuriating to say the least.

And then we have Year 5. Where he is a mix of angry and sad, and constantly about to have a meltdown of some kind. I think even after being saved, this is when he's going to resemble Rex the closest.

Emmet has now had 5 years to stew in all of the knowledge of how his world really works, and 2 years to let that anger take root. No one's gonna have a good time.

He's going to spend a lot of time just staring at everyone, more or less sizing them up and trying to figure out why it took 5 years to find him. Any attempts to make him feel better is just met with blank stares or calculating gazes.

Emmet is not used to all of the comfort his friends are giving him, he was the one that would provide the comfort, but having them do it feels wrong. So what does he do? He blocks them out and spends time by himself, trying to gain his footing after all that has happened.

Though- regardless of when he is saved, the boy is going to have so. much. trauma.

It's the later years where he clashes with his friend the most, because that's when the betrayal and results of his isolation really hit him like a train.

On one hand, you have a man who's been put through hell and back, and is expected to act the same way he was before his whole worldview crumbled.

On the other hand, you have a group of friends who really want their friend back and want to treat him better than they used to, because they had to experience life with him gone and found it awful.

It's not a good combonation.

[anthonysstupiddailyblog]

Anthony’s Stupid Daily Blog (433): Wed 24th May 2023

I saw on Yahoo News this morning that a paralyzed man has regained the ability to walk thanks to a breakthrough new device implanted in his brain which can transport thoughts to his thoughts to the legs, bypassing the damaged parts of his spinal column. This was obviously wonderful news which is increasingly rare in todays age of war, poverty and Piers Morgan. Hopefully this means that not only people who have been paralyzed not just due to injury but diseases like motor neurone will be able to walk again. I wonder if they can create a similar device for me that will inform my neck that I successfully had an operation to remove the herniated disk and so it should be FUCKING UNCOMFORTABLE ANYMORE!

Today was another sunny day so I went out into the garden and started reading the next Edgar award winner: The Bottoms by Joe R Lansdale. This is about a small town sheriff who feels guilt over an innocent black man being lynched for a murder. Even though the book wasn't really rocking my boat I can't deny I was in heaven with the sun beaming down on me after seven long months of huddling under two blankets trying to stop my toes going numb from frostbite. I'm never happier than when I'm in the sun reading a book or listening to a podcast. I love being English because it means I have access to the NHS (which is a still a thing at the time of writing) but I also hate it because of the fucking weather. There must be somewhere that's nice and sunny all the time but also has universal healthcare that I can move to. Saudi Arabia maybe? That would be the perfect weather to sit and read a book, although the only book I'd probably be permitted to read would be "1000 Reasons Why Saudi Arabia Is Great and Definitely Not a Totalitarian Country" but that would almost certainly be a step up from anything by Dick Francis.

I had Luna today and she insisted we go to the park. They have one of those swings where the kid can spin around while also swinging back and forth and despite my warnings that we should let up because doing it for too long might make her nauseous Luna insisted that I press ahead and didn't get off for about ten minutes. As predicted the second she got off she said she felt sick and we had to go home with me leading her by the hand and her wobbling around like a drunken horse might. For the rest of the day I was scared that she was going to puke all over the place but luckily she decided that she was tired and so lay on top of me and had a little nap while I watched the TV which was nice. In future if I can't get to sleep I'll nip down to the park and twirl around on that swing for a while and see if that tires me out.

[rose-9906]

Finding Dream

Chapter One - Endless Dream

Words - 678

Notes - What do we think? It’s a little different. Do you guys want chapter two? Comment and let me know. Hope you Enjoy. :)

The Book

Photo Credit To Owner

I met a man once. He changed the world. Or at least mine. After meeting him I was in an endless dream. A beautiful, wonderful, marvelous, dream. With an endless library in a castle and a breathtaking garden surrounding it. I would roam the halls of the castle, which resided on a hill; or walk the path that led to the stream in the woods. I was able to pet the deer and the wolves. There was a balcony, at the very top of the castle in the tallest tower. There was a bench there where I would occasionally read. A raven landed next to me sometimes, resting in my lap as I read my book. Sometimes I would talk to the raven, he would tell me stories about many different things, sometimes making them up, sometimes telling me about other people’s lives. Other times I would read him a chapter of my book. Sometimes I would go into the little town near the castle, and he would follow me there; resting on my shoulder as I shopped in the market, or sat in a small coffee shop and drank tea. He would sometimes help me pick flowers for the dining table back at the castle. We would go back to the castle and exchange the new flowers with the old, decaying ones. The castle was mostly dark colors, so the flowers brighten the palace up. I would go to the kitchen, Matthew still following me. We would talk as I made dinner, sometimes I would also bake an apple pie. After setting the table I would send Matthew to find Morpheus. He would come in moments later, greeting me with a passionate kiss. He would help me set the table. Which was extremely long for just two people, so we would just both sit in the middle. We would begin eating, I would listen as he told me about his day. He never spoke for long. He would then ask me about my day. He already knew everything, it was always the same, plus he was always watching. Still, he listened as I told him every little detail. After we finished dinner, we would lay in bed, just sitting in each other's presence. He would hold me, or lay his head on my lap, on a good day letting me play with his hair. He would fall asleep far before me, although I never really fell asleep. I mostly rested my eyes and listened to his breathing. Since I never slept, I always awoke first, gently playing with his hair till he woke. We would start our day, going our separate ways, after a goodbye kiss. Repeating everything the same as previous. Until one day I did fall asleep, after three years of being awake, I slept. I had an astonishing dream, yet it was terrifying to wake up. It was dark all around me. I lay there, paralyzed, before slowly sitting up. It was harder than normal. My eyes adjusted to the darkness and I realized I was in a hospital room. But not like the one in the castle, this was different. I saw a bell on the table beside the bed and rang it. Moments later doctors came rushing in. My breath grew heavy, it was getting harder to breath, I reached for Morpheus but he wasn't there. I was alone with strangers, in an unfamiliar room. The lights shot on and I couldn't see for a moment. I tried to speak but my mouth didn't move. I swallowed but my throat was dry, scratchy. It hurt. I tried to call for help, for someone to tell me something, anything, I just needed someone to talk to me. One of the doctors noticed my panic and came over to me. She placed her hands on my shoulders, leaning down to match her eyes with mine. “Mam? Mam can you hear me?” I gave her a small nod, “Good, can you speak?” I shook my head. “Mam, you've been in a coma; for three years.”

[astrologyandlife]

29° and 0° in astrology

the 29th and 0 degrees are said to be "critical" degrees in astrology, meaning that anything sitting in these degrees have a special influence on its expression and impact on the rest of the chart. so, i thought it would be a good idea to explore these two degrees and what they could mean for you guys!

part i: the 29th degree

the 29th degree is the very last degree of any zodiac sign. it is said to be the anaretic degree. here, the most difficult challenges related to the placement in question are presented, as everything else has been mastered. there is also a sense of inevitability with this placement. this is often marked by a turning point in the individual’s life.

sun – the ego and identity are strong, but there could be external circumstances that don’t allow the individual to express themselves in a completely authentic or transparent way. they must reconcile who they are inside with how they act. at times, they feel like an imposter, or like they are selling out to others. they know who they are, but do other people? this feeling that something is physically blocking them from existing impacts every action they take. they must figure out what is holding them back from complete self-expression and give themselves permission to be themselves in spite of this.

moon – this is where the most complex, desolate emotions a person can feel lie—the kinds of emotions that make you think nobody could possibly understand your experience. as a result, there is a profound sense of isolation and a difficulty integrating their emotional experiences into their self-expression. this only increases the intensity of the emotions, creating many situations of turbulence. sometimes the individual ends up completely blocking their emotions off to cope. only by facing their emotions head-on can they assuage these feelings and achieve a balanced state.

mercury – there is a tendency to get stuck in vicious cycles involving self-doubt and overthinking here. as a result, they sabotage their own efforts to make good decisions and communicate clearly. even a genius can make a fool out of himself. there can be this issue where they overthink sometimes and don’t think enough other times. they have this nagging feeling that they are missing some piece of information that is undiscovered or concealed from them. the final lesson is to trust the knowledge and experience they have to make the right decision.

venus – a profound sense of loneliness is pervasive throughout their life, as though every relationship they could have now would be empty and devoid of true connection. it’s entirely possible for these individuals to have trust issues, fall into unhealthy patterns in their relationships, and avoid intimacy. perhaps there is a part of themselves who feels they are unlovable in some way, or there is this one thing wrong with them, which they must forgive completely, the same way they would forgive and love another person.

mars – a desperation to act conflicts with a lack of confidence in their capability to do so. often this leads to them being frozen in the headlights like a deer, thinking, I have to do something but what if it’s wrong? the balance between too much and too little is blurred, leading to inconsistency and turbulence in their lives. they often end up in situations where they are forced to make snap decisions. re-calibrating their approach to conflict and matching their energy to the situation will relieve this problem.

jupiter – without thinking, these individuals over-indulge and rely on their luck and natural talents in some way. they want more of something, and it’s almost as though there is no satisfaction through receiving it. there is both a sense of hollowness and complacency that permeates as a result, and they forget how to materialize success through their own efforts. to remedy this, they must seek out growth, exploration, and expansion in its purest sense, to open their minds to a higher being or knowledge.

saturn – restrictive patterns are almost always the issue here. these individuals deprive them of something in their lives, not allowing even a moment of pleasure or reprieve from the overwhelming sense of responsibility they feel. external circumstances, especially in early life, have placed an undue burden on them, in some cases leading them to do anything to escape any responsibility placed on them later in life. to fix this, they have to let go of the guilt and fear they feel to give themselves back their agency.

uranus – how can they move forward? where is there to go that hasn’t been gone to before? in the same way that the sun in this degree struggles to find true authenticity in this liminal space, so too do these individuals struggle to find progression. somewhere they got stuck and stopped embracing their own unique qualities, which has made it impossible for them to then accept anything else. the final turning point here is to open their mind completely, to embrace entirely the open possibilities of the world.

neptune — this is the deepest recesses of this planet, where material reality as we know it does not even exist. at its most extreme, these individuals find it hard to live in this world because reality is simply too harsh for them in some way. escapism exists in its most extreme form, and the subconscious is too influential. and so, they need to escape themselves. here, the power has been given to a force that is not the individual, but rather something external to them. the task is to give this power back to the conscious individual, to escape the dream they have created for themselves and return to reality.

pluto — here, the complete death has occurred for the person. they have experienced the transformation, the change, and the end of the cycle. perhaps they have experienced in many times in their life. but the last stage hasn’t occurred yet. they become stuck before the rebirth stage, unable to complete the process. thus, the same situation happens over and over, re-opening wounds. the final turning point is to accept the change and open themselves up completely to renewal, to move on for good. lay it to rest.

part ii: the 0 degree

in contrast, the 0 degree is the very first degree of any zodiac sign. this is where the traits of the sign are most clearly and cohesively expressed, and also where there is the most to learn. you express this placement in a very raw, almost untouched way.

aries – there is a childlike innocence and naivete here, as well as an exaggerated impatience and sense of urgency. they feel that there is no time to wait. strong desire to be first and be a leader, even if they don’t know how to be one. there’s almost like a reckless quality to them. extremely assertive to a point of being hostile when others tell them what to do.

taurus – they are stubborn and fixed to the point of being unable to budge. it’s essentially impossible to stop the momentum once they’ve started, and they’re in it for the long haul. they can get stuck in their thinking and behavior patterns, doing the same thing over and over. absolutely must have stability and security in situations or they won’t commit.

gemini – absolutely no tolerance for boredom or lack of activity. they have to be doing something at all times, and often more than one thing. they’re extremely scattered. their curiosity drives them and they’re always asking questions or trying to learn more. they are constantly taking in information and changing their mind, never able to “settle.”

cancer – sensitive and emotional to the point where they can’t hide their feelings. here, there is someone who is very shy, cautious, and puts a protective shell around themselves. they have an intuition that is spot-on. very needy and moody. plays the role of caregiver and can be seen as a motherly figure. empathy is turned up all the way.

leo – they are completely self-focused and wants to be the center of attention. they want people’s eyes on them at all times, and they know how to light up a room. natural actors and tend toward being extremely dramatic. there is a sense of complete confidence in their abilities and pride in themselves. they refuse to settle for less than what they believe they deserve.

virgo – devoted to the service of others, typically in the form of providing feedback, criticism, and a helping hand. very critical and vocal about imperfections. they have an eye for detail that is unmatched. any form of disorganization or chaos is distressing to them, and they have highly specific routines and rituals. mind is constantly running to analyze and process information.

libra – cannot be alone whatsoever, and they are constantly seeking out connections with others. they are a complete pushover and seek out compromise in every situation. there is a desire to always seem agreeable and likeable. they often find themselves mediating for others, and there is an extreme need for harmony and balance. indecisive to the point of being paralyzed/hurt.

scorpio – the most private you’ll ever meet, and it’s impossible to get information out of them. feels the need to keep everything to themselves. has tons of secrets. they are super obsessive and will latch on to things quickly. needs control or to feel powerful in any situation. constantly on the defensive and trying to psychoanalyze the situation.

sagittarius – have an attitude of “it will all work out, don’t worry” even when they should be worrying. it’s impossible to tie down or get them to settle, because they have an intense need for freedom at all times. blindly faithful and optimistic. have a tendency to do things completely spontaneously. can feel claustrophobic when unable to freely act.

capricorn – absolutely rooted in tradition, even to the point of being narrow-minded. they constantly have to be going after success or achievement. the sense of responsibility is always present, which can lead to feelings of guilt or failure. an old soul from the beginning. a sense of “I have to get this right and prove myself” in anything they do.

aquarius – always has to be moving forward and making progress. extreme quirks are very possible here. highly open-minded and non-judgmental, and almost nothing surprises/shocks them. a savant, genius, or revolutionary. always at odds with figures of authority or traditionalists. a humanitarian to the extreme. they are ahead of their time.

pisces – hyper-sensitive to subtle influences and can be very spiritual or superstitious as a result. there’s an ever-present need to escape in some way, and they usually and have vivid imagination/rich fantasies. there can be a sense of directionlessness or shapelessness. the ultimate chameleon.

sun - feels the need for validation of who they are from others, projects a ton of confidence that they may not really have, very performative and forthright in expression. moon - often blindsided by their emotions, has difficulty realizing their needs and wants, less polished about handling their feelings. mercury - always curious and wants to know more, may present as a know-it-all or assert authority over topics, venus - loves the newness of relationships, craves connection and romance, wants to be well-liked by others, rejection is hard for them. mars - always in "go" mode, lots of energy and motivation, can be quick to anger or rile up, ends up in dangerous situations a lot. saturn - inherently assumes responsibility, has to learn lessons multiple times, tries to be disciplined and fails often. jupiter - lots of faith and optimism, definitely naive at heart, open to new experiences and chances for growth. uranus - has a lot of small quirks, open-minded and progressive, has a mindset of wanting to keep moving forward. neptune - rich imagination and a love for fantasy, feels directionless or like the possibilities are endless. pluto - may struggle with changes or transformations, lots of growth ahead of them, a strong presence that is very raw.

finally, i'd like to link some resources for further reading:

· https://www.astro.com/astrology/aa_article190801_e.htm (my favorite--super in-depth and peer-reviewed/published!)

· https://advanced-astrology.com/anaretic-degree/

· https://www.astrologyweekly.com/blog/29-degrees-the-anaretic-degree/

[bakubros-boo-thang]

Disrespected Devil

Wordcount: -4K

Lucifer x F!Reader

Summary: When you disrespect the demon king, Lucifer is forced to say goodbye to you.

Genre: Angst, smutt, slight fluff, but tbh just angst

A/N: So another first. Not only my first time writing for the Obey me fandom (I have a major Obey me brain rot), but also my first time writing angst and I felt depressed after finishing this (which I did a second ago). I love Diavolo, but I needed a reason for the goodbye to happen so even if his dad is the villain, he is the one to execute it... Hope you enjoy this story.

Warning: NSFW, mentioning of being paralyzed I guess.

‘’What’s with Luci today?’’ ‘’He looks more pissed of than usual…’’ ‘’He probably listened to classical music too long and forgot his homework.’’ ‘’Lucifer forgetting his homework will never happen, but if it did he would look like this.’’ Hearing all those whispers during dinner time is nothing new for you. Tonight is different though. You know why he’s mad and you know who’s the blame. But it’s not as if you don’t have a reason to be just as upset. As dinner slowly ends you know there is only a small gap to avoid a situation. ‘’Beel, how about we go bake something for later this evening?’’ You say, as you cling onto the huge redhead. You know that food is a trigger and you know that this is the way to hide from HIM. ‘’Alright, sounds delicious!’’ He doesn’t seem to notice the way you hold onto him for dear life and the same goes for the others. Clearly, they’ve gotten so used to you that it’s not even necessary to be by your side 24/7. It’s not as if they know tonight will be the last time they see you. It’s a small moment of weakness and you feel your heart clench by the thought of leaving those boys. It’s enough to make you lose your grip on Beel's arm. Enough to bend over, because it physically hurts to leave them behind and enough for Lucifer to finally notice you and come to your aid. ‘’Beel, I think she ate something wrong. No cake tonight, I will see her to her room.’’

And with that, he scoops you up and takes you upstairs. Of course, your room is not an option. It’s way too close to the other rooms. No place to yell. No, Lucifer’s room is soundproof. Made for his nights spent with loud classical music and also made for the occasional screaming match with one of his brothers. As he enters the room, he carefully puts you down on his bed. ‘’Are you feeling alright, Y/n?’’ He says as he lays his palm against your forehead. The feeling of sadness is gone, already replaced by nerves. You know what’s coming. You know you won’t hold back. Will this be your last fight with Lucifer? The question never makes it to the surface, because the moment you nod your head in ensurement, Lucifer opens his mouth. ‘’Good, because you have no idea how foolish you acted today.’’  As mentioned before this room reminds you of the occasional screaming matches he must’ve had with his brothers, but never with you. Pissing Lucifer off is easy. You’ve done that plenty of times. Even made him show his true form, but making him scream, that is something you never achieved. Still, it is worth the try. Tonight is your last chance. As you get up you take a look at his face. What faces you is the cold expression he usually shows when he’s done with someone’s bullshit. The expression you have already mirrored back to him. ‘’So you are going to ignore me?’’ I’m not going to answer him. ‘’Are you serious?’’ I am not going to say a word. ‘’Should I spell out what you did?’’ Don’t say a thing. ‘’You just signed your death certificate.’’ His voice cracks and even though it’s far from the scream you aimed for. It’s still the first sign of emotion from the man you care about so much. ‘’Diavolo didn’t seem upset by what I said?!’’ You can’t help but talk louder. especially after being silent for the past few minutes. ‘’ As if he is going to kill me? ME?! And ruin the bonds that are being formed with the humans?’’

You can feel the tears in your eyes, this fight might’ve been about you being disrespectful in some way, but for you it was different. All this time getting closer with all the brothers. All this time loving them. All this time being there for them. It made you realize that the only one who made it difficult was him. With every step getting closer to each other; there were always a few steps back. An obsession with keeping up appearance, an obsession over a promise he would keep no matter what, an obsession with being a stuck-up asshole; That was Lucifer in a nutshell for you. And still, you couldn’t help being drawn to him. As a moth drawn to a flame. Even when the flame could easily kill the moth. Just as easily Lucifer could kill you. And it’s not as if he hadn’t tried that before. ‘’Y/n, You disrespected his father. I had to bargain for you to even leave the castle. The first time I trusted you enough to take you with me alone. And this is how you behave? You know what he wanted to do to Belphegor…’’ You know this story is his weakness. The reason he ended up becoming the lapdog of his so-called best friend. Still, it only makes you more upset to hear him say it. Even when you can hear the slightest hint of emotion in his voice; his eyes stay just as cold as usual. ‘’He is your best friend, isn’t he? He is my friend too, right? You always do this Lucifer! You always get mad over things and it never solves anything. You get mad at me for having fun. You get mad at me for trying to help. You get mad at me for trying to get closer to you. You don’t share things with me! Maybe Diavolo should’ve locked me up. Might as well get myself killed; it’s not as if you never tried to kill me…’’ Your voice is loud as you speak, but his silence is louder. He just stares at you and then it happens.

It’s not that you’re scared you’ve seen his true form before. It’s just as beautiful as him, but it’s also something that happens when he’s full of rage, just as that one time he tried to kill you. You can feel yourself freeze under his gaze. You can feel yourself moving away from him until you reach the headboard of his bed. Still, he moves closer. Until his lips are inches away from your ears. No screams, only whispers; what a way to say goodbye. ‘’DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA OF WHAT IS EVEN GOING ON?!’’ You are so shocked by the volume of his voice, the bass it carries, that it takes some time to realize he has more to say. Your ear is beeping as he moves his lips away and locks his gaze onto you. ‘’DIAVOLO IS NOT THE FUCKING PROBLEM, Y/N, HIS DAD IS. YOU INSULTED THE KING OF DEVILDOM IN FRONT OF HIS SON AND MULTIPLE WITNESSES. DIAVOLO CAN’T DO SHIT ABOUT THAT.’’ Only now do you notice the way his hands are gripping your arms; The way his expression has changed from cold to almost desperate. ‘’That guy has only been able to do what his dad wanted. Our friendship is real, but if his father told him to kill me, he would do it without hesitation. Do you really think he would think twice about killing you? IF HE WOULD KILL ME -HIS BEST FRIEND- IN AN INSTANT?” You notice the tears in his eyes. Lucifer is screaming and crying, but this isn’t a win. Before your heart breaks again, his arms are around you and his face is hidden in your neck, but that doesn’t stop the words. ‘’I had to send you away. I had to be cold. They know I care about you, but not to this extent. I had to pretend it was for the sake of the bonds. After you left I had to beg on my knees for your survival. I had to beg. The avatar of pride begged someone on his knees. It was all Lillith over again…’’

There is nothing you can say to fix this. It might’ve slipped your mind while you were there. But you were surrounded by royalty. What might’ve seemed innocent for you, was clearly a lot for them and now you had to leave everyone you loved behind. You can feel the tears fall from your eyes. “I’m sorry Luci, I truly am.” It won’t help, but it’s the least you can say as you look up into his eyes. He is still in his true form, but even with his wings all spread out, he has never looked more vulnerable. There is a sad smile on his lips as he caresses your cheek. “I know you are, you fool.” He says with no trace of the rage he had before. “ I don't want to leave you all��I don't want to leave you!” You know that you sound like a small child that already knows he lost and that’s exactly what you feel like. “It’s too late for that now, Y/n. Diavolo gave me tonight to say my goodbyes.”  You try to distract yourself by focusing on his raven colored wings. “So that means I can’t say goodbye to the rest…”  The pain is back. Never being a fool with Mammon, never dressing up with Levi, doing make-up with Asmo, reading books with Satan, eating with Beel or sleeping with Belphie.  You can’t help but grab your chest again. “Are you okay?” Lucifer is supporting you within seconds as he asks the question. “No I’m not, but atleast I get to say goodbye to you.”  And as you look up he leans in and gives you a tiny peck on the lips. “I’ve wanted to do that for quite some time.” He lets out. You can’t help but smile as you pull him back towards you. “Let's make it a proper goodbye then.” You whisper as you pull him back to your lips.

