#guy who wants to be loved but wraps himself in anger and hatred and guy who wants to be loved but is surrounded by layers of fake niceties

[heatwa-ves]

Thinking about naiah and rayaan.. rayaan has a very complicated relationship with religion and I think meeting naiah helps him with that and she ends up becoming very important to him and he's important to her too I think he's one of the very few people that knows part of who she is behind everything she fakes

[cozage]

Could you write headcanons where luffy, sanji, law, and zoro react to their s/o shouting i hate you in a heated argument out of anger and it’s angst to comfort because she didn’t really mean it? thank you <3

A/N: Wow! Talk about complete opposites here with Sanji & Luffy vs Law & Zoro. This was a fun angst request! Thanks!

Characters: female reader x luffy, sanji, law, zoro

Cw: angst (but all happy endings!)

Total word count: 1k

Hate is Such a Strong Word

Luffy

You can see the shock in his eyes, the pain in his face. It’s so clear that he’s taken aback by your words and for the first time in your recent memory, Luffy is silent for a long time. He just stares at you, trying to decipher your words.

You instantly regret saying it. He’s like a little puppy who’s been scolded and didn’t even realize what he did wrong. Except he does realize what he did, he just didn’t realize it was such a big deal until this moment. 

His voice trembles when he speaks. “You don’t mean that, do you? You don’t really hate me, right?”

He wraps you in a hug, not giving you a chance to respond. He holds you so tight there's no chance for escape. “Take it back,” he begs. “I’m sorry. Please don’t hate me.”

You sigh, wrapping your arms around him too. “No, Luffy, I don’t hate you. I'm sorry I said that.”

He gives you an extra tight squeeze and then releases you. He’s not one to hold a grudge, so he apologizes again for upsetting you and promises to do better in the future, already forgetting your misspoken words. 

Sanji

As soon as the words came out of your mouth, Sanji knew his worst nightmare had come true. You were finally done with him.

He spent a moment deciding if he should beg for forgiveness or if he should accept your hatred, but you stormed out of the room before he could make a decision. 

He prepares the finest snacks for you and the girls to share. He silently sets them down while you all are chatting, even though you’re still giving him the cold shoulder. He lets you vent and get everything off your chest with them, even if it makes him look like the bad guy. 

He spends all afternoon preparing your favorite dessert, and when he sees that you’re finally done talking with the girls, he calls you over and apologizes for his wrongdoing that made you so upset. You accept both his verbal apology and his dessert one. 

But things are different between you two. He’s more distant, more nervous around you than before. Finally you confront him about it, and he admits your words have been weighing on his mind. 

It’s then that you realize how important words are to Sanji. You apologize with words and kisses and anything else you can think of to make it up to him. You remind yourself to give him more words of affirmation to help show your love, and you swear that those words will never come out of your mouth again. 

Law

His eye twitches when you scream it out to him, and his face turns to steel. “If you hate me so much, then leave.”

He storms out of the room without letting you respond. He wants the satisfaction of having the last word in this argument. You’re too angry to care.

He locks himself in his office for the most part. When he comes out of his room, he rampages through the ship. He’s slamming doors and cabinets shut, throwing things down harder than normal, everything he does is just super aggressive. 

“Why don't you just apologize?” Penguin finally asks. “Because I didn’t do anything wrong!” Law yells back, his words echoing through the whole ship. 

This man is too prideful to apologize first. It’s a waiting game between the two of you. You don’t sleep together, he stops eating meals with the crew.

You finally cave, and knock softly on his office door. He doesn’t answer.

“I’m sorry I said I hated you,” you say through the door. “I didn’t mean it. I don’t know why I said that. It was a really stupid thing to say”

The door finally opens, and you can see dark circles under his eyes. He pulls you in for a hug, kissing the top of your head. “And I’m sorry for what I did. I’ll do better in the future.” 

The whole crew breathes a sigh of relief, knowing you two are okay again.

Zoro

At first the words didn't faze him. You continued screaming at each other, voices rising louder to outdo one another. 

And then the words came again. “I hate you Roronoa Zoro. I’ll never forgive you for this!” you screamed, and you stormed out the door, slamming it behind you. 

It was in the silence after that he realized the impact of your words. And he realizes that he’s scared. 

He tries to push down his anxiety by hiding in the crow’s nest and working out relentlessly. He’s avoiding everyone, but mostly you and your wrath.

He prays that you’ll come apologize to him, but after two days you still haven’t appeared in the crows nest. He’s constantly glancing out the deck, trying to find a glimpse of you whenever he can without getting caught. 

On the afternoon of the third day, he realizes he’ll have to spend another night without you if he doesn’t apologize soon, and he finally gives in. He climbs down the ladder and walks over to where you and Nami are sunning in some lounge chairs and stands over top of you, clearing his throat. “Can I talk to you alone?” his voice comes out irritated unintentionally.

“Not with that tone,” you shoot back, still mad at him. He grits his teeth, and you see a blush start to appear over his cheeks. 

“I’m sorry,” he says, and you can hear that he’s being genuine. “I didn’t mean to make you so upset.”

You sigh and get up from the chair, leading him away to talk in private. He continues to apologize, asking you how he can do better in the future. 

You’re pleased with this development, and you give him a quick peck on the lips to show all is well again. “I’m sorry too,” you say. “I said a lot of things I didn’t mean.”

“So, we’re okay?” he asks, looking at you inquisitively. “We’re okay,” you assure him.

[naofaun]

i see people asking what morro's appeal to the fandom is, and after some thought, i think i realised what it is.

it's the tragedy of his entire story, from start to finish. the helplessness of it all, the grief, the longing, the parts of your past that haunt you forever (ghost pun not intended).

you look at morro and you don't see the big scary monster that the writers painted him as. you see a boy, a child, who spent his entire life pursuing one single goal that was just barely out of reach. you see a child who died for that goal suffocated in toxic fumes, who lost his home and family and safety for that goal.

we don't know why he was cursed. but as if he hadn't been through enough agony, as if the world hadn't broken this child enough, he wound up in a realm flooded with evil. his mind couldn't handle the trauma of what happened. as if he wasn't fixated enough, his desire became stronger.

he wanted nothing more than to prove himself.

you can see it in the way he talks and acts. he doesn't care about taking over. he doesn't care about the preeminent's goals. if anything, dying in that cave on that night made him all the more determined to prove himself worthy.

he had so much anger, so much terrible sadness in him that he didn't know what to do with it. he had to blame someone. the only person he could reasonably reflect his agony onto was sensei wu, the only man to ever help him.

he came back to ninjago years and years later. the person who got the green gi was no more than a little boy, who had never been trained like he was. who never spent years and years of his life pursuing this goal, dedicating everything to it. hell, he didn't even want it?

even his defeat was tragic. you can see him panicking, doing everything he can to escape destiny. destiny will always wrap its chains around him once more though, because he was finally dragged down to the depths. once more, he would fail his goal. once more, he would watch everything he dedicated himself to simply fade away before his very eyes.

he could have saved himself. he could have taken wu's hand, dragged himself onto that dragon and started a new life.

but he didn't want to. i love the “morro takes wu’s hand and redeems himself” aus as much as the next person, but he didn't want to. he made the active decision to shove the crystal in wu's hand and let death take him once more.

because in the end, he'd lost so much that living wasn't worth it anymore. his goal was never going to be achievable. he was never going to be truly happy. he never learned how to stop and appreciate life, how to love himself and reach his true sense of self like the rest of the ninja.

he died before he could reach his true potential, guys. that dragon was not his, it was lloyd’s. he died before he even got the chance.

unlike the ninjago villains both before and after him, morro has genuine emotion and life to his story. he's not bad for the sake of being bad. he's not just another enemy for lloyd garmadon to defeat. he's a kid who got in over his head, who wasted away trying to break free of his own fate. and he failed.

if anyone reading this has seen day of the departed, then you know morro came back only long enough to warn sensei wu of what was coming for him. the other villains immediately picked up their weapons and scurried off to cause mayhem for the sake of it, but morro was different. he changed. he let go of his grief and accepted his role in the world.

he helped the ninja despite his prior hatred for them (although i truly believe it was jealousy fueled by insecurity and grief, not hatred). sure, he taunted wu a little at first, but you could tell that it was nothing more than a little fun. he was a boy again, he was okay again. there was no reason for him to hurt anyone. he's moved on.

no one knows what happened to him in the departed realm, or why he healed and the other villains didn't. i don't think i want to know, though. it doesn't matter. all that matters is the fact that he's better now.

so, yes. unlike the other ninjago villains, morro’s story is so painfully and breathtakingly human. he has emotion and development that no other antagonist like him got to have. or at least, it certainly didn't feel as raw as his did.

[klownkoster]

Can I please hear some thoughts about your takes on the main 4?

Just anything on your mind I love hearing your thoughts :>

oooo good ask actually, I've been so focused on developing Dr. Hare and Binary Bard that Black Widow and Captain Crawfish haven't really crossed my mind all that much 🤔 Doesn't mean I haven't been thinking about them though! I've just been brain-rotting about Hare and Bard more cause they're my comfort characters

My brain's a little scrambled right now to really go into depth at the moment, but I'll give you a few heacanons for each!

Dr. Hare ~ Autistic/has ADHD, or heck even both, and loves to info-dump about his interests to anyone willing to listen,, I'm just projecting at this point ~ Has fants(fur pants), his fur is very soft <3 Sucks in the summer, though ~ His little rabbit tail wags when he's really happy or excited about something, or info-dumping about something he's really passionate about 🥺 ~ He's envious of his pre-villain self, he wished he could go back to that young naïve version of himself, way back before the harshness of reality had a chance to crush him like it did and caused his villain totem to develop. Though at the same time, he wonders if that version of himself would hate him for who he's become, and if he would even want to associate himself with him in his current state. ~ What happened to him wasn't an accident

Binary Bard ~ I headcanon him as a masc-aligned nonbinary guy, he/they pronouns but he's cool with just he/him or they/them. I, personally, just call them what I see him as in the moment like I do with myself and my own OC's with pronoun sets like that ~ Speaks in binary to really aggravate others sometimes, just for the sake of being cryptic, or sometimes to say something he doesn't want to say directly. Luckily for him, the other three are accustomed to this and have learned how to translate it by now. ~ Knowing the things he did while under the influence of his villain totem has left him with sleeping issues, often laying awake at night feeling guilty and wondering what he could have done differently. ~ During his time controlled by the totem, it had altered his personality entirely, essentially turning him into the complete opposite of the calm inventor that usually kept too himself, he hates the person that totem turned him into. He especially hates what it made him do too his loved ones.

Black Widow ~ Black Widow and Betty Jetty are absolutely dating. Power lesbians. ~ I headcanon she became Black Widow because throughout her entire life her artistic talents were always pushed aside and belittled ever since childhood. Beautiful landscapes and still-lives eventually turned into warped portraits of herself when her totem came about, and she sought out to make the world see and recognize her talent. ~ *Rubs my gay little hands* Transfem Black Widow ~ After her totem was destroyed, she almost didn't know how to adjust to domestic life, it even scared her a bit, but with the help of her little ex-villain friend group they all learned to adjust and reflect on themselves together, which helped ease her fears. Now she's essentially like the group "mama bear" and "cool aunt" both wrapped in one.

Captain Crawfish ~ His totem came about after a previous crew he was captain of was lost at sea after a rival crew from Skullduggery sunk his ship. Survivors guilt and anger spawning both his totem and his hatred for Skullduggery, wanting to steal every bit of treasure they have like they stole his crew from him, whom he treasured as his own family. This eventually turned to stealing whatever treasure he could get his hands on, with it temporarily filling that void his fallen crew left behind, and when that feeling would wear off he'd set off for the next set of treasures in a desperate attempt to fill that void again, and that cycle would continue. ~ After his totems destruction, it took him a long while before he felt comfortable enough to return to the seas, still feeling awful about his lost crew and fearing another crew would be taken from him if he started sailing again. But, like mentioned in Black Widow's section, he and the others all learned to cope together and he eventually did return to sailing. ~ He's honestly rather protective of the other three, them being the only ones he's felt particularly close too since his first crewmates. He'll never admit it out loud, but he doesn't want to lose them like he did his crew.

