#being overbearing and showing his regret. the. the !!!!!

[spotaus]

Ancha I mean this in literally every possible positive way, this is what I'm doing with this drabble rn (I love it dearly and mere words or keyboard smash cannot describe the way I am going feral over it)

Gifted drabble - New Age Au - The Eye of the Storm

Hey @spotaus !! I am back as I told you I would be because you gave me MORE brainworms! Remember us talking about the magic system? or me just yapping and rambling about it hahah.

And the thing you mentioned about how Geno would react to seeing Dust's storm? Yeah. Brainworms.

Either way. It can all still be changed as Spotaus and I discuss the magic system and how everything works.

So warning? ish? Deep intimacy by showing the soul. reference to past toxic relationship ship is DustedAfterDeath

This is them FAR beyond their toxic arc youall. They relationship is healthy and full of consent at this point :3

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Dust frowns as he stares at the door.

It is fine.

It isn't that big of a deal.

Just get it over with.

Dust sighs as he rubs the soft cotton of his hoody. He is still in his casual wear for now. He had a few days off and he hardly ever wore his uniform on those days nowadays. Especially when Geno and Reaper visit.

He is still a bit unsure about this whole relationship between them. Dust wants to say he fully trusts them but... well... after...

It is hard.

Which is why Dust had decided to just make this jump. Fuck it. Show them the disgusting mess that is his soul and get it over with. They will see it. Be disgusted. Break off whatever this relationship is and be done with it.

Easy.

Dust takes another deep breath as he feels his storm around his soul rumble unhappily. He needs to remain calm. That will keep his storm calm enough to make it safe for them to look at it.

Dust does not want a repeat of the many times he zapped others with lightning. Even a tiny warning zap is stronger than a full blown lightning strike at this point. Dust frowns as he taps the doorknob. Maybe this isn't a good idea after all...

He may have enough control to form actual attacks but actually keeping it calm?

What if he hurts them? They will hate him...

Then again... if they see the mess that his soul is...

Or worse... Dust was right after all and Geno and Reaper just wanted to know how his storm works and it was all still fake. He was being blind again and falling for the exact same trick again.

Then again... they don't know how deeply connected to his soul it is. No one knows aside from Nightmare and his fellow Knights. They don't even speak about that out loud unless they are in a very secure room and know they are alone.

Even with all of Geno's past prodding and hinting Dust never told him that. Even if Dust knew that Geno wanted to know how he had such powerful magic. It was his secret. and Dust had been willing to take it to the grave with him...

Dust offered to show them his soul. Take the next step before they could move their relationship towards soulplay and other acts like it. They didn't know that they would find out the source of his magic...

Which brings him back to this exact point. Wouldn't it be better to just get it over with? If they really are still lying about everything... Wouldn't it be better to know it? To be able to let it go and move on?

Not that Dust thinks he can move on. If he could have he would have after the first mess that this relationship was.

But Dust is aparently an idiot because he is trying this again even if the chance it will hurt is much larger than the chance that this will be alright.

Okay that is not fair. They had been so much more honest about this whole relationship and Geno didn't even mention or ask about his magic since the mess that it had been. He also acutally paid attention to the few things Dust said now...

Then why did he still feel like a speciman? Like a project?

He doesn't like that... Feeling like that. It was why he was fine with being a crimelord before. Why he liked being a knight. No one looked at him with pity when he did either of those. Neither of those positions ever made people look at him like... like... some magical experiment...

His family had meant well... The mage who did this to save his life meant well... but it didn't change the way they looked at him... The worry he would just drop over and be gone. Then later the fear that the magic stabilizing him would just stop working... Then... Then the worry... after he started to cause damage.

Dust glares at the door. Fuck it. Either he is going to prove himself right that they really are still just after information and then he can finally bury these feelings and be done with it all. Or...

Or...

Dust shakes his skull as he pushes the hope down. Don't hope. That gets you hurt.

He knocks on the door and enters as soon as Reaper welcomes him in.

Reaper smiles brightly at him "Dust you are here already. How was your day off?"

Dust shrugs and mutters fine. He hadn't done that much today. Mostly spend time with the horses as he tried to not feel anxious about what he was about to do now.

Reaper keeps smiling "I am happy to hear this." He shoots his mate a look.

Geno looks terrible... mostly because he is obviously anxious and nervous, maybe even uncomfortable.

Dust huffs as he crosses his arms, feeling defensive "You can just say you aren't interested. It was just an idea." It had been Dust's idea after all.

Geno shakes his skull as he messes with soemthing in his lap. Some spell probably. Geno looks nervous "It isn't that i... don't want to... That isn't the issue... It is just... you never seemed comfortable with anything close to this... and then this?" he glances at Reaper.

Reaper picks up easily "Are you sure this is what you are comfortable with?"

Dust shrugs. He isn't. But it is best to get it over with. But the doubt either will like to hear that answer.

Reaper looks fond at him, it makes Dust's soul do this weird little flip thing it is unfair Reaper looks at him like that, "Can you please explain Dust? We wish to understand."

That is something that had surprised Dust. How much they want him to talk or tell them how he feels. Dust finds it unfair. Before Geno didn't even bother to listen to the few things Dust did talk about and now he pays attention? It is just so different. Dust isn't sure how to feel about it. It is nice but it also means he has to explain things he can't quite explain.

Dust searches for the right words "I want... you two to see... it." it. That is the best way to explain the storm.

Geno looks bothered as he loosk up "Why call your soul it?"

Dust shakes his skull. It isn't normal. It isn't healthy... This is dumb. They will both just be disgusted and then this little nice thing will be ruined forever.

Dust shrugs "It is hard to explain..." he decides to echo some words back "Open communication and honesty or something... Soul is not the... healthiest." there.

Reaper looks super worried as Geno looks slightly more horrified. Ugh. Yeah. that is what Dust figured. He tugs on his hood to enable himself to hide more. He wishes he still had his mask.

Reaper shakes his skull "No no love. Nothing against you... But is it safe for you then? To even summon and show your soul?" he looks worried. Geno keeps his mouth shut but he shoots both Dust and Reaper looks.

It is now or never.

Dust sighs as he takes a seat on the bed and shoots them both a look "Well?" and he waits. His hands feels the soft silky sheets on the bed. It calms him. The bed feels like the bed in his own room. Even though he prefers his cotten and woolen stuff. He keeps rubbing the sheets with his fingers as his two boyfriends take their own seats.

Both wait and share a look.

Geno grins a bit "Want me to show my soul first?"

Dust shakes his soul. He does not need to see a healthy soul before he shows his mangled one. Dust will just lose the nerve. Geno looks bothered but doesn't offer again.

Dsut takes another deep breath. Tugs his scarf higher and his hood closer around his skull before slowly tugging at this very core.

And there it is.

Dust always thought it was like a cloud. Just in a weird soul shape all around his actual soul. The tiny malnourished one that never was able to grow fully. The magic and his actual soul work well and seem to connect with tiny bolts of lightning. Dust doesn't even feel it anymore. So used to the constant zapping emitted to his very being... The zaps outwards obviously at much more harmful. as Dust can channel those into actual attacks.

He is not looking at either of them as he waits. Just because he is willing to hear it doesnt mean he wants to see the disgust and horror on their faces...

"It is beautiful..." Geno whispers and Dust can't help but snap up slightly to check. Geno is just staring with open awe at the mess that is his core. Geno doesn't even seem to notice it as he slowly reaches a hand out.

Dust moves the cloud away "Don't touch it!" he stresses it.

Geno blinks and looks confused before seeing his hand "oh shit! sorry. I didn't... i wasn't thinking... I swear i didn't... i wouldnt!" he looks anxious as he holds both arms behind his back.

Dust frowns as hekeeps looking at Geno "I mean it... I can't exactly... control it... It will zap you full force... I already fried Cross once and that was a non-lethal hit... I don't think it will like it if you get that close..."

Geno frowns but Reaper is the one who speaks "It? Why do you refer to the magic as an it?" He seems curious as he looks at the soul and spell. Seemingly enchanted.

Dust frowns as he looks at it "I... well... I tend to just call it my storm... as that is pretty much it..."

Geno seems nervous "I euh... Just so you know you can just tell me to stuff it... But... euh... why is there a very complex spell around your soul?" He looks at Dust and waits.

Dust frowns at him. He knows their question would come. It was to be expected. He looks at the spell and settles on telling the truth "It is my life support system."

Reaper jumps upright "What?" he glances at Geno "Is that normal?"

Geno looks horrified "No? Magic is too... unstable and unpredictable? Which mage... who would... why?" he sputters and seems shocked.

Dust feels more uncertain as he ducks his skull more into his scarf. It isn't that he is surprised but it still hurts... why does it still hurt so much? He knew this was going to happen.

He holds his storm closer as the rumbling in it intensifies with his own shaking emotions. This was a mistake. He recalls both and the soul and storm disappear.

That seems to snap Reaper and Geno out of their slight moment or horror and panic as they shoot him glances.

Geno inhales sharply as he reaches out "Wait! Sorry. Fuck I am sorry. I didn't mean anything negative i swear! I just don't understand. It is fine! It looked beautiful!" He smiles.

Dsut shrugs and mutters "It is fine... it is disgusting... i know..." He wants to leave. He wants to go to his room and cry a bunch... he tugs his scarf higher as he pushes back into his hood. He wants his mask. He wants to hide.

Geno shakes his skull "No. It really is gorgeous i swear! Like a geode!"

That causes him to pause and shoot Geno an disbelieving look "A geode?" the absolute absurb nature of that has to be commented on. A geode?!

Geno nods "Of course it does it is so obvious."

Dsut just raises a brow at him "Really?"

Geno nods with a stubborn tilt "summon it again! I will point it out." he holds up his hands "No touching! Just pointing."

Dust frowns but slowly brings the mess out again.

Geno grins as he scoots a bit closer before beginning to talk "Okay. It is really cool and pretty. Your soul itself is obviously the very center. Everything around it is like the geode itself protecting your soul. The crystalized minerals just barely touching your soul and that makes the colouring probably! The little crystals are all slightly differently forming and shaping and growing. Reforming new connections and growths." Geno points and motions towards the cloud nearest his soul "Around that sits the metaphorical layer of stone protecting it!" when he speaks about that he motions towards the very outer layer of his cloud.

Dust rolls his eye lights "How do you explain the zaps of electricity going outwards?" Like his storm knows waht he wants it makes a tiny zap.

Instead of looking confused Geno just gasps and stares "Holy that is beautiful... It is like... the start of anew crystal growing! It is so beautiful."

Reaper looks curiously at Dust "how do you see it?"

Dust looks to the side "You know... a storm cloud? obviously?" because it is? At least Dust thought that.

Reaper hums as he looks at it curiously "I can see both... though I think it looks more like..." and he stops.

Geno looks curiously at Reaper "what do you see?"

Reaper looks slightly embarrassed "Lets keep it at a gem and a beautiful cloud... that is much more romantic." and he smiles.

Dust tilts his skull "Come on. Tell."

Reaper sighs but stares at the soul and cloud around it with a gentle smile "It is... Sea urchin."

Geno snorts as Dust blinks confused. He had heard of those animals before but never actually seen one.

Reaper chuckles "Yes yes love. laugh it up." he looks amused.

Dust shoots him a look before looking at his soul and storm "why?"

Reaper hums and speaks slowly "Well... it is like a protective shell isn't it? Your soul is safely tugged away within the center. Where it is safe and protected by the larger shell around it." he motions towards the cloud before motioning towards the everlasting zaps "And the spines to protect the treasure that lays hidden."

Dust frowns at his soul. He never... He never thought about his soul as either of those things... His soul was just the mangled thing... while his storm was the thing powering him and keeping him whole.

Not the center of a crystal cluster thing... Not something that had a shield and spikes to protect it...

Geno scoots over and looks curiously "Why... why is that magic there? if you are okay with me knowing... It is okay if you are not..."

Dust frowns "I told you... life support..."

Reaper sits nearby "How came it to be like that?"

Dust shrugs as he messes with the magic around his soul. It doesn't harm him in the least "I wasn't exactly... healthy... When i was younger. Never was. Had no energy. Hardly any magic. I am pretty sure the doctors told my folks i wasn't even meant to survive for longer than a year... but I managed... until i was suposed to start puberty."

Geno frowns as he nods "It is when our magic and souls start to truly develop."

Dust nods "I don't.. I don't know exactly what was wrong. They never told me in details. I just know that suddenly it burned and hurt... turns out the magic that was starting to develop was kinda... burning my soul out. My soul was too weak to keep up wiht the growth it needed to help support me." He frowns "I remember many doctors and mages." them all prodding him and mentioning how it was a miracle he had even been alive as he had been. More interested in learning how his magic burned himself than anything. He thinks some of them even asked his parents if he could be a study case. "One of them had an idea... a complex web of spells to help center the magic or something and to use it to power my soul... That was at least how it was explained to me after i started to feel better."

Geno shoots upright "Wait! They didn't ask you?!"

Dust snorts "What could you expect? I was hardly awake as it was... Not like I could have given my agreement..." he shrugs "It saved my life..."

Reaper gently takes his hand and kisses it slowly. Dust can see how slow Reaper moves. Probably making sure his own magic doesn't react badly. "It is your soul love... Even if it saved your life it should still have been your choice. As it is your right."

Geno messes with his own hands "That is why... You didn't want to talk about your magic... it isn't a spell that is even meant to attack... It is your soul's whole support system... I am so sorry...." he looks away. ashamed "I know i apologised... before for pushing and everything... I am so sorry I was..." he laughs as he looks down shocked "Pretty much trying to force you to talk about your soul and show it to me? what the hell was wrong with me?"

Dust shrugs "You didn't know..." he tugs his soul back into his actual body and breaths a sigh of relieve.

Reaper frowns at him "Are you okay?"

Dust shrugs "I am fine... Just tired..." He gives a tired grin "It isn't just my suport system for my soul... My soul can't exactly make the magic and energy i need. It barely makes enough for my soul itself."

Geno stares in shock "Everythign... the spell pwoers everything about you? How..." he freezes and stops "Wait. Sorry. It isn't... it is interesting but you don't need to... I mean yes i want to know but." he glares down frustrated.

Reaper still holds his hand as he rubs the back of Dust's hand "I think what Geno means to ask is... How is it possible? How is the spell still there? In my experience spells don't last long. I know my magic is about momental protection. Not a constant force."

Dust looks at them for a moment. They don't... they don't stare at him like those mages and doctors. there is worry. but they also keep holding him. keep being near. They aren't afraid of him...

Dust figures if they haven't pulled away in disgust yet... All he risks now is his trust being betrayed which wouldn't be the first time.

Dust rubs his neck "From what i udnerstand... The weather powers it. Natural rain, hail, wind... actually everything connected to storms power it..."

Geno blinks in awe "Your storm... That is why you call it your storm and a cloud... because it is... wow..." he jsut continues to stare with open awe "It is powered by an outside constant force... adn that powers you..." he frowns "Should you be throwing lightning around then?"

Dust looks around confused "euh?"

Geno gives him a bit of a glare "I mean it. Is it even healthy for you to be throwing lightning around? Waht if you run out." more anxious and stress on his face.

Dust nods "It is fine... I before couldn't even pick when it happened. it just happened. At most i give it a target." he grins a tiny bit "there is a reason that Killer calls the spell i use 'fuck you lightning'... I don't exactly got a lot of other spells..."

Reaper chuckles and nuzzles Geno "Calm down love. trust him. He knows himself and his magic best. If he thinks it is fine it is fine."