It’s not like it’s your first kiss with Lucifer, but it’s the last and that’s what makes it so much more special. It’s the combination of mutual sadness and desperation, the hint of rage still brewing somewhere deep inside the both of you. He knows your body, the way it will arch when he pushes you all the way down onto the bed. The tiny gasps when he starts kissing your neck. The way you look away when he starts kissing all the way down your body. ‘’Please keep looking at me, dear. I want you to see how much I am going to miss you.’’ It’s enough to make your heart flutter, the way he starts to attack your core with his tongue right away. It’s obvious he is in a hurry, but even with all the sadness, it’s the best way there is. You can’t help your moans; You’re lucky his room is soundproof. He’s fast, maybe too fast, but with everything that’s going on, it’s the best you can get. And that’s what it is. The best, because within a few minutes you can feel yourself starting to reach that point. The knot in your stomach tightens. your hands end up in his hair and with one loud moan, you erupt around him.

‘’I know that Mammon claims he was your first… in multiple ways… and not to discredit my brother, but I intend to be your last in all of them.’’  He says as he looks at you while he licks his lips. Him saying those words, the way he just made you lose your mind. It feels good, after all the fighting, teasing, kisses and losses , you’re with the man you love. You don’t want to ruin the mood. You’re really trying, but the moment you hear yourself thinking about loving him, about leaving him, about leaving his brothers, you just break. The tears start to form in your eyes and as you try to wipe them away you feel something on your arms. Lucifer. His eyes are cold again as he moves up to face you. ‘’Don’t hide your tears. I am just as sad.’’ He takes a long look at you, lets out a sign, and lays next to you as he caresses your back. ‘’I don’t want to play the ‘’Who has it worse’’ game, truly, I don’t want to, but in all the years I’ve been in heaven and hell, you’re the first human to have ever make my blood boil. Both from nerves and anger nonetheless, but losing you. Losing the one that made my family whole, the one that makes me feel all these emotions, the one that I love, hurts.’’ You can’t help but raise your brow. when he notices your expression he lets out a laugh.

You feel his hand grab your chin and suddenly your lips are only inches apart. ‘’I know you love me, Y/n. I’ve always known. Falling for you, was what surprised me.’’ You can’t help, but roll your eyes at him. Trying to ignore the way his hand feels on your back. The way it slowly moves it’s way to your hips. ‘’You know I do love all your brothers quite a lot too…’’ You say with all the confidence you have left. ‘’I know you do, but still I am the one that has you laying here. Practically begging for more.’’ He let’s out a chuckle as he pulls you closer. ‘’Let’s end this conversation, there’s not enough time.’’ And with that he’s on top of you. You know there isn’t much time, but when he starts to unbotton his shirt it’s as if time slows down. Of course he notices your looks and can’t help to give you a sly smirk. ‘’Don’t worry your next.’’ Is all he says as he takes his shirt off and starts tugging on yours. After your shirt is taken off he takes a look at your body and all you see is adoration on his face. ‘’I want to see all of you.’’ It makes your body flutter. ‘’You’re absolutely breathtaking.’’ He whispers. All this praise makes you feel weak. You try to grab his face, but as you put your arms up they fall down. You feel weak. Not because of his words, but something else. You see Lucifers expression change, the adorations is switched to concern, then back to concentration and before you know it he scoops you in his arms and makes you straddle him.

He’s looking at you, but not really. Obviously talking to himself. ‘’He wanted to be sure…’’ And as he says it he’s back. Back to giving you a sad smile. ‘’What’s going on?’’ Is all you let out. Is all you can let out, as you feel your body weighing more and more. He notices you getting weaker, making sure your settled between him and the headboard of the bed, before he speaks again. ‘’I think it’s time… Barbatos must’ve cast a spell… something that gave us a time limit. The probably knew it would be hard saying my goodbyes to you. Now I’m forced to make haste, just to make sure you’re safe.’’ You can’t even respond. You can move, but barely and all you can do is watch as Lucifer grabs his shirt. As he moves away from you, you’re sure of it. No this is not the way we’re going to say our goodbyes. It needs to be on our terms. Of course those words never leave your lips, but with all the power you have you reach out to him and as he looks back you let out a: ‘’No...not like this.’’ And maybe it’s the few words you’ve spoken, or the way your arm is trembling from all the power it takes to hold on to him, but he crawls back to you. His face is right above yours and if it’s not your eyes making it obvious what you want, you’re mouth will do. ‘’Take me…’’ It’s not a lot of words, but with the face you’re making and the fact that you guys were just in the middle of it, it doesn’t take much guessing. You can see that he’s thinking about it, obviously worried for you, but you can see his eyes change the moment it clicks.

His wings ar still there and you wished you could touch them, feel them one last time, but you should be lucky by what you can still get.’’I used to be a rebel, so why not know.’’ He laughs quietly before he lays you flat on your back.  ‘’I’m going to take care of you my love, promise me to let me know when it’s too much or when you want to stop.’’ You nod your head and you know that your eyes tell him all he needs to know. How bad you want him, how even when you were able to just talk normally, you would want this goodbye to be said only in silence. His body is hovering over yours, his hand touching your neck, giving you goosebumps. ‘’Does this feel nice?’’ he whispers as his hands move towards your breasts. You can only let out a tiny gasp and that tells him enough. ‘’I wish we had more time…’’ Is all he says as his finger enters your core. The moan that escapes you is loader then the both of you would’ve expected. As he continues to stretch you out with one hand, his other starts to prep his cock. ‘’Wish I could… do that for you.’’ You manage to say. You can’t keep your eyes from him. The way he’s hovering over you. His finger inside of you and the way you can’t do anything except for your stares, moans and gasps. ‘’All I want is to feel you right now, my love.’’

And with that he places the tip right in front of your entrance. He makes sure your faces are only inches apart and as he slowly slides into you, his arms make there way to your sides. He’s holding you as he bottoms out in you and the only thing you can do is let out a long moan. He starts moving slowly, tender, putting all his love in every trust. He’s the only one speaking from time to time. ‘’I love you’s’’ and ‘’You feel so good’ s’’ are filling the room. All that praise, all the love in his eyes. The fact that he’s not only literally hitting all your spots, but also the spots in your mind, is what does it for you. You feel yourself unravel under him. You’re so close, that you start to tear up. Your eyes are filled with tears, mostly because of how good this feels, the fact that you’re making love on stolen time, but also because the time is probably running out soon. Lucifer never increases his speed. When he notices your tears he quickly wipes them away and as his hand caresses your swollen cheek he whispers:  Don’t cry, my love, let us enjoy these last moments.’’ And just as he is about to give you a kiss on the lips you whisper a soft ‘’Love you Lucifer.’’ You notice his eyes being red as well and it’s devastating, but it feels so good. the way he keeps a steady pace has you reaching your peak and these final ‘’I love you’s’’, the final kisses is all you need to feel yourself tightening around him. He’s close too, because the moment he feels you tighten around his cock he gives you one firmer stroke and that’s all he needs to cum inside of you. He falls next to you and quickly takes you in his arms. ‘’I wish we could stay like this forever. I would sell my soul… but I guess in some way my soul has already been sold.’’ And all you can do is give him a sad smile before your eyes close.

Lucifer knew that it was time. You were starting to feel cold, too cold. After putting on some clothes and making sure you were fully clothed, he grabbed the coin Barbatos had given him. ‘’Use this before the time runs out.’’ So he had warned him for the curse. He knew he couldn’t be mad at his friends. He couldn’t be mad at you, he could only blame himself. He had shown his weakness by loving you. But you loved his brothers, loved him, despite all he stood for, without any shame. And even with the way it felt like he was going to lose you forever, it still meant the world he had the honor of getting to know you. The moment the coin was thrown a portal started to form and as he grabbed your cold body the darkness swallowed the two of you. As he opened his eyes he saw nothing, but darkness. It took a few minutes to notice that he was in a room. It must’ve been yours, because he noticed a picture of you next to a bed. He was going to take the picture, he was a rebel after all. As he tucked you in, he was at a loss for words. So all he could do was give you one last kiss on the forehead. Not being able to stop the tears falling from his eyes. ‘’Goodbye, my love…’’ and as the darkness was about to swallow him, he couldn’t help but leave one more thing behind. A raven feather, just for good measure. Returning to the Devildom was going to be almost as hard as leaving you here. He was once again going to be the villain in yet another story… the story of how he lost you.

You wake up to sunlight. Too much of it. Why aren’t your curtains closed? Wait, you have to get out of bed, it’s your turn to cook for everyone. Everyone? You live by yourself… right? It feels like you had a weird dream, but you can’t remember it. All you feel is sadness. As if you’ve lost something or someone important. The pain hits you so hard that the moment you try to stand your legs give out and you lay on the ground as tears fill your eyes. It hurts, but you don’t know why. As your hands try to find some grip to get up, you feel something soft. A feather. A raven black feather. It’s weird, but it feels comforting. Before you can help yourself, your lips are already on it and even when you should be grossed out by it, you plan to cherish the little trinket...

[mypoisonedvine]

While You Were Sleeping... | dark!Stucky x reader

warnings: noncon, somnophilia, dp, slight breeding kink, kidnapping, bondage, drugging, pain kink, choking, spanking, slapping, degradation, mention of blood

word count: 3.3k

Thunk.            Thunk.            Thunk.

The sound was the first thing you became aware of.  Your eyes were heavy, so heavy you couldn’t open them, as hard as you fought.  All your effort led to one brief sliver of light, but it was gone so fast you couldn’t process what it was.

Thunk.            Thunk.            Thunk.

You heard yourself moan softly as you tried to stir, but your whole body was half-numb and as dense as lead.

Thunk.  Thunk.  Thunk.  Thunk.  Thunk.  Thunk.

It was faster, and louder, until it suddenly stopped.  Something shifted after that… something outside you, and something inside you.

“Your turn.”

Hearing words tore one more layer of your sleep away, and you managed to open your eyes for just a moment longer, long enough finally to see your surroundings for a second.

You were face-down on a bed; no sheets, just a mattress.  It shifted again, and you realized another weight was settling onto it.  

Something warm ran down your spine.  Fingers?  Was someone touching you?  And not through clothes, but straight onto your skin.

...am I naked?

You fought through the static tingling your tired limbs, and wiggled your arm a bit.  A jingling noise, a tightness on your wrist; a shackle and chain.

“Are you wakin’ up now, doll?”

Bucky? you tried to speak, but your lips wouldn’t move.  You were nearly paralyzed, but conscious enough to move your arm again, shaking the chain louder this time.

“Good,” you heard him reply.  “I’ll be honest, the drugs were a compromise for me.  I want you to be awake for this.”

Your legs were pushed wider apart.  Something hot was pushing against your— no, that can’t be right.  This can’t be happening.  This isn’t happening.

A shift inside you.  He was inside you.  You tried to kick him away but all that came of it was a twitch in your calf.

“That all the fight you got, sweetheart?” Bucky chuckled.  You could feel his hands on your hips, pulling you into him each time he thrusted forward.  You were thankful for the numbness, because you knew this would be painful without it; you could feel how far his intrusion was stretching you, how deep he was inside you.  So deep that you could feel it in your stomach.

Thunk.            Thunk.            Thunk.

The headboard slammed into the concrete wall with every thrust, the sound marking each time he buried himself as deep as he could go.  He was so impressed that you could take all of him, even though it would probably be challenging for a version of you that was fully lucid.  There had been a little blood after Steve was finished with you, so he knew you were being pushed beyond your limits.  But he also knew you could take it.

Well, he knew you had no choice but to take it.  So maybe not so much that you could, but that you would.

“So tight, doll, especially when you try to fight it,” he praised, groaning when your walls pulsed around him again.  “You came when you were knocked out— twice.  Wanna see how many times I can make you come when you’re awake?”

You fought the instinct to writhe in protest, knowing now that it only egged him on.  

“There’s a good girl,” he groaned, “just lay there and take it, honey.  I’m just sorry you can’t feel all of me like you know you want to.  The last of the tranquilizer should wear off soon…”

No, no, that’s the only thing making this tolerable, you realized.  “No…” you managed to mumble aloud, though it was broken and nearly inaudible.

A harsh slap landed on your ass and your body jerked with the pain.

“What’s that, doll?  Can’t hear you,” he mocked.  

“Bucky…” you murmured, still barely able to believe that he was doing this.  He’d acted weird around you a few times, Steve had told you it wasn’t a big deal—

Steve… Steve would help you.

“Steve?” you slurred.

“What is it, pet?” his voice echoed from behind you.

He’s already here?

The realization made your gut sink.  He was already here.  Your turn, you remembered someone saying; it was him.  He’d been here a long time, hadn’t he?

“Want me instead, huh?  Buck’s not doin’ it for ya?” Steve laughed.

“Shut up, punk,” Bucky groaned.  “She’s gonna cream on my cock any second, I can tell.”

“Go ahead then,” Steve encouraged you, “come for him if you like it so much.”

“No…” you managed to sigh again, but it wasn’t to them this time; it was to yourself.  You needed to stop this, because Bucky was right and you weren’t ready to cope with that in this moment.  You needed to hate this, it needed to hurt.  And both of those things were true… but you were going to come in spite of it.  Or, perhaps, because of it.  

You started to sob as your mind warred with your body, as pleasure and fear and dread and disgust were all overshadowed by a deep primal need.

Bucky leaned down, his body crushing yours as his teeth nipped at your neck.  “You’re drooling all over the mattress, sweetheart; our brainless little fuckdoll, so stuffed with cock you can’t think.”

A tingle ran up your spine so strongly that your back arched involuntarily, pushing his cock even deeper into you.  Bucky grinned and you would’ve grimaced if you could move your face that much.  “Oh, you like that, don’t you?  We knew you needed to let go, but you would never do it on your own.  That’s what the drugs were for, to loosen you up a bit.  But you’re awake now, and you’re finally realizing how good it is to be owned, aren’t you?  Nobody’s here but us, baby, we won’t tell anyone how much you love it.  It’ll be our little secret.”

Out of nowhere, you came.  It was dulled and distant as it fought against the effects of the drugs, but undeniable.  You felt hot all of a sudden, like you would burn up, as you shivered and tightened involuntarily.  You could really feel him now, every ridge and vein, every detail sliding along your insides and stretching you impossibly wide.  It felt like it wouldn’t stop so long as he didn’t stop fucking you; your skin erupted into goosebumps, even though you felt anything but cold.

“Just like that, doll… so fuckin’ good,” he groaned, the deep timbre of his voice reverberating through your bones.  “Squeezin’ me so goddamn tight, I could come right now—”

“No!” you yelped.

“Is that the only word you know?” he hissed.

“Not… not inside…” you murmured.  

“Not inside?  Doll, Stevie already filled this filthy little cunt,” Bucky informed you with a purr.  “You couldn’t even tell, huh?  Don’t worry, you’re gonna feel it this time.”

You whimpered but couldn’t put a sentence together, focusing most on not moaning every time he thrusted into you; his balls slapping into your clit was just enough sensation to keep you on the edge, but his thick head massaging your g-spot was too intense to ignore.

When you opened your eyes, you could see Bucky’s long hair falling in front of your face, and his hand reaching out to interlace his fingers with yours.  How could he do something so intimate, like he couldn’t feel the restraint around your wrist as he did it?

“I’m close, sweetheart, you’re gonna make me come,” he grinned, and it was weirdly prideful.  Like he knew that some part of you craved for his approval.  Of course you did; he was your superior, your Sergeant, your boss.  You just didn’t intend for this to be the way you got it.  

Thunk.  Thunk.  Thunk.  Thunk.

You bit down on your lip to keep quiet, hoping you could give no reaction at all.  It didn’t work, because just as he’d promised, you could feel his cock flexing and pulsing, you could feel his seed pumping into you.  A groan of protest slipped from your lips, louder than you’d expected.  It seemed to go on forever, or maybe it was just because you knew the potential this had… he’d said Steve had come inside you, too.  You just hoped they’d let you go in time to get a Plan B.  Surely they were going to let you go soon, now that he was done and they’d both had their turn.

The idea of them taking turns with your body made you feel sick.  So did the rush of hot liquid that oozed out of you as Bucky pulled his cock out.

“Can you go again, Buck?” Steve asked gruffly.

“Sure,” Bucky answered, seemingly just as curious as you were as to why he would ask that.

“Get under her,” he demanded.

“Wh… what…?” you moaned sleepily, trying to understand what was happening.  You were being lifted and manhandled, limp in his arms, as Bucky slipped under your body and wrapped his arms around you.  Your head laid against his chest as you pulled at your restraints again, more determined than before but just as fruitless.

Another weight moved in behind you; Steve, of course.  You could tell by the little laugh he made as his rough hands moved up the backs of your legs.

“Your pussy looks completely ruined,” Steve informed you, “like it was meant to be.”

He reached down and gathered some of the come that had leaked out of you— yours, Bucky’s and his own all mixed together— on two of his fingers and pushed it back into you.  You winced and struggled, even just his fingers big enough to stretch you.  Then again, anything was big enough to reignite the pain in your sore channel by this point.

“But this hole is still untouched,” he added, his fingers slipping out of you and trailing up to— oh.

“N-no,” you moaned quietly, “not there…”

“Not where, honey?” Steve taunted, his wet fingers drawing circles over your puckered opening.

“Not… not in my ass,” you pleaded weakly.  You could hear Bucky’s heartbeat get faster next to your ear.  “You can use my pussy again just… not there, please.”

“Oh, so generous,” Steve grinned, but his amusement turned to anger as he slapped the inside of your thigh.  You squealed with the pain, jerking inside Bucky’s embrace, and Steve hit you a few more times.  “Bargaining with your body as if it’s yours in the first place.  Stupid whore.  Both these holes are mine, you understand?”

You cried out when he hit you again, the telltale burning of oncoming tears starting to sting the backs of your eyes.  But you refused to cry.

“Do you understand?” he repeated, firmer.

“Yes, Captain!” you blurted out, an old habit from when you were at work.  You felt your face burn with shame as both of them laughed at your obedience.

“Such a good soldier,” Steve praised.  “I know you can take it, baby, if you just relax and let it feel good.  I’ll make it good for you.  Buck’s gonna keep that greedy little cunt full, too; won’t you, Sarge?”

“Yes, Cap,” Bucky grinned, rubbing his cock through your swollen folds again.  You hadn’t anticipated that their stamina would apply to this. They’re going to keep me here for a while, aren’t they?

As Bucky teased your clit with his fat and leaking head, Steve pushed his fingers into your hole.  You tried to relax through the burn, gasping and groaning in spite of yourself.

“Ever been touched here before?” Steve asked, curling his fingers inside you until you let out a little moan.  “Doesn’t seem like it.  You were always hard at work, never had time for a boyfriend did you?  Not one that knew how to treat you right, at least.”

“Is this your idea… of treating me right?” you hissed through heavy breaths.  “Knocking me out?  Chaining me up?”

“That was just the only way to get you to let us take care of you,” Bucky explained.  “This is treating you right.”

Before you could ask what he was referring to, both of them pressed their cocks into your holes.  Bucky’s cock slid in with a hint of pain, but Steve’s hit more resistance— not that that stopped him.

You screamed, knocked out of the last of your drug-induced haze and thrown head-first into reality.  Sick, stinging, sharp reality.  Your arms pulled at the chains as your legs kicked wildly.  Steve grabbed your ankles as they swung by, pushing your legs up and holding them down until you were forced to straddle Bucky.  The new angle made you feel somehow more exposed to both of them.

“Shut up and take it,” Steve groaned darkly.  They both pushed in deeper, their cocks getting thicker the further down you got, and your eyes rolled back into your head.  

“That’s it, just let go, sweetheart,” Bucky whispered.  “You can take it, you were made for us, you can take it…”

You were too overwhelmed to process his words, though, as they kept filling you and you wondered if it would ever stop.  You wondered if you wanted it to stop, even though it was painful and degrading and beyond twisted.

“Almost done, honey, you’re takin’ us so well,” Steve cooed.

“She might pass out, Steve,” Bucky realized as he examined your face, tilting your head up to look at him.

“Maybe then she’ll stop fighting,” he shrugged in reply.

Bucky was buried all the way into you, but there was still some of Steve left to take and you were sure it wouldn’t fit.  You already felt so full that you could barely breathe.  Just to rub it in, Steve slammed that last inch into you, knocking the wind out of your lungs.

“Fuck,” Steve sighed, “you feel so good, babygirl.  The others call you a tightass behind your back, did you know that?  They don’t know how right they are…”

“Talk to me, soldier; are you still with us?” Bucky asked, slapping your cheek lightly to get your attention.  You nodded quickly.  “Feel how full you are, doll?”  You nodded again.  “You like it, don’t you?”

You stayed silent this time.  

“No need to pretend, honey, we can tell,” Steve groaned.  “You’re dripping all over the both of us, and your cute little ass is clenching around me.”

“Just say it,” Bucky moaned.  “Say you love it.”

“I… I love it,” you stammered, hoping that it was just to appease them.

“Then ride our cocks, like the little slut you are,” Steve demanded, smacking your ass one more time.  You tried to lift your hips, shuddering with the way it moved both of them inside you, but it was so difficult with your weak and aching muscles.  When you did it again, you fell suddenly with a wavering groan.