[fullscoreshenanigans]

can never be on the same page with this one sry 😔 I hate this theory with passion lol these guys abused norman's bloodline for hundreds of generations I just think it's v unfair to see him as one of them even if there's .001% chance that the old ancestor lady got boned by a rat (or any woman down the line received Ratri dna) to see him and associate w/ the oppressing side instead of his mother's bloodline doesn't feel right at all (via @1000sunnygo)

I kept meaning to send you an ask about this so you could dissect all the ways you hate it ldfkjsd I'm admittedly a sucker for the angst, in the same way I ignore the Lambda sickness cure so there's more opportunity for hurt/comfort between him and his family. That anger of being even more connected to the people who hurt his family than he already was by virtue of being a human born in the demon world, and using that hatred as more fuel for his plans before eventually finding a kind of peace within himself. Being able to acknowledge what happened in the past, but not letting it consume more of his time than it already has because he is so much more than their sordid legacy, and instead putting that energy into creating a future for his friends and family where they can create endless memories together filled with hope and love.

Also the idea of Mike or other members of the family having the fucking gall to claim him as part of the clan after everything contributing to his anger here:

(Chapter 181.4)

In scenarios where the kids don't achieve the financial means to search for Emma as thoroughly or as quickly as they would like, I enjoy him grappling with the idea of playing ball with them to make his family whole again.

Alternatively, another scenario that's easier to work into canon is the Ratri clan realizing Norman's lineage when the cattle children arrive in the human world, also prompted by the databases at Grace Field sparking further investigation with a DNA test. Once it's confirmed, they keep pestering Norman about leaning into this kinship and actively working for them, along with having his family and friends seemingly on good terms with the clan for some PR optics. Norman finds the idea insulting and revolting, but he can't ignore the benefits that would come with it. Like some other fans, I greatly dislike Norman becoming a CEO during the final major timeskip, as well as Lambda sickness being conveniently treated with no chronic aftereffects and absolutely no issues with them integrating into human world and being welcomed with open arms by everyone. I understand Shirai wanted to wrap up the series on his own terms after years of dealing with the strain that is weekly manga publishing, and he needed an explanation for how the kids could easily fund their expeditions to search for Emma, but oof, do I hate it lol. All of these remain a concern for the cattle children here, and while the Ratri clan wouldn't outright abandon them if he refused, Norman wouldn't put it past them to drag their feet on certain matters. Their finances and prestige shield them from any misguided resentment some people may hold for them. Their connections are a boon for securing future educations and careers. And god would it expedite the search for Emma. I like to imagine a late night benefit-cost analysis between Norman, Ray, Don, and Gilda taking place at some point after they've settled in enough. The other three reaffirm that if Norman felt it was going to kill his soul to work for the Ratris, his friends and family would stand by his refusal, but they would be remiss not to acknowledge the pragmatism in further solidifying the relationship (particularly poignant coming from Ray, though not completely analogous situations). The conversation drifts off for a bit before Norman, looking exhausted across the table they're seated at with his hands on his knees, states, "I want her back with us." Working with the clan would be odd in so many ways with how they would laud his status as a cattle child and how he was taking the lead on amending relations between the Ratri and the cattle children while never wanting to fully interrogate what that meant. There's a hierarchy with Norman at the top and the mass production farm children at the bottom in many of their minds. At one point in private after a publicity event someone says offhand, "you can cover that up now, you know," referring to his ID. Even in the winter he tries to make a point not to wear scarves or turtlenecks when he knows he's going to be around them.

I also share a lot of overlap with @emmaspolaroid and believe the female ancestor we see in the flashbacks is related to the Ratris in some way (default to her being a cousin) so it's more of a distant connection to the family:

(x | x | x)

Doubling up with the "Matilda is Norman's biological mom" theory, I also default to him being related to the clan through his mother.

(Chapter 127 | Chapter 141 | x)

[viscerax]

Omg bro ur writing is so amazing, like I am so shook, I love how u write Vance sm so if ur requests r open could I request something where YN always tries to subtly hint or suggest anger management to Vance but he always shuts the idea down cause he thinks he doesn’t need it yet consistently proves he does need it. And you know how people trick their dogs by saying they’re going to the park when they actually take them to the vet? YN gets Vance in their car with the idea of a date, being extra flirty to lure him in, but is secretly taking him to an anger management meeting. And when they pass their designated date spot thats when Vance starts to get confused/suspicious in the ride until they get there and he’s just like “🧍 is this a joke”. Thank u💖💖

Tricked

"Vance, I really think some... therapy might be good for you. You can't keep beating kids up like this. Thats not gonna pass when you're an adult." You sighed, wrapping bandages around his bloodied knuckles.

"I don't need fucking anger management. I'm perfectly fine. Just because I'm not a pussy doesn't mean I need to go talk to some shrink. I'm not an angry person. I'm perfectly fine." He sounded worked up about it, which convinced you that you probably shouldn't push the subject any further.

"I just think it would be good for you. I just want whats best for you, V." You hummed and placed a kiss on his cheek.

You continued to suggest therapy or anger management. But Vance never agreed. You loved Vance the way he was, but you knew if he continued to express his anger like he does, he'd end up getting hurt or in jail.

You had finally devised the perfect plan.

"Vance, hun! Are you almost ready? We're going to be late!" You called out to him. He had been fixing his hair for the past ten minutes.

"How are we gonna be late? We're just going to the park for a picnic!" He called back, and you rolled your eyes.

"Yeah but- ugh. Just hurry up. If we get there to late, its gonna get dark!" You leaned against the front door, swinging your keys around your index finger.

A few moments later, Vance emerged from the bathroom. His hair looked especially done well, which made you almost feel bad. You could tell he was excited because he smelt like expensive cologne. You smiled and grabbed his hand, pulling him closer and gently kissing him before leading him out to your car.

You seemed especially flirty and doting for the car ride, which made Vance a bit suspicious. You held his hand with your left, and steered with your right. "Vance, you look great tonight. You should always do your hair like this more often." You hummed, letting go of his hand and gently running your hand through his hair. "It looks amazing." You smiled and leaned over once you hit a red light, pressing a soft kiss on his lips until the light turned green.

Vance knew something was up as soon as you passed the only park in town that wasn't filled with homeless people or dead grass.

Vance gave you a suspicious look, and you tried to ignore it. "Y/n?" He glared slightly, not out of hatred, and more pit of suspicion.

"Yes, hun?" You hummed, trying to act normal.

"Y/n. Where are we going?" Vance spoke with a hint of irritation in his voice.

"You know where."

The rest of the drive was filled with silence, until you arrived at the building. Vance, who was kind of oblivious, didn't notice where they were until he found himself seated in a circle filled with a bunch of buff guys or people who looked like they had just broke out of prison. You sat next to him, legs crossed, having scooted one of the chairs closer, and holding his hand. He leaned over, whispering into your ear.

"I can't believe you tricked me. This is so not fair." He grumbled, and you couldn't help but chuckle.

"And I can't believe you fell for it." Yoy smiled and kissed his cheek. "Trust me hun. This is gonna help you. Please just do it. For me?" You pouted. Vance sighed, and you knew he couldn't resist it.

"Fine. But you totally owe me for this."

"Whatever. Next time, I'll take you on a real date. Your choice." You kissed him again before leaning away as the counselor walked into the room.

Vance hated that you had tricked him, but you seemed really happy that he was going. So maybe he could do it. Not because he wanted to, of course. Only to make you happy.

A/N: when I got this request I giggled so much I thought it was so cute I loved writing this.

[rebelwrites]

For Jax 🔪 ☁️🛏

I can’t wait to see what you’ll do with this ♥️

Sorry this has taken so long 🥺 hope you enjoy and it was worth the wait.

Wrapping your fingers around the door handle to the hotel room you let out a breath of relief. You loved coming up to see your Dad but there was always the issue of being around a certain blonde asshole. No matter how hard you tried to ignore him, he always managed to get under your skin, he knew it and so did everyone else. So when the idea of a road trip was brought up everyone jumped at the idea but you really didn’t want to spend three days stuck with the devil himself.

There was one condition about this trip, you got a room of your own.

As you pushed open the door to the room you were instantly on alert, pulling your knife out of the waistband of your jeans. No one else was meant to be in this room, this was your room, so why was the shower running?

Letting your eyes dart around the room, you tried to find clues on who was taking a shower. The moment your gaze locked onto the pair of crisp white Air Force ones haphazardly discarded in the middle of the room you felt your blood run cold, knowing exactly who they belonged to. The more you looked around the room following the trail of clothes it became obvious that Jax was the intruder.

Ever since you were kids you and Jax were always at each other’s throats, especially when you started taking an interest in guys and they took interest in you. The moment they got close Jax threatened them before they could ask for your number. Every guy was chased off by the blond and it angered you for years until one night you blew up at him during a SAMCRO party, when you found out he was the one to start the rumour of your boyfriend at the time cheating causing your Dad to beat the living shit out of him.

“Hey, Darlin’,” he said with a large smirk plastered on his face.

Narrowing your gaze at his jugular, you tightened your grip on your knife. Thoughts of sinking your knife into his neck swimming through your mind but more importantly trying to keep your gaze from drifting to his extremely toned body that was glistening with water from his shower. You knew you always had feelings for the blond standing in front of you but your anger and hatred overpowered those feelings, or so you thought.

“What’s the matter, Princess?” He hummed, taking a few large steps across the room closing the distance between the pair of you. “Cat got your tongue? It’s not like you to be speechless.”

“The fuck you doing in my room, Teller?” You spat.

“The hotel fucked up and didn’t book enough rooms so someone had to bunk with you,” he chuckled, reaching up brushing his knuckles against your cheek causing you to flinch at his touch. “So I took one for the club and said I’d bunk with you.”

“Of course you did.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes at his comment, the grip on your knife tightening even more.

Finally you broke from your daze, pressing your palm flat against his pec trying to ignore how his skin felt under your touch. With one quick motion you had shoved him backwards, trapping him between your body and the wall of the room. Lifting your arm up, you pressed your elbow against his collar bone holding the knife against his soft skin. Your touch was firm enough to tell him you meant business but light enough so the sharp blade wasn’t breaking the skin.

“I always knew you were into some kinky shit, Princess.” He growled, looking down on you due to the height difference.

“I will make you bleed.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, Darlin’,” he hummed, wrapping his large hand over yours, pulling the knife and your hand away from his neck. “Let’s be adults about this situation, there’s only one bed and I know neither of us wants to crash on the floor so do what you need to do and get your ass in bed.”

“Asshole.”

“I know.” He chuckled, watching as you moved around the room, keeping his gaze planted on your ass. He knew this was a dangerous game to play spinning the lie about the hotel fucking up when he was the one who purposely booked one less room. But he was done with this game of cat and mouse that had been going on for years. He had feelings for you and now he had admitted that to himself he wasn’t going to stop until you were his girl. “Now, hurry up, I'm tired.”

After half an hour you were both lying in bed with a pile of spare pillows creating a barrier between the two of you. You could hear the smirk on Jax’s voice as he spoke softly, but all you could focus on was how fast your heart was beating as you laid here with Jax, praying that he couldn’t hear it pounding against your rib cage.

“Fair warning if you try anything whilst I’m asleep, I have my knife under my pillow and am not afraid to use it.” You said softly as you finally gave into sleep.

The sound of his chuckle was one of the last things you heard as you drifted off, questioning if you heard him right as he whispered the words “I love you”

@chibsytelford @bigcreatorwombatdreamer @pumpkin-spice-hate @talicat713 @band--psycho @jomariekirby @i-love-scott-mccall @pascal-reyes @fourthwallhateclub @withmyteeth @theysayitscrazy @rosieposie0624 @choochoo284 @meteora-fc @beeroses @princess76179 @darklydeliciousdesires

[moonshineinasippycup]

Silent Love

This story was written for someone in discord I am in. They asked for a deaf Bakugo to meet a deaf reader.

tw: mentions of self-hatred and wishing death

Katsuki had just about had it. Had it with his friends trying to comfort him and tell him things were going to be okay. They weren't. He was the number two hero and now he was nothing. A villain attack was all it took to knock him off the Hero League entirely.