Geno shoots Reaper a look but takes adeep rbeath and nods "right... right... sorry... i just... don't like how unpredictable it is. How will we know it will keep you safe and healthy if we aren't sure it will manage itself? That it will stop you from shooting to much lightning?" he rubs his hands "I also used to overuse my own magic. As magic rarely gives you a warning you are running out until you are almost completely out."

Dust just listens to the other. He... he isn't even asking about how he can control or replicate it. How he can use it. All geno is worried about is it somehow getting unbalanced...

The fear slowly disappears...

Which is when his body decides to make it very obvious it does not appreciate Dust removing his storm from his body. He yawns and feels his socket becoe heavier. Yeah. he expected as much.

Geno looks panicked as Reaper rubs his back "Are you alright?"

Dust shrugs as he rubs the sleep from his sockets "I am fine. Body doesn't appreciate me removing my soul for a long time. Just need to give it time to settle and calm down."

Reaper hums as he pulls Dust slowly against him "You can rest. thank you for trusting us with this love." a soft kiss to his skull as Dust lounges against Reaper. Reaper's clothes are always warm and brimmed with magic. reinforced to make sure Reaper's deadly magic doesn't get through if he is stressed. It makes for a very soft living pillow.

Geno meanwhile is muttering about maybe making a tiny sensor. Just to give Dust a warning signal in case his magic levels get dangerously low. Just as an extra warning and protection for him. Reaper chastises Geno gently but Dust isn't paying much attention.

He is exhausted. Physically. Mentally. Emotionally. But it was worth it. Maybe he didn't have to be worried after all.

[retroaria]

Michael Kaiser. That’s it. That’s the post.

i’m having kaiser thoughts. i’m pondering my orb, and all it’s showing me is michael kaiser. the evil voices in my head (my ask box) are taunting me (sending very nice requests) to sell my soul to michael kaiser (finally write something about him) and so here i am.

summary: random kaiser hc’s (lmk if you want more/nsfw ones)

BLUE LOCK M.LIST | enjoy 🪽 - aria

• thinking about how possessive he would be in a relationship. it isn’t overbearing, in the sense that he trusts you and lets you do you’re own thing. however, he’s a rather insecure man behind all that smug douchebaggery that he puts off and he has a hard time watching you interact with other men of his same stature. because truly, no matter how good he is to you, he isn’t the best person all around. there are guys out there that would be better for you and he can’t help be fear that you’ll be swept off your feet and taken from him.

• Kaiser is gentle with you. you actually turned him into a completely different person. It’s not that you’ve really changed him at his core, but you’ve opened him up to love he didn’t know before, and so he feels like he has nothing to be afraid of with you. he’s vulnerable and expressive and happy with you. he makes sure to provide that same experience for you in the relationship, making sure you always know you can go to him for anything and you don’t have to hide anything from him.

• In the beginning of the relationship, Kaiser is very protective of your privacy. He’s really afraid of the consequences that may come with the world knowing who you are and who you are to him. he’s not naive, he knows there’s bad people out there. not only that, but it’s no one else’s right to know you’re love for each other. i see him doing a soft launch and that’s it. after that he’ll post you on occasion and be a little less aggressive about hiding from paparazzi, but he still doesn’t want to share you. you’re his whole world, keyword HIS.

• kaiser LOVES intimacy. physical or emotional, he loves those sweet loving moments that come to fruition from the trust and bond the two of you have cultivated. he loves showering and taking baths with you, relishing in the gentle touches as the two of you clean each other up. they’re always filled with soft giggles and quick kisses, before drying each other off and snuggling up. he loves listening to you talk about your day, not sparing him from details you may have spared others from. telling him all the thoughts and actions you aren’t proud of, unafraid of being judged in his eyes. the vulnerability of it all makes his heart beat fast, but you’re both so trusting and in love that there’s nothing to be afraid of.

• this might be a hot take, but i feel like the concept of marriage would scare him a bit. it’s not that he doesn’t want to spend the rest of his life with you, because he absolutely does and already plans on it. it’s just a level of commitment that he never thought anyone would dedicate to him. he doesn’t want you to end up regretting it in the future. he doesn’t shy away from conversation about it though, he actually wants you guys to talk about it and get a feel for where you both stand. when the time comes to take that next step, he’s as ready as ever. just make sure you don’t break his heart please (or i’ll find you bro.)

• dates with kaiser can either be extravagant and classy or they can be chill and sweet, he can do both. sometimes he wants to take you to the nicest restaurants he can fine, see you all dolled up looking absolutely stunning for him, and pamper you the entire night. other times he just wants the two of you to do something fun and spontaneous, would take you to a fair and win you all the stuffed animals you want, or would take you on a stroll around the city, letting you frolick through the shops while he holds all your bags for you. he’s such a gentleman either way.

• kaiser loves being domestic with you. doing the laundry, grocery shopping, cleaning the house, making dinner, he loves it. in those moments he finds himself wishing they would last forever, just the two of you existing in each others presence, he has nothing to worry about.

moon divider- @strangergraphics-archive

[kaeyeahsworld]

The Right Choice

content warning: mild abusive relationship, thoughts of cheating (but none actually) scumbag ex, mild violence, regret, big dick toji, eating out, female reader, fingering, orgasm, 18+, angst bcs I love writing it.

A/N: another tattoo artist Toji brain rot. Not proof read or edited pls don’t come after me, come after or for toji which ever works for u :D

It had been an entire year of your scumbag boyfriend setting up his own tattoo parlour right along side Toji’s.

Although in the initial days, your boyfriend’s place had done better compared to Toji’s simply because he was loud and obnoxious enough about his work, but when ultimately it came to finesse in the art Toji remained undefeated.

Toji’s calm but awkward manner with the clients made him an instant favourite in stark contrast to your boyfriend who only cared about the bucks.

With the tattoo parlours being almost beside each other, you often bumped into him. The first few times were just awkward but prolonged eye contacts, that went ahead to subtle smiles and Toji’s crinkling eyes, which at last proceeded to an awkward conversation.

“I see you around a lot. You work here?” He somehow mustered up the courage to ask you that, praying to the saints he hadn’t come off as creepy or overbearing.

Toji could never forget the first time he had laid his eyes upon you. It was late in the night while he was closing down, when he heard some voracious laughter coming off from Zack’s parlour. On the usual, he wouldn’t give two fucks if someone was even dying on Zack’s side but when curiosity got the best of him, he turned around and glimpsed at the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life.

Only for the rose coloured glass to be broken when he got to know that you were dating Zack. The most narcissistic piece of douche Toji had ever come across.

He initially thought you might have been the same and somehow kept convincing himself to keep away, but none of that worked when you guys had started conversing.

You had met Zack at a concert and not knowing better started dating him and the year since then had been..well, bleak to say the least.

Zack was beyond your comprehension. He was everything you wished you were- loud, confident but the more you came closer to his world, the more distant you felt from him. The Zack that doted on you in the beginning and made out sloppily with this stinky breath was nowhere to be found these days. The Zack that was all up for late night video calls was now the same one who would leave you on delivered for 24 hours straight. Or should you say a different one. Still, you were a stubborn little one. Refusing to accept the reality of the situation.

To the add to the whole thing, was the guilt that was brought upon by your little crush on Toji. You would never cheat on your guy, but god Toji felt like he was everything you deserved and more.

His intense lingering gazes, his soft smiles, his gentle demeanour but the strength that had come with it. It gave you all the right shivers.

Ironically, the first time you guys spoke to each other was when you were trying to escape your boyfriend who was fighting with a customer about the design, when you had accidentally bumped into Toji.

Noticing the inked beauty peaking out on his forearm, you immediately realised that this was your favourite artists design.

“Excuse me?”

“Yeah” Toji looked at you, trying to not let his heart eyes show,

“Is your tattoo Miyazaki’s work?” This question genuinely surprised Toji and gosh he prayed to the heavens to warn him if this is the part where he falls head over heels for you.

“Ya know him?”

“OF COURSE I DO??” You had screamed and almost pounced on his arm to admire the man’s work.

Toji had wondered then how your eyes would light up if you got to know he had trained under the said artist.

Fast forward past a few more of “accidental” bumps into each other, and some lighthearted conversations about everything and nothing under the sun, in a few moments and both of you could sense the undeniable attraction you had felt towards each other.

But neither of you ever crossed the line. You were a woman, taken, and he was a man who respected your choices no matter how strange or..shitty.

You couldn’t help but notice how different Toji was around you and when you were together with Zack.

The kind demeanour he held was immediately replaced by indifference whenever he would see you with your boyfriend who would pass on a snarky reply just to irk the said man.

Toji could easily give Zack 2 broken legs with how big he was, but one look into your doe eyes and he couldn’t even bring himself to look in your direction except throwing a finger off to the other guy.

But nothing could keep you away from each other especially during those lonely wistful nights.

You lying in your bed with your fuck ass boyfriend wasted somewhere, fingers plunging deep into your warm cunt and a heart full of regret, guilt and most of it all, lust for Toji. Nights that went away calling out his name in small whispers imagining his large hands that would envelope you and touch in all the right ways nobody ever could. Making you see stars and kissing you through the bliss.

Toji was no better. Stroking his cock in anguish, lusting after you like a beast in heat. Your plump lips, your sexy fucking hips that he would dip kisses all over, if you were his, your luscious skin that he would worship and mark, you were going to be the death of him.

But when the nights slipped away and dawn broke and as in when in you guys bumped into each other, it was the same all over. Hidden glances and lazy longing that would never translate into something more.

Until it had.

You shouldn’t have come to the parlour today. Things had been rocky between you and Zack for a few weeks now.

He had been smoking up all the money and refusing to take even the simplest of clients just out of sheer audacity and worst of all, paid no heed to your words more than ever.

Going to the parlour, at 2 am in the night after getting a call about the ruckus your boyfriend had caused and setting the damn curtains on fire, you immediately ran over only to come across the most drunk and high Zack had ever been, amidst scattered flames.

You knew from your experience to be better than to be around him when he intoxicated but the situation at hand was not helping. If only you hadn’t invested money out of blind stupidity into his tattoo parlour, maybe you would have been spared this ordeal today.

“Drag this bastard away miss OR we are gonna call the cops on y’all” said a stranger trying to control him.

“I’m so sorry about this”

“WHO…THE FUCK..lem..me gooo you little..bitch..”

“Baby listen to me, you aren’t in the right mind let’s get out of here..”

Zack had always been rough with you but never violent but it seemed like that was about to change tonight, when he grabbed you by your shirt collar and harshly dragged you towards him.

”ZACK! LET..ME GO!”

“Fuck youu..you” but before he could bring his face towards you, came a dangerous hit that probably bore into the drunkard’s skull.

“Hands away you sick fuck.” said the seething voice.

It was Toji. More than the pain, all you could think about was the relief that had washed over you on seeing Toji’ eyes that were ablaze with fury.

Before you could even say anything, he grabbed your wrist towards his motorbike and plopping helmets on both of you, drove away to your address.

He drove like the man he was at the moment- fast, angry and menacing. You clutched onto his waist for you dear life and that was the only thing, that calmed Toji a little bit.

You were here, he was here with you and you were safe and that was all he needed.

But in the half an hour that he drove both of you in utter silence, the events of the night slowly came crashing back to you.

Longing that turned into regret and that had now taken its ugly form of shame. Shame for who you were and who you had chosen to be with.

Sensing your hasty breaths on his back, Toji slowly parked his bike near the sea shore.

Even with unbearable longing like his, Toji had made it a point to never touch you. He would only do that when you were his completely mind, body and soul.

Tonight was the first time and he didn’t like it. You couldn’t even bring yourself to face Toji and when he slowly grabbed your chin to look at him, the sight before him tore his heart apart.

Tears welled up in your eyes and dripped down your soft cheeks like pearls, if Toji was a god he would be raging a war by now. But he was a mere mortal and all he could do was engulf you into him. Arms all around, caging you and protecting you, while you stained his jacket with your sobbing.

After the night had passed and somehow returning to your apartment with his help, you didn’t leave the confines of it for almost 2 weeks. Except for the occasional knocks from the said man or a get well soon bouquet, he had not spoken a word more to you, just as you hadn’t.

Both of you knew it was your decision in the end.

Almost as a sign, you got the news from your friends that Zack had ran away the same night as the police tried to catch a hold of him. Nobody knew where to and neither of them cared enough to find out.

The last checkpoint was having a conversation with Toji.

As you slowly approached his parlour, the ever so familiar but distant end of the tattoo street, one end of which was burnt ashes and the other end bustling with less customers compared to the usual, you awkwardly knocked on the clean glass door.

“Here inside” said Toji’s low baritone from the room within, as you noticed him deeply zoned in into his work on an old man and mistaking you for a customer.

You decided to wait outside in the waiting hall. It felt only right. It was only right to apologise for whatever had happened.

He had waited for you so patiently always, a steady wall that you had come to lean on unknowingly through the past few months and he never once asked anything in return. You loved him and you would wait for him just as long.

After being done and billing up the customer half an hour later, Toji peeked into the waiting hall to see who had checked in while he was working when his heart raced at the sight.

Here you were, in a soft white dress that had flown gently till your knees and straps falling agonisingly over your shoulder, looking like the sweetest angel and not to forget, with a small flower in hand. A delicate little rose and upon seeing Toji in all his black top and pants glory your heart welled up just as much as.

“Toji…I didn’t want to disturb you..so”

“You should have. You can always disturb me you know that right?”

He wanted to hug her. Touch her face, kiss her locks and smooch her lips. His restraint was a tight string waiting to break.

“Why are you here, Y/N?” His voice came off tighter than usual. With tears in your eyes and slowly offering him the small flower you found on your way here, you asked him

“Toji, can I get a tattoo?”

This took him by surprise. He didn’t know what he was expecting but tattooing you was definitely last on his list. Heaving a sigh, he gently took your fingers and the flower and moved you into the room with all his equipment.

Nobody had given him flowers before. The simple gesture had set in an ache for your being that he couldn’t ever define even if he wanted to.

If you wanted to do it his way, so be it.

“Where do you want your tattoo miss? Based on that I can tell you how painful—“

“My lower back”

“What—“ before he could even say anything, you were stripping down from your dress, locking the door while Toji’s mind was reeling.

2 weeks you had disappeared and now you were here in front of him , half naked.

“You favourite work of Miyazaki. Can you ink it on me Toji?” Of course he would. He could never say no to you. Not when you looked so sweet, sitting right in his chair looking up at him with heart eyes. Legs on display all for him. In nothing but soft lace panties.

“Fuck…darling, what are you doing to me..” he said as he slowly grabbed a delicate stencil of one of his favourite art, a pattern of the moon, the cherry blossoms and a ripple through it all.

Toji was an excellent artist but he never had to work with a raging boner before. His pants were bursting to the sight in front of him, you in a relaxed state ready to be marked. Almost a dream.

“Are you sure baby?”

“Yes. But one thing before that.”

“Hm?”

“Can you kiss me Toji?”

That was the last straw and before you could even say anything, Toji was at your lips, grabbing you by the back of your head and devouring you. You deserved slow and gentle and Toji swore to himself he would take all his time with you, but not at this moment.

Months worth of pent up lust and more so, love and the result of it, was kisses that took your breath away. Nipping away at your lower lip gently, as you opened your mouth he plunged his warm tongue into you, making you moan in ecstacy.

“Hmpph— To..jii..hm!” “Gosh baby do you know how many times I have dreamt of doing this to you huh? Your luscious fucking lips that you keep tinting up with that gloss..fuck..”

Littering kisses all around your neck, under your ears, licking across your collar bones, your whimpers were honey to his ears. Slowly wrapping your hands around his nape, you whispered to his lips

“Take me Toji. Make me yours, please.”

That was all you had to say.