“Too weak, baby?  You’re so pathetic; let me show you how,” Steve offered, grabbing your hips tightly and lifting them with almost no effort.  You moaned, properly, as he used your body and dropped you up and down on his and Bucky’s cocks roughly.  “The least you could do is sit up; go on, put your hands on Buck’s shoulders and arch that back, show me how bad you want it.”

The chains were long enough that you could do it, though looking down at Bucky and the metal cuffs on your wrist was a lot to take in.  With a groan of pain, your wobbling arms lifted you up.

“I knew you could be a good girl,” Steve sighed, moving your body faster against his as his grip left bruises in the shape of his fingertips on your skin.

Bucky reached up and wrapped his cold metal hand around your neck, choking you suddenly.  Both men groaned as the loss of air made you flutter around them.  “Fuck, you like that, huh?  You like getting choked, doll?  Dirty slut.”

When he finally let go, it was like all the sounds that had been caught in your throat came out at once.  A groan, a sigh, a moan, and a sob churned together to make something inhuman and debasing.  They were fucking you like animals, you were shackled and bound like an animal, and now you sounded like an animal.

“Do you wanna breathe, doll?  Or do you wanna come?” Bucky growled.  

“I wanna… I wanna come,” you moaned.  The hand on your neck tightened again, and the tingles of lost sensation spread over your body quickly.  You were so close to coming again that you could barely imagine how it happened so fast.  They were reaching every sensitive spot inside you— rather, they were turning every spot inside you into a sensitive one.  The loss of air only pushed you closer, and you wanted to scream but all you could do was dig your fingernails into Bucky’s shoulders as it hit you hard.  You went completely limp in their arms, only Bucky’s hand holding you upright.  He relaxed his grip, still tight enough to keep you completely aware of his power over you, but loose enough that you could breathe.

“Don’t stop coming, sweetheart, I love seeing you do it,” Steve beamed.  “You can give us a few more before we’re done— right, Buck?”

“I don’t know man, she feels really good,” Bucky moaned, choking you again so you wouldn’t interrupt their conversation.

“Get it together, man,” Steve teased, “you can’t get all sentimental on me again.”

“I can’t help it, okay?  Been waiting for this for so long…”  Bucky trailed off, or maybe it was just that your hearing was fading out as the loss of air pushed you towards the beckoning darkness.

You gasped when he let go again, your moans turning into sobs and tears finally rolling down your cheeks.  You’d sworn you wouldn’t let them see you cry, but you couldn’t even remember that now.

“Such a cute little crybaby,” Steve purred, slamming into you faster.  “Can’t take it anymore, huh?  It’s too much for you?”

“Please…” you whispered, so hoarse that you couldn’t recognize it as yourself.

“‘Please’ what, doll?” Bucky pressed, massaging your neck in his palm.

You didn’t know what you were begging for, truly.  Bucky choked you again, grinning up at you and fucking you rougher than before.

“I know what you want: you wanna come again, yeah?  So needy… this’ll be, what, the fifth today?  Go ahead, princess, show us how bad you need us.”

They all started to blend together after that.  Just one big haze, interlaced with so much sensation that you couldn’t parse any of it into separate incidents.  Steve leaned forward to suck a mark on the back of your neck; Bucky used his free hand to twist your nipples and slap your tits, before moving down to roughly rub your aching clit with his thumb.  Bucky came first but stayed inside while Steve roughly pumped into your ass.  Without the distraction of Bucky’s movement inside you, you became more aware of how far Steve’s cock was stretching you.  He came with a cry and Bucky’s fingers pulled another orgasm from you, too.  He never stopped rubbing you there, not even when they’d both stopped moving and you were too exhausted to do anything but take it.  It made your body jolt even though your muscles ached and begged for rest.  You vaguely remembered begging for rest, too, but you didn’t get it until Bucky was satisfied.

When they both pulled out, you could feel the hot sticky mess gush from your holes; it was disgusting, and yet you felt a weak pang of arousal run up your spine.  Bucky slipped out from under you with an exhausted groan of his own, leaving you to flop down onto the bed lifelessly.  

“Get some rest, honey,” Steve encouraged.  “We’ll help you shower when you wake up.”

Any other day and you would’ve needed to shower first before you could fall asleep again, not to mention having your wrists freed from the chains.  But you were already nearly gone by this point, your eyes heavy again as your mind went blank.

The last thing you heard was a heavy steel door slamming shut: thunk.

[therealvinelle]

Hi, I was reading a post here in Tumblr about how Edward has two gifts, he can hear thoughts and is super fast, so I wonder what is your opinion about this topic?.

Furthermore, what others power might the Volturi's leaders and guards might have?

Edward has one gift, and it’s telepathy. Being fast isn’t a gift.

Strength, speed and even senses is varied among vampires. Some, like Emmett, are on the extreme end, but that doesn’t make Emmett gifted, nor does it mean that the rest are at an equal level. The Cullens have clear variations between them.

Physique appears to play a dominant role in how these variations play out: Alice, who was malnourished and never made it past 4′10″, is the physically weakest of the coven, while Emmett at 6′5″ and a mountain of muscles is the strongest. This is made very clear during the baseball game:

“Emmett was hovering close to third (base), knowing that Alice didn’t have the muscle to outstrip Rosalie’s fielding." (Midnight Sun, chapter The Game)

There’s also the fact that it’s taken for granted that Emmett would be intimidating to other vampires, and he is dismayed when James is more worried about Jasper, who is lean.

I suspect this disparity exists simply because a large frame means more tissue to have blood in. Newborns, animal, and human-eating vampires all having a difference in terms of strength is proof that blood has the final say in a vampire’s prowess, so Emmett being able to contain more of it than Alice and therefore being stronger makes sense to me.

This isn’t the meta for me to get into that, but I don’t think vampires have muscles in the sense we do. Or rather, we can’t know that they do. Renesmée is proof that Edward retains his human DNA, or she would be a clone of Bella. Nahuel is proof that Joham retains a Y-chromosome. Does this mean that vampires have different cell types? Does a vampire’s stone-like skin still contain human DNA? One would think yes - except, if you rip a vampire apart, you get rubble. The parts are all solid. There’s also Carlisle theorizing that vampires digest blood by absorbing it through porous tissue, which makes me wonder why he dismissed his digestive system (my guess: vivisection fun times with Aro in Volterra. Carlisle couldn’t have done it on his own, and Aro is the only one mad and curious enough to be down for that). I’m getting off-topic - what I’m saying is, we don’t know how vampires work, meaning I can’t build this meta off of the assumption that they have muscles. I simply can’t know for sure that they do.

The important thing is that a vampire’s physique is a deciding factor in how strong they are.

There’s also Laurent’s warning about James, that he has “unparalleled senses”, meaning some vampires are better at sight, hearing, and smell than others. I can believe that, because we have canon examples of vampires being bad at tracking.

There’s Edward in Port Angeles, who couldn’t track Bella’s, his singer, scent to her location, and (I admit this one is conjecture but it’s so probable that I say it goes) Carlisle’s creator, who after taking care of the mob must have realized he’d bitten one of the humans, meaning a newborn would soon be loose in London. This is punishable by death by the Volturi. The fact that he didn’t return to finish Carlisle off means that he was unable to find him. I remind the audience that Carlisle was bleeding and suffering the effects by a venom intended to paralyze the victim. To put it this way, Carlisle wouldn’t have survived James, or anybody with a trace of tracking competence. By comparison, Carlisle was able to locate a dying Rosalie by the smell of her blood, even though there wouldn’t have been a trail for him to follow, as her body had not been moved.

When it comes to these disparities in strength and speed among the Volturi, I imagine Jane and Alec are the physically weakest members of the guard, and among the slowest. They’re prepubescent, meaning no muscle for them, and their height (a humble 4′8″ and 4′10″) implies very short legs. They’re simply not going to get as far as an adult would, not in the same number of steps. Renata at 5���0″ is another tiny vampire lady who likely isn’t very strong or fast.

That’s not to say I think these physically weaker members of the Volturi guard are necessarily useless in hand-to-hand combat, Alec at least is a boy stuck in a playful age, and the males around him are trained warriors. He’s probably picked up a few things over the years.

As for the others, Aro is described as frail-looking, which hints at him being quite thin. I don’t think he’s weak, if he couldn’t win a fight he wouldn’t be around, but I do think he’s probably below average in terms of strength. Caius I picture as a Harrison Ford type, so of course I’m gonna think he’s a bit burly, but this is me headcanoning and not actually hinted at in canon. Marcus is 19, so I imagine he can only be so strong.

Back to Edward’s speed.

He’s a 6′2″ teen, that’s code for “very long legs”, though I’m actually going to go ahead and posit that he’s not actually that fast. Strap in for this next part:

The guy was a teenager who lay dying for an undisclosed amount of time. The fact that Carlisle had the time to get to know his mother points to a few weeks, at least. And Edward was very ill:

Elizabeth worried obsessively over her son. She hurt her own chances of survival trying to nurse him from her sickbed. I expected that he would go first, he was so much worse off than she was. (New Moon, page 21)

Muscles atrophy quickly, never more so than when you’re a teen ravaged by fever, on your deathbed. And as I’ve explained above, I think your physique in life ties directly into your vampiric prowess.

I think Edward is certainly the physically weakest of the male Cullens, quite likely weaker than Rosalie as well, maybe even Esme.

Now, speed is not the same as strength. However, for humans, the two are connected. It’s the muscle fibers in our legs that determine our speed. Basically, type I fibers make an enduring runner, type II fibers make a speed runner. So, assuming that vampires retain their human musculature, one could argue that Edward had a lot of type II in life. However, Carlisle when he was human was able to outrun the mob he was with:

He ran through the streets, and Carlisle — he was twenty-three and very fast — was in the lead of the pursuit. (Twilight, page 158)

Carlisle clearly had a lot of type II fibers, and unlike Edward he was in peak physical condition when he died. He was also an adult who’d had more time to develop musculature, while Edward was a seventeen-year-old. If musculature was a deciding factor, one would think they would at the very least be of equal speed, though realistically Edward should be slower.

So, if it’s not muscles, what is it that makes Edward faster than the others?

It could be a matter of technique. Except, the way Bella describes movement when she wakes up as a vampire, it’s all very automated. Her body knows exactly how to do everything, and executes it without much input from her:

After that first frozen second of shock, my body responded to the unfamiliar touch in a way that shocked me even more.

Air hissed up my throat, spitting through my clenched teeth with a low, menacing sound like a swarm of bees. Before the sound was out, my muscles bunched and arched, twisting away from the unknown. I flipped off my back in a spin so fast it should have turned the room into an incomprehensible blur—but it did not. I saw every dust mote, every splinter in the wood-paneled walls, every loose thread in microscopic detail as my eyes whirled past them.

So by the time I found myself crouched against the wall defensively—about a sixteenth of a second later—I already understood what had startled me, and that I had overreacted. (Breaking Dawn, page 251-252)

Growling, crouching - those are all distinctly vampiric, non-human ways to act. Bella didn’t learn this, her body knew it of its own accord. When she later runs, she explains it as happening the same way - she just does it.

The way Bella experiences it, vampiric movement is like a package she downloaded, and that executes her instinctual commands with no need for her to actually know how to do any of this. Her grace is another example of this - Bella Swan may be in charge of her own consciousness, but the venom is entirely in control of her body.

Given these facts, I don’t think it’s technique that makes Edward a better runner than others. His technique is likely similar to everyone else’s. If it isn’t, if technique is what makes the difference, then who is and isn’t fast is an arbitrary process.

With that, we get to my controversial theory about why Edward is the fastest Cullen: he’s not.

Running and being fast is the only thing about vampirism that Edward enjoys. This is for another meta, but Edward is extremely depressed about every single other bit of it. Every aspect of being a vampire torments him.

Except the running. He enjoys all of it, especially being the fastest, so much. And as a newborn, he would have been faster than Carlisle.

But after that, when his newborn strength faded…

I honestly think that Carlisle decided to just slow down a bit when running with him, let Edward have this. It’s no skin of his back, and it makes Edward happy, so why not.

Esme joins the family, and of course she would be down for this. Nothing is more parental, more maternal, than losing at checkers to make your child happy, after all. Could also be she’s not very fast herself, but even if she were then she would downplay it to make Edward feel like Jesse Owens.

Enter Rosalie, who would think it’s completely ridiculous, yes, but she would also recognize this excellent opportunity to call in a big favor from Carlisle later on. There’s also the fact that I think Carlisle has a gift (yes, yes, meta is coming, people) that makes him very persuasive people. And also that for all that Rose gets a lot of bad rep, she is very generous and loves her family, if being fast makes Edward happy then alright.

Emmett is an easy-going guy, he goes along with things. Alice adores Edward and would go along with it. She also has tiny matchstick legs and couldn’t outrun him if she tried. Jasper could not care less.

Bella does get outrun by Edward after waking up, but she also did zero exercise in life (listing this in case musculature matter), had Renesmée devour her from within rendering her emaciated, and then died like a slasher movie murder victim. There’s not a lot of blood in her, and what little blood there is doesn’t have a lot to work with. She does defeat Emmett at arm wrestling, so I’ll concede that. However, there are enough extenuating circumstances surrounding Bella that I think my “Edward isn’t that fast” theory survives his ability to outrun her.

So, I believe Edward is the fast Cullen because Carlisle told a white lie in 1919, no one ever corrected that, and now it’s too late.

[annabethy]

Prompt: “This is a bad idea.” and I'm in the mood to read pregnancy fic?

in which annabeth is pregnant and bored, and percy is left to deal with her terrible, bone-breaking ideas,, percabeth

Annabeth must admit that being pregnant is rather boring. Especially when she’s stuck at home alone for a week while her husband’s busy at work.

She tries her best to occupy herself, but there’s only so much she can do when she’s in her third trimester, so it only takes forty-eight hours for the insanity to set in.

She lays in bed for hours on end, just scrolling through every form of social media she can find. There are a lot of them so it’s not difficult to find things that pique her interest. That includes finding very thorough videos on medical procedures she is less than qualified to be performing.

Annabeth comes to find that there’s a lot of videos of people cracking their backs and every other joint in their body, and it makes her laugh every single time she sees one. It’s probably the hormones if she’s being honest, but it doesn’t make her any less amused and desperate to try it out for herself.

Percy finds her like that, stuffed under piles of blankets that hides her stomach with her phone planted in front of her face. He stands in the doorway for a few moments, and she doesn’t notice him at first until he coos at her.

“It’s about time you got home,” Annabeth says, rolling over so that she’s facing him. She keeps the blankets wrapped around her shoulders as Percy sits in front of her.

“Hm.” Percy leans and presses a soft kiss to her forehead as he lets his thumb brush her cheek. “How are my girls?”

“Your girls are bored and want to try something with you.”

Percy groans, but the sparkle in his eyes gives him away. “Should I be worried?”

“Not at all,” she says. “I’ll be perfectly safe.”

Percy looks at her doubtfully. He squeezes her foot beneath the blanket in warning. “You notice how I never mentioned safety yet that’s the first thing you bring up? Makes me a little more worried if I’m being honest.”

“I saw it all over tiktok. It’ll be fine.”

Percy cracks a grin. “Oh? Because it’s on tiktok, you think it’s safe? Because I recall us almost burning the apartment down thanks to that app.”

Annabeth pouts, and he just laughs in her face. “Please?”

“Baby, you haven’t even told me what you wanted to do.”

“Okay, so there are these videos where someone lays on the floor and the other person gets on top of them—”

“Oh?”

“—and cracks their back.”

A beat passes between them. For a moment, she can’t read his face. He just stares at her for a good few second, and then…

“Absolutely not.”

“What? Why not?”

“I’m not a doctor! Do you want me to paralyze you?”

Annabeth whines. “But I’m pregnant and my back hurts.”

“You’re pregnant, and I’d rather not paralyze my wife.” Percy rolls his eyes fondly as she scowls at his refusal. He doesn’t even look the least bit guilty. “I can give you a massage?”

“I don’t want a massage, and it’s not like you can go more than five minutes before you end up giving me a…not massage.”

“How would you even lay on the floor with your belly that big?”

“What are you trying to say? I feel like you’re trying to say something mean.”

“I’m saying you’re pregnant,” he chastises. “Let’s do anything else. Just not that.”

Annabeth is about to argue, but then a new idea pops into her mind, and a devious grin morphs onto her face.

“Anything else?”

It seems that Percy realizes his dire mistake then.

That’s exactly how Percy ends up laying on the floor with Annabeth straddling his back. He’s too sweet for his own good, she thinks, having been willing to paralyze himself just so that she doesn’t have to.

Not that she’s going to paralyze him. She knows what she’s doing.

She hopes, anyways.

“Are you ready?”

“This is a bad idea.”

“This is a great idea,” she says. “Think about how much better you’re going to feel soon.”

“I’m more worried that I won’t be able to feel anything soon because my vision is going to turn black.”

“Better you than me, right?”

“You’re lucky I love you,” he breathes out. He reaches a hand behind him, his face still pressed against the ground, so he can grab her hand and squeeze. “Show me mercy, please?”

“I’m actually pretty mad at you right now, so I think I won’t. Thank you for the suggestion, though.”

Percy mutters something under his breath that she chooses to ignore as she lets go of his hand. Her hands begin running up and down the curve of his back while he tries to steady his breathing.

“I think I’m supposed to press here?” she questions out loud, pressing gently against the small of his back to show him. Her touch his gentle, but he jumps at it anyways.

Percy chokes. “Oh my god.”

“Should I count to three?”

“No, I’d rather not know when I’m going to lose all feeling,” he pleads.

And so she rubs his back a little bit more, contemplating whether this is actually a good idea. She decides to live vicariously through Percy, so she gives in and ends up pressing against his spine sharply.

A loud crack resounds throughout the room, and she can practically see the breath leave Percy’s body.

“Fuck!”

Annabeth tries to ask him if he’s okay, but she’s too busy laughing to the point that tears are welling in her eyes.

“I can’t breathe,” he chokes out, but his back his shaking in laughter of his own.

“Are–are you okay?” she manages, wiping at her eyes.

“I think I just saw god.”

“How did it feel?”

“It’s concerning when you can’t inhale,” he says, turning over so that his back is against the ground and, of course, out of her reach. “I thought I died for a second.”

“I think you should try it to me.”

Percy snorts and lets his hands reach up to grasp at her waist. “After that? Not a chance. I’m never listening to you again.”

“Not even if I say please?”

“When it comes to your tiktok chiropractic medical school? No.”

“But I thought you loved me,” she says, flicking his nose. He squirms a bit to get her hands away from his face but gives up when she just cups both his cheeks and leans down as much as she can so she can press a kiss to his lips.

“It’s because I love you and I want you to be safe,” he says against her. “Also because if I do it to you, you’ll want to do it to me again, and that’s something I never want to experience again.”

“Would you let me crack your neck instead?”

“Do you want to kill me? Have I been a bad husband? Is this just some big plot of revenge?”

“It’s revenge for leaving me home alone for the week while you work.”

“It’s supposed to be your vacation,” he says. “You’re supposed to rest.”

“Resting is for the weak.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he says. “How about we make a deal?”

“Hm. Depends on what it is.”

“I’ll stay home with you, and we can do whatever you want as long as it doesn’t involve trying to break your back.”

Annabeth’s lips twitch. “Break my back or break my back?”

Percy taps her lightly on the cheek. “You’re being mean, so both.”

“Well, I did have a lot of time to look at other things we can do,” she relents, tilting her head innocently. He knows her well enough to know that it’s anything but innocent.

Percy pushes his way onto his elbows now, holding himself up like that. Her hands move to his stomach, and she can feel the muscles beneath his button-up that makes her bite her lip.

“You’ll really stay with me tomorrow?”

He holds his weight on one arm so the other hand can move beneath her chin. “If you’re going as crazy as you say you are, it’s probably for the best.”

“I’m going to show you crazy tomorrow, then.”

Percy laughs and kisses her once. “I look forward to it.”

True to her word, she does just that. The day is filled with disaster after disaster, but it’s also more than she’s laughed in a long time.

Who knew bad ideas could be so great?

[jekacatrina]

Fate don't know you like I do

Hello, guys, have this super cheesy and self indulgent piece I wrote for Bakudeku day! I'm so happy to be part of this fandom and all the wonderful content creators out there, so here's my little contribution, enjoy! I wrote it super fast so sorry for any mistake or typo!

Also, the title is a song I love, please check it out, it inspired the whole thing!

Izuku wakes up to the sight of his bedroom ceiling, body aching and mind restless. He’s no longer wearing his hero suit, except for the undershirt and his pants, everything else is gone. Slowly, the yells of the crowd infiltrate his thoughts and he wishes to run away, to go to where he can’t hurt anyone he cares about.

He has to leave. He is being selfish. Izuku props himself up on his elbows.

“That’s the face of a rabbit ready to bolt,” the gruff voice startles him, and he turns to see Kacchan sitting on his desk, frowning. It adds up that they wouldn't leave him without someone standing guard.

Kacchan has changed out of his hero suit, and a dark grey long sleeved t-shirt hides the bandages on his shoulder and stomach, but Izuku is keenly aware of the wounds he was sporting as he flew around trying to keep him from leaving. By the end, his childhood friend was bleeding through them. That was Izuku’s fault; both Kacchan reopening his injuries and the fact that he has them in the first place.

“Kacchan, I'm so-“

“Save it, nerd,” he abandons the desk chair and shuffles closer.

Izuku takes him in; after weeks of agonizing over the state in which he left Kacchan, seeing him do a perfect arch in the air and stop a villain with a precise AP Shot, filled him with a relief so strong, it paralyzed him, and he was only able to stare in awe.

During the following fight, if Izuku can call it that when it was against his friends, Kacchan was everywhere; coordinating different maneuvers, and he even had a new move. Izuku told his friends they couldn’t keep up, and he remembers vaguely that he apologized, because in reality they’re miles ahead of him.

Still, nobody is like Kacchan: certain and absolute, pure will held together by his convictions. He never backs down, and he never gives up, only marches forward. Izuku never stood a chance against him, in more than one way.

Kacchan kneels by the bed, putting an elbow on the bed, close to his hips, and lazily resting his head on his hand.

“Kacchan, I can’t stay here,” he mumbles, trying to convey all his inner turmoil. He wants to stay, he is so tired and scared, but he will not risk anyone for his sake.