It was almost ironic how it happened. An explosion went off near him. It wasn't a big one. He didn't sustain any life-threatening injuries. But he went deaf. The hero with an explosion quirk went deaf because of the explosion.

He hated it. He hated himself. He was useless. Being a hero was all there was to him. It was the only good thing about him. Without the hero's life he was nothing. No one had any use for him now. Death would be better than this.

His friends from his high school years visited him in the hospital. They learned sign language with him. Four months later, he and his friends could already fluently speak to each other. And then the hero league decided he would need to go to some therapy group to decide if he could still be a hero. He knew it was bullshit. There would be no way for him to go back.

His first day there was awful. Everyone there would tell him he was still a hero to them and that it would be okay. He wanted to blow those people to bits.

This other person though. They were very shy it seemed. They kept to themselves and only ever said anything every now and then. It intrigued Katsuki. One day, on his way out he handed her a note on his way out. In true Katsuki fashion he seemed almost angry when he did. When they opened the note all it said was 'You better text me' followed by a small string of numbers.

(Y/n) couldn't believe it. Pro hero Dynamite was at their therapy sessions. Because he went deaf. And now he had given them his number. It was almost eight at night and they sat there staring at that tiny slip of paper. Eventually, they finally decided to text the number. After sending a quick 'hello?' message they were soon met with a response asking who they were.

After stating who they were, (Y/n) and Bakugo began to have a decently long conversation. Right before they asked why he gave them his number, (Y/n) received a text that surprised them.

"would you maybe want to hang out sometime? outside the sessions we have i mean. we could grab dinner?"

"Is the great pro hero Dynamite asking me out on a date?"

After said date more flirting occurred. And a few months later you and Bakugo were inseparable. Even his hero friends have met you because of how close the two of you have gotten. Them knowing sign language helped immensely.

Bakugo kept his pro-hero status, but he was more of a celebrity hero than a crime hero now. It killed him at first that he would never see action again, but you helped him through it. When you sat there with him holding him through his anger episode rubbing his back and signing to him that he'd be okay. It was when you pulled back and signed "Your life is not measured by how strong your quirk is, but the lives you were able to touch." That was when he fell in love with you.

You were in love with him too. Neither of you admitted it until a hero meetup at the end of the year. You were his plus one. The two of you decided to go outside for some air and sat down on a bench. You looked amazing in the night. The way the light shown on you made you look almost ethereal to him. You looked at him and smiled but were quickly caught off guard when he kissed you. And of course, you kissed back.

When he pulled back, he signed 'I love you" which had your eyes filling up with happy tears as you signed it back to him. He kissed you again and you instantly had your arms wrapped around him. Fifteen minutes later you two had walked back into the room where old 1A classmates came and congratulated you guys. Which was confusing. You found out after that Mina had seen the two of you and sent out the picture of a kiss to a group chat that Bakugo was conveniently the only one not in.

[hellsfirekeepsyouwarm]

Don't Come To Me Pt. 3

Helloooo! Here i am with the next part. It's a little slower one, but i think it turned out good. I'm happy you guys wanted more, and i'm really into writing for him rn. I can't stop with the love triangle stuff, so bare with me. (i am in my Triple Frontier days guys, so i'm positive i'll have some content with the boys. :))

Billy Russo x F!Reader

Warnings: Billy being kinda selfish, Billy being kinda possessive but in a sexy way.

Summary: Billy decides what if wants, and he wants two things. You, and a victory over his best friend.

Taglist: @icarus-isflying @intothesoul

PART 2 PART 4

"You should have left her out of this, Frank." There is a heavy feeling on Billy's chest, his whole body shaking in anger. His choice of words are way more gentle than the ones in his head raging. "Why the fuck did you involved her?" He speaks again when the only thing on the other side is Frank's breathing.

"She's not involved in anything, Billy." Frank's answer just fuels Billy's fury, the grasp on his cool dissolving by the second. Billy grabs the edge of the couch, collecting himself, remembering you are sound asleep, drunk on a whole bottle of whiskey, only a couple feet away. He cannot lose control right now.

"Don't act like death doesn't follow you like a shadow everywhere you go." It's a painful blow, he knows that, but the fact Frank took a chance on her life, her safety by contacting her, is sending him over the edge. He knows how to get under Frank's skin, and he'll do it if he has to.

"You can drag me into your bullshit, but not her, you hear me? Not her Frank." But Billy needs to be on Frank's good side, he can't give him a reason to even look at him the wrong way. He needs to be careful, in order to keep every last of his secrets under wraps. Because he has innumerable of them.

"Don't act like you are a saint, brother. She's just as much in danger with you, you know that." Well shit he's right. Ish.

Billy's idea of a comeback is made out of various selected curse words that he needs to swallow quickly, before they roll out on his tongue. Damn it's hard, fucking hard when it's about her, her safety, mind body and soul, and his reputation and future is on the line. Frank is a threat he considered a buried skeleton, a ghost that lingered above his head while he tried to shut his tired eyes to rest.

"She's okay, Frank. She's safe, with me." He softens his voice, forcing the distracting details out of his brain. For now at least.

"I know." The admission is a slap on the face and a long desired validation. Coming from a man he looked up the most, and despised the most. Maybe this is how love works for Billy. Hate and love forging together until he cannot determine which is which.

Frank thinks he is doing a good job. He managed to keep you away from his work, from the deepest pits of military and government shit she only saw in movies. From Maria and the kids, having her back while she grieved, grieved the life's lost and grieved a best friend who wasn't the same man anymore. He made sure she was as far as she can be from Frank's mass killing spree, and the painful spotlight that came with it. The only thing he could never protect her from is himself. That's the fucking thing he just can't deal with. Can't accept it, but it surely would be easier. To just embrace it, and maybe that would lead him closer to her, let her love him like she wants to.

Frank said it. Loud and clear, and it made his heart break by the pride and pain he felt. Everything she needed protection from is caused and originated from him. Billy is the reason for most of it. His ego grew twice as much, but the hatred for himself swallowed like quicksand.

He takes a breath, not too loud for Frank to hear, he spells out a meeting spot for to meet, and ends the call. There is no need for doubt, Frank will be there. He needs to figure out how to make Frank disappear. For good this time.

He stands there for a long minute, calming his body, his nerves. His mind is telling him to flee, get it out of his system. The pent up anger and frustration he could never channel properly. That's why he chose this life, being a marine held him accountable, at least towards himself. The life taught him discipline he lacked, but it was only good for a while. When he was home, away from the killing and blood, and constant fight or flight mode, he lost the order, the routine that kept him in check.

You told him countless times when you first saw him in action, you saw a different person. You told him you could never thought he can have this type of regulation. That it was unlike him, and that would be true. His nature was wild and unhinged, no rules just his own when it came to living.

Surviving? That was a whole different level. He thrived because his brain clicked, shifted, his instinct kicking in like an ecstasy in his blood. It's way better than ecstasy.

It's cruising in his veins right now, standing in your living room, literally glowing from the adrenaline rush the brief exchange of words gave him with Castle. It's a weird but pleasant mixture how the high of danger, and the fear of what can happen is clashing together.

This feeling makes him want to go and have his way with Madani, because he knows she'll let him in, he knows they trick he can use on her. It's easy and taunting still, and he likes the edge. And he likes that it's nothing more. He could fuck this out of his mind.

He shakes his head in order to push out the idea. His hair falling around his face. He won't go to Madani.

He walks soundlessly to your door, letting the small light in with a bright straight line to your sleeping form. You are snoring softly, hair sticking to your forehead, sweating out all that extra alcohol your system can't swallow up.

The need of slipping out your flat is turning into a slipping into your bed need. Just curl up next to you, listening to the noises you make, the mumbles from your dreams, sheets twirling between your thighs as you straddle the cover he put on you. It's the perfect view, rare, unforgettable. He saw you in bikini, swimsuits even in your underwear, in more revealing clothes, sexier pieces, but the way your ass arched perfectly, your shirt rolled up enough to reveal the glowing skin on your back, little stretch marks covering your side as tiger stripes.

He steadies himself, shoulder leaning to the door frame as heat creeps up on his neck. Shit, this is getting ridiculous. He can have any woman, it's not arrogant to think, it's true. And he still blushes when it comes to you, when he had countless sex with gorgeous women, saw way more of a body, felt more than now. He just watching your bare legs hugging tightly onto the fabric, and he feels lost, out of breath. It's better if he stays, right? Making sure you are okay in the morning. Right?

But you only want it, because you have competition. The voice is so loud in the back of his head, he can't ignore it. He never had competition other than Frank, and he outed himself when he married Maria, and had his fairy-tale life with the big house and the perfect kids. Any other men was just a pathetic try, he usually wondered how could you not see the impotence in each of them. They were easy to get rid of. It took only a big wide toothy grin, a lazy hand around your shoulder, a snarky but honey coated comment, and they were out of the picture. Now that was in his nature. He was so good at intimidating with his charming acts that he never even needed to try, it just came as breath in the lungs. And the price was you. standing there lonely, not sure why no man can handle you. And he would be there to breath life into your smile, making it reach you eyes again. A win.

Shit.

He can't blindside the guilt, his own personal gain clothed in sheep skin. Because he likes the idea of winning you. Winning you from Frank Castle himself, dragging your attention from him, enveloping you in genuine but manipulated sweet words and praises. He likes it, he takes two at once. You, and his delicious victory.

A smile is spreading on his handsome features, watching you turn around with a huff, shielding your eyes still asleep, but aware of the bugging streak of light. His heart swells with care and love, and the guilt eating little chunks out of his soul.

He wants you, but he wants to win. That he cannot deny.

The bed is calling to him. Empty space made for him. Sheets and pillows untouched, smelling like your shampoo, the remains of your perfume and the unmistakable scent of your skin.

It would be wrong on so many levels to just slide under the sheets, and meet you halfway on the mattress, pulling you in his arms, pressing a soft peck of kiss on the crown of your head.

He always craved domesticity when he was with you. The simple things felt magical. Pushing the cart lazily in a heavily air conditioned grocery shop, having your arm brush against his in need of heat, while it's flaming hot outside. Stopping at the coffee shop near your apartment building, getting a chocolate bar you said you wouldn't get, ordering him to stop you if you take a sharp turn to the sweets isle. Pulling you towards the inside of the sidewalk, cars rushing past you with high speed making him nervous, talking about his work casually, you eyes curious, drinking every word, and remembering what he have told you days later.

In these moments he felt lovesick. Forgetting his ways, the all time bachelor. But the nights came crushing down on him as he stepped into the empty rooms of his apartment, cold and lifeless. Too much space left to fill in, space he's not enough to cover. And he wanders if it's possible, to have you in the kitchen when he gets home, a glass of wine dancing in your hands as you stir whatever you are making on the stove. To have you ask about his day while he untangles himself from the works clothes, snaking his arms around your torso, planting a kiss on your temple, inhaling the aromas of the food you are contracted on. You would giggle, saying his beard is tickling your neck, so he would do it again just to hear that sweet laugh.

Fuck, he's spiraling.

He goes around checking the door and windows, glancing at your phone in your purse, just a peace of mind that it's right where you left it, the last call deleted from existence. He turns off the lights, getting rid of his boots, sliding his t-shirt over his head, fidgeting with his belt that hold the dark jeans on his hips.

The cold sheets are a welcomed sensation against his flushed skin, the smell hitting his nose, just like he imagined. He carefully gets comfortable, fairly close to you, but not touching your resting body. He wants to, hell, he wants nothing more than scoop you up, caging you in the prison of his arms.

He sighs, letting his body ease into the bed, heaviness scratching his mind, sleep tugging his limbs. He would stare at the ceiling at home, alone. He would do that at least for 1-2 hours before his brain would stop working overtime.

He's satisfied. This is enough. For now.

He's just stopped moving, taking the position best for a good night sleep, but you stir as soon as he's settled. His eyes dart over you, you turn around, facing him, your hand colliding with his chest, you hum in response. He can't really see your face, but he can see your hand grabbing his abdomen, fingers digging into his skin to support your turn, pulling your body closer to his, nuzzling yourself closer.