Kissing you harder than ever, Toji grabbed your waist. “Turned around for me baby. Let me take care of you” with your back arching and on all fours on his chair, he ripped at your panties. You were a dripping mess and Toji was so close to coming in his pants like a fucking teenager.

“Toji..wait…it’s messy down there..stop—“

“Tell me girl. Did that fucker ever eat you out?” He asked venomously, slowly slipping in a finger into your sopping hole

“No-ughmm!!- he said it was too dir..ty..” his finger was so different from yours. Long and thick. If a finger alone was so delicious, you were sure you woud go crazy once his cock was in you.

“Proved himself to be a fucking moron once again. Well, you are all mine now. So let me treat your delicious cunt the right way baby yea?”

“Hmm—ahh!!” Dipping his face into your wet folds and antogonizingly licking up along them, eating you out from the back was Toji’s personal heaven. His nose bumping right into your sensitive clit and making you wetter by the second and now 2 of his fingers in your cunt, prodding you in all the right places sending shudders down your spine.

“Ride my face baby. Find your rhythm and make yourself feel good” Toji said and as he literally sucked and slurped at your folds and clit like a man starved. Spitting and licking and slightly pinching on your clit, in a few minutes, you were seeing stars that would normally take you so long.

“I’m cominggg Toji—!!!” Crying out and slumping over the chair.

Toji couldn’t get enough of you though. Marking you all over your back, letting red bruises blossom like petals, leaving you a sputtering mess.

He needed more. He needed you to cry his name out. Turning you around, he latched his lips onto your breast this time with a finger brushing on your clit lightly.

The wet muscle languidly brushing over your sensitive buds, teasing and biting and soothing it up again, you were so lost in pleasure, sure you would come from his attention to your breast alone.

“Faster toji..please..” “On your clit baby? Like this?” His gentle brushes had now turned into precise strokes and never in recent times had your dreamt of coming twice so quickly.

“Ahh!! Fuck!! Just like….that..I can’t! M gonna——cum..”

“Come for me good girl, let it all out… there ya go” and with the knot uncoiling, you came harder than ever.

“Such a good fucking girl for me” he whispered sinfully as he locked your lips in a gentle peck, making you ride out your high.

Little did Toji know that his sweet girl was minx in bed, all ready with her cunt clenching around for his cock. And he was all ready to give her the entire world, and of course his cock too.

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A/N: everytime I wrote Zack my brain kept going ‘gongaga’ send help.

A/N: just edited it a lil bit I’m so sorry for the all the typos 😭

[rosesanddecay]

Imagine: insecure/worried!Price x Reader (& more)

TW: minor hurt/future comfort(?), sleep deprived ramble

Next>>

Price always worried about letting you in too close. His job is dangerous, and his life is always at risk. John felt guilty imagining you waiting for him, only for him to never return back to you.

It didn’t help that you had just broken up with your last boyfriend, someone you, admittedly, thought you were going to marry. John didn’t want to risk you being emotionally wrecked again so soon.

He never wants to lose you, and at the time, he fully believed knew he loved you. But he didn’t want to risk you getting hurt, so he made a fail safe.

With some thorough convincing, your relationship opens- but only on your side. John encourages you to get another boyfriend, much to your initial dismay. It’s not because he wants to share you, but because he doesn’t want to risk you being left alone.

The two of you never discuss your other relationship, and when he has free time, the two of you spend every moment together. But sometimes his work is overbearing, so he doesn’t tell you to come over.

He spends the night alone, because to him, a night of just sleeping next to each other isn’t good enough for you. You deserve better.

It hurts feeling like he isn’t enough, or fearing you’ll be in pain at his expense. He loves you and wants you to be happy.

You always tried to tell him he was enough, that you loved him, but he never fully listened.

At least if you’ll have someone to comfort you in case he dies, right?

——

Soap had called the team over for a housewarming party after moving into his new place. His bonnie thing was set to show up soon, and he couldn’t stop ranting about her (he hasn’t stopped vaguely bragging about her since they got together).

John wasn’t too focused, instead thinking about when he should tell you he’s back in town- it had been awhile since he saw you.

Maybe if he asked you to move in, the two of you could transition into a relationship where he felt confident he was enough for—

Your voice breaks him from his thoughts as he hears you greet Johnny. And the moment you turned the corner, his heart stopped.

His lass, the one he encouraged to date another, was also with his teammate.

Johnny was introducing you to the team as you and John locked eyes; the dots formed and connected instantly, and the panic settled in.

What were you two to do? Lie and pretend to not know each other? How could you pretend not to know the person you were in love with?

“But ‘imma steal ‘er from him. Make ‘im realize his mistake lettin’ ‘is bird roam the city unattended.” Johnny joked as he finished explaining the circumstances of your relationship. How you two were committed, but how you also had a loser (Johnny’s words) boyfriend who wanted an open relationship.

As Johnny continued to talk about the two of you, he seemed oblivious to his surroundings. But so were you and Price…

Gaz stared at you, wondering how his ex girlfriend -the one he regretted ever leaving, the one he still loved, the one he wanted to marry- was there.

His heart was on the ground being stepped on. All his regret was tripling down as he saw his teammate holding you so lovingly, the way he wished he still could.

It was selfish to want you back, even years after the break up. But he couldn’t help wanting his soulmate back. And it was his fault for pushing you away…

When you finally broke your gaze with Price, you unintentionally met the wide-eyed gaze of Gaz- and you felt like throwing up.

Your two boyfriends and now your ex too??

But you hadn’t even noticed him yet.

Ghosts eyes landed on you in silence the moment you walked in. It took him a minute to even process how you were there.

“Lass…” Simon spoke in a tone only you were familiar with, making everyone else go silent and turn to him.

“Simon..?” Your voice was quiet and shaky as you realized immediately who he was.

The mask hid him at first, but you knew the voice of your long-lost friend. Your childhood best friend, your childhood crush.

The same one who “died” before either of you could confess to each other…

How could these men all be in the same room? It was like ghosts of the past, present, future, and the dead were haunting you.

“So… I guess introductions aren’t needed…” Soap realized as everyone stared at you.

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Sorry if this sucks. I’m ignoring my endless pile of wips and writing this at 2 am

And I may expand upon it…

It would 100% devolve into poly!141 x reader btw

[lavandulawrites]

Yandere Alphabet with Il Dottore

Yandere Dottore x reader

This man is something else. (Yandere alphabet request here)

Masterlist

Warnings: murder, violence, torture, experiments, isolation, Dottore is a warning in himself

Word count: 2559

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

His love is extremely intense, it swallows you whole. He’s really outright loving, but his eyes reveal his deep obsession. He will gift you expensive gifts. He also loves to engage in intellectual conversations with you and he uses that as a way to bond with you. Of course you cannot even compare to his intellect, but he still enjoys your insights in different matters.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

He won’t stop at anything. You will be his and that’s final. He will kill everyone standing in his way. He doesn’t care if they are your loved ones or not. He will betray the Fatui and the Taritsa if it so comes down to it. He will even burn down Teyvat and take great pleasure in it.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

He loves to mock you. He finds it amusing how you are so utterly naive as to trust him. Sure he did abduct you against your will, but you decided to give the madman a chance. This soon you came to regret. In the earlier stages of your captivity, he won’t miss the opportunity to criticise your intelligence. When you have stayed in his mansion for months, he won’t mock you that much. He really does love you after all, but he still find your naivety and stupidity amusing.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

He will experiment on you, but worry not he will be gentle. It’s just that Zandik cannot get enough of you. He needs to know anything about you, so if he has to pry you open so be it. He really promises he will be as gentle as can be. He will also do anything in his power to protect your health. He will be strictly monitoring your diet and sleeping schedule, and he will do daily checkups. He can be really overbearing, but he promises he means well. Is just that it can be quite hard to believe so when he’s grinning from ear to ear reveal his sharp teeth, a syringe in his hand filled with your pretty crimson blood.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Underneath his big ego, he’s insecure. Though his insecurities aren’t that many, it still bothers him. His childhood still has an imprint on him deep down, even after all those years. He is afraid of you seeing him as a monster (he is well aware that his actions aren’t exactly helping). He hates how an intelligent man as himself allows himself to have such insecurities. Despite his rather well collected being, he will latch onto you at whatever given opportunity. He deep down seeks your approval, though he will never admit that out loud.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Zandik would be both angry and amused. He would laugh as you attempt to kick him and he would grin when you managed to scratch him. He let you fight back till his patient runs thin. You need to remember your place beneath him. He won’t admit it out loud, but he’s hurt when you don’t reciprocate his feelings. He will isolate you further with no human contact for two weeks. Your food would be sent through a hatch in the door.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

It is a game for him. He loves watching your pathetic attempts at escape. Who needs a good opera when he can watch you make a fool out of yourself? He will purposely plant ideas off escape in your head. He will laugh when one if his segment brings you back to his feet. Of course he will punish you, but you will also be rewarded for your creative escape method. Don’t be fooled even a man like Dottore has his limits. If you try to escape multiple times after one another, he will reach his limit. He will secure your chambers more thoroughly and spend more time watching over you like a hawk. You are his after all.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Your worst experience was when you woke up strapped to a operating table. You had noticed Dottore standing to your left with an expressionless face. His scrubs where speckled with red spots. Your blood. You have tried to kick agains your restraint in an agile attempt at escaping. To your horror your feet didn’t move an inch. When you stretched your neck as far as you could, you could see neat stitches on your heels. Not short after you were thrown into a small room without any windows. The walls where padded in white cushions, keeping you from harming yourself. Your anaesthetic didn’t take long to wear off, leaving you with unbearable pain. He left you in that room for days, having some servants bring you food through a small hatch.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

He wishes for you to truly love him. You will get married after some months. He really doesn’t care about kids, but if you beg enough he may agree to having maximum two. At first he wished for you to contribute to his experiments, but he soon changed his mind when he saw how weak and pathetic you were. You needed to keep your innocence and he will not let you see his experiments unless if they’re completely finished. That is however, only if you have been good. If you as much as think about going against him, he will drag you to his lab. He will have you staying in one of his remote manors, safe form the Fatui.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Dottore gets easily jealous. When he sees someone else talking to you, no matter the gender, he will immediately get jealous. How dare they to talk to something that belongs to him? How dare you talking to other people than him? He will creep up behind you and snake his arm around your waist and pull you flushed against him. His grip bruising. He will stare the person down with a gaze as cold as ice. With a tight grip he leads you to your bedroom and bids you farewell with a gentle kiss. It’s not hard to track down the poor soldier in a remote corridor inside the Zapolyarny Palace. Dottore brutally mauls the soldier with a hunting knife making him suffer as much as possible before he leaves him to bleed in the dark and empty hallway.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

He is found of physical touch only with you. He can be quite doting, but only in the privacy of his mansions. He will give you gifts fitted for you taste, but if he feels like you need a reminder of who he is, he will throw in some morbid gift in order to get a raise out of you. What do you mean by that you don’t like the shrieked bunny head? If you push him enough, he will surprise you with a elegant packet present containing some human limbs or intestines.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

He will at indulge in intellectual conversations with you. His obsession will blossom from the first day I sees you, already sealing your fate. It doesn’t take long before he pricks you in the neck with a needle, causing you to subsume to darkness. He will lock you up in his mansion and do his courting there. He’s really confident and he won’t tolerate any snarky comments about his so called flirting.

Mask: Are their true colours drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

He can be quite the gentleman when it comes to you. He is however not trying to conceal his true personality, so he lets his sadistic tendencies run free. The first time you meet him, he seemed like a sophisticated gentleman with tremendous intelligence and knowledge in both technology and medicine. His gentleman mannerism was however only extended towards you. You quickly became familiar with his rather eccentric personality.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

If he hears about you misbehaving from his segments or catches you in the middle of an escape attempt, he will with crazed eyes drag you into the nearest laboratory. He will inject you with liquids that burn inside your veins (don’t worry he won’t use anything that will cause you harm, only pain). If your misdeeds are grander, he will see fit to breaking some of your toes or fingers with great joy. However if you didn’t do too much, he will only lock you in a remote room with no stimuli.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

You have no right to venture outside without him. If you even are allowed outside that is. He will have complete control over your diet. You are not allowed to meet or even mail your family and friends. He lets your read to your heat content, but the books have to be approved by him. When a year has past since your abduction and his trust in you has increased, he will plant a tracking chip in your neck. You can only hope the chip will grant you more freedom.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

He prides himself on being an extremely patient man, but when it comes to you he really struggles with being patient. He has a thoroughly thought out plan when it comes to getting his hands on you, but it all seems to crumble quickly. He is not used to not having control over himself and it frightens him. It doesn’t take long for him to isolate you in his big manor.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

He would be completely devastated if you ever died. He would work day and night in attempts at restoring you. His long nights do pay off when you finally wake up. If you end up successfully escaping, he will find you. He won’t rest until every stone in Teyvat is turned. He will avoid missions from the Taritsa in favour of bringing you back into his arms where you belong.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

He feels absolutely no guilt for abducting you. Why should he? He takes great joy in your discomfort. You are the most perfect specimen and you need to be protected from the horrors of the world. He will never let you go, no matter what. You will be his for eternity and he will never leave your side.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Zandik had a terrible childhood. He never fitted in and got driven out off his village with pitchforks. When he first saw you, he was entranced by your kindness and beauty. Kindness didn’t fit in the Fatui and he hadn’t experienced it in all the years that he had lived. He quickly fell in love with you. He is also really curious about all the different emotions you stir in him. It’s all so very new, but not unwelcome.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He finds it both extremely amusing and a little irritating. He will mock you and laugh at your misery. If you get too loud he will get annoyed. If you isolate and refuse to speak to him, he will get extremely angry and punish you. Even though he is cruel, he still wants you to love him.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Il Dottore will experiment on you. The experiments he preforms on you are however quite mild (unless it’s a punishment). He doesn’t want to permanently hurt you. He often makes you feel like a rare specimen under a microscope, with his eerie blood red eyes staring at you.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Zandik have never fitted in. He has always been an outsider and it has greatly affected him even though he claims that it hasn’t (he knows it deep down, but is way to proud to admit it). If you give him a sense of belonging he will trust you almost wholeheartedly. If you use this in order to escape he will be absolutely furious. He will find you and drag you to some remote place and isolate you for how long he sees fit. You will never be able to escape him.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Zandik will hurt you if he sees fit (which he most definitely will more than once). He takes great pleasure in seeing you shaking in fear. It makes him feel a need to protect you. He loves being in control and loves to heap you into whatever he pleases, but worry not he will always keep your personality. He does love you after all.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

He absolutely adores you, though it can be quite hard to notice. He will do absolutely anything for you (except letting you go of course). He will burn down the entire world in your favour, nothing can escape him, but he won’t need to. Not when his silver tongue convinces you to stay with him. He does however prefer if you put up a fight. He needs excitement in his life after all.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

It can either go weeks or years. When he’s younger it’s most likely going to take a year or two before he makes his move. He’s so engrossed in his studies and experiments so he doesn’t have much time for courting you. After a few years he will snap and kidnap you. When he gets expelled from the Akademiya he takes you with him.

When he’s older it will only take weeks from when he saw you, to him kidnapping you. He has lived for so very long and can’t be bothered to wait. He is the second Harbinger after all, he have all the power one could want so he doesn’t need to wait.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

He would break you over and over again if he feels like you needs it. He will fix you again only to break you the next time you disobey him. He doesn’t want you as a shell of yourself since he finds that boring, plus he really does love you in his own twisted way, so he won’t break you too much.

[starkeyisthelastname]

OMG can you do like step dad rafe catching you sneaking a boy in like the last fic you wrote then he punishes you and rails you !!