Kacchan frowns in response.

“You can, and you will, dumbass,” he states, surprising him by clutching his forearm. “I’m not chasing your sorry ass around anymore.”

“Then let me go,” Izuku turns his arm, grabbing him as well.

“You’re not going anywhere, Izuku.”

The name travels through his body, lighting him up on the inside, coursing through him with the violence of the first time he used One For All, equally exhilarating and terrifying.

It all comes back to him; the rain, his words, his bow, Izuku collapsing and Kacchan appearing in time to support him.

Izuku.

“You apologized,” he whispers, tears coming to his eyes. “You said all those things in front of the whole class.”

“I had to, asshole, you left before I could tell you in private,” he doesn’t look embarrassed or regretful. Kacchan doesn’t shy away from his decisions once he makes up his mind. “Only a shitty letter for explanation and that was it.” He shakes his head. “You didn’t even let me go with you, idiot.”

“You’re still dealing with the outcome of the last time I let you come with me.” The tears are running freely down his cheeks. “I had to watch how he almost took you away from me.” He scrubs his eyes furiously with his free hand, not letting go of Kacchan. “I can’t allow more people to suffer because of me.” He’s on his way to a full on breakdown, struggling to get air in his lungs, and blood roaring in his ears, the noises muffled.

Suddenly, Kacchan is hovering over him, shoving his shoulder firmly.

“Hey, Deku, scoot over,” Izuku only glances at him through his crying, baffled. “Give me some room to lay down, like when we were kids.” He’s already in the process of climbing on the bed, and Izuku manages to slide his body closer to the other end, grabbing the bed cover when the weight of his childhood friend laying down almost makes him roll over him. “Jesus Christ, you stink,” Kacchan complains.

“I know,” Izuku turns on his side, creating more space between them. Hygiene wasn’t that high on his list of priorities, not even eating or sleeping was, and he feels awful. He didn’t have the energy to shower before passing out.

“You smell like dirt and sweat.” Kacchan scrunches up his nose. “Worst of all, you reek of that goddamn martyr complex, and it pisses me off.” he turns too, and traps Izuku in his red gaze. “If you’re choosing to ignore all I said before, at least pay attention to the last part.” He’s not sugarcoating his words, he’s as brash as he always is. “We all want to fight, because we’re heroes and we want to protect everyone, including the fucking chosen one, whether you want us to or not. I’m not asking for your damn permission, and neither is any of the rest. So, you can either play nice and make it easy for us, or be a self-sacrificial idiot, making it all the more annoying. Your call.”

“I don’t know how to stop,” Izuku grimaces, reaching for him with a shaky hand, and awkwardly squeezes his arm. “I’m not ignoring all you said, Kacchan” he chooses to focus on that, gaze in his All Might covers. “I, I forgave you a long time ago, mostly because I wanted to focus on the good parts, so in a way I let go of it for me.” He forgets about his smell, and scoots closer, resting his forehead close to his shoulder. “But thank you, Katsuki.” He hasn’t said that name in ages, but that doesn’t come from any animosity on his part. Kacchan has always been and will always be Kacchan. Izuku feels him move as Kacchan places his chin on top of his matted curls, and they stay like that for a while, with their past laid to rest at last.

Kacchan speaks up first.

“Listen, Deku, everything is getting pretty fucking real,” he pauses for a moment. “Shit is really dangerous for any of us, but for you it is like a thousand times worse. Your ass is a fucking death magnet, and it’s driving me crazy.”

“One For All is a big responsibility, Kacchan, but it’s not yours.” He does his best to keep his voice low and soft, the weight of the legacy crushing him.

“The Hell is not!” Kacchan retorts vehemently. “You made it my deal the moment you told me!” Izuku winced. “What’s up with that? Wasn't that the biggest secret ever? Are you that much of a blabber mouth?”

Izuku clutches his arm harder.

“I wasn’t going to let you think I lied all those years.” He explains, and in a moment of bravery, he continues. “I’ve never been anything but honest with you, Kacchan.”

The anger in his voice disappears as fast as it came.

“I know that, idiot.” His bigger hand finds Izuku’s hip. “One for All is your responsibility, but you are mine.” Izuku is pretty sure he stops breathing. “Since we were fucking four years old, and you were this quirkless little shit that wouldn’t quit chasing after me, no matter how much I pushed you away.” Kacchan scoffs and his breath tickles him. “Well, congrats, dumbass, now you have me and I’m not going anywhere.” His heart flies to his throat and doesn’t let any word come out. Kacchan growls, clearly bothered by his silence. “All for One VS One For All is the fucking shit show for the ages, and of course you, Deku of all people, have to be right in the middle of that crap.” He talks through clenched teeth, and Izuku longs to soothe him, but there���s nothing he can say to fix the situation. “All those who fell against that fucking maniac and now you have to-” Kacchan chokes up, and punches Izuku on the arm. “Whatever, there's nothing I can do for those nobodies that came before you, but you have an advantage over them.”

“What’s that?” He whispers in a small voice, not believing he is having this conversation in bed with his childhood friend.

“You have me,” Kacchan utters, and Izuku feels like he hit him with an explosion, sweeping his feet from under him. “Just let me set something straight, Deku, I’m not going to be your fucking sidekick, you hear me? You watch my back and I watch yours. I don’t trust anyone to keep up with you.”

I don’t trust anyone else to protect you.

“Kacchan-”

“You deal with this crap once and for fucking all, Deku, and we come up on top.” Kacchan declares, Izuku can hear the smirk in his words, and he has to smile back. “I don’t settle for anything but the best, and taking down fucking evil incarnated, I’m in, Deku, I’m all in.” He disentangles them, leaning back with a vulnerable expression, and offers his hand for Izuku to clasp. “What do you say?”

Izuku wants to say no, push him away from danger and lock him somewhere where he is going to be safe, but he knows Kacchan. He is determined, stubborn to a fault, and braver than anyone he has met. If he sets his mind on protecting Izuku, nothing is going to stop Kacchan, not even him.

That’s why Izuku loves him like he does.

In this space, with just the two of them, Izuku can be honest with himself: He is scared, and he has been for a while.

Scared of not living up to All Might’s hopes.

Scared of never mastering this power.

Scared of letting down all the people that gave up their lives to take down All For One.

Scared of being the wrong choice.

At the end of the day, Midoriya Izuku is terrified of not being enough.

In the midst of all the fear and doubt, he sees Kacchan; the person Izuku admires the most, the hero he has chased since he was four years old, and the driving force behind his progress. Kacchan, who knows all of him, and understands him because he sees Izuku for who he is, all the good and bad parts.

His Kacchan, who is now offering to help him and ease his burden, risking his dream, his precious life in the process, to stay close to Izuku and protect him.

A part of him, the one that imitates All Might, is screaming at him that he has to reject the support, to do it on his own. He should hold the weight of the legacy by himself. However, the other part of him, the one that believes Kacchan is what victory looks like, tells him he isn’t All Might and he doesn’t have to be.

He is Midoriya Izuku, and he is allowed to live his life and fight his battles on his terms, just as Kacchan does.

He clasps his hand, and Kacchan smiles, without a trace of mockery or anger, just plain happiness and relief lifting the corners of his mouth. Izuku hasn't seen him smile like that in years, and he needs to say something. He means to say yes to his offer, maybe thank him, but what comes out instead is:

“I love you.”

The punched out gasp that Kacchan lets out shocks Izuku more than his confession does. He can’t believe the words he has hidden for so long in his heart escaped that easily. More shocking is the fact that he doesn’t want to take it back. Even if he is scared of many things, Kacchan isn’t one of them. Yes, Kacchan frustrates him, he worries him, and makes him nervous, but Izuku is not scared of him, never has been. He can die any day now, any of them can, and he is done with silencing his feelings.

Kacchan is not screaming or scowling, neither he is leaping out of the bed and running away from him, so Izuku would say he is mostly stunned, although he doesn’t see why. His feelings for him are a key part of the person he is. Izuku admires him, cares for him.

Izuku loves him.

“Do you mean it?” The question seems to pain him. He hasn’t released his hand.

“Yes, Kacchan.” Izuku is not hiding it, not anymore.

“After everything?”

The words strike his heart and cut deeply. Izuku doesn’t hold any grudge or resentment, and he can’t tolerate the idea of Kacchan thinking he can feel something for him despite their past.

“Because of everything, Kacchan,” Izuku replies, touching their joined hands with his forehead, shying from the red eyes. “The past doesn’t disappear, but that’s not our present, and definitely not our future.” He takes a deep breath to calm his heart. “You don’t have to say anything. I didn’t say it to get an answer.”

“Deku, you can do so much better,” Kacchan says, bluntly.

Izuku doesn't let the obvious rejection deter him from speaking with the truth.

“I don’t see how,” he stares at him, mustering a wonky smile. “You are you, Kacchan; you’re brave, honest, loyal, brilliant, and hardworking.” The words spill without filter, and he drinks the sight of his pale skin blushing. “It’s not about doing better, just who I choose, because when it comes down to it, I chose you a long time ago, Kacchan.”

Kacchan tips his head up, the blond strands cloaking his eyes. Izuku refuses to regret coming clean about his feelings, but as the silence grows between them, he starts to fidget. Little by little, he realizes the true weight of his confession, and the bridges he might be burning.

“This doesn’t have to change anything, Kacchan.”

“It changes everything, Deku,” he replies, not missing a beat.

Izuku curses his luck; it was just like him to confess his love right when Kacchan finally came back to him, something Izuku hadn’t dreamt in his wildest dreams. Dealing with these feelings much longer, when they are so powerful and consuming is not possible. Still, he should have tried, for the sake of their friendship.

A callous finger touches his chin, breaking his spiral of thoughts, and lifts his face. The fiery eyes are wide and defenseless, embers instead of the wild inferno Izuku expected.

The first touch of chapped lips is an awakening, and his first kiss is over before he can finish tasting it.

Kacchan leans back, and for the second time in his life, Izuku’s mind goes blank and his body moves on its own, chasing after him. Their second kiss is messy, they don’t have any experience, but Izuku is lost to it. He tries to commit to memory every brush of their lips and ragged gasps, how soft is his blond hair, and the feeling of fingers sinking in his curls, guiding the kiss.

They break apart, but stay close.

"You didn’t have to do that, Kacchan,” he says against his mouth.

“I never do shit I don’t want to do, Deku.”

Izuku grabs him again, bunching up his t-shirt, so full of love that he fears he is going to float away if he doesn’t get a firm grip.

“Deku, I-“ his voice quivers and Izuku kisses him again, softly and reassuringly.

“It’s okay, Kacchan, you don’t have to say anything yet.” Izuku told him because he wanted him to know, but he has had years to come to terms with it. He’s not expecting Kacchan to figure everything out right now.

“You better stick around after that, you damn nerd,” he touches their foreheads together. “Or take me with you. Two options, I’m magnanimous like that.”

Izuku giggles, the sound so foreign after the past weeks.

“Okay, Kacchan, for that I’ll stick around.”

“Or you’ll take me with you.”

Izuku is still terrified of anything happening to him, but he trusts him the most.

“I’ll stick around or take you with me,” he promises, and Kacchan nods satisfied, wrapping Izuku in his arms and hugging him closer. “I thought you said I stink.”

“You fucking do,” Kacchan says immediately. “When I think about this, the first thing that is going to pop into my mind is that my first kiss smelled like a wet dog.”

Izuku laughs until he cries, and Kacchan joins him.

At one point, his back is to Kacchan, and he’s playing with his hands. Izuku’s so relaxed his eyes are drifting close, sleep taking over.

“Hey, Deku,”

“Yes, Kacchan?” he says drowsily.

“You have magnificent taste.”

Izuku snorts, pulling his arm tighter around him.

“I’m going to sleep now,” he murmurs, and he jumps when Kacchan buries his face on the crook of his neck. “Wake me up if something happens.”

“You can trust me, Deku, nobody is going to pass through me.”

Izuku believes him with his entire heart, but he still chooses to only think and not say what crosses his mind before falling asleep in his arms:

I would die before letting anything happen to you.

[backtobackbakubabe]

Speak Easy Part 12

Dabi x Reader , Bakugo x Reader

Words : 4221

Masterlist

Reader has a siren quirk and has spent the past several years of her life as a captive being experimented on by “heroes” Now that she’s out she needs protection and safe place to heal. Who will be the one to put her pieces back together.

Words with ‘this’ is dialogue written in her journal rather than said out loud and and words with ~this~ is dialogue said in sign language rather than out loud.

***********************************************************************

It had been a little over a week since the incident in the parking lot. You were more than eager to start your training with Dabi, but he kept insisting you needed to fully heal your ribs first.

Today you weren’t taking no for an answer. You had used your new fancy collar to call Katsuki and ask him to bring you some things. He made a few comments about not being your personal errand bitch, but he agreed none the less.

You were flipping through channels as you lounged on the couch when the doorbell rang.

Dabi immediately went on the offensive, hands lighting up as walked over to the security monitor to check the cameras. You made a mad dash for the front door. You knew it was Katsuki and you wanted to get to him before Dabi did.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Dabi’s hand that wasn’t currently on fire reached out to try and grab you as you ran by, but you easily avoided it.

“Relax it’s for me! It’s just Katsuki.”

“And that’s supposed to make me feel better?” You could hear how annoyed he was, but this is what he gets for refusing to start your training.

You opened the door to an equally annoyed looking Katsuki. “Hey! Did you bring the stuff I asked for?”

He rolled his eyes, “Do you think I’d come all the way out here if I didn’t” He handed you a gym bag that was way heavier than he made it look. You took it from him and almost toppled over with how heavy it was.

He smirked as he grabbed your elbow to steady you. “So… you’re getting back into shape? You know I wouldn’t mind training with you like we used to. You were always a good work out.”

You beamed at him, “Seriously? That would be awesome! Dabi said he doesn’t want to.”

Dabi growled in displeasure, “Oh fuck off. I never said that. I’m going to train with you AFTER your ribs are done healing.” He pointed to the bag that was now slung over your shoulder. “What’s in the bag?”

You started backing up towards your room. “Just some work out stuff. You know so Katsuki and I can start training.” You sprinted towards the room before Dabi could argue with you.

“FUCKING BRAT!” Dabi rolled his eyes before looking at an amused Bakugo. “I swear to god If you show up here unannounced one more fucking time, I’ll move us somewhere far away where you can’t find us.”

Bakugo crossed his arms over his chest and huffed, “Yeah good luck with that. Besides I was invited.” He gave Dabi a shit eating grin. “I know she only called me to get under your skin. She wanted something, you said no, and now here I am giving her what she wanted.” He shrugged, “And I’ll keep giving her what she wants. Again and Again. As long as I have to.”

Dabi’s nostrils flared as he attempted to keep his temper in check. “Sounds pretty pathetic if you ask me.”

Dabi expected that to light Bakugo’s infamous short fuse, but instead the man just chuckled. “No pathetic is what you’re going to be after she’s done with you.” Bakugo took a step closer and lowered his voice. “Take it from someone who trained with her almost every day for years… She will chew you up and spit you out.” He gave Dabi a cocky grin, “I wasn’t kidding when I said she was a good workout. I almost wish I had time to stick around and watch her kick your ass.” He checked his watch, “If she hurries I might have time to watch for a little while.”

“First you listen to us have sex, now you want to watch us work out. You are such a little perv.”

Bakugo opened his mouth but before he could make a retort you were skipping back into the living room doing a little twirl to show off your new workout clothes. You wore a matching burgundy sports bra and biker shorts, brand new black sneakers, and to Dabi’s surprise your collar. “Thank you so much Katsuki! They fit perfectly, even the sports bra!”

Dabi’s eyes cut to Bakugo’s, “Like I said… Perv.”

“My parents work in fashion idiot.” He rolled his eyes before turning back to you and giving you a genuine smile. “You look good. Remember to stretch, drink lots of water, and do a proper cool down. It’s been a long time since you worked out. Don’t try and go all plus ultra your first time.”

You returned his smile, “No promises. But I will try to go easy.” You leaned over and started to stretch giving Dabi and excellent view of your ass in your compression shorts. He was mesmerized by the way your muscles stretched and flexed under your skin. He knew you were strong, but he was about to find out how strong.

His eyes were glued to your ass until an annoying blonde boy cleared his throat. “What was that about me being a perv?” Bakugo quirked an eyebrow at Dabi. “If you can’t even watch her stretch… then you won’t stand a chance fighting her.”

Dabi scoffed, “No offense to you doll, but I think I have a little more composure then your pervy little friend here.”

You finished up your stretching and made your way to the backyard. “I don’t know… Katsuki may have struggled at first. But by the time we graduated he got really good at thwarting my attacks.” You gave Dabi a cocky smirk as the boys joined you in the yard. “I hope you’re ready because I can honestly say I’ve been looking forward to this for a while.”

Bakugo took a seat in one of the pool chairs and kicked his feet up like he was about to watch a movie, “And so have I.” He chuckled as he leaned back putting his hands behind his head, “It’s a shame Icy Hot’s not here to see this.”

You loved that Katsuki was so confident in you, but it was also making you really nervous. If the parking lot fight was any indictor, your fighting skills weren’t as sharp as they used to be. You slowly made your way to stand across from Dabi who was doing everything in his power to look unaffected and bored. His only give away was the subtle way his fingers twitched with your every movement.

You cracked your knuckles and took a fighting stance, “I’m not going easy on you.”

The look in your eyes was enough to make Dabi want to kneel at your feet. You looked dangerous and determined. You looked like a queen ready to hand out a death sentence. He closed his eyes for a brief second to collect his thoughts and in those few seconds you dove at him sweeping his feet out from under him.

You could hear Bakugo laughing loudly from his chair, “She hasn’t even activated her quirk yet and you’re already jelly!”

You quickly rolled on top of him using your knee to pin his shoulder down. You activated your quirk, “See isn’t it just easier to submit to me? You could just let me tie you up and-“

Your words swam around in his head, it was the only thing he could concentrate on. He could think of nothing else other pleasing you. Doing what you said. You were right after all. It would be so much easier to just lay here with you. He didn’t even want to fight you to begin with. NO! This wasn’t right. You wouldn’t get any better if he didn’t try. He couldn’t give up so easily.

His hand came up and covered your mouth rolling over and pining you down. “Damnit that’s freaky.” He was still trying to clear his head when your tongue darted out from between your lips and started licking his palm.”

Bakugo was practically hollering over in his chair, “Oh you fucked up now!”

Dabi’s hand started to go numb. “Wait what? What the HELL! I thought it was only if I like drank your blood or some weird shit like that! How- How are you-”

Your eyes locked with his and you began a mental battle of trying to push into his head. You hand pressed into his side and started to overwhelm him with feelings of regret. You found it was the easiest way to break someone. Lots of people could push through pain. Lots of people push through lust. But regret was an emotion that ate away at a person over time. It only grew and festered until it drove people crazy. You saw a flash of fear in his eyes and you could only imagine what memories it was bringing up. This was supposed to be fun. You didn’t want to traumatize him, so you changed tactics.

Things were about to get really uncomfortable for Katsuki.

You switched up the emotion you were flooding him with to desire, and almost immediately regretted it. His hips snapped forward of their own accord as a growl left his lips. “Fuck! You really want to do this in front of blondie?”

You saw his composure start to slip and you used it to push past that last mental barrier. “Sumbit DABI!” You clouded his head with memories of the two of you making love and pushed harder, “Submit to me. Come on baby I know you want to.”

Dabi’s hold started to loosen, but once again he was hyper aware that this was you underneath him. His goal was to protect you. Giving in now wouldn’t help. He needed to help. So he started repeating that like a life-saving mantra in his head, “I can’t give up, I can’t give up, I can’t give up.”

You snapped out of his head so quickly that is startled you. “What the-?”

Dabi jumped away from you and scurried backwards. “Come on baby girl. You got to do better than that? You thought making me horny would cloud my judgement? I’m basically horny all the time around you.” He got to his feet, dismayed that not only was his hand still numb but he couldn’t seem to get his quirk to work in that hand either. “Your quirk won’t always be able to save you. Fight me one on one. No quirks.”

You jumped to your feet as well. “Oh, but I thought we were trying to not hurt my ribs?” He could hear the sass in your voice, and it made him want to spank you. He used the hand that wasn’t currently paralyzed to create a ring of blue fire around the two of you. He focused on the sound of flames, the way it smelled as it burned the ground below. He looked at you but not in the eye.

You dove out of the way as he swung at you. It was like a dance between the two of you. His attacks came at you full force and it was all you could do just to avoid him. You were permanently on the defense. You could seem to catch your breath long enough to switch to offensive. You were getting tired and your sore ribs were screaming at you to stop. But you couldn’t. You needed to push through it. He must have seen the way you were wincing because his eyes darted to your ribs.

You screeched as he started to shrink the circle, dragging you closer to him. “You weren’t complaining about your ribs when I bent you over the kitchen counter last night.” He shrank the circle even more. You reached out desperately to touch him, but he moved out of the way. Swatting your hands away at every move. The fire was getting closer and you were starting to panic. He could see it on your face. He reached out and grabbed the back of your head and pulled you to him. Intentionally locking eyes with you. “There is nothing you could show me, say to me, or make me feel, that would break me.” Your hands darted out and cupped his cheeks. You tried to fill him with fear, but in your panicked state his emotions overwhelmed yours instead.

All you could feel was determination, defensiveness, fondness, and a deep-rooted need to protect. You locked eyes with him again this time you knew his weakness. You stared him in the eyes with yours full of fear. The blue fire inched closer and closer until it singed your back and you screamed out in pain.

There was horror in Dabi’s eyes as he looked at his hands. “I’m not doing this. Y/n! Y/n I promise I’m not doing this. He attempted to extinguish his flames, but they only got hotter and closer.

You were sobbing into his chest now. “Please put them out… please!” Your screams echoed in his ears and the only thing he could do was panic. He was hurting you. It was his quirk and yet he couldn’t stop it. “DABI IT HURTS!”

The pain in your voice was like a cold water in his veins. It pushed him into action as he managed to finally retract his quirk. He felt the flames smother out, he heard your soft sniffles. But something didn’t make sense… There’s no way Bakugo would have let this happen.