He gently pulls you to his chest, knowing very well his arm will go numb in then minutes, but he has no care in this word. You settle almost on him, leg swung over his hips, legs tangled together, hot skin burning on hot skin.

He will win. He will have you, and he will win.

[astroyongie]

okay but I love park jeonseong so I thought why don't I ask you to do jay's sfw analysis, if you don't mind..... Idk if you're taking requests so 😅😅😅😅

But nonetheless, I LOVE YOUR ENERGY AND BLOG ❤️✨✨✨✨✨

A To Z Analysis : SFW

Jay

A = Affection

Not the best to show affection because it causes him shyness however he can be a very sweetheart when you guys are alone

B = Best friend

The protective and possessive type of best friend, that always wants to be around you, wants to go out with you and be part of your life in general

C = Cuddles

Cuddles can be possible during movie session or after a nice meal is done

D = Domestic

He does his best at cleaning, he isn't neat but he isn't that messy either. When he wants he can be very organized and helpful around the house

E = Ending

It would depend on the reason you guys break up, it could either end up in hatred or still be good friends but no in between

F = Fiance(e)

Commitment doesn't scares him and he prefers to be committed and straight on his steps than being secretive and take his time

G = Gentle

A tease in most days but he is also very gentle with his partner, with emotionally and physically. He is a very protective boyfriend

H = Hugs

Hugs where you wrap around your arms around his neck are his favorite type of hugs

I = I love you

He definitely won't say it first and it would take him a very long time to spill it, because anything concerning affection and love verbally is difficult for him

J = Jealousy

He can get pretty jealous and pretty pouty about the while thing, mostly if he feels threatened by the other person or if you are teasing or the other person is going through boundaries

K = Kisses

His kisses aren't very wet, they are strong, earthy, devouring even

L = Little ones

He likes children but he feels very nervous around them, because he doesn't know how to properly take care of it

M = Morning

Mornings are usually soft, around a big breakfast and some gentle conversion about the day

N = Night

The night is the time for big cuddles, for gentle touches and just overall pillow talk and care

O = Open -

Not very open about his emotions or his private life, even with people he loves because he is very reserved. He will eventually open up with time and if he feels truly supported

P = Patience

Not easy to anger, but he gets pouty easily, but he usually controls his patience well

Q = Quizzes

He does remember quite about you, like favorite foods and nots, favorite colors and movies, little habits. Tends to forget details though

R = Remember

His favorite moment is when he realized he truly fell in love for you

S = Security

Extremely protective, he wants to safe you from all the pain and the hurt that the world has to offer. He can take people hurting him but not people hurting who he loves

T = Try

He puts a lot of effort to even try to bake you a cake or get you the gifts that you most want. He does a lot

U = Ugly

Has the habit to become mute when things aren't okay, he is unable to talk when he is sad or depressed he just Keeps it to him and expects people not to ask about it

V = Vanity

Doesn't care that much but at the same does. Like he likes to pamper himself and be handsome but in another hand he is lazy

W = Whole

He would feel like a part of him abandoned his Body when you are away

X = Xtra

If he really loves you he will be talking about future with you in a subtle way

Y = Yuck

He doesn't like when his partner is being irresponsible, impulsive and maniac over his wrongdoings

Z = Zzz

He sleeps on his belly most of the night, snores lightly with an open mouth

[amxranthiine]

imagine being the ex-friend of the slytherin crew. [she/her] (no voldy bc ew)

had this thought at 3am last night while fangirling with my friend last night. sorry for any errors <3

angst, mentions of parents disowning child, blood prejudice, mention of childhood/forbidden crush

- [ ] you had known draco, blaise, theo, pansy, astoria and daphne since you were very young.

- [ ] since you all were two to be exact. your parents were close and your birthdays weren't too far apart, so it was only natural that you all became a crew growing up, anxiously waiting for your eleventh birthdays.

- [ ] you all were inseparable. you learned to fly together, talk together, walk together... hell, you had all learned you were wizards together.

- [ ] you were always closer to blaise than the rest of the crew. you were younger than him, though not by much, and he seemed protective over you. as inseparable the rest of you were, blaise couldn't go anywhere without you, and the same goes for you to him.

- [ ] how ecstatic you were when you all got your hogwarts letters! you were going to be in the same year and hopefully, probably, the same house!

- [ ] it was expected of you all to be in slytherin, all coming from very long lines of prestigious pureblood serpents.

- [ ] the other six were more than confident that they would all be in slytherin together. you? not so much.

- [ ] you were very nervous, to say the least. you didn't portray the slytherin traits as much as the others.

- [ ] and when pansy or blaise would try to reassure you that it would be fine, you couldn't help but wonder if they were trying to convince you or themselves.

- [ ] and because you didn't portray the serpent traits, that made them all extremely protective of you. blaise especially, draco and theo coming close in second, and the girls just wanted to make sure you were okay.

- [ ] but the moment the sorting hat yelled out a name that wasn't slytherin, everything stopped.

- [ ] your friendships with your lifelong friends, your crush on blaise (okay, that didn't go away), everything you grew up with just... disappeared.

- [ ] your now ex-friends wanted nothing to do with you, even your parents didn't want to speak to you. your housemates were cruel, jesting about how you were a stain on their house, and a snake deep down.

- [ ] it was safe to say you had no one.

- [ ] the crew started being mean to you somewhere around christmas of first year. before then, they had just ignored you. just like everyone else.

- [ ] after christmas though... they seemed to have a new hatred for you.

- [ ] especially blaise, which hurt the most. you swore you were seeing things when you thought you saw sadness somewhere in his eyes whenever he was rude to you.

- [ ] you were alone for the remainder of first year, and for the first two months of second.

- [ ] that's when you met luna, neville and ginny. you guys were thick as thieves, and for the first time for two years, you were actually happy.

- [ ] of course, your childhood friends were still mean to you, nothing had really changed on that part. but you were... happier, and that hurt them. because you happier without them, and that wasn't how it was supposed to be.

- [ ] they supposed they should be glad that you were doing better. last year, they were going mad out of worry for you. apparently you had stayed at hogwarts for christmas out of request from your parents, and it was christmas day when the adults told the rest of them to stop associating with you.

- [ ] it remained fairly passive over the next few years, you remained close with luna, neville and ginny, and had even befriended the golden trio and the twins!

- [ ] the serpent squad didn't like that too much, but they supposed your current friends were better than no friends, and as long as you were happy, they were happy

- [ ] but they still continue their kind-of bullying. they weren't as cruel to you as they were to others, but words still hurt and boy do they have a snake's tongue on them.

- [ ] blaise could hardly stand being away from you but his mother had made him swear that he would not associate with you, the blood traitor.

- [ ] all he wanted to do was hold you, but he rather bullied you instead.

- [ ] it was the beginning of sixth year when draco and pansy had gone too far. the other four were just watching blankly, trying not to let their discomfort show as the two reprimanded you, mocked you, and insulted you in the middle of the great hall. calling you a blood traitor, a stain of your family name and house name, and even going as far as saying "no wonder your parents don't want you, just look at you!" while the all the slytherins around them laughed. or at least, pretended to.

- [ ] you had looked at them for a long time, teary eyed and red faced, just trying to understand what you did to deserve this. until you nodded your head, said "okay," and walked out of the great hall.

- [ ] they heard your friends call your name, your closest ones even running after you.

- [ ] theo and blaise looked like they were about to beat draco to death, astoria and daphne were just disappointed in pansy, they knew how much she missed you, and yet she ruined any chance of you forgiving them.

- [ ] blaise eventually decided against killing the blonde and ran after you, the rest following suit after a moment.

- [ ] it didn't take them long to find you, sobbing against a wall with your head in your hands, ginny, nev and luna all crowded around you. rubbing your back and whispering reassurances in your ear.

- [ ] "i don't know what i did to deserve that," you cried, sniffling as you wiped your nose on your sleeve and looked and ginny.

- [ ] "oh love, you didn't do anything," the ginger said, wrapping her arms around you.

- [ ] "don't listen to them, y/n! they're just prats!" assured nev, leaning against the wall awkwardly, with one hand on your back.

- [ ] luna played with your hair, "yeah, y/n, they don't deserve your love and kindness."

- [ ] "thank you guys. i mean it. without you three i don't know where i would be." you laughed, but no part of it was humorous.

- [ ] draco, being the blonde he was, decided it was a good time to intervene, "hopefully alive, haha."

- [ ] the six of them had come out from around the corner, feeling ashamed and wanting to hit themselves for making you cry.

- [ ] "what do you lot wanf? haven't you done enough?" asked ginny, placing herself in front of you.

- [ ] "yes but.."

- [ ] "no, you don't get to talk. now piss off before you do even more damage."

- [ ] "we just want to apologize," said blaise.

- [ ] you scoffed, "a bit late for that."

- [ ] pansy looked down, "we're really sorry, y/n, for what just happened and for everything the past six years. you know how our families are and they told us to stop talking to you... so we did."

- [ ] all feelings of sadness were gone now, pansy's words has ignited a flame within you, one you've been holding in for years.

- [ ] "stop talking to me? so that gave you permission to be bloody awful to me? merlin's beard, you six were worse than umbridge on her bad days! you could have just... i don't know, explained what happened in first year? and apologized for abandoning me? and maybe we could still be friends! but no, you lot ruined any chance of that ever happening again. so thank you for that." you paused to take a breath. your audience was wide eyed and shocked, not quite believing you had such anger in you... but oh man, you weren't done yet.

- [ ] "and let me just say, blaise, your insults hurt the most. merlin, i thought the world of you. i thought you were my everything. but that all just went away the moment you thought not associating with me, meant making my life a living hell."

- [ ] you were, once again, crying. you took a deep breath and sadness took over you once again, you mumbled an "excuse me" and took off down the corrider.

- [ ] the serpent squad was stunned. they hadn't realised what they did effected you that much. blaise was upset with himself, disappointed, even. he felt the same about you, even if you both were too young for it to be love, and now he knew he never get it pack.

- [ ] theo cleared his throat and tried looking anywhere but at the trio in front of them, who were looking at the six with anger and disappointment.

- [ ] "you guys couldn't even begin to understand what she's been through," neville said after moments of awkward silence. "not long after the sorting ceremory, her parents sent her a letter, practically disowning her. before that, you guys abandoned her. she was alone for nearly a year and a half before we met her. and by merlin she was a wreck."

- [ ] ginny and luna chuckled, not out of humor, but out of irony. this situation was similar to the situation you were in when you met them.

- [ ] neville ignored them, and the curious stares the six were giving him, and continued, this time fueled by anger.

- [ ] "we were the ones who picked up the pieces. we were the ones who made sure she didn't die after losing everything she had ever known. we were the ones who made her smile again, happy again. we picked up the pieces because you weren't there, and you were exactly what had caused it in the first place." neville spit out the last sentence as if it were venom, hoping to hurt them as much as they hurt you.

- [ ] they were all on the verge of tears, daphne and astoria were holding each other and looked to be in the most pain, because they missed you the most.

- [ ] "i hope you lot are happy with yourselves, you're about five years to late to the pity party."

[yuujism]

a curse like you (ryōmen sukuna x reader)

REQUEST:  Hello! I really love ur sukuna fics and i was wondering if i can request a yuuji/sukuna x fem reader where mc is a curse that sukuna knew from many years ago?? Can be fluff, smut or angst. Up to you 😁 thank you so much!! 🤗

| PAIRINGS:  ryomen sukuna x fem!reader

| WARNINGS: little suggestive but nothing bad, grammar errors

| WORD COUNT: 1,653

A/N: i focused this more on sukuna idk  if that’s ok with you !! if not you can send me a message or reqeust and tell me what did you expect so i can change it if i can😭!! anyway i like yearning and ex lovers to lovers prompts so uhh yea 😳 might even write this better with yuuji being more involved and more things happening lmfaosh !! i hope you enjoy!!  ʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ

Sukuna was bored out of his mind.

These situations were becoming more recurrent now that the brat that called himself his vessel started becoming stronger and getting the hang of the use of cursed energy.