“You ever sneak into my house again. I will kill you.” Rafe seethed, eyes black as he pressed the the boy against the pink wall of your bedroom. You watched from your bed with wide eyes, immediately regretting your decision to invite the boy you had been talking to over. Your step-dad promising him of what’s to come if he ever stepped foot back onto this property.

As soon as the door downstairs shut, you swallowed the lump in your throat as Rafe’s towering figure stalked towards you. One hand on his belt buckle as he pulled it off in one go. Your eyes widened, barely getting a squeak out of your mouth as your hair was twisted roughly in his fist.

“Don’t start that sorry bullshit. You knew exactly what you were doing, didn’t you?” His voice so low that it gave you chills. The belt in his hand, he took it to wrap around your throat. “Bend the fuck over.” He spat at you, basically forcing you to anyway.

His dick slammed into you at a brutal pace and you knew to never make this mistake again. You hated yourself for being so wet at each thrust to your gut. The belt around your throat, pulling you back each time you tried to run from his dick.

“Rafey.. too much…” You whimpered, the stretch to your tiny hole becoming overbearing.

A slap to your ass had you whining, gripping onto the silk sheets as he didn’t let up. “I’m just showing you what you forgot about. I told you no dick is good enough for you but mine. Got that little bitch? Don’t disrespect me again.” He nearly growled his voice was so raspy.

[dilfartist]

Selfish

Pairing; Yandere Leon Kennedy x reader

Synopsis; You escape your captor during one of his many missions. You stop by a diner searching for help. What will happen next? Find out by reading

Word count; 3.8K

TW; Kidnapping, non-con touching, Stockholm syndrome, maybe just a tad bit ooc, Yandere (obviously), obsessive behavior, cussing.

Notes; hopefully you enjoy reading. It’s not the best since I’m still maturing as a writer and because of my hiatus; but I hope you enjoy.

!Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!

Sapphire-embellished twilight transitions into dawn’s light blue hue bringing alongside the sun. Birds sang good morning to one another, on their side of the forest. You ambled down the road that ceased the strong odored forest from connecting.

You stared at the endless road up ahead. Night to morning, ahead of you was forest and road. Perhaps this reason is why your captor moved into the isolated forest since raccoon city incident.

Or maybe he wanted to live a life of normalcy given the opportunity; the monsters he claimed he fought, seemingly every month, stressed him greatly and you noticed. Plus, he mentioned he needed a vacation frequently.

You pause, double-checking onward on the ostensibly never-ending road. Was your hard work a waste of time?

Looking back on the way he treated you, you pondered if it would have been smarter to stay home. Most days he wasn't overbearing. Once in a while, he’d annoy you, other than that he was tolerable. Besides being unable to leave the house unattended and having no say in choices at times, he gave you more freedom than most.

But then you remember the day before. At the crack of dawn, he’d left for a mission: bidding you goodbye with a note and breakfast at your night table side. You were left all alone, so naturally you sought a form of entertainment.

The television; Which was your only option.

You were clicking through the television channels when you came across a crime documentary. The story was similar to your personal life so you continued to watch the channel.

The story was about a woman, age twenty-three, who was kidnapped for around four years. During her kidnapping, she fell deeply in love with her kidnapper to the point they had to detach her from the cop car when they arrested him.

In your situation, you’ve been abducted for at least eight months. Her situation only took a year till she developed Stockholm syndrome.

Clarified by the show as the psychological condition of a victim who identifies with and empathizes with their captor or abuser and their goals.

Learning this information a thought came to mind.

Would you become like her once it hits New Year's? Loyal to a man that took you away from society. No. You refused to allow the same situation to happen to you.

You’d never allow it to happen.

When it came to the relationship your captor so desperately longed for with you, you caused many difficulties to prevent any form of romance.

Any attempt at affection had him pushed away or smacked. Discussion about the past before your absconding was simply ignored. And in general, you kept your distance from him. Well, at least you tried to. He stays at your hip like a lost puppy majority of the time he has off work, talking your ear off. There was no way in hell you’d fall for him. Not after the months you spent in that isolated house.

Regardless of how certain you were, you mulled over it some more. You finally concluded running. So far, you felt regret and relief.

Out of nowhere, a loud reverberating sound of a car grew closer, arising behind you. You quickly spun around to see what the sound originated from.

The engine growled, sending a ping of fright to your heart. You spent no time thinking about Leon’s reaction to your escape. However, now your mind consumes thoughts of his response.

Could your captor's fury be so robust that the car in the distance embodied his rage? Knowing him since your best friend introduced you to the man becoming a rookie cop in raccoon city; you’ve never seen him enrage.

From time to time his witty replies and mean scowl would showcase his anger. Of course, that didn't mean his rage wasn't feasible. But never had you ever witnessed a stronger emotion from him.

Inching closer, you were able to discern the details of the car. It was a massive black car, with tinted windows. A car your captor might arrive home with after a mission. It announced its presence with its vociferous roaring.

You observe with dread blooming in the pit of your stomach, every other part of your body tingled.

Although the person driving the car was yet to be revealed, you were petrified, stuck in place like you had been glued onto the concrete below you.

It must be him.

Why else would they be heading so fast toward you?

Already, you’re willing to surrender. Your captor is a forgiving person when it comes to you, so there’s a likelihood he’ll forgive you if you cooperate.

Standing on the side of the road, you acquiescently wait for the car to stop. Waiting for him to take you back to your prison.

The car slows but even then it's at a fast pace. The car passes you momentarily. Slightly it reverses until the passenger window is in front of you. Unhurriedly, the shadowy window rolls down. In the driver's seat, instead of who you believed it to be, it was a woman.

She looked to be in her middle thirties. She wore black sunglasses in her strawberry-blonde hair, a red blouse with denim jeans. Her makeup reminded you of Jennifer Tilly in Bride of Chucky, but she wore a sweet smile.

���Oh my lord, are you alright darling?” The woman asked like you were a child outside without a jacket in the freezing winter.

You continued to stare at her. You wanted to say something, but your throat felt drier than sandpaper. You opened your mouth, wheezing a bit as you sipped the fresh air. “I don't know,” you responded as loud as you possibly could. So barely above a whisper.

“Do you know where you are?”

“No.”

“Are you safe?”

“I’m not sure yet.”

The woman shook her head disapprovingly, then she began to throw whatever laid in the passenger seat into the backseats. “Come on sugar, get inside. I’ll give you a ride.”

“Okay, thank you.”

She reached over and pushed the passenger door open. You entered the vehicle, settled in, and got comfy. You buckled in making sure you heard the reassuring click.

“There you go,” she commented with a smile. “Now, we're going to make a stop by a gas station, then we’ll find out what we can do with you. Is that alright?

You smiled back, “Yeah, I don't mind.”

The car began to ride forward and the air conditioning blew on your overheated body. You relished the cold air. You hadn't realized how hot it had been outside, even in the early morning. Where were you?

You put that thought aside. Now you needed to worry about something to drink and eat.

“Do you…have anything to drink or eat?” you glanced at the woman.

She nodded. “Of course sweety! Why didn't I offer before?” she looked away from the street to grab a half-empty bottle of water from the side of the driver's door. “Sorry, that's the only drink I have at the moment.” she apologizes.

Without a second thought, you unscrewed the cap off the water and chugged the water. Water had never tasted so refreshing before. It was like you’d been roaming in the desert for hours on end and finally found a source of water.

The woman glances at you. You must have looked crazy. “How long have you been out there?”

“Since eight last night.” You sounded better. No more raspy voice that hurts you to speak. “I should have packed a bag but something came up.”

Before you left the house last night, you weren't in your right mind. Your captor never gave you an exact time he’d be home. His return ranged between the eight at night, the dead of night, the crack of dawn, or the morning. Recently, he’d been arriving home at eight. Which is the reason you left with nothing. Looking back, you had no confidence in yourself at getting away. You believed you were going to be caught in a matter of ten minutes. Now look at you.

You turned to the woman, “Thanks…” She finishes the sentence with her name. “Amanda.” You nod rephrasing your sentence, “Thanks Amanda for picking me up.”

Amanda smiles again, this time wider showing off her pearly white teeth. “I couldn't just leave you out there. Now, what’s your name?”

You tell her your name and hope she somehow knows it. Maybe the news reported you missing when you weren’t watching. You hoped so.

Rather than freaking out, realizing she had found a missing person, she simply responded with a “nice to meet you.” You died a little at the rejoinder.

Did no one care enough to report your absence? Not your family or close friends, no one attempted to reach out to the police?

No. You’re just overthinking. Not everyone watches the news or actively looks for missing people. You just had to be around more people. Someone was bound to know your identity.

Still, you can’t ignore the way your hands shake at the thought of being forgotten.

“So what were you out there for? If you don’t mind sharing that is.”

You bit the inside of your cheek. What were you to say? Tell her the truth and find out she was with your captor the whole time or keep your mouth shut and have no help in case he does find you.

A white lie would help.

“Escaping my abusive boyfriend.”

A frown pulled at the woman’s plump lips, her eyebrows scrunching together at your answer. “Do I need to the cops, family members?”

“No,” you responded quickly and harshly. The car fell silent. You took a small breather before speaking. “No, thank you.”

“Please, tell me, is there anything else I can do to help you any further?”

You needed cash, shelter, and a job. There was only one thing you were sure she could help you with. “ I need money and a hotel.”

“Don't worry, I got you covered,” she said softly.

The car began to slow when she placed her foot on the break. She turned the car and moved into a spot that contained a combination of a gas station and an old fashion diner. She parked the car next to a gas pump, then powered it off.

She dug into the middle counsel, pushing around pens and important items, and pulled out a pink wallet. She unzipped the front zipper and pulled out some money.

Amanda held the cash out to you, “Here’s 100 dollars. There's enough for lasting food, a hotel to stay, and a bus.”

You unbuckle your seatbelt just to hug her tightly. “Thank you!” you repeat over and over, like an unanswered prayer. She returned the hug, telling you she didn't mind lending you some service. The hug ended and you needed to plan your next move. What would you spend your money on first?

Well, all you knew was what you’d spend what was given to you on something important.

You looked out the window. Your eyes shift toward the diner. Mo’s dinner was on the sign, “been here since the ’50s.” which was written below.

Right. Food. You haven't eaten since yesterday. Walking as long as you did, you tried to forget your hunger and focus on the main goal of finding shelter or at least some safety.

“I think I’ll have myself a hot breakfast!” you announced. Amanda unlocked the passenger door, “go right ahead. Enjoy your freedom.” You nod, fleeing the car akin to a little kid whose mother gave them money for an ice cream from the ice cream truck.

The entrance bell chimes when you open the door to the cream-colored establishment. Once inside, you settled yourself in a booth in the far back. An old jukebox plays aged music ranging from the 70s to the ’50. Besides you, there was a single person in the restaurant. A man at the bar sipping his morning coffee whilst reading the newspaper.

You extend your arm over to the menu across the table. The menu displays numerous appetizing dishes, varying from breakfast to a juicy steak dinner.

Flipping the page your eyes landed on a mouthwatering breakfast sandwich, including bacon, egg, and cheese.

“Hello ma’am, I’m Stephanie, I’ll be serving you this morning. What would you like?”

You placed the menu aside to give the waitress your whole attention. The woman was of average height, wearing a pink uniform that reminded you of the 50s. She wore a smile that did not reach her black doe eyes. “Did you hear any of that?”

“Yeah, I’m sorry,” you said sincerely, feeling anxious about possibly pissing her off. “Could I have a number six and a sweet tea?”

“Of course, is that it?”

“Umm…yeah, that’s it.”

“Alright then,” she replied disinterestedly. She left quickly, retreating to the kitchen.

You continue gazing at the closed door to the kitchen. What else could you do? You should have brought along something to entertain you, then again there wasn't much back at the house you called a jail cell. For the remainder of the waiting duration, you’d have your thoughts to amuse your lethargy.

Ding Ding

Instinctively, your head turned. 50s music began to fade, superseded by the loud thumping of your heart. Your breathing became shaky, parallel to your hands. Dirty blonde hair is what you see first. It’s him! You repeat in your head, like a religious prayer.

“Jessica, hey!” you heard a joyous exclamation. You watch as the man from the bar rushes over to the person entering the restaurant. Your anxiety left as quickly as it came. A hand places itself onto your cheat, and on the spot your heart thumped rapidly. You had to calm down. You took deep breaths, and your heart slowed with each sip of air. You rest your head on the table.

After taking the time to calm yourself, you analyzed the restaurant furthermore. Now, the place was vacant, since the man had left. Fifteen minutes passed and you found a newspaper from the newspaper rack adjacent to the front entrance.

Nothing in the article was new to you. At your captor’s home, you watched the news almost once a week to see if anyone had reported your disappearance. Nothing ever came up though. At least you were up to date with everything going on.

Your waitress finally returned, carrying your meal on a maroon-colored tray in her left hand. “Sorry for the wait, ma’am. Kitchen malfunction.” she apologized, giving you a guileless smile. This would be the only expression besides tedium that you’d receive from her.

“It's alright,” you said, watching as she placed the food on the table for you to dig into. She left carrying the tray back to the kitchen she emerged from.

You took a bite of the sandwich, chewing slowly to savor the flavor. Juicy and delicious are solely vivid words to illustrate the taste. The egg had a spongy texture that combines well with melted cheese. And the hickory bacon wasn’t too crispy or chewy, it was simply perfect.

Back at the prison, your captor wasn't the best cook. But he tried to be for you. Still, you preferred takeout. Chinese, Italian, and burgers began to become a boring taste on your taste buds. Having a breakfast sandwich was refreshing, to say the least.

“Enjoying your meal, huh?” rough voice inquiries. The question was said cockily but their wrath was audible in the way the last word was spoken.

You stop mid-chew, the overwhelming flavor vanishing from your mind. It now tasted bland. You kept your eyes shut. Were you afraid? No. Afraid couldn't explain the ineffable amount of dread you felt at the moment. Ruffling could be heard on the opposite side of the table; He was sitting down. Your eyes open involuntarily like your body already knew what he wanted it to do.

Across the table, seating snugly is your captor; Leon Kennedy. He looks rougher than the last time you’ve spoken. The dark circle underneath his eye has grown darker. His brunette roots have begun peaking out ruining his natural blonde facade. And he looked exhausted. Must have stayed up all night looking for you.

He looked more than pissed. He appeared disgruntled. Compared to Leon, you were small. But now, Leon was like a giant towering over you. Despite never abusing you in any shape or form, your body shakes like a leaf in the wind. The way he glares down at you drives you to shift uncomfortably in your seat.

“Do you know how long I've been up for, y/n?” he asks whilst pulling out a flask from his jacket pocket.

Regardless of how parched you are, you force yourself to converse with him. “No,” you're voice is brisk and faint.

“Two days. For two days I’ve been on my feet.” He takes a swig of the flask and then continues to rant. “I could have joined you in bed and fallen asleep, but there was a problem. You weren't anywhere.”

He shakes his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. “What the hell is the matter with you? You could have gotten hurt. You probably are.”

Leon is getting angrier, you can tell by the way the furrowed eyebrows deepen and his frown morphs into a glower, as he utters each sentence.

“I’m sorry.” That's all you can say. It's all that comes to mind.

“Sorry won’t make up for the scars you've gotten.” he retorts angrily.

Now you're mirroring his expression. You’re angry and tired as well. Definitely not as tired as him but still tired. “You’re acting as if I didn't have a good reason to run.” you petulantly cross your arms, akin to a child not getting a toy from the store.

Leon wasn’t delusional. Back in the day, when he was a rookie cop, in some aspects he was delusional. However, as the years continue to pass so does his past self. Leon understands what he has done to you is inhumane, but he can’t help it. He kept you locked away for a reason. You won’t get hurt with him by your side.