All of the sudden his eyes snapped open and you were sitting on top of him. Perfectly fine. It took him a minute to register what had just happened. “I didn’t mean to play dirty, but you’re one hard dude to crack.”

He gripped the back of your neck and pulled you down to him and smothered you with a kiss. When he pulled back your face was red, and your expression was flustered. “I’m just happy you’re okay.” He pulled you to him as he rocked you back and forth. “I thought I hurt you. Shit….” He pulled you away from him and gave you a stern look, “You’re a fucking asshole for that. What is your problem?! I already have fucking nightmares about this shit and you want to make it worse?!”

You didn’t know if you should feel ashamed or laugh. “Look I said I’m sorry! I knew that was the quickest way to get you to submit! Psychological warfare is my specialty.” His eyes remained cold, but his hands were reassuring as they traveled up and down your back. You pushed some of his sweaty hair away from his face. “I can admit I went a little too far.”

“I’m leaving before this gets too fucking sappy!” Bakugo patted your head. “Good job. You’re definitely a little rusty, but better than I thought you’d be.” He gave Dabi a sly smile, “As much as I enjoyed watching you toy with staples, I want to spar with you next time I’m here. For old times sake.”

You wiped some sweat off of your forehead as you nodded at him, “Okay! I’d love that. Maybe you could teach Dabi some of our old combo attack. Your quirks are a little similar, so some of them might work.”

Bakugo shrugged, “I doubt he could pull them off like I can, but we can try if that’s what you want.”

You nodded enthusiastically looking from Bakugo to Dabi. You were still sitting in his lap and he was suddenly feeling very territorial. His arms reached out and caged you to him, “If it’s going to end up in a pissing contest, I don’t want any part of it.”

You rolled your eyes, “Don’t be so broody. Gosh it’s times like this that you remind me of your brother.”

Dabi shoved you off his lap and started to make his way back to the house. “I’m not fucking broody. You literally just made me think I was burning you alive. So, forgive me if I need some time to get my shit together.”

He brushed past a smug looking Bakugo, “I tried to warn you. She’s ruthless man. I am impressed you figured out her loophole so quickly. Once you focus on a concrete goal it’s easier to tune her quirk out. I wonder what your goal was?”

Dabi glared at him, “Don’t you have someplace you need to be?”

Bakugo sighed, “Yeah, I’m actually going out of town. So, I won’t be back for a little while. I think Icy Hot wants to come visit soon though.” He nudged you with his foot. “So, you behave until I get back.”

You waved as he made his way back into the house, “No promises! Be safe on your trip!”

A few minutes of silence passes while Dabi still stood with his arms crossed refusing to look at you. “How long are you going to pout?”

“I’m not pouting. I’m resisting the urge to bend you over my knee, spank you, and edge you until you cry.” He finally looked at you, eyes not looking nearly as angry as his voice sounded. “But as a rational adult, I think I just might go drink until I forget what you made me see.”

You wrapped your arms around his middle and pressed your face into his back. “I’m sorry. I took it too far.” Your hands snaked under his shirt and pressed to his abs. You released a calm and content feeling. He immediately sank into your touch.

His breath hitched, “While I appreciate what you’re trying to do. I’d rather you not use your quirk on me right now.”

You reached up on your tippy toes and kissed the back of his neck. “Wanna go cuddle and watch TV?”

He took your hand from under his shirt and pulled you with him back into the house. “None of that romance shit.”

That’s how you ended up on the couch with Dabi laying on top of you with his head nuzzled into your breasts. His arms were tight around your middle and your fingers slowly trailed through his hair. You knew how exhausting it was for people when you messed around with their heads. It’s exhausting and disorienting, and while you weren’t at full capacity yet, you still had gone a little rough on Dabi today. You traced patterns on his shirtless back, and you listened to his steady breathing. He had passed out halfway into the first episode of whatever show he had insisted you watch.

You still had a lot of work to do to get back into shape. Not just with your quirk but physically as well. Dabi was right when he said you couldn’t rely on your quirk for everything. You’d have to start building your strength and stamina. You had a feeling Dabi might be hesitant to train with you again any time soon, but maybe you could convince him to do some cardio or something.

You softly chuckled as you imagined what kind of cardio he would have in mind. You felt him stir on your chest, his eyes remaining shut as he burrowed further into your chest. “What’s so funny?”

Your fingers kept playing with the ends of his hair. “What would you say if I asked you to do some cardio with me?”

He rolled over a little bit and bit your nipple through your shirt. “I’d say why are you still dressed.”

He was honestly adorable when he was this sleepy. It was the only time he seemed vulnerable. “I meant like going for a run.” His face scrunched up and your hand froze in his hair. “Oh, does that not sound like fun?”

His hand grabbed yours that had stopped, and forced it to keep running through his hair. “Not at all. Especially when there’s way better ways to get your cardio in…” He started kissing your chest, and then your neck. His hands moved to your ass picking it up off the couch to slot himself deeper between your legs. “We should test how far we can push you until your collar alerts me that you might need help.”

His fingers found the waistband of your shorts and started to pull them down. You hummed as his lips continued to mouth kisses at your neck. He was very affectionate and its not that you didn’t like it, you just felt like something was still bothering him. “Hey Dabi? What did you mean earlier when you said you had nightmares?”

He growled as he picked his head up to look at you, “You really know how to ruin the mood don’t you?”

You quirked an eyebrow at him, “We said we were going to open up more remember?” He shoved his head back to its spot on your chest, using you breasts as pillows.

“Ever since the pool incident… I get nightmares. I’m sure it fucked you with you too. I basically killed you. I honestly don’t know how you even come near me.” His voice was muffled and his grip on you tightened. “Today… what you did outside… please don’t ever do that again. I’m already a monster. I have enough nightmare fuel as it is. I’ve done really fucked up things and I can handle facing most of my demons. But whether I like it or not, you are definitely a soft spot for me.”

He kissed your neck as he made his way down lifting your shirt as he went. “You have gotten under my skin.” He kissed right above your still slightly sore ribs. “You have knocked down my walls.” His fingers found the waistband of your shorts again and yanked them down. “You drive me fucking crazy.”

In a burst of speed, he had your knees over his shoulders and your ass lifted in his hands. He kissed the inside of you left knee followed by the right. His kisses trailed down to the inside of your thigh giving it quick bite that had your hips bucking.

“I know that blonde idiot has confessed his feeling to you.” His thumb started rubbing circles into your clit. “So, I need you to know. That you are more than just a way to pass the time.” You felt a finger press at your entrance. “You are more than just some girl I’m supposed to protect.” His fingers plunged into you and started pumping. “You are more than some infatuation.” His fingers curled, hitting that spot inside you making you cry out. “You are more than I ever thought I deserved.” He gave your clit a hard lick. “But I have you now and I don’t fucking intend on losing you.”

Your fingers knotted in his hair as he began sucking your clit while he fucked you with his fingers. You instinctively knew how he felt. Of course you did, you’ve felt his emotions before. But to hear him say it made your heart skip, it made your head spin. He ate you out like he hadn’t eaten in days. One hand reached up and started pulling on your nipple and you lost it. Your hipped bucked up harshly and your legs shook. You came hard and he continued to lap up every last drop, riding you through it until you finally collapsed back onto the couch.

He grinned up at you, his chin still slick, “Good giiiiirl.” He sucked his fingers into his mouth cleaning them off before reaching for his belt. “Now let’s do some of that cardio you were begging for.”

Dabi was pressing his dick at your entrance when the doorbell rang.

You both froze.

Your shorts were yanked back up as Dabi grabbed his phone to check the security system. You watched his eyes narrow at his screen before his nostrils flared. “What the fuck!” Before you could even ask who it was the front door opened and in walked Shoto who apparently had his own key.

“Oh… Am I… Interrupting something?” He closed the door behind him, “Bakugo said he told you I was coming.”

“HE SAID SOON! NOT TODAY!” Dabi threw a pillow at his younger brother, obviously pissed off about the interruption.

Shoto ignored him and made himself comfortable on the recliner next to you. “Oh, well I wasn’t planning on coming today, but there’s been some developments you need to be aware of.”

You reluctantly sat up and separated from Dabi so he could face his brother. Dabi sighed as he gestured for Shoto to continue.

“There’s several people who are avidly looking for you. And some of them have gotten too close for comfort. That’s actually what Bakugo is doing right now. He’s hunting down a lead. He’s hoping to catch some of these so-called heroes in the act so we can start dismantling their accusations against you.”

The smell of smoke filled your nostrils as Dabi’s temper started showing. “What do you mean they’ve gotten close? How close? How many of them are looking?”

Shoto gave you a sad look. “They’ve made it a top priority. Your agency released a bounty to the underground. It seems every villain and crooked hero is currently looking for you. Shigaraki is one of them… and he somehow has a list of all of your safehouses.”

************

Tags: tags: @falling4fandoms @wifunozomi @here-in-never-land @whore-for-anime @klecksstorys @aurorahoneybuns @theunknownrandom @insane-without-delirium @frenchsfryys @officiallydarkgeek @neofixcs @music-is-all-i-need @katsuki-bakubabe @unadulteratedtastemakerpoetry @dabislittlemouse @aimee1602@pinkhatlizzy @kunaigirlx44 @nii-sanfucker@bestgirlb @silver-stardrop@bakubby99 @squichymochi

[supercorpkid]

Pressure, pushing down on me.

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader.

Word count: 3035.

Warnings: angst and a small panic attack.

If you want, you can read Under Pressure first, and this one will make more sense.

Things have been - you don’t want to use the word great, so – ok. Fine. Honestly, you’ve seen better days. But it’s not as bad, too. You’ve seen worse days. Things are… going.

Lena has backed off a little. She’s not pressuring you anymore. At least not verbally like she was doing. But the pressure it’s still there, even if it’s not so clearly put out. She told you she wants you to do better. To be better. You know there’s a lot of pressure for you to be this perfect being.

Lillian Luthor once told you, and you remember clearly: I guess you are the perfect specimen after all. And lately that statement is ringing loudly in your head.

They once said you don’t have to be perfect with your power, but then Kara complains when you’re not. She called for backup once and almost seems like she regrets that decision already. And then Lena said you were allowed to make mistakes, but you made the mistake of not focusing on your test and she didn’t quite forgive you for that.

The truth is: they are sending mixed signals.

Kara calls you weak and soft, then cries an apology at your feet.

Lena one day decides she doesn’t trust you enough, and goes through your lab, then she lays your head on her lap and says she’s sorry.

Kara says she is proud of how you’re already using your powers, because when she was your age she wasn’t doing so, but talks about her rule of only letting you go supering at 18.

Lena says she is proud of your powers and of you saving her life, but she always makes it feel like this is only the second most important thing. First is always studying.

They miss all of your school events, then stay besides your death bed for endless nights until you’re feeling better.

They say no one is perfect and no one should try to be, but then they push you until you get to the point of perfection. If being perfect is not important, then why are they always asking more from you when you’ve already given so much?

It’s a game of ‘you should do better’ and ‘you’re doing great’. It’s a push and pull from all sides. It’s mixed signals and confusing messages. It drives you to the edge of the precipice, then pulls you back, right when you’re about to fall from it.

And you felt yourself on top of the precipice all week. And when you heard them talking, you knew they were there trying to pull you back, trying to bring you closer. But this time, for some reason, that didn’t work. You’re still right at the edge, and any small wind might push you down. You can feel it. You can see yourself down in the abyss. You just need the tiniest little push.

And the push comes. Because the push was always going to come, whether they meant it or not.

“Hey!” Kara walks in home, and you look up from your books. Maya and Jamie do the same, and you thank Rao she decided to use the front door and not the backyard door, like she usually does when she flies in. “The squad is here!”

Jamie looks at you trying to hold back the laughter and you shake your head, already embarrassed.

“Ok. We’re not using that word ever again.” You say, making Jamie burst into laughter and Maya chuckles softly next to you.

“BOOOO.” Kara points at you, giving you a thumbs down. “I’m a cool hip mom.”

“Yeah, you are! You tell her, aunt Kara!” Jamie says it as a joke, but Kara totally buys it, throwing her hair from her shoulders.

She comes closer, to see what you all are doing, when the front door opens again and Lena walks in.

“Oh, study session!” Kara says looking at the books, before turning to Lena in the front door, still doing her entire routine before entering the house. “Look love, the squad is studying again.”

“The squad?” Lena holds a laugh, ignoring Kara’s instant pout. “Please Kara, you’re a 48-year-old, you can’t say words like squad anymore.”

“You two are always clipping my wings.” She says making a huff sound and turns to Maya. “Hey, I heard you met Superkid the other day.”

“She actually saved me.” Maya says with the biggest smile. “She is so strong; she lifted a car!”

“Well, I mean, she has super strength. A car weighs the same amount as an apple for her. It’s not that big a deal.” Kara says with a little wink.

A little push.

“Yeah, I know. For her it might not feel like much, but for me it’s huge!” Maya smiles. “Especially because she saved my life.”

A little pull.

“Kara, stop disturbing the girls.” Lena comes to the table, sharing a little smile with everyone. “They don’t need to be distracted right now.” She looks down at your book realizing what it is that you’re studying. “Bien. Allons-y!”

A little push.

“Oh, come on, they look like they’ve been at it for hours.” Kara says, getting an agreeable look from Jamie. “Don’t you guys want to take a break and eat something?”

“I could take a break.” Maya says.

“And I could eat.” Jamie agrees.

You look down on your book. And then up at Lena’s raised eyebrow.

“Um, why don’t you go get something for you guys to eat?” You look at Jamie, who shakes her head agreeing, standing up right away. “I’m just going to look at this verb conjugation one more time.”

“Babe, come on. You got it. Five minutes break, it’s not gonna kill you.” Maya stands up too, but even though Jamie is already looking inside the fridge, she doesn’t leave your side.

“Yeah, kid. Go.” Kara smiles, and you nod. “Go! You got it!”

A little pull.

It’s this constant game of how high can you get, before seeing how far you can fall.

Jamie and Maya leave. French doesn’t. Kara brings you dinner in your bedroom because they don’t want to interrupt your studying. Lena kisses you goodnight and gives you fifteen more minutes before closing your book and going to bed.

Fifteen minutes goes out the window. And then thirty. An hour. Two hours. The entire night. Two minutes before the knock on your door, you lay on your bed. Blurry vision. Not a word in English on your brain anymore.

“Kid, time to get up.” Kara’s voice.

You count five minutes, and close your eyes.

“Come on, babygirl. School.” You hear Lena’s voice and you open your eyes again.

“D’accord. Cinq minutes.” You say getting a chuckle from Lena.

“Très bien, baby!”

This weirdly feels like a push and pull at the same time. You feel your stomach twisting inside you, and you get up, getting ready and going to the kitchen.

“Hey, little one.” You hear Kara’s sleepy voice, and she hugs you, kissing your temple. “You ok?”

“Yeah. Great!” You give her a fake smile. Eyes so tired you feel tears forming on the sides. Kara holds your face with one hand giving you one long inspecting look. Will she see right through you?

“Are you sure? You’re looking a little tired.” She says still holding your face.

“Then stop looking.” You mumble under your breath, but your words slur together and you’re not sure she understood you.

“Well, anyways-” Kara kisses your temple again, with a smile. “Good luck on the test today. We can go for donuts after, if everything goes well.”

If.

“Oh, yes. The exam.” Lena says, coming from behind you. “Text me at lunch break to tell me if it went well?”

If.

One big strong push.

“I-I have to go. Don’t want to get there late.” You throw your backpack over your shoulder. “I’ll fly.”

“Wait, did you eat?” Kara asks, with furrowed brows. Your stomach twists and turns inside you, but you’re not hungry, you’re nauseated. You walk to the fruit bow and pick up an apple. It’s not like picking up a car.

“I’ll eat on the way. See you guys later.” You make your way to the backyard door and leave, flying to the empty street behind your school.

You get there before anyone. And wait twenty minutes sitting on the ground outside, before Jamie arrives.

“Oh my God, you look like shit!” Jamie says with a smile and you roll your eyes.

“Yeah, well. You also don’t look-” You shrug before getting your words out. “Huh, whatever. Too tired.”

“Wow, you’re not even bantering.” She touches your forehead. “Are you sick?”

“Just didn’t sleep.” You sigh. “Ignore me.”

“Kinda hard, but I’ll try.”

You sit on your chair, relentless. Legs shaking, pencil banging on your table, eyes looking everywhere, but seeing nothing at the same time.

“Babe.” Maya calls you, and you look up. “You cool?” You agree with your head. “Did you drink coffee or something? You’re looking very high?”

“I’m ok.” You say, then acknowledge what she said. “YES! Coffee!” She jumps a little from your yell. “I had so much coffee today. But I’m cool.”

“Ok.” She sits behind you, and the teacher walks in ready to give out the exams. Maya squeezes your shoulder lightly. “You got this, ok? Just relax.”

You wish that could pull you back, but you’re already down in the end of the abyss. The whole way there, there’s no pulling you back now.

When the exam starts, your brain refuses to do the same. You just stare blankly down not seeing a word, not being able to move, think or breathe. This paralyzing fear, that any wrong move might ruin everything, takes over you. If you mess this up -or maybe it’s not a matter of if, but of when- when you mess this up, what will happen? Will they still try to pull you back? Will they still feel like you’re doing your best? Will they accept this failed version of yourself? Will they love it?

You lay your head down on your desk, and feel the painful weight of pressure, pressing down on you. Tears roll down your cheeks and you are unable to stop them, no matter how embarrassing this must look for you.

Jamie looks at you next to her. She mouths ‘are you ok?’. You want to scream that you’re not. That you are the opposite of ok. But no words come out. You hold the metal part of the desk, and she sees it bending, and sees how close it is from breaking. How close you are from breaking.

“Mrs. Arquette!” She calls, raising her hand. The teacher wavers, but comes when she sees her desperation. “She’s not feeling ok.”

“Miss Luthor-Danvers, what is going on? Do you need water?” The teacher kneels down next to you trying not to call attention.

You can’t talk. Your hands are shaking on the bent metal. Your tears are falling nonstop. And there’s absolutely no air on your lungs.

“Babe, babe. Talk to us.” Maya asks, stroking your back gently.

The entire class was silent for the test, but now you feel like you could hear a hair pin drop. They’re all staring at you. You’re lying on your desk, crying, while people around you make a big fuss about it.

“Can you get up, Miss Luthor-Danvers? Can you follow me?” The teacher asks again, but still radio silence from your end. You see her looking at Jamie, like asking what to do, since she knows you guys are cousins. “Can you help, Miss Olsen-Danvers?”

“I got her.” Jamie stands up, taking your hand out of the metal bar. She whispers in your ear. “You gotta help me, little-Danvers. I got you, but you need to help me a little.”

She makes you stand, and holds your waist, guiding you out of the classroom. Maya stands up too.

“Miss Rose, please finish your test. Her cousin is with her, she’ll be fine.” You hear the teacher’s voice, and Maya’s protests, but you get out of the classroom and that’s as far as you can walk. As soon as Jamie closes the door, you fall on the floor in a hyperventilating-cry, so desperate Jamie can only hug you.

“I’m here. Hey, I’m here. You’re ok.” Jamie whispers in your ear. “I’m going to call aunt Kara now, ok? Can I call her?”

You don’t answer, so she does as promised. It feels like it’s less than a minute later that Kara is kneeling down in front of you, taking you from Jamie’s arms, and wrapping you up in her arms instead. You hear Jamie telling her everything. Every single thing.

How upset you were over the test, and that wouldn’t let them stop studying until she got home the day before. That you didn’t sleep. That you were trembling, crying, breaking the desk. That she knows you aren’t exactly breathing or blinking. Then she said the actual words, so you don’t have to do it yourself.

“It’s the pressure, aunt Kara.” Jamie points out matter-of-factly. “She might have superpowers, but she is still a teenager. If my moms put this much pressure on me, like you do with her, I would have broken down years ago.”

And you are broken down. You are down the abyss. You are hopeless.

Kara flies you to L Corp. She marches down Lena’s office unceremoniously, holding you like a little baby, all curled up on her arms, sobbing on her suit.

“Baby, hey, can you talk to us?” Kara tries, sitting on the couch, and all you do is curl yourself more around her in a way you can’t even breathe. But that’s ok, because you feel like you’ve been holding your breath for a long time now.

“What’s going on?” Lena asks, stroking your back, back-and-forth in a soothing motion. That only makes you scream-cry harder, hugging Kara so tight, it probably hurts her already.

“She had a panic attack during the test.” Kara says and you blink at the realization. Oh, yes. This is it. That’s what this is.

You can’t see any of their faces, but you know they’re probably doing their weird telepathic communication thing, because Kara doesn’t have to say anything else for Lena to understand.

“Oh no, my baby.” She tries to pull you in, but you’re attached to Kara like a koala bear, and she’s not strong enough to move you. Kara tries pushing you into Lena’s lap, which only makes you hold her stronger.

Push. Pull. Pull. Push. It’s even physical now. The crying doesn’t stop even for a minute.

“Hey, hey.” Kara whispers on your forehead. “Momma is here, little one. I’ve got you. You’re safe. Just breathe for me. Can you do that? Can you breathe for mommy?”

Does Kara still love you? Does she still think this broken version of yourself is worth something? Is it worth her time?

“Ok, there you go.” She says when you take your head out of her chest. “You’re ok, my love. You’re safe. Can you tell me where you are?”

“L Corp.” You whisper, between your tears, and Kara agrees with her head.

“Very good. Now can you tell me something you can hear?”

“Your heartbeat.”

“That’s it, baby. You’re doing great.” She kisses your forehead. “Can you tell me something you can feel?” You feel Lena’s hand moving on your arms, shaking like yours.

“Fear.” It’s what you say, instead.

“Fear?” It's Lena who says it. “Of what?”

“Failing. Disappointing.” You say, and your breath gets stuck on your lungs again. “Not being loved if I’m not who you want me to be.”

It’s between tears that Lena says. “Please, let me hold you. Can mom hold you, babygirl?”

You stop clinging so hard to Kara, relaxing your arms so she knows it’s ok to move you. That’s what Kara does. She gently puts you on Lena’s lap, and you feel her arms wrapping around you, protectively, like she’s holding the most precious thing on her arms.