He could hear everything that happened during the fight: the swearing, the sound of flesh splitting open, blood splashing and some motivational speech every now and then.

This was all a routine for the King of Curses now.

When he felt the light in his flesh for the first time in thousands of years, he swore he would never feel something like that again. It wasn’t anything that deemed itself meaningful, but after centuries of not having contact with anything at all, that moment felt like pure ectasis. He didn’t really count with having to spend most of the time inside of a brat after that.

It was all boring now. Boring, boring, boring. 

“Sorcerers come pretty green now, don’t they?” 

Oh? 

He lifted his head way too quickly, almost giving himself whiplash even if it was impossible. 

That voice. Sukuna knew that voice well. Very well if he said so himself. 

This was the voice that would call him a King in a mocking tone, as if it was calling him the King of idiots instead of the King of Curses. The same voice that refused to let out the sound of his name, too proud and stuck up but whenever they were alone, feeling each other, it would slip out every now and then. A voice that would let out the sweetest pleads and moans whenever he would let his hands travel around that body. And it became the last thing he heard before he was cut into pieces and retained by sorcerers for decades, sinking into the darkness. 

And now, the owner of the voice, who he thought was dead, was standing there, in front of his vessel, with the biggest smirk on her face.

Y/N. The proclaimed queen of curses.

And Sukuna’s... ex.

Sukuna felt Itadori freeze in place, looking directly at you with fear filling his body. The curse couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. Even after thousands of years, your power was way too intimidating and immaculate Sorcerers of the old age would even avoid saying Y/N’s name in fear of summoning her, knowing damn well she wouldn’t hesitate to kill them for making bad use of her title. 

They could feel it. They knew you weren’t just a cursed spirit. You could talk and appeared out of nowhere without even making your presence known. You were probably at the same level as Sukuna. Or Sukuna was at the same level as you.

He really thought you were killed after he was captured, only remembering your revengeful words towards the sorcerers who killed your lover. After that, and for obvious reasons, he never heard of you. Not even in this new era where sorcerers spawned one after the other, never mentioning your name or any hint that lead to your survival. So to see you in front of him, safe and sound and impactful as ever, Sukuna felt relief.

Y/N’s eyes landed on Yuji’s restless ones, as if she was staring at his soul. Which, basically, she did. Her gaze passed all the way through his barrier and soul, finally reaching what she was looking for: Sukuna’s own soul and eyes.

“Damn, King, is that you?” in a blink of an eye, you were right before Itadori’s face, too quick for him to even react and even too scared. “Shit, you’re pretty fucked now, huh? All trapped inside a bag of human flesh.”

Before the girl with the hammer could strike your body after snapping out of her trance, you limited yourself to press a finger in the sorcerer’s forehead, smiling almost sweetly before sending her body flying back with extreme force against the furthest wall of the space, knocking her out. 

“K-Kugisa- Hngh!” Itadori’s words were interrupted by a hand wrapping around his neck, slightly lifting him from the ground as he struggled to move, too weak from the constant fighting with all the cursed spirits that came in a flood. 

“Now, now,” Your voice was too calm, almost tired, getting closer to Yuuji’s face “Why don’t you switch with the oh-so-mighty King of curses? Too scared to come out, huh, King?” 

Your tone ticked Sukuna in more than one way. You were still the same annoying bitch as before. 

If you wanna live you better switch with me, you damn brat.

“Like hell I would switch with you! You’re gonna kill us!”

“Oh, so you can talk with him within yourself?” You let out an amused snort, your grip getting tighter. “Ridiculous!”

Foolish human, she will kill you. Switch with me.

Even if his vessel dying didn’t mean anything to Sukuna, he knew he would never get the chance to meet you again, probably for another thousand years, and these sorcerers were too invested in vanishing him from the face of the earth. 

When Yuuji was about pass out, eyes half closing and his windpipe being pressed roughly, you noticed the way his skin started developing black marks in his face and along his body. You smiled widely when the small scars under the sorcerer’s eyes opened to reveal a red colour looking straight at you, the whole features of this guy in front of you changing to reveal what you were looking forward too.

Sukuna’s hand wrapped around your wrist, claws digging into your flesh as you both stared at each other with a mix of emotions: hatred, anger, amusement. And something more.

“Move.”

You dropped him, backing up a bit as he fixed the hoodie his vessel was wearing, glaring at the queen of curses. You didn’t change at all. If Sukuna had to be honest, you were as hot tempered and attractive as before. He could perfectly remember the way your body reacted whenever he touched the spots that drove you crazy A sly smirk appeared on his face as he noticed the same movement of fingers when you were restless, and he knew it was because of him.

“Nervous, Y/N?” Sukuna chuckled, walking to you to circle around your frame, looking up and down your body. “You know I don’t bite, baby. Unless you ask me to, that is.”

You turned around to look at him behind you, incredulous.

“Hah?” Your head fell back, letting out a louder than usual laugh. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, King. I’m just worried I’ll easily step on you while you’re in this vessel of yours.” Your hand started glowing with your cursed energy, raising an eyebrow at the way his indifferent expression didn’t flinch. “And even more now since you get dominated so easily.”

Once again, something in Sukuna ticked. If there was something he hated more than being looked down upon, it’d be the fact of not being in control of any situation. He never once admitted it, but your comments really got to him. He wanted to be praised and adored by you, queen who would never adore anyone but herself. This just made him even more infatuated by you. Perhaps even after all this time, he could make you say his name in a broken voice.

“You see, you shouldn’t be talking to me like that.” Your smile went away when a hand reached one of your cheeks, caressing it with such care you almost gagged. However, you couldn’t help the way your heart started beating faster. “Or do you think I don’t remember the way I made you submit to me?”

This time, it was you who twitched with anger. Sukuna’s hand grabbed your chin, his eyes falling on those delicious lips that committed the most sinful of acts and spat out the dirtiest of words. He was getting excited already, the fire within him starting to awaken after a long time.

When his face started getting closer to yours, you spat on him, the liquid landing on his cheek and laughing at his dumbfounded reaction after such action.

“A half-assed curse like you shouldn’t be talking to ME like that.” You snarled back, your arm swinging to attack the man in front of you. You almost chanted victory when your fist perfectly landed on the side of his face, making his head to turn to the side.

But when Sukuna turned to look back at you still with your fist against him, you gulped. There was no reaction, no injury that showed he was at least a little faced by the sudden attack.

This was it.

“Well, fuck.” You almost laughed again, expecting the worst to come when his eyes flashed with something dark, grabbing you by both sides of your head. All that time surviving for nothing. Keeping yourself hidden from every single sorcerer that walked the earth and now you were going to get killed by your ex-lover.

But instead of receiving the coup de grâce, Sukuna’s lips smashed against yours in a hungry manner, groaning against your mouth as your hands flew to scratch his arms in surprise, eyes open wide before the movement of his lips and strong hand in the back of your neck made you close them, not being able to fight back your own desires.

Sukuna missed this. Honestly, he missed any kind of physical touch but the fact it was with you again, made him realise it would always be you.

He was as calm as the silence surrounding you now, only the sounds of your heavy breathing filling your flushed ears. You were burning up, face red and glassy eyes. Sukuna smiled before slightly pulling your hair, head slightly falling back and taking advantage of this to place the softest of kisses in your neck. You let out a rather pathetic moan and he deeply chuckled.

“And a curse like you should know who is in charge here.”

[gnocchighoul]

the demons brothers + a touch starved mc

Lucifer

If you’re going to Lucifer because you’re touch starved, then you’re definitely going to be close to him already -- he doesn’t let just anyone touch him.

.......He’s also touch starved but won’t admit it, so one of you is gonna just have to bite the bullet and make a move.

(It’s gonna have to be you)

You’re going to have to go about this carefully--make a really good plan and then execute it flawlessly.

Literally just throw yourself at him. 

He’ll catch you. 

Probably.

Nothing says ‘give me affection’ quite like yeeting yourself off the staircase at him, and he definitely understands what you want when you latch on tight to him like a weird little barnacle that he cant peel off no matter how hard he tries dfghjkkgf

He’s really warm and he smells Really nice and he hugs you so tight, like it’s the last chance he’ll ever get, so he’s honestly one of the best snuggle buddies. 

He’s gonna act all fussy about your love-attack at first--just play with his hair and smother him with lots of kisses and he won’t be able to resist snuggling u. Or banging u, but that’s your choice

Y’know, because “demons can’t resist temptation” and all that jazz. 

(tbh he just likes likes you alot)

Mammon

...Why are you staring at him like you wanna eat him?

Seriously, knock it off, you’re freaking him out!

Wait, why are you coming closer…? Get Back you Fiend don’t you DARE wrap your arms around him and nuzzle your face into his chest like that what the FU--

...Oh.

Huh. This is kinda nice.

(Just hug him. If you want his affection, just wrestle him into a bear hug and don’t. let. go.)

At first, Mammon doesn’t really understand affection that isn’t along the lines of a friendly/loving punch. He’s not used to kindness. It’s a fucking tragedy. 

He doesn’t know how to ask for love because I don’t think he even realizes thats an option, tbh. 

He’s kind of like an unsocialized puppy--will definitely put up a fight until he realizes that, hey, being snuggled is nice.

Luckily for Mams, you are touch starved and determined to show his stupidass what affection is supposed to be like. 

He’s going to get so blushy. Sooo blushy. He totally pretends to not like it at first, but inside he’s over the fucking moon happy.

It takes him a while, but eventually, he realizes that he can ask you for snuggles too. At first he’s all “C’mere human, I bet you’re just itchin’ for me to hug ya, so let me make all your dreams come true!”

(It’s a defense mechanism.)

But over time, he eventually seeks you out and just flops on top of ya, and doesn’t feel the need to make a big show about it.

He feels safe with you, and that’s priceless.

Levi

Is incredibly confused about why you’re seeking out him for affection.

When you ask him if you can give him a hug, he expects you to just like... Wrap one arm around his shoulders for .2 seconds. 

Which doesn’t sound too bad, so he says “Um, sure, I guess? I dunno why you’d want to though” 

So when you climb into his lap and wrap your arms around him like a koala bear, his brain straight up blue-screens. 

Seriously, he forgets how to breathe. Don’t squeeze him too hard or he might never restart.

You smooch him on his cheek and his soul promptly leaves his body and is ejected into the atmosphere at mach 5.

This is literally better than Heaven. And he would know, he used to live there.

He totally freezes up and makes a wheezy sound that’s somewhere along the scale of “Dying Animal” and “Exploding Sink”

Needless to say, you create a snuggle monster.

I promise you that you’re never going to be touch starved again, because once you’ve given Levi a taste, he can’t get enough. 

He constantly needs to be touching you. Holding your hand or the fabric of your shirt, leaning against you, sitting with you in his lap while he plays video games--it literally doesn’t matter, he just needs that contact with you or he might literally die. 

He’s very enthusiastic about it dfghkfd

Satan

Look… Satan is very smart. 

But he’s also incredibly dense at times. 

You have to be blunt with him, or else he’s just not going to know what you want.

(Feelings that aren’t all consuming anger and hatred are still a bit new to him--he’s learning as he goes)

Just walk up to him and tell him that you need him to snuggle you right now, dammit. Lay your soul bare to him. 

He really does love that you trust him. It makes him feel all weird and fuzzy inside.

And how can he possibly say no when you set his heart alight?

That said, he is a bit of an over-thinker. 

Worries about crossing boundaries or making you uncomfortable and a million other things--give him lots of reassurance pls

He isn’t opposed at all to cuddle sessions, especially if he’s able to read at the same time. 

It definitely becomes a normal thing to cocoon yourselves up in a really fluffy blanket to read together.

Satan is honestly one of the best to snuggle with because he’s very chill about it. You want this and he wants this, so he doesn’t see a point in playing games.

So yeah, he’s chill! But he’ll also threaten the life of anybody who interrupts you guys 

Asmo

Please, he knows that you’re touch starved before you even do.

Until you’re upfront about it, he’s going to tease you by like, patting your head, playing footsie with you, giving you only the briefest of hugs--just slowly giving you a taste of his affection until you finally cave and demand that he snuggles you properly. 