Leon sighs, closing his eyes and leaning closer with his forearms on the table. “I know, I know.”

You tilt your head, “really? So, why are you mad at me?”

His eyes open, displaying icy-blue orbs. They hold Empathy in them. Empathy Leon has a difficult time communicating to you.

“I keep you in the house for your safety.” He began, taking your hands into his own. “To keep our relationship safe.”

“But I don’t want a relationship with you.”

“I know.”

“So why are you forcing me to stay with you?!”

Leon’s hands squeezed yours, provoking a cry out of you. “All my life I’ve been a generous man. I saved many and gave up my life for others. I’m always providing for someone else and rarely caring for myself. And the one thing I yearn for to the point I was convinced I deserved it. It was you.”

For a beat, he ceases his gabbing. Leon stares down at your connected hands, his thumb starts rubbing against the back of your hand. It’s a domestic act that earns your displeasure.

“For once, allow me to be selfish,” he mumbles, eyes slowly trailing up to meet yours. His lips press your hand, giving it a chaste kiss. “You’re the only thing I’ll fight to keep for myself.”

Part of you wishes the relationship was normal. Leon truly did care for you, and you still cared for him, But he did something unforgiving. He took away your free will.

“...you can’t just steal a person, Leon. You can’t expect me to love you.”

“I don’t.”

“So why won’t you let me go? You still have Ada, don’t you? You were more into her than me. Why isn’t she in my position?”

“Because I love you, not her. You haven't betrayed me. Well, not until now.” he jokes, letting out a faint chuckle.

Leon pulls out his wallet, his fingers sliding through the pockets to find his card. “Wrap your food up. We’re leaving.” he puts his wallet back in his back pocket, “Be right back. Stay here.” he commanded sternly.

The waitress is at the bar, cleaning the counter with a blue rag. Leon approaches her with an “Excuse me.”

Leon put too much faith in you because you were on your feet immediately when his back was turned. You quietly inched towards the door and ever so slowly dragged the door inwards. Leon was distracted, the waitress deciding she’d flirt with him despite seeing you and him together. You manage to slip through the door before Leon notices your second escape attempt.

You bolt out the door when you hear the enraged roar of your name from behind. You grip the railing to the stairs, running down them, tripping a couple of times. You don’t look but you know Leon’s on your tail. The door slams against the wall, the bell ringing loudly.

“Y/n, get back here!”

Amanda’s car was still parked by the gas pump. You sprint towards it, slipping through the tight space of the car and the gas pump. Luckily for you, Amanda was in the car, applying her strawberry-pink lipstick.

“Amanda!” you shout, startling her enough that she drags the lipstick across her cheek. She shouts, frightened by your sudden appearance. She looks at you, like you're crazy. She says your name to clarify the person at her window, “What are you doing.”

You shake your head, “yo-you gotta help me, he-” you say breathlessly.

“Hey, Amanda.” you hear Leon’s voice call out. Unlike you, he isn’t out of breath. Thanks to his military training. Amanda peeks her head out the window, she smiles waving at Leon. “Hey, Lee!”

Your eyes widen till it’s physically impossible to widen anymore. She knows Leon. Your body feels numb as you watch them interact like old friends. You feel like you aren’t real at the moment. Like you're watching the scene unfold outside your body.

“Sorry, she just came back from the hospital. She isn’t in her right mind right now.” Leon excuses, leading you to his car like a shepherd's dog guiding the sheep to its pen.

Amanda nods as she understands completely. “No worries, I’m just glad I found her before she hurt herself.”

Leon puts you in the passenger seat and closes the vehicle door. The keys lock the door from the inside, so you are left choiceless.

Leon joins you in the driver’s seat, definitely too angered to chide you. He seethed quietly, powering on the engine with the quick twist of the car keys.

Wordlessly, you buckle up. You wouldn’t make an endeavor to anger Leon any further.

You’d allow him to be selfish. Allow him to have you.

What other option did you have now?

[soursvgar]

When do you use your pact with them? ♡

demon brothers x gender neutral reader warnings: mentions of attack/violence, general sadness/self-criticism of mc in some parts

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ෆ Lucifer ━ when you need guidance

Lucifer bows to no one. In a matter of fact, thousands of demons were just as shocked as you were when Lucifer agreed to be in a pact with you, which made it crystal clear for you to never misuse it. Out of the bunch, he was the hardest to ever get a hold of, essentially being the one with the most responsibilities and work load. You knew better than to disturb him while he was up to his head in devildom matters, but sometimes, just sometimes, you had a hunch that he needs a break just as much as you do.

It was already nightfall when you find yourself idle in your room, left to your own thoughts with only the lights to accompany them. Just moments ago, you walked past Lucifer's study in looks for a midnight snack to calm your rumbling stomach- or maybe it was your rumbling mind you wanted to subdue. You remember peeking through the crack in the door, spotting Lucifer still submitted to a mountain of documents and found yourself wondering; Should you adopt his attitude towards his chores, or perhaps it's a bit overbearing? Are you too lenient, though? Maybe you were playing around too much and couldn't bring the results Diavolo and the rest were expecting from you? It was burning in you to simply ask him, but could you?

It was a genuine intention that turned to a manifestation of your thoughts, and you haven't even realized what your magic had caused- not until Lucifer, still clicking his pen, suddenly present himself in your room, wearing the same perplexed expression as you.

"Y/N, did you just... summon me?" It was a look of sheer surprise, however, it carried no hint of anger nor regret. Perhaps it was just what the both of you needed at that moment.

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ෆ Mammon ━ when you need protection

If any of your demons is to be at your service around the clock, it'll be Mammon. He responds to your texts at the speed of light, never turns down a call from you, and will arrive anywhere as soon as you ask him to. Hence, when you already use your pact to call him he's aware it is most likely an emergency. Mammon never questions when you do, it's never "What happened?" but rather "What do you need me to do?". Moreover, he would be offended if you were to call anyone that isn't him. He is your first man, your hero, your protector, and he is incredibly capable of serving this purpose.

"Mammon-" You mutter when he appears in front of you, his mobile device in his hand as he was just about to call and ask what's holding you back from coming home to him for such a long time. You stare at him with a frightened expression as you hush your words in a low tone, eyes flickering left and right with each word you speak. "I heard this group of demons whispering about me, I think they might try something since they saw I'm alone..." Mammon's expression is stern, but his eyes are warm and comforting while he looks at you, a hand snaking to sooth around your back.

"You're not alone. You never will be. I'm always right beside you."

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ෆ Leviathan ━ when you need a plan

Levi is usually pretty keen on helping you, and he also has a lot of time on his hands to do so. However, he can be a tad hard to reach at times, being committed to the shut in life. He would often abandon his cell reception, ignore calls and texts and only show a sign of life after weeks of intense gaming sessions, in which he also couldn't hear the knocks on his door through his noise cancelling headphones. He would get annoyed at first with your summoning, catching him in the middle of a boss level, but he soon learned to always turn on auto save. He knew you usually had a good reason, and were just looking out for him.

"I'M GONNA BUST YOUR A- Oh." Leviathan blinks, realizing he isn't in his room anymore, the controller still within his firm grip. "How long was I in there this time?" His eyes slowly adjust to the light of day when he finally turns to your direction, facing your distraught visage. "Three weeks. And I really tried! But I can't do this on my own. Lucifer and Diavolo laid a serious task on me that is due this week and I need your strategy skills, General." Dropping the controller, Leviathan stands up with glee. It's not every day that he's being asked to perform a task he's actually good at, and nevertheless, by you of all people.

"It's actually Admiral General- but I hear you, let's get to work, Henry!"

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ෆ Satan ━ when you need a problem solved

Satan was a threat that always worked, it was enough to even scare you at times. While capable of controlling wrath, it wasn't wrath that controlled Satan back, but rather something much more terrifying. Satan's magnificent brain had the ability to study anyone's weaknesses, and use it to alter the situation to his favor. He of course, never needed to use it on you, or ever intended to, but his brothers were intimidated by this extension of his powers, and at times, it could come in handy.

"Could you guys please stop fighting?" You huff, physically inserting yourself between yet another argument of Mammon and Leviathan as you were hoping it would prevent the two from crushing each other- and you on the way. Certainly, it was within your power to put an end to it with a simple word, sending them both tumbling down to the floor, but you figured a less aggressive approach would be necessary to stop them from transferring their dispute away from you while rubbing off their bruises. With a shake of your head, after an apology accompanied by a promise to return the favor, you turn to a different solution and forcefully insert their cunning little brother into the scene.

Satan just sighs, crouching down so his lips are at the shell of your ear while his digits tuck a stray hair behind it. "I'll help you, but calling me here like this and interrupting my reading will cost you. I would like to cash in that favor tonight." Rolling up his sleeves, he winks at you before proceeding to fulfill your request.

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ෆ Asmodeus ━ when you need advice

After making a pact with him, you actually never used it as you mostly just communicated through texts or merely walking into each other's rooms. With that said, Asmo was constantly alluding to it, and even stressed how fond he is of the element of surprise that is bound within the pact. (He may or may not have mentioned an incident where Solomon summoned him while he was in the middle of one of his regular calming baths, and winked while telling you he 'hopes you can learn a thing or two from him'.)

It was one of those nights where you were dealing with matters of the heart, and realized that as much as you're enjoying your stay and appreciate everything the residents of the devildom are doing for you, it was in fact taking a toll on you not to be able to reach out to your friends and family for comfort. Perhaps you could use some life advice, or a voice to remind you of the role you were fulfilling for the three worlds; you need someone who is honest, but also thoughtful of your wishes. For that reason, you decide to finally use your pact to call in Asmodeus, knowing better than to wander the halls with a dwelling heart and worry your demons. When Asmo appears in front of you, reading a magazine, he takes one look at your face and immediately recognizes something must be wrong. Approaching you, he collects you in his arms and gently cups your face, eyes sincere with concern as he faces you.

"Oh no, what is it darling? Tell me everything, let me take care of you."

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ෆ Beelzebub ━ when you need a helping hand

It didn't happen too many times as you always felt a little silly to just conjure Beel out of nowhere when you were carrying too much, however, he always materialized in front of you with a wide grin stretching from ear to ear. The truth is, he gave you a free pass to do so because he knew that if you already did, you probably couldn't simply use your phone- maybe you miscalculated the amount of things you need, or you just got carried away, or maybe you're even injured. Whatever reason you may have, it doesn't matter for Beel because he's just a good person that loves helping out, and to you even more so. He did learn to clutch tight on his food though, he doesn't want to leave behind an unfinished plate when you call.

"You know you can just invite me to go with you, right?" Beel appears with a sandwich in his hand, swiftly ridding you off the heavy bags as he gulps down the rest of his food in one bite. "I'm sorry... I had to buy decorations for the party at RAD and didn't want to bore you with the process. I was sure I could handle it but ended up needing so many things I couldn't even reach my phone." You apologize with a sheepish smile. Beel shakes his head before he hoists you up in his arms, carrying you together with the shopping bags.

"I'm never bored when I'm with you."

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ෆ Belphegor ━ when you need a shoulder to lean on

Belphie is usually pretty responsive- but only when he's awake. Which unfortunately, doesn't happen too often. The idea was actually his own, following one particular morning where he snuck into your bed to snuggle up to you, only to come across a bin full of tissues and your tear stained cheeks. His heart shattered when he noticed the missed call on his device, and when you woke up, he sat you down to promise him you'll always turn to him when you're in need of some comfort. Because it's only fair, since he always turns to you.

After a number of successful weeks since the occasion, you've been experiencing a slump- you couldn't keep up with the material in class all while preparing the three worlds festival, and today of all days, was outstandingly exhausting. Finally laying in your bed, you whip up your phone and try to call up your demon for some cuddles, and maybe some sympathy for your cause as well. You give up after a couple of unanswered calls, and a reply from his twin telling you that he's in fact not around, figuring he must've fallen asleep somewhere else.

At first, you hesitate to take Belphegor on his offer, unsure of whether he would actually be okay with you waking him up, or perhaps he's out doing something important. Nonetheless, the only feeling to fill you up once his slumbering figure appears on your bed, is relief. He lazily opens his eyes, a grin tugging on his lips when he reads the situation before he pulls you into his embrace, his slim fingers weave through your hair in soothing motions.

"I'm glad you listened. I never want you to have to handle any bad day alone."

[system-to-the-madness]

Midnight At Osanbashi Pier - Dazai Osamu x Reader

Pairing: Dazai Osamu x fem!Reader Genre: hurt/comfort - fluff Word Count: 2 611 Warnings: OOC!Dazai (sorry), sexual harassment (not by Reader or Dazai!) Summary: Your date for New Years starts getting pushy but luckily Dazai is there to interfere A/N: For @un-lawliet ... and the photographs are actually from taken from Osanbashi Pier in Yokohama on New Years Eve 2023

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Behind your back, blue lights of the harbour illumination were sparkling brightly in the last minutes of the old year, but their glitter did nothing to easy your discomfort. You really regretted having agreed to this date with the barista from the café you always picked the Armed Detective Agency's order up from. Especially since the longer the date progressed the more you wished you had instead agreed to spend New Year's Eve with the other members of the ADA. The man, John, was cute, with huge blue eyes and lazily sideways swiped hair, the American accent in his voice giving his speech a charming tilt.

And he was a welcome distraction from those coffee-brown eyes that kept haunting you.

Dazai was your coworker, you kept telling yourself, and he was the flirtiest man you knew. He flirted pretty much with everything and anything that crossed his path, except for you. In the beginning you had been rather happy he hadn't focused on you the same way he did with everyone else, but the better you got to know him, the more you hoped he'd also pay attention to you the way he seemed to do with everyone else. Sure, receiving the attention you had been craving for the past year would probably only make your feelings for him worse and end in heartbreak, considering he could never be serious. You had seen him go out with enough girls only to barely acknowledge them after, as if one date had been enough for him to completely lose any and all interest in them entirely. You feared if Dazai were to ever direct his attention to you, you'd end up meeting the same fate.

Your thoughts got interrupted by two warm and strong hands on your waist, making you tense up. Your date, John, had tried being handsy with you all evening and honestly, the more he tried the more your alarm bells rang. Not to mention that the date didn't go as planned at all. First he had been late and had dragged you to some cheap pizza place instead of the rice bowl restaurant you had agreed on. Then he had continued talking only about himself and how amazing it was for him to have scored a place in the exchange program to Japan before he even started making degrading comments about your "office job" because, unwilling to explain to him about abilities and the ADA, you had told him you worked as an assistant in a detective agency, which he had somehow understood as an invitation to look down on all office workers ever.

You should have called it quits after that, telling him you wanted to end the date there and instead have called up Kunikida to pick you up, so you could spend the rest of the evening with your coworkers and friends. But John had convinced you to come to Osanbashi Pier with him, so you had only sent a quick text to Atsushi, complaining about your situation.

Sure, the view over the harbour towards night-time Yokohama was fantastic and the light show, the illumination and the music creating a beautiful atmosphere, but with John sticking to your side, trying to pull you in every chance he got, you'd be lying if you said it didn't destroy the mood.

"Only ten seconds left of this year now," he whispered his tall frame towering over you, warm breath fanning over your ear, making you shudder.

The crowd around you began a count down, and you pressed closer to the balustrade of the pier, trying to avoid the overbearing contact with John's body, but he only stepped closer.

The Ferris Wheel at the other side of the harbour counted down the remaining seconds, colourful lights shining through the cool December night. You wondered what their light would look like reflected in Dazai's eyes.