Does Lena still love you? Despite the disappointment of not having the perfect daughter, but rather this broken version of who you once were? Are you still worthy of her love?

“I promise you, you were never a failure. And you will never be one, my baby.” Lena speaks softly, in a tone you’re not very used to, reserved for only the sweetest moments you two share. “You are the single most important thing in the world for me, and I don’t care about your grades, or school, or science, or powers, nearly as much as I care for your well-being.” You feel her hands moving on your cheeks, cleaning your tears for you. “Who I want you to be is a healthy, happy teenage girl. And I apologize for pushing you to be anything else aside from that, and for pushing my own personal issues down on you. You, my sweet baby, don’t have to be anything aside from yourself for me, for us, to love you profoundly and entirely.”

You breathe. For the first time since the day started, you actually breathe. They do love you. They’re not going to stop loving you.

“Little one, we love you so much, I can’t even put into words how big and extreme this love is. You are everything we could possibly want and much, much more.” You feel a kiss on your forehead, and you smile a little from it. “Whatever it is that happens in your life, we will love you, and support you, ok?”

“Ok.” You look up to both of them, with big teary eyes, and you agree with your head, feeling your heart easing out on your chest. “I love you two very much.”

Kara throws her arms around you and Lena, and you’re sandwiched between your moms, listening to their ‘I love you’, and heartbeats, and sweet reassuring voices until you slowly fall asleep in their arms. You’re loved for who you are. That’s all you want to be. And you know, when you wake up again, you’ll be pulled out of the abyss.

Notes:

Thanks @youngjusticeimaginesus for this other incredible prompt. I love writing angst more than I should.

[nhinxsworld]

If I had to give Naoya kinks that aren't stuff like breeding and being an misogynist.

Yeah I totally peak him as the breeding type, and talk about it obsessively. Definitely also the possessive type to claim you, making you his. Degradation and humilation kind of things. Hmmm fucking your housewife.

But!! I want to be creative, I feel like all the breeding and claiming is like every naoya nsfw fic so imma walk the extra mile and be a siMp.

my list

Naoya x reader

Predator and Prey

Naoya is fast, ridiculously fast. You won't escape his grasp so easily once you're tangled into his family's mess, as a servant, as a wife or whatever. You're not getting out once he has set his eyes on you, he won't allow it.

What he does allow it for you to try and run, but only when HE allows you to.

When beloved Naoya is bored, he'll take you to the woods, or to any deserted area "Would you like to play a game with me?"

No, you're fucking scared. Why is Naoya taking you out to a deserted forest?? He isn't going to kill you, is he?

"You're free to run from me." he tells you as he looks at the time "I want you to hide and run, if you manage to escape me, I'll let you go."

You looked at him strangely and he chuckles sitting down on a log "I said if you manage to escape."

A soft nod "...and if I don't?"

His amusement often meant your misery, you didn't like the grin on his face at all "I'll punish you."

"Hmmm, I'll close my eyes for...let's say 5 minutes, and you get to run and hide anywhere you want. Then we'll count down hm...15 minutes, if I don't find you in that time, you win, if I do find you I win." He explains and you nod again.

"Okay..." you weren't sure why he wanted to play, or what he'd gain from this game, but you're willing to try. Willing is funny, Naoya will find a way to force you and play with him. You're here for his enjoyment afterall.

"Good, now go run a little and hide little one, or I'll come and eat ya~" he says and ushers you off, placing a timer on his phone putting his hands over his eyes with a smile on his face. He seems enthusiastic about the game "Alright 5 minutes."

So you started to run into the woods, your legs carrying you as far and deep into the woods as possible not caring about the loud sound of leafs beneath you.

You ran and ran until you couldn't see him anymore looking around the forest to find a place to hide or run to.

Meanwhile, Naoya was still sitting on the log waiting for the 5 minutes to be over, curious of where his little plaything could have run to.

He feels excitement bubbling in him getting to hunt down his little prey. Breathing in the forest air he truly felt closer to the nature. Naoya adores the scent of the trees and everything these woods had to offer, he can hear little birds chirp.

When his phone beeps signaling for the 5 minutes to be over he takes his hands of his eyes, re-coordinating where exactly he is adjusting to the light.

He yawns walking towards to the direction you had started to running, assuming you're stupid enough to just keep running that direction, after all you were pretty loud.

After a minute or two of him just taking a walk through nature, he's just enjoying himself. Maybe he should have taken a calming stroll with you before he ruins it.

Time wise he still had more than enough time, so it didn't matter to him all that much, he'll just take his time.

You on the other hand was given a false hope, Naoya is just playing with you.

Where is he? Isn't he taking too long to find you? How much time has passed? Is he close?

Could you win?

Your heart pounds at that though, being able to escape Naoya? Being able to escape the Zen'in?  Your heart is beating out of your chest, a nauseous feeling of anxiety creeps up as you continue to walk, he should be around now, so you should be more quiet and move on until you find a good hiding spot or are just out of his range.

Oh pretty, you're too easy, aren't you? Naoya has been following you for the past minutes, and you haven't even noticed.

He chuckles inwardly as he just continues to sneak after you, his pretty little prey so obvious to the fact that he is right there.

The way you're walking, careful yet loud steps, looking around so anxiously and unsure, with your hands close to your chest to calm your loud heart, is just so adorable.

Little prey doesn't even know the predator is right around the bush ready to pounce on you.

Looking at the time he smiles, 10 minutes left. Did he give you a glimpse of false hope?

Can you taste your freedom?

He sure hopes you can, because he wants to see the crushed look on your face, the fear when he comes for you.

Deciding it's enough he made sure his steps are louder, he made himself visible to your hearing again.

Oh, how cute you're already shaking just from hearing steps. Getting anxious yet?

10 minutes is still too much, he'll hunt you down in less than a minute, he wants to enjoy this.

He'll make sure you can hear him coming closer and closer, yet pretends to be obvious about it, as if he could see you hiding behind those trees.

Naoya just adores the look of fear, it's so delicious. You're so scared, aren't you? He's right behind you, somewhere you don't even know. He could come out any second and catch you, take away all this freedom he offered again. Drag you back to his house and don't forget about the promised punishment, by him.

Wonder what he has in mind for you? You'll find out soon. How much time has already passed? You've been running and walking for a while, how far have you gone?

"Little one, I feel like you're really close~" Naoya calls through the woods "It's just a couple of minutes left. Shall we bring this to an end?"

When you start to sprint for it, he laughs, such a good little prey, make him run for you. Make him hurry, make his heart race too.

"Haha!! Good, run, run faster little one. Don't make it too easy for me." he smiles your eyes locked for a second when you turned around.

You felt paralyzed for a second, he is playing, that amused smile on his face, he is definitely playing with you.

Closing your eyes you look forwards and continued running, you can hear his hurried steps behind you as you're running.

You can feel ache step each branch as you're running in the cold air of the woods, your heart is beating out of control as you run.

"Hurry up, or I'll catch you my little prey~" you heard Naoya sing-song behind you.

Feeling yourself sweat and your body burn, you're exhausted, but can seem to stop running scared of what he'll do once catches up.

Begging internally to continue to run faster, you're scared, so scared you don't even want to look anymore closing your eyes, but that's your mistake.

Closing your eyes in the woods not watching where you're stepping falling forward into the dirt.

For a second you didn't even feel pain, just the shock, the slowing feeling of time setting in before you try to get yourself up.

Get up.

Get up.

Get up!!

Everything is so overwhelming, your body suddenly so tired and exhausted, your breath so heavy and uneven, you felt your temperature raise, from the stress of the panic.

Before you could even fully get up you feel a hand tugging on your clothes "Oh how unfortunate, did my little prey trip?"

Turning your head you meet with the ends of Naoyas all the familiar light hakama.

"Look at me" he commands, and you look up to meet his eyes, he leans down and cups your face in his hand.

"You're so pretty." he wipes tears you didn't even notice are falling from your eyes "My pretty little prey, falling back into your captors hands hmm?"

He brings you closer to him and kisses your lips so softly before he bites "you're shaking."

Holding your shaking hand he hums "so cute, I just want to eat you." You felt him licking along your face tasting your tears.

You felt so hot in his cold hands, you're so warm, you're body emitting a sacred heat, yet you're shaking, feeling almost dead cold in your hands with a rising heat in your face.

It's so precious, the rawness of your emotions is just so pretty to him, his pretty, pretty little prey, doesn't even fight back, submitting to their predator.

Begging silently for mercy of their captor, a quick and painless death perhaps? No, Naoya isn't that ruthless and at the same time not that merciful.

He doesn't want you dead, and if he did, he wouldn't want it to be quick.

Naoya is a man, who wants to see you scared, he wants to see you suffer.

Are you really that surprised when he is groping you under your shirt? Are you surprised he is biting and moaning against your neck?

No, not really.

"My pretty little thing." he praises as he lowers you to the floor tugging at your clothes.

You weren't even sure if you're able to perceive the situation at hand. Too much is going on, the completely out of control of your body, Naoyas hands on you. Your wild thoughts that are still too confused and anxious of what has happened, the feeling of failure that you didn't manage to escape. Your exhausted body and the stinging pain of your wounds?

An electronic ringing sound plays ripping you out of your thoughts as the situation finally sets in, Naoya had tugged of your shirt exposing yourself chest to him fully, you're laying on the dirty ground in the woods, and he has a wicked smile on your face "That's the 15 minutes." He showed you the timer as he puts a pause to it putting his phone down "Means I won our little game."

His fingers find your bleeding knees and rolls his eyes simply tying a piece of fabric over the wound "Wouldn't want it too dirty hmm?"

Flipping you over your face pressed to the dirt of the ground he chuckles "Such a good little one, you tried didn't you?" he kisses your back biting and nipping at your skin leaving his mark.

He claims his prey in the mids of the empty forest with only the birds, trees and insects to witness.

The birds chirping so happily in the distance without a care of what's happening in their beloved forest.

Your cries echoing through the space with no human soul to witness. The slapping of skin, the grunts, everything, every degrading word that leaves Naoyas lips "My pretty prey gonna submit?"

"Pathetic little lamb." he coos watching you whither underneath him "I'm just claiming my prize, having my meal."

You're beautiful teary eyed expression fills his hunger, you're shaking form underneath him, is his prize.

.

.

.

"Let's go back home little lamb. How about you'll call me your Alpha from now on~ After all I've claimed you as mine. Marked you and breed you ♡"

[salemwritesxx]

agony

↳ pro-hero Bakugou x lieutenant reader

summary: Bakugou has been kidnapped by a villain. Getting tortured live on camera, Lieutenant Y/n is frantically doing everything he and his team can to find out his lovers whereabouts so he can save him. Though, as crazy and childish the villain may seem at first glance, they are very intelligent and lead Y/n on a merry chase.

w.count: 3.7k

content warning: kidnapping, torture / blood / death, angst / dark themes with a happy ending

An ear-piercing scream echoed through the tiny, dark room, Katsuki’s naked body shaking and twitching, almost blacking out from all the pain as blood dripped from his back. He had tried for so long to suppress his sounds, but eventually, he couldn’t take it anymore, making the villain laugh in a rush of ecstasy.

“Yes, yes, finally. Scream for me, little hero pup.”, they almost moaned out in bliss, before they started hitting Bakugou’s bloody back, the whip had already left deep cuts on his skin.

Seeing mere blinking little dots as everything was so close to fading into black, his last thoughts were dedicated to you as the usually high and mighty Katsuki thought a pleading, “Please… I can’t take it anymore…”, before he couldn’t hold his head up any longer and darkness engulfed him.

-

Looking back to your PC where a livestream of your lover getting tortured had been running for the last four days. Katsuki was naked, blood-smeared and broken, and all you could do was watch as you frantically tried to gain information where that bastard villain was hiding.

“Lieutenant!”, an officer, and good friend of yours, came into your office.

“Make it quick Aki!”, you barely growled – though he didn’t take offense to that, knowing what you were going through right now was something no one could probably even fully imagine, having your significant other taken away and tortured…

“Y/n, we have finally located him.”, Aki said, getting your full attention immediately as you leaned over to look at the map on his tablet. “Our tech team finally managed to trace the signal were he sent the live footage from. At first, the signal came from all over Japan, China, North and South Korea-“

“Aki!”, you didn’t have time for much explaining and he understood, hence he zoomed into the map.

“It’s here. A field up north, almost 300 miles away. We cannot pinpoint it yet, but it’s in a 4 mile radius from the nearest transmitter. Y/n… we got them! They won’t be able to flee.”

You were hopeful, but you also needed to stay calm, thus you took a deep breath and said, “Okay. Tell our team they should get out of there.”

“But, Lieutenant! With just a little more time, we could pinpoint the exact location!”

“No! The villain managed signals to appear all over four different countries. They are psychotic but also incredibly intelligent and if we dig deeper, they might realize we almost have them.”, you then stood up and took your long, black coat. “Let’s hope they haven’t already found out. Tell the tech team to stop, they should be careful not to leave any digital footprint behind that could possibly make the villain run away!”

As you walked out the door, you turned one last time to Aki, “Send the location to all available officers and pro-heroes in the north, as well as a healing heroes and an ambulance just in case. I want as many as I can get! I will be there in 5 hours.”

“Yes, Lieutenant!”

And with that, you nodded and walked out and to your car.

“Don’t worry, Baby… I’m going to safe you. Please endure it for just a little while longer.”, you mumbled to yourself as you almost floored the accelerator after inputting the coordinates into your GPS.

--

“Rise and shine, Sunshine!”, Katsuki heard in the background, still sounding very dull though, his head – no – everything hurting, before-

“HAH!”, he gasped in shock when they splashed a bucket of cold water all over his aching body.

“There you are. My, you are such a gross little hero. You literally peed yourself after our session last time.”, they shook their head and sighed, “Such a bad boy. But I guess it can’t be helped, huh?”

If Bakugou had just a little bit of strength left, he would have growled and yelled at the villain, but he simply couldn’t. He was cold, gross and in so much pain. If those fucked up handcuffs wouldn’t suppress his quirk, he would have killed that bastard right then and there.

“Aww, don’t look at me like that, hm?”, they patted his head as if he was a mere pet, “I know, I know. You don’t like peeing inside your home either, right? Silly me forgot to take you out on a walk. Forgive me.”

Though all Katsuki did was spit right into their face while not backing down and staring at the villain with his gleaming ruby eyes.

“Such a brat.”, was the last thing the villain said, obviously very furious, before they reached to the whip yet again.

“Guess I have to discipline you again, my little pet hero! Be nice and look into the camera for your lovely Y/n to see it.”

-

After a continuous drive of around five hours, you finally managed to arrive – it was a big open field and then a giant forest behind that. The moment you got out of the car, you knew it wasn’t going to be an easy search, but you were determined to find your lover.

“Lieutenant Y/n?”

“Yes?”, you turned around to meet another officer.

“I am Lieutenant Han. We have all special pro-heroes and available officers here. They are already searching the area in groups in all 4 directions. I am confident we can find the villain and the person they kidnapped.”

“Thank you, Lieutenant Han.”, you shook his hand tightly, “I apologize it all happened so abruptly but I greatly appreciate your help.”

Han nodded, then got you a walkie-talkie, before he also started searching in the radius your tech team calculated.

“To all units, this is Lieutenant Y/n. The villain we are searching for is incredibly strong. They somehow managed to make anti-quirk weapons and other equipment. Being hit or tied by them will nullify any and all quirks. We don’t know for how long, but we know it is immediate, so if possible, stay away and don’t attack them directly.”

Then, your search began as well.

-

His head was hanging low, blood trickling over his body and yet, it wasn’t so much that it would be live-threatening, that’s the one thing the villain cared about, wanting to see him suffer for as long as possible.

“Bah! You are so fucking nasty and stink!”, he yelled and hit him again. It’s not like Bakugou wasn’t aware of that, he grossed himself out, but what was he supposed to do when he was cuffed to a chair for the past four days?

“I need to get some fresh air, you stay here.”, they said as if Katsuki could actually move.

Though, in reality, as the villain walked outside of the room, he started tugging on the cuffs yet again. His wrist were already hurting so much, they were already wounded terribly and yet, he didn’t stop fighting. He couldn’t.

Bakugou was not giving up. He had never been someone to give up, even if he was dizzy from the blood loss, even if everything hurt and he had to clench his teeth to silently cry as his bones broke when he pulled the hand through the cuff eventually, it was all worth it in the end.

After four days, he was finally free. Though, he couldn’t feel the rush of his quirk pumping through his veins, which was… terrifying. Bakugou actually didn’t think that much ahead – he was free now, but what to do next? He was weak, dehydrated, hungry and in pain, so what was he going to do now?

Wobbly standing on his bare feet, he walked to the door, however, as Katsuki heard footsteps, he immediately retreated and hid in the darkness, trying to calm his breathing.

The moment, the villain walked in and he wasn’t sitting on the chair anymore, Katsuki reeked his chance and just ran past him and out of the door, though it wasn’t over so easily as the villain yelled in anger and used his whip, catching Bakugou around his ankle to make him stumble and fall, his naked self laying on the hard wooden flooring of the tiny cabin and crying out in pain as his broken hand was pulsating horribly.

“You are such a bad pet! BAD, BAD, BAD!”, they almost screamed, though right now, Katsuki had his flight instinct activated – he was not going to get back into the tiny, dark room. Grabbing the whip, he surprised the villain as he pulled them closer harshly, making them stumble, thus being able to kick them in their stomach to paralyze them for a few seconds due to pain.

Hastily getting rid of the whip around his ankle, he moaned in pain as every step hurt when he stood back up, but he was determined and through immense anguish and on shaking legs, he ran outside, being greeted by so many trees and a thick forest.

Not knowing what to do, Bakugou just ran. His naked feet were dirty and soon little cuts from all different sharp things on the ground made it even more challenging to keep going, but he just wanted to escape.

“STAY RIGHT HERE!”, he heard a screech behind him and then, a loud bang that made him flinch and kneel down in panic – they had a gun, great, and he was quirkless right now...

But Bakugou didn’t stay in that position for long, running as fast as his weak body allowed, shielding just his most private and sensitive area with his hand so tree branches or bushes wouldn’t injure him while pressing his broken hand against his chest to not hurt it any more.

-

When the bang echoed through the field and forest, you turned around immediately, your walkie-talkie also going off instantly, “Lieutenant did you hear that?!”

“Everyone, stay alerted.”, and so, you ran into the direction.

Your drew your own gun as you ran up north in the direction of the forest.

-

As Katsuki ran and ran, he slowly saw a literal light at the end of the tunnel, the forest clearing up as lesser trees were surrounding the area until he finally broke free and into an open field. And that’s where he saw you, you were literally a few feet away from him, hence he couldn’t help but cry your name.

When you turned around, it was like thousands of pounds were lifted from your heart, though you knew it wasn’t over yet as another bang was heard, Bakugou rushing into your direction, he didn’t care if he wasn’t strong when he sobbed your name, he didn’t care if he was smelling and looking so unbelievable gross right now, all he cared about, was seeing you right there, opening your arms the moment you made eye-contact with him.

“Y/n, Y/n!”, your lover cried and hiccupped your name as tears streamed down his face, throwing himself into your embrace. You didn’t care about anything as well, simply taking off your coat and wrapping it around Bakugou’s naked, bloody body as you gently hugged him.

“I’m here, Baby Boy. I’m here. You’re safe now.”

“I didn’t give up… I promise.”, he barely whispered.

“I know, Katsuki, I know. You are so strong.”, though you couldn’t be happy about having him in your arms for much longer when the villain also finally rushed out of the thick forest.

“Ahha, what a pain. I can’t believe my pet ran away like that. Now I have to get it back, so excuse me, Sir, but that is mine.”, they were mocking you and it made you furious.

Katsuki was clawing at you, his face buried in your uniform vest. Just hearing the villains voice made him shake, the reality that he was out of there only slowly settling in.

Holding out your gun with one hand, the other holding your boyfriend close, you saw in the corner of your eyes that other heroes and police officers were approaching, hence you tried to buy some time as you said, “Yours? Yes, right. The last time I checked, owning other people was illegal.”

“Then why don’t you listen!?”, they suddenly threw a tantrum, how was someone like that so intelligent, you wondered, “That’s why I said he was my pet! He is my pet, my pet, my pet! This is MY PET!”, he screamed, making Katsuki flinch and cover his ears as he couldn’t bare hearing his screaming anymore after so many days having to deal with it.

“Stop it right there, or I’ll shoot!”, you then yelled when he came closer again in a fit of rage, though he didn’t listen as he pulled his own gun out.

“GIVE ME BACK MY PET!”

Then, there was another loud bang and the screaming suddenly stopped.

When Bakugou slowly looked back, there they were. Laying on the field, their gun besides them and with a gunshot wound in their head.

“Y/n…”, slowly looking up, he witnessed how you threw away your own gun beside you into the field, before wrapping both of your arms around him.

“It’s okay now. No one will hurt you again.”

With relief washing over him, Katsuki was sobbing again as his naked legs gave in, though you were there, catching him and carrying him bridal style with your coat cover him.

“Lieutenant!”, Han was the first to approach you, “We saw what happened. You had to shoot…”, then they looked to Bakugou, “I see…”

“Lieutenant Han, I want officers to take the villains weapon. We need to find out the mechanics behind them and how they can nullify quirks.“, then you turned around to walk to the ambulance car where healing heroes were waiting.

“Of course. And Lieutenant? A few of our heroes have found a cabin deep in the woods. We can confirm it’s where they held the victim hostage.”

“Thank you, Lieutenant Han.”, then you walked away.

--

As he was laying there, healing heroes tended to his heavily wounded back, while you sat beside him, holding his hand that had an IV needle in it, giving him the needed hydration and nutrients.

Bakugou was embarrassed though. He was thankful they were such professionals, not even flinching when you carried him over even though he was smelling so disgusting. No, they were simply doing their job.

He might have been kidnapped and tortured, but with rescue heroes there that could immediately tend to his wounds and hook him up to an IV needle, he didn’t need to be transferred to an actual hospital. It was just something that was reserved for very badly injured patients and heroes, and even though he had deep wounds from the whip, he still wasn’t “injured enough” to be hospitalized – a little fucked up, honestly, but on the other hand, he was glad, because it meant he could go home with you on the spot.