(Is that a euphemism? It could be lol)

As soon as you ask he’s gonna push you down onto the nearest couch/bed/whatever and just flop on top of you. 

Honestly, Asmo wants You to be the one holding Him. He wants to use your chest as a pillow, and doesn’t he just look so cute all snuggled up to you like this? He totally does, you should take a pic of him!

Cuddle sessions are absolutely going to become a regular thing, and he makes them into a big event each time. My mans Asmo is gonna bust out the candles and the softest blankets and the fluffiest pillows.

If the opportunity strikes, he’s definitely gonna try to bang you.

If not, expect to do face-masks together. Maybe manicures. But definitely the face-masks, at least.

He’s gonna spin this into a fuckfest or a self care session--it really just depends on what you prefer sdghjk

Once you’re in his arms, he will tickle you. rip

Beel

He is the BEST hugger in the whole entire world.

When you approach him and ask for cuddles he will pull you into a hug without hesitation.

I do not care how tall you are, Beel is taller. He will engulf you in a hug and rest his chin on your head and sway you back and forth 

You want a piggyback ride? Hop on. 

Just wanna watch tv and snuggle? Great idea! :D but maybe don’t watch cooking shows or he’s gonna drool on you dfghj

(lowkey I think he would really enjoy watching human movies with you. He found Mamma Mia to be absolutely enchanting)

Want him to lay on top of you and crush you until all of your woes have been squeezed away? He will absolutely oblige you

Congratulations on your newly acquired teddy bear! Please don’t forget to feed him.

Literally just sit on his lap or wrap your arms around him whenever you want, he’s always down for a good snuggle. 

He’s by far the nicest about it too, he won’t tease you about it and he will never hold back from telling you exactly how much he loves holding you in his arms

Definitely loves to be the big spoon but has no problems with being the little spoon either. 

He’s just so fuckimg SWEET

Belphie

Oh, you're touch starved? Perfect. He's been in the market for a good snuggle buddy.

You silly human, why didn’t you come to him sooner?

Don’t listen to what Asmo says, snuggles are Belphie’s domain.

Once it’s established that you two are going to be snuggle buddies, he will literally just abduct you for snuggle time. 

He doesn’t care what you’re doing, he’s going to throw you over his shoulder like a sack of flour and haul you off to his blanket nest whenever he wants.

He just wants you all to himself. 

Will share your snuggle time with Beel tho.

After abducting you, he's just gonna toss you onto his bed and fall on top of you. He's really warm and he really just wants to lay on you. Partially so that you cant escape once he falls asleep lmaoo

He's happy to just talk to you about whatever you want while you guys get your snuggle on, but be warned: he's eventually going to fall asleep. 

Probably mid sentence. 

He won’t wake up when you poke at his cheeks or shake him, either. So uh. I hope you’re in the mood for a nap too!

Get matching sloth onesies with him. He’ll tell you it’s stupid but he’s actually thrilled with them. (Make sure you also get Beel a bear one though)

((part two with the undateables + Luke))

[thewritetofreespeech]

Oooooo could I get the Brothers and the Undatables.... turned datable....reaction to MC crying after being stood up by a guy?

Obey me Boys + Dealing with an MC who has been stood up HCs

Lucifer

Knew you were going out, since you had to ask for permission to leave, and was surprised you were back so early.

He was confused when he found you crying and tries to get you to explain. Expecting the worst.

It’s not as bad as he imagined, thinking you’ve been physically hurt, but still not great. 

He also can’t stand such poor manners

Offers to have the man eviscerated for you. Which you laugh at thinking it’s a joke, but it’s really not

Goes to find this mystery man, once you’ve gone to bed, and have a stern conversation with him about manners....

Mammon

Against you going out in the first place. Why do you need to see some other guy?!?! You have the Great Mammon!

Goes to your room to see what was so great about this guy, only to find you crying when you tell him he stood you up

Livid. There are no other words for it.

First you ditch him to spend the afternoon with this jerk. Then his creep has the nerve to stand you up! Has he never met you!?

Threatens to go find him, but when you tell him no he sits back down.

Ponders on calling in some favors though. Being a gambling scumbag in his off time, does have a few less than scrupulous people who owe him some favors. They’d break his legs just for fun.

Levi

Being the Avatar of Envy, his base level when it comes to things is to be jealous of others. Especially when it comes to you.

Of course, he understands why you’d want to go out with a supposedly attractive normie, rather than stay in his otaku hidey hole with him. But it still stings. 

When you come back, all red faced and crying, he’s upset for you, but doesn’t know what to do.

Should he go defend your honor? Is hugging appropriate? Should have give you a special high five?

Let’s you come into the safe space of his otaku hidey hole and cry it out and lets you watch all the soft anime, or play as many hack & slash video games, you want until you feel better. 

Secretly happy that that guy stood you up so he can be your knight in shining armor, but feels bad about feeling good about it.

Satan

Notices something is wrong when you get back, but doesn’t say anything

He waits until you’re in private to ask. Not want to make a scene like his idiot older bothers.

When you tell him, near on the verge of tears, he gets so angry

Anger is something he is very used to, being the Avatar of Wrath. But this is the first time it’s been so focused and so venomous of a deep hatred. A rage he could do something with.

Tries to keep it under control and to himself, when you beg him not to do anything rash, but finds it hard.

Goes to some secret place to let his anger & magic out secretly and safety. Only for the fact that he doesn’t want to hurt you with it.

Asmo

Initially excited for you. He has dates all the time, but knows your each others favorites :3

When you come home so early, Asmo is confused what happened. Then even more confused that you’ve been stood up. He’s not familiar with the concept.

After you tell him what happened he’s shocked! Who could possibly stand you up?! His beautiful [Y/N]!

Would hug and console you, and tell you that he’s an idiot and ugly, and that there are plenty more fish in the sea.

Decides that that’s no reason to waste a good outfit, and takes you out clubbing to dance your sorrows away.

Find 100 other boys to tell you your pretty and make you feel good about yourself, because that jerk is not important

Beel

Disappointed you’re going out with someone else. But, he’s never said anything to you so he can’t be that mad.

Runs into you in the kitchens, since you’ve snuck in the back so no one can see you, he’s surprised to find you and more surprised to see you crying

After you tell him you’ve been stood up, he’s furious. It take a lot to get Beel mad. But anything happening to you is probably the #1 way to get him there.

Wants to beat the hell out of that guy. Those muscles aren’t just for show.

Reframes, and uses those big strong arms to wrap you in a hug instead

Tell you not to worry about it. That that guy is dumber than he is to stand you up, and makes you a sundae to help you feel better.

Belphie

Had been giving you the silent treatment since he found out you were going out with someone else. He’s upset about it, but won’t be juvenile enough to tell you that. This is way more mature.

Goes downstairs in the middle of the night, after waking up from his 10th and latest nap of the day, and hears you crying.

You tell him what happened, that were stood up, and Belphie tells you ‘I told you so’.

He hugs you, and takes this opportunity to remind you that no one will love you like he will. So you should just stay here always.

It does feel nice to be appreciated.

He tucks you into bed to get some sleep and you never hear from that guy again. Belphie says he won’t bother you again, but there’s something about the way he said it that was more ominous than reassuring.

Solomon

He had no opinion when you told him. You’re not his, damnit all, so he can’t say anything about it.

It’s not until after that he gives you a piece of his mind. Hindsight is 20/20 so he tells you all the things he doesn’t like about the guy in one fall swoop.

Solomon does feel bad that you’ve been hurt though. It’s a terrible feeling to be neglected or abandoned.

Offers to hex the holy hell out of the guy for you

He won’t have a moments rest without stinging pain. Or break out in boils. His house will catch fire or fall on top of him like in the Wizard of Oz.

You tell him know, but the thought is appreciated. He instead uses his magic for good in creating a soothing potion to heal your damaged ego. Still up for the house thing though.

Simeon

Would hate to admit it, but he’s jealous you’re going out with someone else. It’s a terrible feeling for an angel to feel.

He’s surprised, more than anything, when you show up to Purgatory Hall in tears. Then sympathetic when you tell him what happened.

He’d see you into his sitting room and make you some Celestial Tea

Simeon would try to comfort you as much as he could, assuring you that it’s not all that bad and that you’re better off without someone like that.

He knows they are just words. They can’t heal you instantly. But he does hope they help a little.

He makes a point to check in on you every day after, either in person at classes or via text, until you’re back to normal.

Diavolo

He has no right to be jealous of you being escorted to a party at the castle by someone else. Being the Prince of the Devildom, he certainly couldn’t do it and he doesn’t want you to be alone as a secondary.

When he realizes later that you’re not at the party, and goes to find you crying in the hallway, he’s saddened to hear you’ve been stood up.

What a horrible thing to do. And so publicly like this to his favorite transfer student!

Rules be damned. He’s your escort for this evening now.

He doesn’t know who your date was supposed to be, but hopes that they are there to see you be the belle of the ball on the arm of royalty.

You’re his sweet princess. You deserve nothing less.

Barbatos

Heard you were going on on a date, but says nothing of it. As a butler, it’s not his place.

Also as a butler, he always seems to be around when you need him. Appearing, as if mentally summoned, when you arrive in tears.

He offers you a handkerchief and quickly ferries you to bed so no one else sees you. So you’re not embarrassed.

He makes you so tea, with your favorite biscuits, and waits for you to tell him what happened.

Of course he’s irritated that someone would behave so poorly. But there’s little he could do. Well, there’s a lot he could do but his Lord would not approve of maiming others.

Provides the perfect, appropriate shoulder to cry on and asks you for a ‘make up date’ to accompany him to town tomorrow for errands and coffee. He won’t stand you up.

[saurexhas]

Love is Blind - Part 1

So I’ve been hanging out with @studionovella​ and the team for @nightmare-castle​, and the sheer talent in their discord server is so amazing. It led me to be inspired, and while I’m typically more of a Sanscest writer, I figured that it’d be fun to try something new considering the source of my inspiration! So have some Nightmare x MC (Nightmare x Reader).

Be warned, this story handles blindness and... probably some other sensitive topics considering it’s me. So just watch the tags for any relevant triggers!

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You didn’t think that it was possible, but somehow you had fallen for Nightmare. On the surface he was cold, cruel, and calculating, using everyone he could to advance his goals. But if you could tolerate the coldness, get past his clinical treatment of those he believed were beneath him, then there was so much more to him. Nightmare was a scholar, a brilliant mind with a vision for a world all his own. He appreciated the arts, often enjoying his downtime with a good book and a calming cup of tea. And believe it or not, there was a small part of him that genuinely cared for the skeletons under his charge. You’ve seen that side of him more than most, managing to open even his eye to what was hidden beneath the centuries of anger and hatred.

Even if negativity was still a large part of who he was, you found yourself able to accept that darkness, because it only made the small lights within him shine brighter. Just like the stars the two of you were gazing at. Though as your gaze shifted to the skeleton currently dominating your thoughts, you found that piercing cyan eye of his locked onto you instead of the sky. If there was ever any doubt in your mind that your feelings were reciprocated, one look at his gaze would sweep it all away. There was a tenderness to him, reserved only for you as he would say. It was only in these moments where the two of you were alone that he would let his imposing demeanor slide.

Getting moments to yourselves was easier said than done though. Despite the sheer size of the castle, the others always seemed to be around. They knew how Nightmare favoured you, how he treated you special and wasn’t as harsh. You were pretty sure that they’d managed to piece everything together on their own, even if none of them ever said anything for fear of angering their king. That said, some of them, namely Killer, seemed to delight in getting in the way of your fleeting moments alone. And there was always no shortage of work to be done, not when your partner was as ambitious as he was. Nightmare aimed to create an empire, and you were doing what you could to further his goals. Even if all that work and Killer’s interference left you and Nightmare fleeing to other worlds in order to have some semblance of a relationship.

Outertale was a favourite destination of yours, the beauty of the cosmos always taking your breath away. It always seemed so far removed from the chaos of the multiverse, or the chaos of the castle.The peace and quiet out here made it perfect for when both you and your partner just needed a break. You could stand out here for hours, watching the subtle shifts in the sky or mapping constellations.