Just when the countdown hit two, John spun you around to face him, and leant in. Panic surged through you, and before his lips could touch yours, you twisted in his arms, pushing away from him.

"What do you think you're doing," you shouted over the cheering of the crowd around you as the clock stroke midnight. The Ferris Wheels lit up in all colours of the rainbow.

"New Year's Kiss, what did you think," John grinned broadly as if he were proud of himself, reaching for your waist again to pull you back in.

"No thanks, I'm good," you denied.

His expression shifted from overly cheerful to threatening.

"I think I deserve one, don't you? I've been very patient with you the whole evening!"

"I said no." You tried sounding strong, but somehow a proper fight was a lot easier than standing up for yourself. Carefully you took a step back.

"What do you mean, no?"

Another step back and you collided with something warm an firm; the chest of another guest.

"I do suppose she meant it in the way it usually is used, as a denial or rejection," a male voice interrupted, the voice belonging to the man you had stumbled into. A shiver ran down your spine as you recognised it as Dazai's. What was he doing here? "But do correct me if I'm wrong, my love." Affectionately he patted your head as he always did. The contact sent excited sparks through your body.

"Who the hell are you," John snarled, taking a threatening step towards Dazai and you. Instinctively you tensed, preparing to defend yourself, but then Dazai's hand slipped from your head to rest on your shoulder instead, and you knew he was ready to pull you behind himself, should the need arise.

"The person who will make sure to snap your hands off at the wrist if you dare touching her again without her explicit wish."

You knew Dazai's words were directed at John to protect you, but you still couldn't help the shiver that ran down your spine at the ice in his voice. Feeling you tremble, Dazai squeezed your shoulder gently through the long coat you were wearing, his caring touch such a strong contrast to the threat in his words.

"Dazai-"

Carefully you turned around to face him, trusting him to warn you in time should John try to move in. His usually warm brown eyes were hardened with disgust, leaving no doubt about how angry he was on your behalf. Behind your back, somewhere over the harbour, fireworks exploded in the night sky, earning "ahh"s and "ohh"s from the crowd around you. The reds and greens lit Dazai's face up from one side, making him look even more threatening. But you also couldn't help but think that if the expression in his eyes had been softer, he would have looked angelic.

"What's your problem, man," John asked, sounding truly annoyed now.

"My problem is that you tried to kiss her when she clearly told you she didn't want you to. We might go as far as calling it sexual assault," Dazai hissed, trying to take a step forward, but you placed your hand at his chest, stopping him. With every deep inhale he took the cool fabric of his open coat shifted slightly over the smooth material of the expensive waistcoat he wore, giving away how worked up he was. Immediately his brown eyes flickered down to your hand on his chest and then your eyes.

"Don't," you mumbled and Dazai's eyes softened immediately.

"What? You gonna let her put a leash on you like some fucking dog?" John's continuously raised voice started drawing the attention of the people around you to the dispute, making you want to hide against Dazai's chest.

"Oh, kinky," the detective chuckled. "Are you into that, my love?" The last part was directed at you, driving heat to your cheeks.

"Hey-"

John took a step forward, but before you could react, Dazai had shoved you behind him.

"If you take one more step, we'll find out if I can throw you far enough that you'll actually hit the harbour and not the street below," Dazai warned, the playful edge in his voice having vanished again entirely, leaving only a sharp cold. "What do you think, my love? It's quite far to the water. Think he'll make it?"

Tightly gripping onto Dazai's arm, should he actually plan on making good on his words, you directed your attention to John again.

"You should leave," you advised.

Much to your surprise John didn't disagree and instead turned away from you with a clearly audible "bitch" on his lips.

When the next firework exploded in a rain of reds and oranges in the sky above you, he had disappeared in the crowd. Immediately Dazai turned to you, grabbing you gently by the shoulders and leaning down to eye level.

"Are you okay? Are you cold? You're shivering." The concern with which Dazai treated you now was the exact opposite of the way he had talked to John just a second ago. At his question you realised he was right. You were indeed shivering, but not from the cold and rather the stress the past minutes had caused you.

"How did you find me," you asked instead of answering as Dazai shrugged his coat off and threw it over your shoulders, tucking it into place without meeting your eyes.

"Atsushi showed me your message about how you wanted to leave and didn't know how. I got worried," he admitted and somehow he sounded unfamiliarly sincere, still evading your gaze.

"Thank you," you mumbled, leaning your forehead against his shoulder when you realised he wouldn't look at you.

"Can't have anything happening to you, you're too important to me," Dazai whispered, wrapping his arms around you, and holding you close, nuzzling his nose against your hair. He faintly smelled of green tea and ginger cookies.

For a moment you stood still like that, only processing what he had said.

"Why do you always call me 'my love'”, you suddenly asked, trying to pull away far enough to look at Dazai's face, but he kept you pressed to his chest.

"Can't you tell?"

Blue and purple fireworks lit up the night.

"Would I ask if I could?"

He sighed gently, placing a kiss against your hair. "You're not some tempting looking berry that could kill me with the first bite. You're- well, my love."

This time when you tried pulling away, he let you. His eyes reflected the glow of the Ferris Wheel behind your back and the sparks of the fireworks in the sky above the pier. The little light was enough to reveal the vulnerability in his gaze. It was strange. Dazai Osamu didn't do vulnerable. He was wrapped in bandages, protecting the traces of his hurtful past from preying eyes, always wore a cocky smile to hide the sadness that sometimes threatened to shimmer through. You knew him well enough to have seen him pull up these walls more than once. But now instead of throwing the gates to his soul shut, he pulled them wide open, letting you see everything, the pain, the fear, and seemingly infinite amounts of love. For a moment you thought you should be scared of being let in, being presented with all his heart like this. But instead all you felt was overwhelming gratitude and relief at finding your feelings returned.

Reaching up, you brushed a strand of his hair out of his forehead. His skin was cool to the touch and his eyes flickered closed for a moment before he forced them open again, giving you a long and intense look which finally pulled the words from your lips which you had held back for too long already.

"Please kiss me."

Dazai's eyes widened surprised at your request and flickered to your lips, but he hesitated. Instead of leaning in, his gaze grew absentminded for a moment, a muscle in his jaw ticking. Still focused on the way you nervously but your lip, he slowly spoke.

"If you let me kiss you now, you'll never get rid of me again," he warned.

"Who says I want to?"

"I mean it," his eyes finally found yours again as if he had snapped back into the moment. "I know you think I'll just move on like I do with everyone else, but the reason I can't stay with anyone else is because they aren't you."

Instead of answering him, you just kept looking at him, challengingly. Usually, Dazai was not one to easily loose a staring match, but this time he caved far quicker than you had anticipated. The only warning you got was a twitch of his nose before he leant in, pressing his soft lips against yours, making your eyes flicker closed. The smell of green tea filled your nose, as golden stars exploded over your heads, shining through your closed eyelids. Dazai's kiss was careful but determined as he placed his hands on your waist, pulling you against him and when you wrapped your hand into the short hair in his nape, he quietly sighed into the kiss, sending another shiver through your body.

Your heart was beating so hard in your chest that you could have sworn Dazai had to feel it and as if he had read your thoughts, he moved one hand from your waist, and instead slowly ran it up and down your back, gently comforting you into the kiss only to teasingly run the tip of his tongue against your lips once you had relaxed into his arms, making you inhale sharply at the foreign sensation and the sweet taste. Your reaction pulled a warm chuckle from his lips and heat into your cheeks but when you tried pulling away, he only let you do so for a moment before he grabbed the back of your head and pulled you back against his lips, this time more urgent, making you gasp which in turn allowed him to slip his tongue into your mouth.

It felt like he had taken up all your senses, his hair smooth under your fingers, the scent of green tea filling your nose, his breath and your heartbeat in your ears equally drowning out any other sound, his subtle taste of ginger cookies and mints making you dizzy. And when you pulled away, blinking your eyes open and gasping for breath, you met his eyes, fireworks of gold and silver reflecting in dark pools of brown that seemed to have found their own glow from within, shining with something you had never seen this strong in his eyes before. But it had been there for a long time, you suddenly realised, this softness with which he considered you, affection, that usually was well guarded behind the mask he always wore so meticulously. But now he had dropped that mask, for you. And that had to be the greatest gesture of trust you could imagine.

A smile pulled at Dazai's lips as he watched you study his face, not the usual teasing or silly smile, but an honest, heartfelt one.

"Happy New Year," you mumbled, reaching up, brushing the back of your fingers over his cheek. You could have sworn a slight hint of pink dusted over his face but in the dim and ever-changing light of the fireworks it was impossible to be certain.

Dazai laughed quietly, placing his hands at your waist, under his coat which he had thrown over your shoulders earlier, but over your own jacket and pulled you against him until your hips were flushed against his.

"Happy New Year," he whispered back before he leant in to kiss you once more.

[jymwahuwu]

I sometimes think about a yandere and their low self-esteem darling.

I just know Jing Yuan is going to be both the best and the worse with his overbearing affection. Like, what do you mean you don't feel like enough? Nu-uh. Not under Jing Yuan's watch.

Same with Dan Feng because then you'll have all the eyes of the Luofu on you, analysing your every move and waiting for you to commit an error, but at the same time it's a big ego boost having THE Dan Feng in love with you. (I dunno tho. Feels like the cons outweighs the pros)

I can't pinpoint how Blade could work with such a darling because he doesn't seem to be the vocal type (I would even dare to say he seems to be a bit awkward). Do you think he would take pointers from the other Stellaron hunters on how to reassure his darling?

I can't think anything for Dan Heng T-T because, on one hand I feel like he too would be a bit awkward, but at the same time he's also genuinely so sweet (I just know his love language is act of services).

-CW: yandere, kidnapping, masturbation

Ah…you, who have low self-esteem, are so adorable to Jing Yuan. Are you so low on self-esteem, shy and uncomfortable giving a presentation to a group? So what about facing the entire Xianzhou Alliance? Absolutely terrified. Jing Yuan can understand everyone's different personalities, but he really didn't expect you to have such low self-esteem, thinking that you don't deserve better, or that you don't have enough ability.

Sometimes Jing Yuan deliberately puts you into social situations where only he can save you. Seeing your hands clenching the clothes on his chest and shaking, he really…well, he still has strong patience. Jing Yuan only clenched his fists and masturbated when he got home, imagining you bouncing on him.

Dan Feng. Maybe you don't know - He chose you out of millions of stars, and only you are suitable to be His spouse. And he never hesitated or regretted his decision. He's a little annoyed by your inferiority complex - which is obviously unnecessary! He forces you to look into his eyes for minutes at a time, claiming it's training…

Blade maintains "-_-" most of the time. You are too inferior and always lower your head to avoid his gaze. Of course other Stellaron Hunters help him, Kafka will tell you to name ten of your own strengths, and Silver Wolf will show you a photo of Blade being pranked while sleeping…

As you said, Dan Heng himself is a bit embarrassing. This should be the most comfortable environment for you. Except for kidnapping, he will not force you to speak or admit anything, but will accompany you silently and listen to you. And the members on Astral Express will also accept them as their new family <3 <3

[ratiocowmilk]

another omegaverse au, but this time with aventio!!! wait don't leave

I've been thinking about what designations to give to them, but I've decided on Aventurine being a beta (and only a beta) and Ratio being an omega.

In my rendition of this au, betas have muted scents and can't smell other scents as well as omegas and alphas do. What is interesting, however, is if a beta mates with either an alpha or an omega, they can smell their partners scent in full and vice-versa. This works between betas as well.

More under the cut.

Aventurine being a beta would mean he luckily does not need to deal with heats or ruts. What he does need to deal with is having to take on extra work when his alpha and omega colleagues are on leave. So, how lucky is he truly? He's about as "normal" as can be in this world, though that causes him some issues down the line.

Ratio being an omega means he will have to deal with heats, obviously. It annoys him to no end when he's forced to take a week off work every time it happens. There are suppressants, but those that block heats from happening are dangerous and off the official markets. At most, the safe brands can stave it off for a few hours. Unfortunately, that is not the only issue regarding his dynamic. For him specifically, his scent is overbearing compared to other omegas. He has to wear patches to block it out, but even then his scent is still obvious. It has caused safety issues in the past, and he has prepared himself for any issues in the future.

When they first meet, Ratio is prepared for the worst. But when Aventurine simply looks surprised for a moment and continues on as normal, he's confused for a moment and eventually relaxes. Aventurine, on the other hand, is struggling to keep his pokerface up as he breathes in the scent. It's the strongest he's ever experienced, and they're not even mated yet! (Wait yet–?)

And then shortly after, the events of the Final Victor lc happen. And Aventurine doesn't regret it, but this time, he is able to smell the apprehension in someone's scent, so perhaps he's feeling slightly guilty about it.

As they keep working together, Ratio and Aventurine get closer. Ratio decides it's safe to drop his guard around him. Aventio notices and is feeling like the cat that got the cream. As the relationship progresses, they start making house visits. Eventually, Aventurine shows up unannounced at Ratio's residence and gets hit with his unobstructed scent. It's like getting perfume sprayed in your face, but it's somehow pleasant? Ratio goes to put on his scent patches, but Aventurine tells him it's fine. It definitely is. So he sits for an hour or two essentially bathing in it, until he gets called in for work. As soon as he steps in, everyone automatically assumes he got laid.

When Penacony rolls around, that's when things change. In the Dreamscape, everyone's scent is muted. Everyone's. The Family says it's to prevent issues from impacting guest experience, but who knows for sure. When they first step foot in there, Aventurine almost drops the act when he notices that he can't smell Ratio anymore. As they act out their plan, he struggles with the fact that the scent he got attached to was gone. It's not like he needs it to understand him, but it's a bit disorienting. It's probably worse than whatever bullshit Sunday threw at him, in his humble opinion.

So when they get back to reality, Aventurine sticks to him like a koala and buries his face into Ratio's scent gland. They exchange a few words like that, and when Aventurine finally lifts his head, they kiss.

(Extra: When they start dating, Aventurine doesn't get why Ratio wants his belonging in the nest if his scent is muted and they haven't officially mated yet. When he asks him, Ratio gets embarrassed for whatever reason. He'll learn the reason eventually.)

(It's less about the scent and more about the fact that it proves he's still here, choosing to stay.)

[somewhereincairparavel]

Hi!! I was wondering if you could write Jason x daughter of Apollo reader who’s always overworking herself at the infirmary

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy, when the skies are gray"

author's note: I intended it to be full fluffy but I made it hurt comfort instead, I hope you don't mind <3

Jason hadn't seen you in days…. recently the infirmary was packed with patients, Jason literally being one of the dozens. The apollo healers were at their peak of pressure. You were performing stitches while the others were performing surgeries. After all the chaotic rush cooled down a little, you told Will to take some rest, while you checked off the list of patients that were admitted in your notepad.

That was when Jason stepped inside the infirmary, you didn't even notice until jason vigorously back hugged you.

“What?” You snapped, you were exhausted and didn't really want to see anyone at the moment, not even your boyfriend. Jason pulled out a bouquet of sunflowers, smiling brightly while giving them to you. What a sweetheart.

Unfortunately, you had too much coffee and that made you cranky.

“thanks. Put them in the vase.” You said, not taking your eyes off of your notepad while aloofly gesturing to the empty vase on your desk.

You felt Jason frown genuinely. He put the flowers inside the vase as you asked him too, which you did albeit a little coldly. But he knew you were stressed out, so he didn't think much of it. He put a hand on your shoulder gently and moved closer to whisper in your ear.

“sunshine, don't you think you should be taking a break? You look exhausted and you didn't show up to dinner yesterday, have you even eaten? Be honest please” he asked in concern

You always loved Jason's worried mom behavior because you thought it was endearing, but today, the pressure levels of the past few days, witnessing your siblings in distress because they failed to save one patient, watching fellow campers in physical pain, just got too much, that you snapped.