After having his biggest wounds and broken hand treated thanks to the heroes, you two sat in comfortable silence as you caressed his hand softly, waiting for the infusions to be done.

“I’m sorry I smell like literal shit…”, he then broke the quietness, though not looking at you as he was too ashamed.

“Don’t say that. You survived and endured something so extreme. No one blames you, so don’t apologize.”, gently touching his bloody face, you turned it so he would have to meet your eyes, “I’m so relieved you are here now and your wounds are healed. I’m so proud of you for enduring it. You are literally the strongest hero I know.”

“Y/n…”, tears welled up in his eyes as he grabbed your hand to squeezed it, “Thank you.”

Squeezing his hand back, you softly shook your head and smiled at him, “Hey, I called at the nearest motel so you can take a bath and eat and get some sleep. I’ll stop at the convenient store before that, okay? And tomorrow, we will drive home so you can rest.”

“Hmh.”, Bakugou simply nodded, a smile flitting across his lips, “That sounds nice… I might call my agency, too. I don’t know if I can go back to work immediately…”

“Yes! You should absolutely take a break, Baby.”, holding his hand tighter, you looked very serious, “Something traumatizing happened to you, no one expects you to get back to work like nothing happened. And if you need help – professional help – then I’ll be here to support you, okay? I’ll always have your back.”

“No, I… I just need you.”, and even if it may seem a little naïve to not get professional help so he could come to terms with what had happened in the last four days, the way you looked at him, with love and adoration, even though he was a stinking, gross mess, he just knew all he needed was you to be able to forget.

“And I’ll be here for you. Always.”

--

As he stood in the little bathroom of the hotel and vigorously brushing his teeth and rinsing his mouth multiple times, Katsuki could get a good look at himself for the first time since he had been out of the dark, tiny room back in the cabin. He look so bad, so broken and blood everywhere on his naked body.

Putting away the toothbrush you had bought at the convenient store, he took a deep breath and shook his head a bit to get rid of the nagging thoughts in his mind, before walking over to the bathtub and easing himself into the hot water.

As he was sitting there for a few seconds though, a sudden wave of loneliness overcame him, anxiously looking around while trying to gulp down the big lump in his throat, feeling so… suffocated and like back in the tiny, dark room, chained to a chair-

Abruptly standing up and – as wet as he was – Katsuki got out of the bathtub, stumbling to the door to rip it open with a “Y/n!?”, only to see you were sitting on the bed, your phone in your hand.

For a second, you looked confused, completely surprised by his sudden outburst, just to put away the phone immediately.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m here.”, swiftly walking to the bathroom, your arms were slung around his naked body, dried blood all over him still, though you didn’t care, making him ease into your hug instantly as he buried his face at your chest.

“Come with me…”, Bakugou barely mumbled so weakly, though you quickly nodded and whispered an “Okay.”, showing him you weren’t going anywhere anymore.

Walking back into the bathroom, he hated the thought of being so… weak. But he simply couldn’t shake the anxious feeling, however he knew you weren’t blaming him, not after what he had to go through.

Undressing yourself, you joined him in the bathtub eventually, thought this time, standing in it instead of sitting down as he had unplugged the drain. It was small and cramped, especially for two grown men, but maybe that was exactly what he had needed now – to feel you. Your body pressed against his.

“I’m going to wash you, okay?”, you said in a hushed tone, not wanting to startle him.

“Okay.”

Turning on the shower head on the wall, Katsuki turned around so his back was facing you, your hands combing through his hair, washing away the dirt and blood as well as letting your hand slowly glide along his back, making him flinch and kind of jerk away from you a bit.

“I’m sorry, Baby.”

“No, it’s okay…”, gulping a bit, he quickly washed his face as well, washing away the traces of being held hostage.

“Hey, turn around for me, Kat.”, turning off the water, you reached for shampoo you had bought in the convenient store as well, taking a small amount and then massaging it into his hair, the soft sigh escaping his lips immediately making you smile a little.

“That feels nice?”

“Hmh.”, his ruby eyes were closed and his hands were holding you around your waist, not really wanting to let go in fear that this was all a dream.

It was quiet, but it wasn’t a suffocating silence anymore, knowing you were right in front of him, massaging his scalp and getting off all the dirt from the last days out. As you turned on the water again to rinse out the shampoo, you then also traveled to his beautiful face, gently drawing circles with your thumb to wash away little patches of blood. Katsuki slowly opened his eyes again to look at you.

“Thank you for saving me.”, he then quietly said, which only earned him your smile.

“Hey… I would have traveled across the world and turned around every pebble to find you and get you back. Because I love you so much. I couldn’t sleep knowing you were out there… being tortured, alone with that psycho…”

It made his heart jump and tears welled up in his eyes, before Bakugou slung his arms around your neck to pull you down and press his lips against your own, flinching a little in the process due to the small cuts on them stinging a bit.

“I love you… thank you.”, were the only things he mumbled, only to get pulled in once more to drown in your sweet kisses, something he definitely needed right now.

--

After getting out of the shower, he put on some of the clothes you had gotten from the convenient store as well, just so he didn’t have to keep being naked, even if the ‘one size fits all’ didn’t properly fit and was a bit tight due to his muscular built, at least he was covered.

Crawling into bed, or rather onto the futon, Katsuki immediately flopped into your warm embrace as you joined him, hugging him tightly and making sure to hold him protectively. It was a comfortable silence as you drew on his back and combed through his hair, softly caressing him so he relaxed against you completely.

All he needed to feel better was right in his arms. Being able to snuggle against you, knowing he was home and not in that tiny, dark room anymore. It was a little scary and he knew it wouldn’t be easy in the next weeks as he tried to forget what had happened, though he had already come to terms with one kidnapping, so Katsuki was sure he could learn to live with the scars of his second one as well, especially now that he had you who supported and loved him.

@salemwritesxx || do not repost, edit, modify or translate my works

writer’s note: I am in such an angsty mood lately and I apologize xD

[twstoric]

my all (for you)

𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒚𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒅: uh hi, can i request leona x gn!reader x malleus, with both of them "fighting" over reader's attention as they have sex? maybe a bit of breeding kink as well? >///<

𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: leona kingscholar x gn!reader x malleus draconia 

𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: it’s a dangerous game you’re playingーnot only with competitive beasts but also ones driven to stake their claim over you

𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘(𝕤): rough sex, possessive behaviour, intentions of breeding, biting/marking, powerful beings acting not so powerful ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 2.2k

𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖: i’m crying i’m supposed to be resting but my brain was like “wehh” and i survived on high sugar to get this done smoothly but-! please enjoy, loves!!

ﻌﻌﻌﻌﻌﻌﻌﻌﻌﻌﻌﻌﻌﻌﻌﻌﻌﻌﻌﻌﻌﻌﻌﻌﻌﻌﻌﻌﻌﻌﻌﻌﻌﻌﻌ

“Mh- lheー” you bite your tongue harshly, breath stuttering in your throat as you stare at your legs, unmoving as if you were paralyzed. You fucked up- or at least you almost did but it’s a futile wish to hope that your minor slip up wouldn’t go unnoticed. Trapped in between two beasts, every word that comes out of your mouth is carefully analyzed; figuring when you’ll scream the name they want to hear. 

Leona breathes a small chuckle, yanking your legs closer to the edge of the bed where he’s kneeling close to. “So quiet suddenly, herbivore? Come on, you can scream my name all you want,” he kisses the inside of your thighs, lips pressing fire against your skin as the brunet settles both your legs over his shoulders; not allowing you to hide anything.

“Hm? I believe the name that was uttered was mine.” Malleus tugs you closer to him, almost pulling you entirely away from the other dorm head if Leona hadn’t been gripping you so tightly. The dark fae settles behind you, holding you up and pressing his torso against your back. His lips trail invisible lines over the expense of your neck, fingers teasing the skin under your shirt as he rides the material up over your chest. “Don’t be shy now, dear. Say my name louder.”

Your face flushes, closing your eyes as if trying to block them out. There’s a building heat in your stomach, coaxed and played around with by the two dorm heads but the problem isn’t that the pleasure they give you can be overwhelming—it’s more as though the silent competition they’ve played when it comes to you is starting to drive you a little insane. 

Whenever Leona would bring you to completion with the slow drag of his tongue against your sensitive nerves is ripped away when Malleus pulls you far away from the Savanna prince and monopolizes your lips with a deep kiss; shoving his tongue down your throat and tasting every inch of your mouth.

Similarly, whenever Malleus pours ecstasy into your mind with the soft curls of his fingers against your good spots, mouthing kisses against the skin of your neck, Leona shoves him away, grabbing you by the wrist and trapping you under him away from the Prince of Thorns and makes it a point to bite deep markings into your neck; the clear indication of his claim on you. 

The cycle repeats for too long and too often that whenever you touch near the height of completion, you’re not surprised that it’ll be ripped away from you soon enough. Children, honestly. You’re dealing with children. 

“Please just- d- do something quick,” you huff, closing your thighs between Leona’s head and tugging at Malleus’ hair to coax him near your mouth. If you don’t come soon, you’ll definitely go insane—in a sense, anyway. But you will rip their heads out. Princes of a country or not, they’ll feel your wrath-

A small gasp leaves your throat, suddenly ripped away from your inner turmoil seems to amplify the shock of being fingered. Leona’s hand drags against your walls in an easy motion, the map of your insides printed inside of his head and he knows just how to push all your buttons. 

You don’t get to focus on the King of Beasts when Malleus' hand settles on your neck, sliding up to cup your jaw and turning your head around to crash his lips to yours. His other hand snakes around to your front, scratching at your skin with his nails lightly until he settles over the hard bud of your nipple. 

The Dark Prince holds your jaw with careful fingers, turning you around to watch Leona who’s already lapping at your greedy hole like a hungry man. He alternates between biting your inner thigh and fucking your insides with his tongue and fingers.

“I have a proposal for you,” Malleus whispers, voice deep with desire and echoing in your mind. He licks the skin behind your ear and you moan at the perfect stimulation to your ears and the curl of Leona’s fingers. “Shall we see who can bring you the most pleasure..?” There’s something mischievous glinting in the bright green of Melleus’ eyes. His smirk is wide and handsome, perfectly shaped lips curled in a way like an impish child. 

Your breath grows heavier, impossibly turned on by the proposal and it takes a small nod of your head before Malleus rips you away from Leona. The latter growls in warning, tearing the bed sheets when his fingers take hold of them. “What the fuck are you doing?” He spits out, following after you and narrowing his eyes dangerously. When Leona’s fingers curl around your ankle, he visibly relaxes—as if touching you momentarily satiates his anger. 

Malleus hugs you to him like a prized doll, chin placed on your shoulder and staring back at Leona head on. “Should you be able to bring pleasure to this beautiful body,” the ravenhead starts, spreading your legs apart and Leona’s eyes trail down at the way you’re presented to him. “Then I admit defeat. You are most suited for my beloved.” Malleus sighs in mock sadness; nuzzling close to you before his smirk returns. “But should I emerge victorious…” he smiles, not needing to finish. 

The bet is easily agreed to without acknowledgment. When the prize is you, then there’s no need for hesitation. 

You’re transferred to Leona’s arms easily, lips instantly captured in a bruising kiss. The brunet pushes you down (you didn’t notice Malleus had already moved away), finally getting rid of the shirt you’re wearing and laying you bare. “If we’re talking about the one who can pleasure you, then it’s definitely me,” Leona growls, flipping you around and pulling your hips flush against his.

Your hands latch onto the bed sheets in anticipation, not having to wait long as Leona eases in easily, the smooth drag of his cock filling you to the brim. You’re moaning loudly, hips held up by Leona’s hands as he savors the way you greedily clench around him. “That’s it,” he encourages, rolling his hips until he’s flush against you and drawing out a moan from the both of you. 

He murmurs something you can’t hear but everything blanks when the brunet pulls out slowly, veins dragging against your walls deliciously and snap back in with a force that makes you collapse. Leona doesn’t mind the way you’re unable to stay up, only clutching at your hips and dragging you back so each thrust meets with a loud smack. 

You’re cruising loudly, frantically searching for something to hold onto before dark-painted nails come into your view and Malleus is intertwining your fingers together. He pulls you upright, settling you over his lap and holding you like you’re a precious child. The way he holds is so contrasting to the bruising grip of your hips that it distracts your mind a little.

That is, before Leona hits that sensitive bundle of nerves and you’re gasping helplessly, falling into Malleus’ lap with each abuse of Leona’s cock against that spot inside. You faintly hear the small chuckle Leona let’s out, his grip adjusting on your hips and angling his thrust to make your brain melt.

Malleus holds your face gently, brushing the sides of your face and coaxing you closer to his cock. Your mouth suddenly feels so empty, drooling at the hard display of the ravenhead’s cock; already calling for your attention. 

Malleus doesn’t tell you to do anything, hands busy tracing the shape of your features and you can see the adoring stare he gives you without having to look. Almost shyly, your tongue traces the underside of his cock, soft moans leaving your mouth when you can feel Malleus shudder. It encourages you to go further, kissing his head lightly before welcoming him into your mouth.

Your body feels like it’s burning. The obscene thought of how you might look—taking two large cocks of perhaps the two most notorious dorm leader’s in NRC. Your mouth sucking and worshipping every rigid vein of the future King of The Valley of Thorns and your hole greedily taking every inch of cock from the Prince of Afterglow Savanna; not only are you taking the cocks of royal lineage but they’re so determined to drown you in pleasure.

The loud smacks of Leona’s pelvis against your ass rings loudly in your ears. His cock stuffs you full—stretching you wide and pumping euphoria with each vigorous thrust. Leona growls dirty words behind you, his voice floating deep in your head with each thrust of his hips.

The room is filled with the smell of sex and the wet sound your mouth makes with every suction on Malleus’ cock; impossibly large and your jaw aches from the sheer size. Stopping seems impossible for you—despite the ache, you’re kissing and tracing every inch of the dick in your mouth, Malleus cooing and praising you for taking him so well.

The two dorm leaders seem to be nearing their limit, evident in the way Leona’s thrusts slows and switches to a more impactful force and the way Malleus’ fingers tighten just the slightest bit on your head, hips bucking up into your mouth. 

Feeling the building coil in your stomach, your hips buck back onto Leona’s whilst your hands massages Malleus’ balls. The two groan loudly, pressing deeper into you and the warm gush of their cum emptied into you makes you reach climax with a loud moan, body convulsing into sensitive twitches. 

It’s after a few moments where you bask in the afterglow that Malleus is the first to pull away; gently maneuvering your head into a more comfortable position and pushing his cum back in your mouth with his thumb. “You did wonderful, my love,” he praises, petting your face and kissing your lips languidly. 

Leona stays buried deep inside you, making sure his come isn’t wasted but he’s collapsed over you and is essentially crushing you. “Leonaa,” you whine, hissing at the way his cock shifts inside you. You’re too sensitive for this. “Get off. You’re heavy.”

The brunet grunts in response, turning around and you yelp when instead of pulling out, Leona settles on dragging you along with him. You’re on top of him in this position; his cock stays plugged inside your hole and you splutter when Leona grabs the back of your knees and spreads your legs apart. 

“Don’t think it’s over yet,” you visibly freeze at his words, the lion smirking in response. “Competitions are really troublesome…How about we just see who’s child you’ll have? There’s a saying where a true man’s strength can be measured by who’s able to knock up their mate.” 

You feel like punching things and screaming what an absurd saying that is and that you doubt the legitimacy of such a saying but you feel a new pair of hands settling on your knees.

Malleus crawls in front of you, a smile on his lips much too amused to be considered kind and you gape at him when his fingers trail over your stomach. 

“I’ve been told that the superior seed will most definitely be able to impregnate a beloved,” his voice grows thicker, face inching closer to yours. You feel Leona mouthing the skin on your neck, fang scrapping lightly in a teasing manner. Malleus slots his mouth against yours, his equally sharp fangs teasing the skin of your bottom lip. When he pulls away, all you can do is blink hazily at his words, “Shall we find out?”

You feel the faint twitch of Leona’s cock inside you, Malleus already teasing your stuffed hole with the tip of his. “I- I don’t think- that- that.. I don’t I can..” The air in your lungs dissipates until it grows harder to breathe, mind numbing with too much thought and too little at the same time. 

Before you can further suffocate yourself in your own thoughts, Leona sits up. His hands stay secured under your legs and keep your spread apart. Your vision is suddenly only filled with the way Malleus is smiling gently at you, hands coming up to gently smooth over your cheeks to ease your worries. You feel Leona give you comforting kisses on your neck and shoulder, easing the tense muscles and coaxing you to relax. 

The gentle ministrations over your body makes you loosen up and Malleus draws your attention back to him when he holds your face. “Then… one at a time, hm?”

Leona laughs at that, marking your neck once again and giving you a shallow thrust, his cock feeling much bigger than it did before somehow. 

Your eyes widen in alarm, mouthing some words that don’t come out of your mouth. Malleus laughs softly, gliding a finger down your jaw and under your chin to level your eyes with his. Green emeralds seem to glow dimly; mischief stretching over his lips. His hand settles over your stomach and you moan softly when he applies soft pressure, emphasising the size of the cock inside you. 

“You may think it would be difficult to.. conceive but,” he kisses your lips, whispering against your skin as if revealing a secret; “In a land filled with creatures of magic… Anything is possible.” 

[revenant-dumpster-fire]

Sore (Revenant x Reader)

Theme: Revenant comforts (in his weird way) and helps a reader who is tired and sore from a lot of strenuous work and activity, coming down from a manic high. Part of a series.

Warnings: Mentions of mania, threats of violence, bodily pain.

Reader Notes: Revenant (Apex Legends) x Reader, reader is non-gendered this chapter, this can be read in the context of romance or not.

Writing Notes: Reject leg damage, ascend to Octane. I guess this is a series because I have no chill.

Navigation:

First Chapter | Previous Chapter | Next Chapter

"Ah, little skinsuit, you're back." Revenant seems genuinely surprised by your appearance in his doorway. You had wearily limped all the way back to his private room from the volunteer breakroom on other side of the Apex compound. He had, indeed, mentioned something about being willing to help you again previously, but just in case, you had an excuse for showing up.

"I brought you a water." You hold up a water bottle, your arm shaking from exhaustion. A lot of the Legends would have volunteers run water, drinks, and snacks to their rooms from the kitchen and cafeteria, so it was decent cover in case he didn't actually mean it before. After all, you were right at the start of a manic episode then and weren't thinking straight last time. I mean, you asked a killing machine for help, outright, with no thoughts of what that might lead to. But you lived! And he was oddly nice, despite your brazen request.

"When was the last time you slept?" there is something a bit off about his vocals. Genuine concern, perhaps? Or maybe you are imagining it. "You know I don't drink water, right? It's tasteless and I don't need it, so there's no point in me drinking it."

Your gut sinks. You never even considered that, but when you think about it, the only runs you ever made to his room were for various alcohols, usually hard liquors. You should have just brought something from his prior requests, but you were so confident in water as something everyone enjoyed...

"Sit down. You're not answering me quickly enough to be reassuring." He motions to a small bench in his room with cushions situated in front of the television, which was broadcasting some of the highlights from the last match. You want to walk over, but you're too busy rubbing your eyes at the moment trying to fight back the fatigue. The water bottle slips out of your hands as they rub into your eyes for a moment, and as you jolt to try to catch it, you feel the soreness in your legs lock them... causing you to fall on right your face.

"So... I take it that it's been a while." He seems bemused, but you are too tired to be bothered by it. You just lay there, face down for a moment, absolutely and utterly exhausted. The water bottle steadily and slowly rolls away from you and towards where Revenant is sitting: at a computer desk to the right of the room, pushed up against the far wall.

He audibly sighs, and you hear nothing for a moment. Then you feel a single, metallic arm scoop under your belly and hoist you up like cattle. You feel the weight of your torso balance against the weight of your legs, sufficiently winding you as your hang by your diaphragm on his forearm. You stare blankly at the floor, blurring from your weary vision. He carries you to the cushioned bench, and places you down on it surprisingly gently. The cushions help keep the bench from being wholly uncomfortable as you slowly find yourself splayed out on it. You stay limp, letting your limbs fall where they will. He's right. You haven't slept in a while.

"Sorry..." You utter as he sits next to your pretend corpse non-chalantly. He's hunched forward, forearms resting on his knees, looking over you with notable interest. Your last manic episode was only just beginning to wear off, and you managed to hurt both your legs running around at full speed during it. Even worse, the mania kept you from sleeping last night, only getting in an hour and a half at best, which is always somehow worse than not sleeping at all. You were already drifting to sleep as your thoughts wander.

"Hey." You wake back up with a jolt at the feeling of a cool hand coming to rest on your shoulder. "Seriously, what kind of ship are they running in this place? Why are you so desperate as to come to me for help--twice?"

You move to sit up, and his hand drifts away. You should apologize and leave with the water. That would be best, right?

"I'm sorry for the disturbance." You say as you hobble to your feet.

"Bit late for that. Also, those legs aren't going to hold you up for long, your muscles are already quivering like a violin string against a bow." You loosely see him point to your legs through your blurry vision. He is right. They hurt really badly. They had been given a moment of rest and they are screaming to be given a longer reprieve.

"Sit."

"I'm sorry, I'll just be--"

"SIT." His growling command is absolute. You collapse onto the bench with no further protests. Your legs are still sore, whimpering in pain, but much better now that they aren't supporting any weight. You sit upright, but you feel your posture faltering rapidly as you begin to drift towards sleep.

Revenant stands up off the bench while picking up the runaway water bottle in a single, sweeping motion.

"This is fairly cold, was it originally frozen?" He towers over you intimidatingly.

"Yes, most Legends like cold water, so we are constantly defrosting frozen bottles throughout the day." You answer blankly.

"Good. So where are the frozen bottles?"

"In the mess hall kitchen, walk-in freezer B, on the left." His questions give you just enough mental focus to break through the fuzz of exhaustion for a moment. "Would you like me to retrieve you a frozen one instead?"

"No, it's fine, I'll go." He starts to turn to leave, but you speak up.

"Actually, only volunteers and staff are supposed to enter the kitchen area--"

"I go wherever the hell I want." He turns back to shoot you a glare. "Now get up, and lie down in that bed." He points to the surprisingly large bed immediately behind the bench, perched at perfect viewing angle from the droning television. "I don't sleep. Haven't touched it. Won't touch it. You might as well use it."