But for now, you were seemingly locked in a staring contest with the lord of darkness, neither willing to look away or break the silence that had fallen. Unsure of what to do, you simply reached out with your finger and booped the tip of his nose. The look of utter surprise on his face left you giggling, only for his own rich laughter to mingle with yours.

“You dare to lay a hand on the God of Negativity, hmm?” He teased, pulling you close with his tentacles before wrapping his arms around your waist. “You are either very brave or very foolish… maybe a bit of both. How shall I deal with your crime, my little moon?”

You couldn’t help but swoon a bit at the pet name he called you, grinning up at him like a fool as you took advantage of the close proximity to snuggle close. “I could swear my love to you, would that appease the great Nightmare?”

“Perhaps,” he chuckled, the distance closing between the two of you even further as he ducked his head down to be level with your own. Nightmare opened his mouth, perhaps to say something else or to move in for the kiss you were anticipating. Before either option could happen though, the dark skeleton froze for a split second. There wasn’t even time to ask what was wrong before you found yourself hefted into his arms, the two of you dodging a volley of bright blue arrows that had speared where you’d been moments ago.

Your heart hammered in your throat, adrenaline pumping through your veins as you tried to get a grip on what was happening. Nightmare still had you cradled to his chest, dodging arrows and… was that paint? Following the paint’s trajectory, you could see your partner’s enemies had managed to crash your little date.

The Star Sanses stood on the other end of the floating chunk of rock you were on, the portal they’d used to arrive closing behind them. Blue was just coming through the portal, his gaster blaster hammer in his grip. Dream had another arrow ready to fire, though he hesitated upon seeing you staring back at him. Ink on the other hand wasted no time in splattering more of his paints everywhere, a tentacle raising to block you from the oncoming attack. The paint hissed and fizzled on contact, a growl leaving Nightmare as he jumped to another nearby rock to escape the barrage.

“Night, are you okay?!” You look up to see him trying to hide his pain, showing you that those paints are far more than something to be smeared on a piece of paper. While you’d heard stories from the others about the chaotic creator, you’d never met him in person or seen him fight. Seeing that paint flying towards you was way scarier than the guys’ stories had led you to believe.

“I’ll be fine,” Nightmare insisted as he set you down, even if you knew that attack hurt. “Look, you need to remain here where you’ll be safe. I don’t care what kind of training you’ve been partaking in with the others; I refuse to let you endanger yourself by fighting them. Ink especially is dangerous, keep away from him at all costs. If you cannot dodge his attacks, make sure to shield your face. His paint can burn like acid if he wishes, and while liquid negativity protects my body, you have no such defenses. Give me your word that you will remain safe while I deal with these pests.”

As much as you wanted to argue that you could help, even you couldn’t muster the confidence to speak against him with such a stern glare directed at you. It was clear that Nightmare wouldn’t take no for an answer on this one, so you had no choice but to nod your head meekly. “I-I’ll stay here,” you promised, glancing up to see him seemingly satisfied. Without another word, he rushed off, preventing Blue from getting any closer with his large hammer.

Watching Nightmare take on all three of the Star Sanses by himself was both awe-inspiring and terrifying, much like the first times you’d joined sparring sessions with the guys. But there wasn’t the assurance in the back of your mind that nobody would be out to kill you. While it might not be the goals of all of the Stars, there was very much mortal danger in this fight for both you and the one you loved. Staying on the sidelines like this was painful, leaving you feeling useless as Nightmare struggled to hold off the onslaught.

Were they not essentially your enemies, you’d be impressed by the coordination and teamwork the Stars possessed. All three of them were capable of both melee and ranged attacks, and wordlessly organized themselves so that one of their own was never in danger of being hit by their own attacks. Dream’s precision with his arrows allowed him to stay primarily a ranged fighter, while Blue’s blasters and Ink’s attacks were a bit too widespread to risk while one of them fought in close combat. Nightmare was the only one without a specific ranged attack, which probably explained why the others rarely got close to attack. Your lover’s tentacles gave him reach though, and the ability to hit multiple targets at once, so he was somehow able to hold his own against all three.

The battle looked to be a stalemate… until one of the Stars suddenly switched tactics. While Blue rushed in with a hammer and bones at his side, Ink actually turned his back on the fight. He seemed a little lost, like he was trying to remember something, only for his eyes to light up as he locked gazes with you. Instant panic seized you as the one skeleton that Nightmare warned you about came straight for you, manic glee plastered over his face as he quickly crossed the distance between the two of you. A glance back at the battle proved that Nightmare had seen what was going on, but Blue was keeping him from coming to your aid. So it was up to you to think fast and avoid the creator, hope bubbling in you that this might actually make things easier. If you could keep Ink busy by dodging his attacks, then Nightmare might be able to take on the remaining two with better success before coming after Ink.

With this admittedly crazy plan in your head, you began a game of cat and mouse with Ink, jumping from one place to the next. If you didn’t have a splash-happy maniac chasing you, it would’ve been cool to enjoy the low gravity of Outertale. For now though, it was all that was allowing you to escape most of the attacks directed at you. You were far from unscathed though, small splashes of paint eating away at your arms and legs. It burned, but was nothing you couldn’t deal with as you continued to dodge and weave the bulk of the attacks. So long as none of it touched your face, you would be fine.

Glancing back at the main battle going on, your hopes of Nightmare doing better against two targets instead of three were steadily being crushed. He seemed distracted, constantly looking up to watch you kite Ink around the area. Instead of focusing on the two he had to deal with, he was so worried about you and Ink that he was now losing. It wouldn’t be so bad if he was facing off against Ink and Blue, because there was little the two could do beyond superficial damage. Dream on the other hand was still very much a threat, his arrows of pure positivity being about the only thing that could seriously hurt. And you could see several piercing the ground, coated in the black negativity that Nightmare relied on for protection. It was a surefire way to see when he’d been hit, and the staggering amount of these soiled arrows made it clear that your partner wasn’t holding his own anymore. Guilt welled up in you, because you were the reason he was now losing this fight. While there wasn’t much you could honestly do to shake Ink from your trail, reason did little to quell the negativity rising inside you. All you could hope for was that your own despair could give Nightmare just a bit more power, enough to keep himself safe at least.

As time dragged on, both you and Nightmare were running out of stamina. Your legs cried for rest as you continued to run away from the creator, while your lover’s movements were growing noticeably sluggish. More arrows seemed to connect than not at this point, and he had barely any time to recover from one attack before dealing with another. The two of you were badly losing, and it was quite clear now why Nightmare rarely let anyone from the castle venture out on their own.

The Stars seemed to sense this sudden weakness in their target, Dream finally stopping his barrage to call out to the one going after you. “Ink! Stop playing around, I need your help!” Help? What help could Ink possibly be? Even his corrosive paints couldn’t breach the surface of Nightmare’s negativity, the only thing that could was Dream’s… oh… oh no.

As the realization hit you, Ink finally gave up his pursuit. “Woo! Looks like my plan actually worked… at least I think this was my plan. Whatever, let’s do this!” Laughing at some untold joke, Ink hopped away from you to return to the large rock that most of the battle had been on. At the same moment though, you felt your legs moving as the horrific reality of their plan hit you. Ink purposefully went after you to distract Nightmare, allowing the others to weaken him enough so that their special attack would hit. The creator might not be able to damage the surface, but if Dream’s arrow ripped through first, then there’d be a narrow window where Nightmare’s greatest defense would be gone. In a single spot he’d be vulnerable, which is why they needed to slow him down enough to ensure their hit would work.

You weren’t going to let that happen. Promise be damned, your soul was screaming at you to protect the one you loved, and you were going to heed its call. The ache in your legs went completely ignored, adrenaline pushing you forward with more speed than you thought you could muster. You needed to be faster though; Ink was already there, and Blue had set about corralling Nightmare to keep him still.

Only a few floating chunks of rock were between you and your beloved now, but you still weren’t fast enough. Panic rose once again as you watched Dream draw back his bowstring, the arrow glimmering faintly in the surrounding darkness. Ink stood ready beside him, the paint coating his brush a dangerous shade of red. That same paint had left such horrible burns along your limbs, and you could only imagine the damage it might do to the weakened god of negativity. With Blue running interference and drawing Nightmare’s attention, it was only a matter of time now.

As your feet touched down on the large space rock, several feet from everyone else, you knew that you were out of time. Nightmare was too absorbed in his fight to hear your warning calls, and it would only alert the two and likely cause them to reset before trying again. This attack would only work once though, because once Nightmare knew of their plan, he wouldn’t let it work a second time. That meant that you had one chance to stop them, especially when you saw that Dream was aiming towards his twin’s soul.

Courage and determination welled within your soul, driving you forward despite the risk you were running straight into. Any number of things could go seriously wrong, but… you couldn’t risk them killing him. Nightmare was the bane of the multiverse to many, but he was everything to you. Gritting your teeth, you timed your steps so that you’d only enter Dream’s field of vision after he fired, preventing them from stopping you and trying again. The second he saw you, the god of positivity’s expression changed from one of grim determination to one of shock and horror, his hand reaching out as if he could stop his attack or stop you. His hesitance once again wasn’t present in Ink, the creator wasting no time in flinging the red paint directly after the arrow.

With mere seconds to spare, your outstretched hands made contact with the cool goop that covered Nightmare’s body. All of your momentum and might went into a push, knocking the deity away from the incoming attack. Your lover turned back to look at you the second you made contact, his eye conveying the same shock and horror as Dream’s had when he saw you. All you could do was smile, knowing that you’d managed to save him no matter what danger you’d put yourself in. Nightmare reached out for you just as the arrow whizzed past, its trajectory leaving it slicing past your eyes. Pain bloomed as the minor cuts scratched the outsides of your eyes, but it was nothing compared to what came next. You’d been so concerned about the arrow that you temporarily forgot about Ink. His attack followed as per the Stars’ plan, splattering over the both of you with its acidic effect. The scratches to your eyes had left you temporarily blind, so you weren’t able to see that red paint as it splashed all over your face. The last thing you saw was instead Nightmare, reaching out to you as if to save you from this pain.

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End Up Here

Porco Galliard Oneshot

Summary: How did you end up in your captors bed of all places, contemplating on staying?

Pairings: Porco Galliard x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, fingering, light spanking and hair pulling, creampie, unprotected sex (please wrap it every man is not porco)

how did this happen? you wonder, as his rough hands, calloused from war and stained with the blood of countless enemies, roam over your body.

how did i end up here? you think, while his lips, plump and puffy, lean down to capture your own. they taste sweet, a stark contrast from how he actually was.

he hated you, didn’t he? and you hated him. at least, that’s how it had been for months, with you locked up in a marley jail cell.

after the attack on liberio, you had been one of the survey corps members to miss the plane and ended up stuck in marley. after that, you were taken as a prisoner of war and left in the custody of the warriors, or what was left of them.

with zeke being gone, reiner, pieck and porco had been the ones to look after you, questioning you for information and such.

of course, with reiner’s mission to paradis you already knew him. in fact, you thought it was absolutely hilarious how hypocritical he sounded while asking you why exactly you guys had attacked marley.