“I am FINE Jason! Just because I didn't show up yesterday does not mean I didn't eat. Have you considered the possibility that I had food sent to me over here in the infirmary? Gosh.. can't you see I'm busy? Why are you so overbearing? Leave me alone, please.” you regretted your words the moment they spilled out. Jason looked like a kicked puppy, as a flash of hurt went through his eyes. But they disappeared almost immediately as his eyes were replaced with steely coldness.

“I was just checking on you, babe. because I was worried.....tell me how many of your friends have actually come in to see how you were, the past week?” He asked, with a dangerously calm and steady voice, staring at you deeply while making a very fair point. That's what happens when you were raised in the most unemotional camp ever. You switch back to your old ways.

You looked at him a little stunned, and were unable to respond to his question. Because you had no answer. Nobody apart from your siblings had come to check on you, up until Jason arrived.

“Exactly. So if you think that me caring about my girlfriend’s health and being worried about her is “overbearing” then fine. If you continue to push me away when I clearly mean well, then so be it. I hope you like the flowers, and please, for the love of god, get some rest. We'll talk when you're feeling less mad” he added.

But this time, you could've sworn that his voice was shaky and that broke you. You had never said mean stuff to him like this before, and this time, it had clearly affected him. He had done nothing but be sweet to you. Even now, he was talking you calmly without telling at your outburst.

You watched miserably as Jason walked out of the infirmary. Tears slipped out of your eyes as you reached your breaking point of the week. You had officially pushed away the one person who loves you more than anything. Simply because you were stubborn to hear him out.

It was currently 1:00 AM, and you finally collected yourself to go apologize to Jason. You needed to fix what you broke before it was too late. You found yourself staring at the flowers he'd oh so happily given you before you ruined his mood.

You tentatively stepped into his cabin, trying to make as less noise as possible. You couldn't wait until morning for this, you missed him to death. Jason was sleeping quietly, he was never the one for snoring, he wasn't a deep sleeper either, so every time you had even accidentally brushed against him, he'd wake up with a jolt.

You gently got into his bed, and wrapped your arms around him from behind while burying your face into his hair. This time though, he didn't wake up with an alert jolt. Instead, he took your hands and tightened your grip around himself.

“You're awake?” You whispered to him curiously.

“Well, what do you think?” Jason whispered back, the smile in his voice evident. He turned around to face you, and you held his cheeks with both your hands, softly stroking them. He was staring at you, this time, any trace of coldness had vanished. You took a few seconds to admire his gorgeous eyes before you spoke.

“Jason… I'm sorry… I didn't mean anything I said. I really didn't.. I was just feeling cranky about how shitty my week had been, and I shouldn't have taken it out on you.. I had no right, especially not when you were so sweet abou-” you were cut off with his lips pressing on yours.

“That's okay, love. I know you didn't mean it, I just wanted to give you space to think everything through. I was never mad. Just upset that you were overworking yourself too much.” he replied after pulling away.

You teared up again.

“I love you so much.” You said, pressing your forehead onto his. He smiled brightly.

“I love you too. Now, do you want to talk about how you've been feeling? You need it, Let it out babe. I'm always here.”

Both of you spent the rest of the night, talking about each other's feelings and cuddling. Jason felt fulfilled as he saw you peacefully napping, getting the rest you deserve.

“Sweet dreams, sunshine.” He whispered, kissing your hair.

[blakeswritingimagines]

Dating Yandere Micheal Gray Would Include:

He's possessive, he wants to own you. He loves to see you cry for him, beg for him, and even though it’s his dream of all dreams, he does not want to see you with someone else. He wants to possess your mind, your body, and your soul. He wants to be your first and last thought. He's crazily obsessed with you, you are the center of his universe.

He is calm for the most part, he's not jealous of every man you talk to, he trusts you and lets you even go out without him, even with your male best friend to the club, but when you break his trust, he might do things he won't regret. He's very loyal and wants all the attention. If you don’t reply to him within half an hour, he will go out looking for you just to drag you back.

He wants to know everything you’re doing. Every single step you make. Every look you give. Everything that comes into your life. He wants to be the air you breathe, the water you drink, and the food you eat. He wants to be your everything.

He is loyal to you, and he expects that from you as well. If you even have a thought about someone else he gets jealous. Nobody will ever have a chance to steal you from him. You know his dark side, his bad moods and he'll know yours.

If he notices you are feeling sad he will give you all the love in the world. He’ll hug you, kiss you, cuddle you, and just be there for you. All of that, because he doesn’t want to see you sad. All he wants to see is you happy, no matter what it takes for you to be happy. If you’re sick, he makes you your favorite food. He’d take you to the cinema, amusement park, or to your favorite restaurant.

He will always make sure you know, that you are his. He will constantly remind you of it. He doesn’t want you to think about anyone else. He wants all the attention, love, and affection. He's protective, and you are not allowed to wear anything that shows too much skin.

He’d do anything for you. He's a hopeless romantic when it comes to you. It doesn’t matter if it’s getting a bouquet of flowers, writing you a poem, or writing you love letters. If one of his friends or family members talks behind your back, they won’t do it anymore after he's done with them. Even though he's calm most of the time there are boundaries that nobody is going to cross and if they do he sees red.

He is obsessed with you and very possessive. He is loyal, dominant, protective, and jealous. He is quite calm and relaxed, but when he gets angry he can't control himself. That's usually the point when his obsessive instinct goes insane and he goes mad.

He would kill everyone and everything who stands in his way for loving and being with you, he would never let any harm come to you, and he is very obsessive about being with you, loving you, and caring for you, to the point where you might think he is a little overbearing.

In front of others, he acts like a friendly, and calm person. He is also very friendly and polite. Behind closed doors is a different story, then he's a possessive and obsessive wreck, who can't think about anything else except being with you, and can’t control his emotions when thinking about you, especially jealous when he sees you with other guys. When he has you all alone, then his possessive nature comes out, and he turns into a different person, he turns crazy.

He rewards you when you behave well, he always gives hugs when you behave well and he gives you small gifts as his way of showing his love and appreciation of you. He would expect you to treat him how he treats you, meaning he's expecting you to be loyal to him, possessive of him, and protective of him.

Then you would face him at his worst. He would punish you by ignoring you and not talking to you, not letting you come near him, and pushing you away when you want to touch him or come close to him. He would also remind you of the punishment every chance he got. He would act very cold towards you, and make sure that you feel the pain he feels.

If you were to fight with each other, he would most likely get angry and say hurtful things, because he can't control himself when angry. But after a few moments, he would immediately switch and go crazy with remorse, and he would apologize to you. He would do anything to get you back to normal after a fight, because it would destroy him, seeing you sad and not talking to him.

When he's busy with the Peaky Blinders, he puts on the act of a cold, ruthless, and brutal businessman. But deep inside he's just thinking of you and wishing that he had more time to be with you. Deep down he hates being away from you and not being in your presence, but because of his career, he has to act the way he does with the Peaky Blinders and make sure that he impresses them.

At first, his family would be concerned about his behavior, especially because of his obsessive behavior toward you. But after seeing that he is really in love with you they would try to help him, and make sure that he doesn't turn into a madman when all he can think about is you and want to be with you. They would also worry when he would have one of his emotional outbursts because they could see how much he loves you and that the thought alone of not being with you sends him over the edge.

The affection would be endless. He would always want to show his affection towards you, with gifts, compliments, and acts of service. He would never get tired of showering you with affection and telling you how much you mean to him. The more affection and love he has for you, the more possessive and obsessive he becomes. The thought of not having you drives him insane and he has trouble controlling himself.

Dates would be special for him. Taking you out on a date would be one of the most important and best times for him. He would show you all his love and affection on a date, and show you off and show others that you are his. Dates for him would mean a night away from his stressful and intense work life, and spending time with you would mean the world to him.

Marriage would be like the pinnacle of everything for him. He would be so excited and nervous at the same time because, to him, that means that he would finally be a husband and have all the rights to you and you'd officially be together forever. He would be obsessed with you to the extreme and be so possessive of you as his partner that he would do anything to keep you just for himself. For him, being married to you would be heaven on earth.

Children would be the final addition to an almost perfect world for him. He has always wanted children and to have a little family of his own. He would be so excited about having children with you and raising kids together and growing old with you. It would mean that you are finally a real family and you wouldn’t be able to escape him. He would be even more possessive of you and your children and he would do anything to protect them.

If you didn't want or couldn't have children, he would feel disappointed at first, because it is something he really wants in life and he would have been really happy and excited about it. But he would still be incredibly in love with you, even without children. After all, he fell in love with you and not the ability to have children. He would be a little disappointed at first, but that would quickly vanish, and he would be happy to still have you by his side.

"My dear, you are the light and air that I breathe. You are the reason I am breathing, living, and existing. Without you, I would be nothing, and without your love, I would be empty. Even though I seem intense, it all stems from the fear of losing you, because without you, I am nothing. The thought of losing you is terrifying and I would do everything in my power to make sure no one touches you, and to make sure that you never leave me."

Roleplaying - Putting on costumes and acting out scenarios like teacher/student relationships or boss/secretary roles can add an extra layer of excitement to your sexual encounters.

Power dynamics - He absolutely loves dominating situations and people who are weaker than him. It gives him a rush knowing that he can control everything and everyone around him.

Rough sex - He loves the sensation of being rough and aggressive during sex. It's about power and control for him, and nothing gets him harder than knowing that he can dominate and take whatever he wants from you.

Dirty talk - Hearing dirty words and lewd phrases come out of your mouth during sex really turns him on. The more explicit and vulgar, the better.

Oral fixation - He loves using his mouth to pleasure you, whether it's giving blowjobs or eating you out absolutely regardless of how busy he's meant to be with other things.

[da-man-si]

This is going to be a long post.

I knew it already but MDL is no place for having civil discourse. I swear all the holier-than-thous who are offended and triggered by every damn thing that doesn’t fall inside the purview of their morality gather on that website. It’s like the Twitter of drama world.

Anyway, here are my two cents on Lu Jiaxue. He is a fucking intimidating and overbearing creep. He has no ounce of respect for personal space and no qualms with manhandling a girl almost half his size. He has violent tendencies and is evil. He has done evil things in the past and continues to do more evil things including the ones that are done to cover up the past evil things. He is no misunderstood antagonist. But does this mean that we cannot like him as a character? Or does liking him mean that there must be something inherently wrong with us? It’s a waste of time and energy to elaborately answer those questions, so I am not going to do that— because normal people with functioning brains already know the answer.

Back to Lu Jiaxue, I mentioned to @dangermousie that, in my opinion based on my observations so far, LJX’s character shows the sinister side of the “evil bad boy who is nice to only one girl and hates everybody else” trope when the perspective is changed. When he was blind and in captivity in his brother’s house, he found comfort and hope in Xu Meimei and fell in love with her. Xu Meimei was murdered, so the “only one girl” part of the above-mentioned trope is gone. What remains is “evil bad boy” and “hates everybody else”. That’s exactly what he has been doing, and by that I don’t mean that he goes around killing people because in comparison to the other extreme examples of this trope, he hasn’t ruthlessly killed people so far in the drama (he is still evil though) and is caring towards his nephew and his side kick guy.

He has been a brute with Yining and this is where the sinister side of that trope comes in because aside from Xu Meimei, he is going to be like this with others. I don’t think he is trying to get her to become his girlfriend/wife or anything. He is a freak and, I mentioned this as well to Mousie, he is able to sense a faint smell of Xu Meimei coming from the Luo house and is highly suspicious of Yining. The suspicions have progressively elevated during the course of the so far released 24 episodes, but he has never been sure (hence the call for Song Ziyue to be brought to the capital). And he is a dumb bitch for not telling Yining what exactly had happened back then at the cliff, because it doesn’t matter whether Yining is Xu Meimei or not, he should’ve told her, especially when she lied to him about her maid being the one who liked him back then. But the proud, egotistic and evil side of him won’t let him do that. That’s a skill issue and that’s all on him. This is why in this narrative and this set up, he will always be inferior to San Ge.

For all the bad things he’s done, to Chen Jiuheng, to Song Family, to Yining (not Xu Meimei) and to LSY, he must face the consequences. I am hoping for an ending where he is lonely and regretful. Regretful especially towards Yining because he lost her once before, then he couldn’t recognize her despite the suspicions, manhandled her and tried to harm her family. I want his ship to sink and I will sink with it, as I’ve said previously. He is such a would’ve, could’ve, should’ve character. As @renewedmotionforjudgment mentioned in their post (https://www.tumblr.com/renewedmotionforjudgment/764985411856744448/am-i-writing-au-canon-divergence-fanfic-for-the), there are lots of what ifs.

I am a basic girl who likes fiction and he is a fictional man, so I am going to say that despite the million toxic and alarming flaws, some of the things he does are simply delicious (to me)— Intimidating guy soft for one girl (Xu Meimei), exterminated the entire family of the girl who murdered his Meimei, learned how to make dolls because Meimei said so, has been making dolls religiously in her memory, has been searching for her for years refusing to believe she could be dead, his evil senior guy asks him to not fail again in their evil deeds but he comes home and the first thing he orders his subordinate is to bring the person who can confirm his Meimei is alive or not.

Overall, what I am saying is that I like this character. People on MDL playing morality police and attacking anyone who says even remotely positive things about LJX need to get off their high horse and touch some grass. That's all.

[askinkiskarma]

ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ ᴅᴀʏ ɪᴠ - ꜱᴘᴀɴᴋɪɴɢ

pairing: neteyam x avatar!reader

➽ a/n: this is for my bae @pandoraslxna, so happy to have u back pookie, you are such a star and ilyssssm :((( &lt;3

➽ words: 700 words

➽ warnings: it goes without saying, but all of these works (kinktober-related) are smut and therefore minors should NOT interact with them.

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“This is stupid. We both know I’m never going to get better at this.” A huff of exasperation left your lips as you steadied another arrow in the large bow that still felt too large, too heavy, too… weird in the hands of your newly acquired Avatar. You were tired and cranky, annoyed and despondent after hours upon hours of training that wasn’t getting any easier, of muscles that were getting increasingly tighter and more knotted with each passing second. Neteyam was a good teacher. An excellent teacher, but even he couldn’t seem to get through to you, to make you better. It’s been days and with no improvement, and even though he wasn’t saying it, both of you were starting to lose hope. 

“Shut your pretty mouth, yawne. I basically taught Lo’ak how to shoot, and if I can teach him, I can teach anyone.”

The order and quiet command said through smirking lips stilled you in your spot. You couldn’t say it, not when your friendship would be jeopardised as a result, but you might fare better with another person to look over you. Because Neteyam, well… it was hard to focus with him circling you, looking at your body from every angle, studying it, touching you over and over again so your form improved, pressing your body against yours to show you the correct way with his own… it was too much, too soon - it was enough to set your every nerve ending alight and send pulses of untamed electricity up and down every inch of you.  

You shifted your stance a little - you had to, to accommodate for the growing heat in your core, for the way you were dripping in slick from being around him all day. He didn’t like that, a little tsk of disapproval barely audible as he took note of how tight together your legs were all of a sudden. 

“Come on now, we’ve been over the stance for hours a few days ago. Are you trying to be difficult? Come on, yawne: open your legs for me.” A gentle pat on your bare bum was enough to elicit a small moan from your unsuspecting mouth, the gesture so intimate and enticing, it made your mind spiral with thoughts Eywa would frown upon hearing, thoughts that made your already wet loincloth damp. 

You closed your eyes in dismay and embarrassment - what were the chances he didn’t hear that?