"Wait, I can't just--"

"You don't have a choice anymore. Now go." He turns and slides out the door, letting the hatch close behind him, but not before giving you one last dirty look for questioning his request.

You consider that it is technically a part of your volunteer duties to do as the Legends ask. Sure, you are allowed to deny any obviously bad faith requests, but nobody said you had to deny them. Plus, Revenant is probably the most mysterious, concerningly foreboding, and terrifyingly powerful Legend in the Games. Nobody would blame you for doing as he asks the moment he asks it, especially when every word he speaks oozes with a threatening aura. Most volunteers wouldn't even come to his room. You were just happy to take all their requests and deliver them yourself to get to see him for a few moments. Sure, you had to trade away a couple Fuze requests and Wraith requests to prioritize him, but everyone seemed intimidated enough that they came to you to trade well before even considering just making the delivery. You were known as the only volunteer who actually liked delivering Revenant's many requests, even when some of them required going above and beyond the normal snack or drink runs.

You manage to hobble yourself onto both legs, which are once again screaming for relief from your weight. With a couple of well placed limps, you make it to the edge of the bed. He really hasn't touched it. Not a single wrinkle in the cloth. Nothing is out of place. Pillows are fully fluffed and without craters from a resting head. You hesitate to ruin it, but you know you must.

You crawl into it, collapsing only a few inches from the edge you started on. It's so soft. They really spared no expense for the Legends' beds, apparently. You remember them getting remodeled and finding the bench to be an odd choice over a nice couch, but you didn't know they were outfitted with beds made of clouds. You wonder, what does Revenant do all night if he doesn't sleep? How boring must that be? Does he charge his chassis? Does he shut down? You think about what it must be like to shut down. Shutting down must be nice. Peaceful. Just being able to rest. Similar to sleep. If only...

• • •

You suddenly regain awareness of your surroundings. How long were you out? Are you still in bed? Why is it so dark? You lift your head a little and tilt it towards a skylight window on the ceiling. Your back is newly sore, and your neck protests being bent. It's night now. You've been asleep for at least five hours for it to be this dark. You begin to scan the surroundings just to be startled by the hulking mass sitting on the bed next to you. His eyes glow dimly, locked on to yours.

"Feel any better?" His vocalizations are a bit more hushed than usual. He may not be sure if you're fully conscious yet. To be fair, you're not sure you're fully conscious either. You want to answer, but you're paralyzed like a deer, staring into his optic LEDs. After a moment of uncertain silence, he reaches out and touches your shoulder lightly, bringing your mind back in focus.

"I am so sorry, I didn't mean to--!"

"Shut it. You slept like a corpse. Probably one of least entertaining sleepers I've met." Wait, he watches people sleep? "Although, to be fair, you might be much more restless on a normal night. Maybe this is like one of those pilot episodes that is just not up to the quality of the rest of the series." You noticeably shudder and pull away as you sit up to face him. "See, more of that would be better." You hold the sheet in front of you defensively, not that it would stop anything larger than an insect. "Cute." He pulls the sheet from your hand and it falls back to the mattress.

You can't help but feel a bit bothered by his inquisitive stare, now knowing it's been collecting data for hours without your knowledge. You lean away as you think about it, continuing to shudder, deciding that perhaps this Legend is still planning to dissect you at some point after all.

He relishes in your fear for a moment, but then swiftly moves to get up and walk to the kitchenette. He opens the freezer, unleashing a powerful light into the room for a moment, before pulling out a bottle and closing the door, taking the light with it.

"What hurts?" He grabs a towel from atop the freezer, wrapping the frozen water bottle completely.

You stutter for a moment, and then get it out:

"I hurt my legs pretty badly yesterday, as well as my back, apparently." You had just woken up to it sore and aching, unfortunately meaning that all that box lifting had finally caught up with you. You reached behind yourself to try to massage it, but you felt a cool compress push up against it. When did he get behind you? He didn't even make a sound.

"A sore back is the worst." Why was he doing this? Has he really taken some kind of liking to you? "Even Rampart takes pity on me and readjusts my spinal plates when they get misaligned." He rolled the covered, frozen water bottle up and down your spine, helping with the pain a bit. "I haven't met a skinsuit or simulacrum who simply walks off a bad back."

You felt bad. He shouldn't be helping you. Why was he even bothering with you? What compelled him to do or say any of this?

"Hey, don't hunch forward like that, it'll get worse." You snap to attention.

"S-sorry!" You let slip out of your mouth as his spare claw wraps around your left shoulder and pull you back against the bottle and into the correct posture.

"Anyways, I was about to ask... Where do they get off working you to the bone like this?"

"It's actually my fault. I haven't stopped working since the third season, the more you work the more interaction with the Legends you get, I wanted to make sure I got the best positions and shifts." You pause. "I should have taken time off the moment I started to get fidgety. I should have known I would do something stupid and inappropriate..." You trail off, realizing you're speaking things out loud that are better kept in your internal monologue.

"Well, you're not dead so far, but you're really damn close to Death now." Your spine was starting to relax and decompress, finally. "So, if you're working that hard, that means you definitely are a huge fan of one of these skinsuits... so, who is it? Season 3 you said, right?" He paused as you started to turn flush without his notice. "Octane doesn't suit you, you're slow and clumsy. Although, perhaps that's something to aspire to. It couldn't be Crypto, he's unimaginably boring. Wattson, though, I have noticed she has a lot of fans..." He was simply mumbling on. It didn't really matter why you started anymore, you already had a new favorite. "So, which one? I'll add 'em to my list of high priority targets, just for you." He pauses, awaiting an answer.

"You..." You say, as softly as you can.

"Repeat that. Louder." Did he hear you?

"You." You say it just loud enough to know he heard it this time. "You were my favorite the moment you joined," you pause, deciding if you should confess this, "especially after that stunt you pulled on live TV." You hated Forge like all the other volunteers after word spread around about how he treated Bangalore. He may have put on a decent façade for the camera, but clearly was a predator behind the scenes. When an abuser is backed by big money like Hammond Robotics had, they could freely abuse anyone without consequences. Money tends to shut people up, despite the victims. Your gut told you all you needed to know about Forge the moment you first saw him. Thankfully, it was also the last time you saw him. Even though the just side of you knew that Forge deserved some kind of trial, the more primal part of you was happy to see him gone. The justice system would have been rigged in his favor anyway.

Revenant was silent as you pondered. Shock? Disgust? Or just nothing to say? He wasn't one to be speechless.

"Well, not sure what kind of a psychopath you are, but your wanton lack of self-preservation is my favorite thing about you." Was he offended at your answer? He sounded humored. You panic a little and start to pull away, but get pulled backwards--all the way into his enveloping grapple.

His entire frame practically swallows yours. You peer up just to catch a glimpse of his face staring down menacingly at you. You instinctively start to ball up defensively, but he snags one of your legs before you can tuck it away behind your arms. He's strong. Disturbingly strong. Even for a mechanical amalgamation, his grip is unfetterable. You couldn't free your leg, and you knew there was no way you could squirm out of it.

"This hurts too, you said?" The bottle was pressed to your calf, and he applied steady pressure to the muscle to relieve the nerves and cramping. Why was he doing this? Didn't he just make a thinly veiled threat to kill you? "You should consider giving me the other leg too. Unless you're afraid I'm not going to give this one back." He mocks you, but honestly you aren't sure he is truly joking about taking your leg or not. He could, if he wanted. He's huge, strong, and apparently he can make blades from his mechanical hands. You shudder a bit at the thought that those same lethal hands are currently prodding at your calf muscle... He is actually fairly adept at relieving pain, oddly enough. You feel the pressure ebb away the soreness as it reaches relief. You knew a little about simulacrums, enough to know they were once human. Did he hurt himself a lot back then? How else would he know how to do this?

"Hey, I'll trade you." He releases your one leg, it actually feels a lot better. Just a bit of pressure in the right areas really calmed it down. He motions for the other, but you cower for a moment too long. "Give me your damn leg." You immediately relinquish it, carefully pulling back the newly relieved leg into your defensive ball stance, per the trade agreement. He proceeds to perform the same relief on the other leg as well.

"You know, normally when I'm asked for help, I get to kill something." His gaze remains locked on your leg. "Instead, you just tempt me and expect me not to. Now why would you do that, little skinsuit?" You lock on to his eyes, but they never meet yours. "You've got a death wish, as far as I can tell. I'll confess, I like that about you." You keep perfectly still and silent, trying to stay as small as possible. "You're playing a risky game. Can't say I get to play these games often, so I'm going to make the most of it." He gently releases your leg, now feeling better and relaxed. You pull it into your ball, finally completing the pathetic stance. His giant, clawed hand comes down to pet you on the head a little roughly. He could crush your whole skull, if he wanted. That is the primary message, laced with the subtle message that he won't do that, yet. A chill runs up your spine.

"Alright, I've made my decision." He's out of bed, taking the thawing bottle and towel back to the kitchenette.

"W-What?" You are very uncertain.

"It's fine, I'll have it taken care of. Now sleep. You haven't slept enough." Your spine curls a bit at the prospect of sleeping in the presence of this guy again. You start to get up to leave, but it's slow moving since you're still a bit iffy on your legs.

"It's okay, I have a bunk in the volunteer space I should get back to..." You trail off, meeting his gaze and causing you to freeze right before standing up. His yellow eyes seem brighter and more visceral than before, locking you into a stare down. You blink immediately, that's not a fight worth attempting. "...why?" You can't tell if you're pleading or hoping for a genuine answer. He turns away to look back into the blinding light of the open freezer for a moment.

"Go, if you want, but I'm only giving you five seconds." He doesn't turn to look at you, he just starts counting. "Five..." Should you go? "Four..." Would he come after you? "Three..." You don't want to go, actually. "Two..." You want to see where this goes. "One..." What else do you have to do, anyway? "Zero."

Revenant turns to meet your gaze, his eyes noticeably widening and dimming in the dark when he sees you still there. He probably knew you didn't move, after all he would have heard it, but he still seemed happy to see you there anyway.

"Now, sleep. I'll take care of the rest." You felt a bit uneasy, but you laid back down, uncurling yourself and trying to make yourself comfortable. Revenant didn't linger over you on the bed this time, instead he must have gone from the kitchenette over to the computer desk, because you slowly dozed off to the sounds of the keyboard feedback chirps and pointer clicks as he worked with the heads-up displays. You were more tired than you thought, and dozed off quickly.

• • • •

"... Hah! I knew the pilot episode wasn't a good indicator of quality." You woke up to him looming over you in the bed again, but this time you were not taken by surprise. "You twitch a lot while you sleep; you even murmur absolute nonsense." You sigh. This is fun for him somehow. "I swear you were trying to run or swim at one point... Did you get away? Or did you drown?" You don't know how to answer his questions, you don't remember any dreams. In fact, he probably has more of an idea than you do at this point. You meet his gaze, and it seems to be understood that you have no answers. He sighs, clearly disappointed.

"Shame, well, in the meantime, congratulations on your promotion."

"Wait, what?"

"Here, welcome to the team." He drops a red laminated badge on top of you, and swiftly makes his way out of the bed, just to crawl up the wall, onto the ceiling, and starts to exit through the skylight window. "Sorry I can't spend more time with you, but I have a match today." His voice is nearly drowned out by the sound of aircraft starting up. "Watch for me, I'll make sure I knock out whichever one of those skinsuits used to be your favorite early on." You can hear the sneer in his voice through the overwhelming aircraft engines.

He disappears from view, the window closes, the aircraft noise dampens again, and the television drones on with the pre-match banter between announcers in front of you. You stare up at the morning sky for a moment, wondering what you got yourself into.

You look down at the badge. It is a top clearance badge, meant for direct employees of the Legends. It can get you access to almost anywhere and to almost anything. It has Revenant's personal seal on it, marking you as his. It has all the correct watermarks, and a scannable chip to prove authenticity. You've only seen a few of these, and you heard Mirage once got in huge trouble for selling his as a VIP experience. But it did nearly sell, and it was already bidding for enough money for any sane person to retire off of.

You aren't a volunteer anymore. You're Revenant's subordinate. Notably an important enough one that you can go almost anywhere he can go. The badge shimmers in your hands, sparkling in your eyes. This badge is worth more than anything you've ever held before in your life. You revel in it for a moment, until you notice it: You're now "Little Skinsuit" according to the "Name" field on the badge. He genuinely couldn't resist, could he? You'd be bothered if it wasn't genuinely hilarious. That means somewhere in the security checkpoints, "Little Skinsuit" was now registered at nearly maximum clearance. Amazing.

You sit there for a moment, pondering how you got yourself into this. You had a moment, just a single moment a few days ago, where you felt like you could ask him for help. You just wanted to calm down; you had tripped, bruised your feet, hurt your calves, and even busted a couple bottles of liquor and whisky meant for him because of your manic movements as you ran back and fourth from one side of the complex to the other. Finally, after getting him everything he requested, intact, you lost your inhibition for a mere moment. You asked if he'd help you settle your mania. And for some reason--maybe he had already started to get some kind of drunk at that point--he said yes. That's what started it all.

He said something about helping you again before you left last time. And then you came back yesterday, completely in the fog from no sleep and a continued manic episode, but holding on to that promise. And now you've somehow become his personal errand runner, holding an ID worth more than you could grasp. What the heck is happening anymore?

For now, you stare into the sky, and soak in the sun, and just relax in the moment. You get to watch today's match instead of scrubbing the floors. It'll be a nice day.

[merminns]

The pain in your eyes

Levi Ackerman x Reader

❧ Content/ warnings: angst, mentions of death and mourning

❧ Word count: 2.2k

❧ Notes: this is a repost from my old blog

Darkness, silence and pain. These were your best friends, ones that accompany you every night and never leave your dreams. These were the emotions you register as you shoot out of bed in the dead of the night, eyes wide and teary, breathing heavily as you try to erase the memories of your new nightmare away.

This was almost a nightly routine. A normal one considering what you experience most of the time being part of the survey corps.

You wake up every night with a powerful amount of fear gripping at your heart, trying to forget about the darkness that consumes your mind and the deafening screams of the ones you care about followed by silence a thousand times more deafening after they’re gone. You will yourself to calm your breath and clear your mind, running your shaking hands through your hair.

This goes on until you notice the two sets of innocent eyes that lost their sleep due to your constant shaking in bed. Your baby brothers were used to this, so they just sit back and allow you to calm yourself slowly their eyes full of concern.

Oh, those eyes. They saw scenes they shouldn’t have at such a young age. They understood what death and pain meant at an age where peace was supposed to be the only thing they knew.

Both of them were there that fateful day when the titans ate both of your parents and you could do nothing but hold your baby brothers and flee. It wasn’t the first time you came face to face with titans but their number was overwhelming. You couldn’t fight them off. You wouldn’t have been able to save your parents, so you did the only thing you could do; you protected the only people you knew you could save.

Even though what happened that day was completely out of your control, you still held yourself responsible, and the horror of the scene combined with the guilt stapping at your heart were enough to have this memory engraved in the back of your eyes, coming to life whenever you tried to sleep, along with all the memories you held for your fallen comrades.

It wasn’t normal to have children around HQ but an exception was made for your brothers, they were too young and you were the only family they had left, plus they didn’t cause any trouble, the pain they went through was enough to make them too mature for their age, but they were still innocent at heart and they were very nice and helpful to squad leaders and cadets alike, so it was quite easy for everyone to find their presence pleasant.

Your brothers enjoyed spending time around the scout members as well, but they always made sure they were within your range of vision, knowing how you panic when you’re not assured of their safety. And when the night comes, they refuse to sleep anywhere except in your bed, claiming that it makes them feel safe, but you knew it was mainly because they wanted to help you with your nightmares as much as they could.

They wait for your breathing to return to normal before they sandwich you between them, hugging you with their small arms and telling you that it’s alright.

“It’s ok. This is just a bad dream.”

“Yeah, don’t worry, we’ll protect you from anything bad.”

They stay like this hugging yo tighter and helping your shaking form slip back into sleep.

They were the only reason you willed yourself to calm down every night after a nightmare, to do your best every day during training and doing your duties, and to never let a titan hurt you during and expedition. They are what strengthened your will to live and fight.

You didn’t want anyone else to share this position with them. You didn’t want to get close to anyone else in fear they’d be added to your nightmares one day, so you refused to make many friends from the survey corps.

Everyone respected you, knowing how much of a powerful soldier you were but not many people tried to get to know you because they knew that you���ll always turn them down; save for some people who didn’t know how to give up at all, like Hanji for example.

“Come on, it’ll be fun,” Hanji said as they practically dragged you along to where the rest of the squad leaders were “We hardly ever get any time off and I’m sure you’ll like everybody.”

“Hanji, I don’t want to spend time with anyone, I just need some rest.” You replied stubbornly, but Hanji never gave up.

They always made sure to include you in their new discoveries and drag you along whenever there was a chance for the squad leaders and the commander to spend some peaceful time together as friends, not as soldiers.

You always did your best to turn them down but they never knew when to stop. Your brothers were another persistent duo, pushing you to spend time with others, telling you that they’re nice and they loved spending time with them.

All it would take for you to agree was the pleading eyes your brothers would give you, Hanji following their lead.

“You’re a big baby” You stated to Hanji with a sigh as you finally started following them to where their friends were sitting.

You mainly agreed because you know how much your brothers loved the squad leaders. If there was nothing else for them to do thy would insist to help Hanji, Erwin, Mike or even Levi as much as they could.

On the other hand, the squad leaders also found spending time with you and your brothers a pleasant occurrence. Especially Levi.

Though he’d never admit it, he had a soft spot for your brothers. They always reminded him of Isabel and Furlan. Especially when they started playfully bickering amongst themselves.

So, when another painful day came your way, and the only family you had left was taken from you by the titans for the second time, Levi understood how you felt. They were gone. The titans had taken all you had left, they took your reason to live, your will to fight, you had nothing left.

The pure pain you felt left you paralyzed, looking at the same eyes that helped you calm down after a nightmare, now lifeless on the ground. The same eyes that chased your nightmares away became a nightmare on their own. The worst nightmare of all.

You fell to your knees silent tears running down your face, your heart being ripped to shreds. The fight with the titans, who came out of nowhere, still going on became faint noises in the background for you.

These creatures took everything you had; they took away your family, your happiness, the only kind of peace you ever knew. They took away your will to live.

“What are you doing? Get up and fight.”

Levi’s words didn’t even reach your ears. One look at your face was all it took for him to know you weren’t going to fight. He knew you finally gave up, but he also knew what it feels like, to lose the only family you knew. So, he took it upon himself to keep you safe.

He fought harder, never moving too far away from where you stayed on the ground, staring at what was left of your brothers. He made sure that no titan came close enough to hurt you. And he would have failed if it weren’t for Erwin who saved you in the last second from a titan’s grip when Levi became too occupied with another titan.

The next couple of days, you started coming back to your senses slowly, but you still refused to speak, move or even eat. You spent your time laying in the infirmary bed staring silently at the ceiling until you drifted off to sleep, woken up by nightmares not long after, screaming and frantically searching for the eyes that brought you peace at night, until reality hits you and you collapse back in bed repeating the cycle all over again.

After it was over you still didn’t move or make a sound. If it weren’t for your faint breath and the tears still running down your face no one would have known you were alive. Your comrades helped you into a wagon and took you to the infirmary to check your wounds, and all the while your senses have been shut down. You didn’t feel the hands that were helping you move from one place to the other, you didn’t hear the voices of those who considered you a friend trying to tell you that it is alright, and you didn’t see their sad eyes look at you, troubled, not knowing what to do.

One thing you noticed though, was the overwhelming number of soldiers who came to visit you every once in a while. You never realized it before, but as you were busy shutting people out and refusing to make friends, your brothers had made a lot of friends within the survey corps, and now that they were gone, every soldier that ever cared for them came to visit you. This idea on its own brought more pain to your heart, pushing you farther into your silent, motionless grief.

Only Levi never showed up through the day. He never came to visit unless he was sure that you were asleep, that everyone was asleep. He would sit by your bed silently, understanding everything you’re going through, you reminded him of himself too much that he didn’t like it. He would sit by your bed for a while and before he leaves, he makes sure to leave something beside you on the bed that he thinks would help you.

His visits became a nightly routine for him. And as time passed he started to break the silence, he started to whisper to your motionless body that he understood, that he went through what you’re going through.

He whispered to you about Isabel and Furlan, about how he lost them to a titan too. He whispered to you about the distant memories he has about his mother, and about his days in the underground. But once he feels like you’re about to wake up, he would put what he got for you on the bed and leave.

You usually woke up to find a book that one of your brothers liked beside you. The books were a great help. In the beginning, the sight of the book brought tears to your eyes, you didn’t know what the book was about but you knew that one or both of your brothers liked it. So, you started to read the books, and every once in a while a new book would appear and they helped you cope, they made you feel as if your brothers were there, sitting by you reading the books with you.  

One time you even woke up to find two moderately sized teddy bears lying beside you. You were confused when you saw them, but then it made you feel like you weren’t sitting alone in bed, and as childish as it seemed, you started to hug them to your chest and  pretend that they were your brothers lying next to you in bed.

Everyone was happy to see that you started moving, you started eating without being force-fed and with the slow flow of days you even started getting up every morning and wearing your uniform.

You moved your things back to your room, and despite it being hard at first with all of the memories that you shared with your brothers in this room, you started to get used to it, the books and the teddy bears you now had were a great help and you started going back to your daily routine.

It wasn’t easy, but now every time you pass by someone your brothers knew, they’d throw you a greeting or nod at you, and despite the fact that you had pushed everyone away before, it felt good to be acknowledged by all of these soldiers and knowing that you weren’t the only one who know what pain means. You hardly ever spoke to anyone but you nod back at the soldiers you pass by.

You kept on doing your duties, and you started eating your meals in the Mess Hall with everyone else, knowing that at the end of the day you wouldn’t have your brothers but you would have something that reminds you of them.

Levi watched from afar, a hardly noticeable smile on his lips. Because he knew that in more ways that one you were just like him, that despite the pain hidden in your eyes and the grief in your heart, you’ll always be a strong soldier. You would let the pain build you up rather than break you down.

Part 2 | Masterlist | Share thoughts with me ☺