“i could ask you the same thing, reiner,” you had spat coldly, thinking back to that day seven years ago.

that was the only time you had ever seen reiner flinch, your glare causing his head to throb.

admittedly, before all of this, before all of the mess and the lies and the betrayal, you and reiner had actually been close once upon a time.

there was a time that you had idolized reiner, wanting to be just like the older boy. you wanted to be strong, you wanted to protect those around you.

you looked up to reiner as someone that was good, and the thought disgusted you.

how could you have idolized someone who caused so much destruction? someone who started a war with innocent people?

as you kissed porco back, your hands going to run through his hair, you supposed you did end up like your idol after all.

a hypocrite.

of course, you hadn’t always been that way. in the beginning, you truly did hate porco.

you hated the way he stalked around, glaring at you like you were the devil itself. you hated the way he talked, spitting insults left and right. but most of all, you hated how he wore that damn armband proudly, as if it made him any better than you.

you were the same, and porco hated you for constantly pointing it out. he hated the way you were so stubborn, never giving information but always having something to say nevertheless.

he hated the way you smirked, knowing they’d never get anything out of you but death. and most of all, he just hated how annoying you were.

for months, the two of you went back and forth like the enemies you were. glaring each other down, providing insults instead of answers.

honestly, who would have thought that one day you’d be beneath him, whimpering from his touch and moaning out his name as he left sloppy kisses down your neck?

you sure didn’t.

you were supposed to hate him.

but all that changed in a blink of an eye.

you don’t quite remember what it was, but one day you found yourself hating porco a little less than the day before. actually, you did remember. it was the one day you had seen porco show any emotion other than hatred. the one day of the year he just couldn’t bring himself to hate anyone, not even you.

his brother’s birthday.

you had watched, partially amazed, as porco lit twenty-three candles for marcel. even when he was on duty, he couldn’t forget to honor him.

when you had asked porco about it, genuinely curious, he told you his story and it was then that you saw him become more...human.

was that what it was? was that what lured you into his bed, lured you into melting at the way his honey eyes stared at you?

no.

there had been more after that.

after that day, after seeing that porco was in fact capable of human emotions, you decided to test him. would he show you some sympathy if he heard your own story? would he still think of you as a devil if he knew you guys weren’t all that different?

he didn’t.

after you told him about your own brother, about how he had been killed that day shiganshina fell, something inside porco softened.

perhaps it was guilt. perhaps it was actually sympathy that drove him to understand, but he did.

he understood you then. why you joined the survey corps, why you idolized someone like reiner. why you had attacked marley.

he understood it all.

he understood that it was all for him, all for your brother.

and then he began to understand that you guys weren’t all that different after all.

he often curses himself for that. for him, that was the starting point of it all. if he had just turned his back away, if he had just rolled his eyes and told you that he didn’t care about your pathetic life story, that it still made you no less than a devil, then maybe, just maybe, you wouldn’t be under him in that moment.

“porco...” a breathy moan left your lips as the boy teased you with his fingers, hovering right over your arousal just to torture you. he liked seeing you like this, an island devil flustered by him, begging him to please her any way he could. “please.”

“please what?” his smirk was cruel, tilting his head in mock confusion as if he didn’t already know what you wanted. “use your words babygirl.”

you groaned. you hated when he teased you, but you weren’t gonna get anything out of him any other way. “please just touch me already! i can’t take it anymore!”

your body was aching for him, months of pent up longing for him just begging to be released.

luckily, porco wasn’t that cruel.

not long after your request, he found himself obliging, quickly yanking off your soaked panties. a low groan escaped his throat as your sweet aroma filled the air, pussy gleaming in the moonlight.

“is this all for me babygirl?” he asks, taking a finger to rub against your wet folds.

a whimper leaves your lips at the sudden contact, your hips bucking up for more.

“y-yes,” you can barley contain your excitement as you nod eagerly, causing porco to smirk. “yes it’s all for you, pock.”

“good,” he looks satisfied and decides that you deserve some attention. gently, he spreads your legs and then those long fingers of his begin to sink into your tight cunt, filling you just how you liked it.

“fuck!” you threw your head back, squeezing your eyes shut as porco began to move.

“don’t come yet,” he teases, knowing just how fast he can make you come undone.

you lift your head up to glare at him, but the sudden addition of another finger makes your anger quickly fade away.

“o-okay,” you’re a stuttering mess under him and porco loves it.

“that’s it,” he cooes, bringing a hand up to play with your nipples as he finger-fucks you. “you love my fingers, don’t you baby?”

if you were in any other position then maybe porco would get answers. but you were too occupied; too focused on the pleasure and the way he filled you beautifully to even get a word out.

“you’re gonna cum, aren’t you?” porco accuses as he assaults that one sweet spot over and over again. he knows it— he can see it in the way your face is scrunching up and he can feel the way you’re clenching around him. so good, so tight, his cock begins to twitch in anticipation.

“i- yes,” you moan out weakly, your eyes beginning to roll back.

“good,” he smirks as he feels your body shaking. “cum for me, baby. let me taste that sweet pussy.”

to edge you on further — not like you needed it — porco bends down and immediately latches his mouth to your sensitive nub. he sucks sweetly on your pussy, eager for what’s to come as he pumps his fingers in and out of you viciously.

“porco,” you moan his name as the coil in your stomach begins to unravel. your legs shake, and pleasure clouds your every sense but that doesn’t mean porco is stopping. as you scream and moan out his name, desperately grabbing at his slicked-back hair, porco continues lapping at your pussy and pleasuring you until he feels satisfied.

once he is, he pulls away from your pussy and grins at the way you’re shaking underneath him, breathing heavily. honey-colored eyes lean over to meet your own and you can see they’re filled with absolute lust, your slick juices dribbling down his chin.

“on your knees,” he demands, no longer being able to take it. his cock is itching to be free, itching to be inside of you and porco feels like he’s about to burst.

“y-yes sir,” you nod slowly, your eyes still clouded over but you’ve got the right idea as you shakily turn over, turning your ass up and stuffing your face in the pillow.

“atta girl,” porco cooes with delight as your slick pussy gleams right in front of him, begging him to fill it with his cum.

“fuck,” he curses involuntarily as he moves to situate himself behind you. then, porco finally relieves himself from his pants and hisses as his cock springs free.

“you’re gonna take me so good baby,” he tells you, gently rubbing himself over your folds, just enough to tease you. “you ready?”

“yes,” you nod eagerly, wiggling your ass a little at him. this is the moment you’ve been waiting for all night— the opportunity to be stuffed with porco’s thick cock.

“good girl,” he praises you before finally settling himself at your entrance, reaching up to lighty smack your ass.

your hips buck a little at the sudden sting but then your body is completely relaxed as porco begins to push himself in, a moan leaving both of your lips.

“fuck!”

porco can’t believe how tight you are, even after his fingers. it feels like your pussy is sucking him in and he has to steady himself as he sinks in deeper.

“pock,” a whimper escapes your throat, your mouth dropping in an ‘o’ shape as he fills you deliciously. “fuck, baby— you feel so good.”

your pussy is throbbing, soft mewls leaving your lips as you involuntarily buck your hips for more. you can feel every moment from porco as he slides in until he’s buried at the hilt, stuffing you nice and full.

“haven’t even gotten started yet baby,” he grins, and then once he’s settled in he begins to pick up the pace.

porco was never a patient man, so it’s no surprise when he immediately starts to buck his hips into you, starting at a steady pace.

“fuck, pock,” his name is the only thing in your vocabulary as your eyes roll back again, a hazy smile on your face as porco fucks you just right. his strokes are deep, passionate, and he stretches you out in way that fills you with absolute pleasure.

“baby,” porco has a hard time controlling himself but he’s managing, playing with your bouncing tits and occasionally slapping your ass to distract himself. “you feel so good around me, you know what?”

“uhhh!” you gasp when he grabs your hair, forcing your back to arch even further and allowing him to go even deeper. fuck, this is just what he wanted, a smirk on his face as he watches your face become unintelligible.

“there we go,” porco chuckles as you begin to clench around him again. and god, if you don’t feel absolutely incredible. porco swears he’s in heaven right now, which is ironic because he’s fucking an island devil.

“that’s the spot, isn’t it?” he’s growing cockier by minute as he watches you begin to unfold underneath him.

gasps and moans reply to him instead of words, your hands going to grip anything you can find. subconsciously, porco begins to fuck you even faster and pulls your hair tighter.

“pock!”

he knows he’s got you on the ropes when you start explicitly moaning for him, begging for him to bring you to your release. your pussy is already dribbling with juices, the sheets beneath you stained but you want more. you want him and porco’s gonna give it to you.

“almost there sweetheart,” he promises, feeling himself on the verge of his own orgasm. and god, he can’t wait until he fills you up.

he knows that’s what you want, too, but he’s determined to get you there first. reaching down, porco rubs at your clit which only sends more pleasure rippling through you. he keeps his pace rough yet steady, abusing your g-spot over and over again before finally, you come undone.

a scream leaves your lips as you cream all over porco’s cock, arms and legs going limp. you see stars and porco has to physically hold you up. but he’s still fucking you though, still pleasuring you right up until the moment comes for his own release.

“fuck, y/n!”

your name falls from his lips like a prayer, porco screwing his eyes shut as he cums deep inside of your womb. and you can feel him— every inch of him as he stills and continues pumping you full of his cum, your pussy milking him until there’s nothing left.

“you’re the devil, baby,” porco says, out of breath as he slowly pulls out of you. there’s a trail of cum that dribbes down your leg as he does so, and porco smirks when he realizes he really did stuff you.

even then, you whine at the sudden loss, your pussy sore yet still aching for him.

you know you won’t be able to take another orgasm though, not like this. and so you settle for porco’s touch elsewhere, snuggling into him after he wipes you off and then holds you close to his chest.

“a devil you say?” you smile lazily, turning your body towards him to look him in his honey eyes.

“oh yes, the worst kind at that,” he smirks but you know he’s only joking. “using sex to lure me in.”

“how ironic, since i recall that it was you who wanted me in the first place,” you snort.

porco acts mocked surprised, but he knows its true. he’s the one that fell for you first, against all odds. and now...now he had you in his arms, resting comfortably but the future was still uncertain for you both.

“what will you...what will you do now?” he dares to ask, peering at you curiously. “will you go back to that island, or...?”

“i wasn’t aware i was allowed to leave,” you tell him honestly, looking down. gently though, porco raises your head up again.

“you know i wouldn’t keep you here against your will,” he says quietly, frowning. “if you wanna go back, i’ll...i’ll help you.”

it pains porco to say this and you can see it in his face. he doesn’t want you to go— but if going home was truly your desire then he’d make it happen.

“that’s the thing, though,” you tell him, slightly biting your lip. “i don’t...i don’t know if i do, not anymore.”

“what?” porco frowns. “b-but it’s...it’s your home, isn’t it? why wouldn’t you wanna go back? it’s not like you have any reason to stay.”

“i do now,” you say softly, looking at him through your lashes.

you wait a couple of seconds to get his reaction, and when you do, porco is undeniably shocked.

he can’t believe what he’s hearing. it’s almost too good to be true.

“you’d...you’d stay here, for me?” he asks incredulously, looking at you with wide eyes. “but why? you know we can’t— it’s forbidden for us to be together.”

“wouldn’t be the first time we broke the rules,” you chuckle softly, referencing your naked bodies and the fact that you weren’t even supposed to be out of your cell right now.

“that’s true,” porco muses, but he still continues. “you have your whole life back in paradis, though. staying in marley, staying with me, it’ll only bring you pain.”

it almost sounds like he’s trying to scare you away. like he wants you to go home, but you know that’s not the case. you know that all porco is saying is the truth. you were a prisoner in marley after all, you couldn’t be with him. but still...

“it’s better than being an entire ocean away from you,” you say, shaking your head. “waiting for you every night. wondering if i’ll ever see you again.”

“you know what this means, then? if you stay...” porco trails off.

“if i stay then i’m with you. one hundred percent, and we’ll find a way,” you promise him.

porco grins. “you’re always so stubborn,” he says affectionately, stroking your face. he remembers a time when he hated that about you, but now it’s one of his favorite traits. “i gotta say— having a secret rendezvous has always been on my goal-list.”

“oh,” you lightly punch his arm. “shut up. this is serious, pock.”

“i am,” he defends himself. “the war is over. the yeagerists are gone— i need something spicy in my life again.”

“god— you’re so stupid sometimes, you know that?” you giggle as porco grins, loving the way he can make you laugh.

“you’ve told me that on multiple occasions,” he says, “but i think this one just might be my favorite.”

“everything about this night is perfect,” you sigh, pressing your hand against his. “i never want it to end. especially not by going back to a jail cell.”

“hey...let’s just be grateful we ended up here,” porco says. “don’t think about tomorrow— just focus on the fact that we have tonight.”

“i think i can do that,” you smile softly. after all, how could you not?

you’re in the arms of the man that you fell for. comfortable and safe, even it’s only for a few hours.

it was strange, really, how the person you once hated the most became your reason to stay. but you supposed that destiny would always find a way, and if yours just so happened to be intertwined with porco’s then dammit you’d find a way, too.