“Well, well, well… I see how it is. It turns out all this time you just needed a… tougher hand. Who would have thought, tawtutetsyip?” 

You want to curse and cry, you want to hide in shame and you thank whatever gods you can still remember from all the lessons Norm gave you that, at the very least, he was facing away from you, so you can’t notice the smug look on his face, the way you could the amused tone of his voice. 

“I can smell you. So needy.” 

One of his hands takes a hold of your shoulder, seemingly keeping you in place while his other hand moves away from you before making contact with your ass again, this time harder, the force almost knocking you forward, if it wasn’t for his unrelenting grip on your aching, desperate, longing body. The sting is intense and overwhelming, but so, so good and you lean back unwittingly against his broad, muscular chest, your head falling in the crook on his neck. You’re panting now, the sensation overload too overbearing to allow you the comfort of your normally sound thoughts, and you know you might regret this, you know when the high comes crashing down the consequences might break your bones, but you don’t care, not right now, now while his breath is fawning over the side of your face, his melodic, deep, husky voice whispering in your ear. 

“Be a good girl and take the shot for me, and I’ll indulge you all night long. How’s that sound, huh, yawne?”

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[zorosangell]

⛥ﾟ・。 protector: chapter twenty-six

synopsis: " you were supposed to stay a crewate, just another back to watch, " he tightened his hold, " i didn't even notice the change until i woke up one day and realized i'd take a bullet for you "

cw: violence, gore, fighting, mature themes, profanity, MAJOR/MINOR ANIME SPOILERS, follows the plot of the anime, slowww burn.

a/n: reposting from another account

If things went from bad to worse during the argument, then things went from worse to shit during the fight.

Usopp challenged Luffy to a duel for the Merry, which, of course, ended in his defeat.

Though Luffy let him keep the ship anyway.

But beyond that, the crew had gotten word that Robin was the prime suspect for the attempted murder of the mayor.

And now the whole town was after, not only her, but the entire crew.

Sanji and Chopper had ran into her while in town, but she started talking about a situation getting worse and never seeing the crew again before disappearing.

So Zoro devised a plan to capture her during her second attempt on the mayor, hoping to get some answers.

But with Usopp gone and Sanji nowhere to be found, you, Zoro, Nami, Chopper, and Luffy, knew that you would have to go at it on your own.

And as the five of you perched in a large tree outside the mayor's mansion, you couldn't help noticing the looming sense of doom in the air.

Aqua Laguna would not be the only storm coming that night...

"There sure are a lot of people out there," Chopper reported, looking down at the lawn through his binoculars.

"It's a little far, too," Luffy agreed.

"It'll be fine if you rocket through the window, right? After Robin shows up, I mean," Nami asked.

"That's right. If we make a commotion first then they'll just sneak in while we're dealing with the guards," Zoro stated, leaning against the trunk of the tree, "Let's be patient."

You sat yourself a little ways off to the side, criss-crossed, with your eyes peacefully shut, trying to meditate some clarity into the situation.

This overbearing sense of disaster had been following you ever since Usopp left the crew. 

And before your little display clairvoyance on Skypiea, you had never been so fined tuned with auras like you were now.

The fluctuations and shifts, all dependent on where you were and who you were with.

It was too much for your one head.

And being able to sense impending doom, while not knowing how, when, where, or why it was coming, is a power you wouldn't wish on your greatest enemy.

But luckily, your swordsman noticed your distress, resting a hand on your shoulder to snap you out of it.

"You alright?" he asked, voice low so he didn't alert the others.

Your mind was off somewhere else, thinking, quite intently if he took the tightness of your face as any hint.

But being distracted like that, especially with your lives on the line, would be a death sentence.

"We need that head down here."

An easy guess would be it was about your powers, and how you could be doing more to help.

But there was no time to pry, so a guess is what it would have to stay.

You spared him a small smile of thanks, giving a firm nod and focusing back on the task at hand.

'She didn't answer my question...'

But the sounds of shouts from below pulled him away from his thoughts before he could act on them.

"Sounds like something's going on down there," he stated, turning to Chopper, "Whaddya see?"

"They're all kinda standing around now. But..." Chopper sighed, pulling the binoculars away from his face, "they're all huge, and armed, and angry."

"We need to be careful. Those guys have a reputation for being able to handle themselves when push comes to shove. We don't wanna rush in and do anything we're gonna regret later," Nami reminded.

"Yeah, if we try to barge in swingin', we'll just be askin' for trouble," Luffy agreed.

"Says the guy who charged-in in broad daylight..." you scoffed.

"Anyway, don't take your eyes off 'em, Chopper," Zoro instructed, eyes trained on the lawn, "We don't want any kind of surprise down there."

"Right."

"Anything happens, you let us know."

"Okay, you got it."

"I think we're gonna have a really long night ahead of us," Zoro sighed, "But if we blow our opportunity, it's over. We can't let our guard down no matter what happens."

Silence fell over the air, and the wind's sorrow filled wail was only a hint of foreshadowing to the night ahead.

"If we wanna know the truth about Robin, then it has to be tonight, or never."

"Yeah," Luffy agreed, his tone low, "I got a feeling we'll be talking to her real soon."

And as if on cue, a huge explosion went off right on the lawn, blowing most of the carpenters away.

"Whoa! Something blew up!" Chopper exclaimed.

"Yeah, no kidding..." You winced.

An entire section of the house was now on fire, and the workers were buzzing like bees around a hive trying to put it out.

"They all seem pretty worked up," Chopper noted, a little nervous.

"Yeah. There is definitely something going on right now," Zoro stated, eyes scanning over the destruction, "Alright, then. When are we gonna make our move?"

You and Chopper turned to where Luffy once was, only for him to be nowhere in sight.

'For the love of God...'

"Hey, where's Luffy?" Chopper asked.

Zoro and Nami quickly whipped their heads over, eyes going impossibly wide at the captain's absence.

"THAT IDIOT! WHAT ABOUT THE PLAN?! I THOUGHT WE WEREN'T GONNA RUSH INTO ANYTHING!" the two shouted in unison.

You sighed, resting your cheek in your palm as you looked back down at the lawn.

"Too late."

Things had gone wrong fast.

After the four of you, though really you and Zoro, fought through the hordes of Galley-La workers, you eventually made it to the hallway leading to the mayor's bedroom.

Zoro had managed to cut down the door, coincidentally, at the exact same time Luffy burst in through the wall.

Robin, along with workers Lucci, Kalifa, Kaku, and Blueno, were all standing over Iceberg's body.

They went into a long explanation of how they pulled everything off, then attacked a man named Paulie and told Robin that her job was complete.

Though Luffy wasn't too accepting of the woman's farewell.

But Blueno, the fake bartender, blocked his path, and seemed to be able to combat each and every one of Luffy's moves.

"AGH! I said out of my way!" Luffy started, using his Gum-Gum Gatling to attack the large man.

But he dodged each and every hit with ease, as if he was a piece of paper billowing in the wind.

"Whoa! Even though he's big, he sure is fast!" Chopper exclaimed, wide eyed at the sight.

Past the large man's figure, Luffy noticed Robin still making her way to the window.

"Robin!" he called, trying to run after her.

Blueno blocked him once more, distracting the boy by beginning to hop on the air.

'He can fly?!'

"Tempest..." Kalifa and Kaku wound up a kick, before using it to send Luffy flying into the hallway, "Kick!"

But the gust of wind behind it was sharp, almost as if they had swung a very large blade.

You and Zoro's eyes shot wide at the same time.

"Get down! Hurry!" the two of you shouted in unison.

All of you hit the deck together, and narrowly dodged the gigantic slash sent over your heads.

"Luffy!" you exclaimed, turned behind you to check on him.

He had been thrown pretty far.

"They did all that with a single kick? No way!" Nami muttered, examining the huge slash mark left in the wall.

"Technically, it was the sharp gust of wind that followed it," Kalifa corrected, "We call it the Tempest Kick."

Zoro broke into a dash for Kaku, the two of them clashing weapons, Kaku's being a shipbuilding tool.

Taking that as a signal, you went after Kalifa, your mace and her heel clashing as you swung.

"Such an archaic and barbaric weapon," she taunted.

You furrowed your brows, pushing off and swinging your foot instead, which had a sword coming out of it.

She backflipped out of the way, landing in a handstand and sending a kick straight to your face, but you instant formed a shield and blocked it.

"That's a very interesting devil fruit you have," she smirked, flipping upright and starting to hop on air, like Blueno did.

"God's Messenger: Army and Point!" you exclaimed, forming a whip as your feathers popped off, all going to attack her.

She was surprised for a moment as the feathers blocked her vision, and you used the whip to grab her by her ankle, ready to pull her down.

But just as you were about to, you glanced at Zoro, only to see him get punched full of holes by Kaku's finger.

"ZORO!" you shouted, eyes shooting wide as his mouth spat up a ton of blood.

'SHIT! GOTTA GET OVER THERE AND HEAL HIM! QUICK!'

"Eyes up here, darling," Kalifa smirked, using your whip to yank you up to her before turning on Iron Body, making you smash your head directly into hers.

A sickening crack echoed throughout the room, and a single stream of blood poured from your scalp as you dropped to the ground.

"(y/n)!" Nami and Chopper cried, eyes wide and fearful.

It hurt like hell, but you weren't going down without a fight.

You weakly lifted your head, the speech Lucci was giving going in and out your ears until he suddenly began to turn into some sort of leopard monster.

'This just went from shit to fucking shit-storm.'

"No! He's a Carnivore Zoan-type!" Chopper gasped, terrified, "They're the most brutal of them all!"

"Lucci, the workmen are making their way up the stairs," Kalifa warned.

"They won't make it that far..."

With a single kick, the man completely destroyed the ceiling below, sending it crashing down.

"Stupid pidgeon jerk!" Luffy shouted, managing to land a punch on the man's face while he was distracted.

Lucci glared, and swung his arm over faster than you could see.

"Finger Pistol!"

Within seconds, you captain was impaled by the cat-man's claw.

"Luffy!" Zoro shouted, eyes wide.

"No!" you gasped.

Nami's tears could be heard throughout the entire room as Luffy struggled to breath, Lucci grabbing him by his face.

"Have a nice flight!" he spat, throwing the boy straight out the window and clear across town.

"Luffy!" Nami screamed, shaking with fright.

You were at a loss for words.

This couldn't be happening.

Luffy was one of the strongest people you knew.

If he couldn't fare against these guys, what did that say for you?

"Damn you!" Zoro cursed, making a run for Lucci, sword drawn.

"Iron Body."

The swordsman went for the arm, trying to slice it off, but it clashed as if it were metal, and Lucci roundhouse kicked him through the ceiling, dropping one of his swords on the way.

"Protect Nami!" you shouted, ordering all of your feathers to her, "Get her and Chopper out of here!"

They quickly detached, and scooped up the navigator and the doctor, zipping off far away from the scene.

And leaving you as the last domino standing.

You grabbed Zoro's sword and held it close as Lucci yoked you up by your neck, glaring at you so sharp that his eyes would cut down boulders if they could.

You knew he wouldn't be able to go after them.

The risk of being seen by one of the workers was too great, and their plan was already way behind schedule.

So if he couldn't get the other two, then he was going to take out all his anger on you.

"What would you say if I made you feel the most pain you've ever felt in your life?" he asked, his tone icy.

You scoffed, amused by his attempt to intimidate you.

"I'd tell you I'm into that," you smirked down at him, punctuating your sentence by spitting in his face.

He growled, throwing you up and kicking you out the window, sending you careening through the town.

You crashed into a building at full force, knocking it over and landing with the debris on another roof.

"SHIT!" you growled in pain, tightly clutching your shoulder.

You had heard a wet pop the second it collided with the concrete.

It was dislocated for sure.

"Dammit! I don't have time for this!" you hissed through gritted teeth, "I've gotta find Luffy and Zoro!"

Weakly, you pulled yourself up, trying to take a quick survey of where you were, despite the unforgiving wind.

And it seemed to be you were somewhere in the backstreets, the allies below you already completely flooded.

'The boys got thrown pretty far. I wouldn't be surprised if they ended up back here, too.'

You looked down at your arm, its limpness reminding you of the task at hand.

"First things first," you grunted, shutting your eyes and allowing you angelic glow to come over you, healing your arm, head, and neck.

And once your power was finished, the glow left, leaving you as good as new.

"Next," you sighed, turning to glance at your featherless wings.

Waiting for them to completely grow back would take a day or so, and you didn't have that kind of time.

So you'd have to go for the painful, last ditch option.

You dropped to your knees, bracing yourself for the oncoming torture.

'Take deep breaths...'

You began the process, forcing your body to grow more feathers, your grip on your skirt nearly ripping through the fabric.

The pain was similar to that of forcing your nails to grow.

...

By ripping each of them out one by one.

Slowly, but surely, the first few rows had regenerated, but they were not nearly enough for flight.

"Come on! Your friends are counting on you!" You slammed your fist down, your teeth nearly biting through your lip.

You pushed harder, beads of sweat rolling down your temple as more and more feathers grew.

Your breaths were deep and controlled, hoping to breath yourself through it.

'One more push! Almost done!'

You gave your final push, your last few feathers sprouting before your body finally collapsed.

"Done..." you panted, relieved, "Now I gotta... find the others."

Standing up, you grabbed Zoro's sword, only to turn and see a wave almost as tall as the clouds.

It was headed straight for you.

"CRAP!" you exclaimed, unfurling your new wings and jetting off.

You were originally going to head back a little closer to town, but out of the corner of your eye you noticed a familiar pair of boots sticking out a chimney.

'ZORO!'

Without a second thought, you zipped over, the looming tsunami providing a whole lot of motivation.

But as you drew closer, you realized you wouldn't be able to hold Zoro's sword, and give a full-forced bash at the same time.

'Fuck it...'

You closed your eyes and rammed head first through the chimney, completely destroying it.

"WHAT THE HELL?!" Zoro exclaimed, wide eyed as the chimney seemed to explode around him.

"Zoro!" you cheesed, catching him bridal style before doing a hard one-eighty, "Hold on!"

"(y/n)?! Did you break that with your head?! The hell were you thinking?!" he realized, noticing the steady stream of blood running down your forehead.

"I couldn't use a weapon 'cause I was too busy holding your sword," you panted, handing it to him, "I snagged it from Lucci before getting thrown out here."

He gratefully took it from you, his face serious as the events started coming back to him.

He and Luffy had been thrown out of the window, leaving you to protect Nami and Chopper all by yourself.

The man could only imagine what you had gone through to keep them safe.

"Are Nami and Chopper alright?" he asked.

"Yeah," you nodded, "I had my feathers fly them to safety. And CP9 didn't seem to go after them. They should be good for a while."

"I see," the swordsman nodded, looking down at his blade.

He should've been there.

"I'm sorry for not being there to help you."

You cocked a brow, a confused look on your face.

"You don't have to apologize, Zoro," you assured, looking down at him with a relieved smile as you landed on the bridge.

You put him down, and threw your arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug.

"If I'm being honest," you sighed, resting your face in the crook of his neck, "I'm just glad you're safe."

Zoro's breath hitched, and a tinge of crimson graced his cheeks.

'Fuck...'

It shouldn't make him happy to hear how worried you were about him.

But you were so soft, and so warm.

And the way you were looking at him was making something buzz in his chest.

He knew he shouldn't indulge in this.

He knew that this was a line that once crossed, would never be the same again.

Yet he couldn't stop his arms from looping around your waist.

Couldn't stop himself from pulling you closer.

Couldn't stop himself from breathing you in, accepting his new reality.

"I'm glad you're safe, too, (y/n)..."