#him sighing as he lets himself be vunerable

[ozumii-fucking-wizard]

Oh, my foolish wizard...lean your weight on me.

[moechies]

eeee but ok what about a make out sesh with sugu that ends with him begging to finger you >.<

౨ৎ ⋆ please?! ꨄ geto suguru

sypnosis: inexperienced college students you ‘nd suguru with a mischievous pact

content warnings 𝜚 𓈒 vunerable virgin reader, no p in v, soft, messy, fingering, making out, praiseee, he cums from rubbin himself, light oral (f rec.), pet names : baby, honey doll !! !

an ♡ . . this ask omg anon u are genius . dis is absolutely so cute and ugggghhhhhh m melting <3 literally love u . i love dis ask a lot so this is a bit longer than my usual drabbles , so im makin it a fic :D enjoyyyyyy loviessss

it’s hot , sloppy , messy.

bodies pressed against each others as your guy’s lips clash feverently against each others , sloppy noises elicited from you two’s ‘practice.’

it was never supposed to go so far. it started from something so innocent yet so dirty , the two of you prompting to practice making out with eachother; every friday and saturday night in the comfort of his private dorm.

nights usually started off awkward, with you at the front of his doorstep nervously knocking at his door. he was intimidating, tall, and so handsome; everything you’d consider perfect. it made you want to shrivel and hide.

your first couple sessions consisted of awkward touches, usually his fingers hovering above your warm skin with a light shiver , staring into you for any affirmation to touch you.

“is it okay? ‘m not gonna do anythin’ weird.”

making out with him was sloppy and messy, rhythmless and random. neither of you would stop the other unless one had run out of breath , but that was the fun of it; you suppose.

“d-do you wanna keep goin’?” he pants, face awfully close to yours, not sparing another breath when you mindlessly nod. in a blink, his swollen lips are clad against yours once again.

this time , it had been no different. it had been 3 weeks after your set arrangements , and nothing had seemingly been different.

right ?

so why did it feel so much more intimate ? you try to speculate , but the man’s mouth occupies all of you. geto makes you feel so fuzzy, your body, your mind, incapable of a single coherent thought in the heat of the moment.

he wastes no time pressing your body into the soft of the mattress with his own, hand pursed into the soft pillow with intertwined fingers.

you gasp into his mouth , waiting for the moment he allows you time for a quick breather, but it never comes. instead he refuses to detach himself from you as you grow lightheaded.

“s-suguru hah— ,what’s wrong with you?”

“baby , i need y’so bad. i cant . . ”

your brow arches in confusion , but all becoming much clearer when you feel his frigid fingers dance on the band of your skimpy shorts.

“w-wait—“

”y’gonna let me touch you here?” he teases, his thumb pressing up on your clit through your shorts, right above the wet patch of your sticky cum.

“eeek — hold on, sugu !”

“please ? let me finger you baby . w’na make you feel good s’bad.”

you whimper at his offer, overwhelmed by the suddenness of his question. it had never gone this far, you had never expected it to. to say that you hoped it would happen was an understatement; you dreamt of this. truly.

his soft hands run over your soft skin, chubby lips pressing breathy kisses all over your face and neck, and overly desperate bulge lazily humping into the fat of your panty-clad pussy. it’s all too much.

“let me feel you , honey, c’mon.” he rushes, smirking into your skin with a soft kiss to your collarbone.

“o-okay, suguru !” you blurt .

he’s sighs in relief, hands wasting no time to tug off your shorts along side your panties. your sweet cunt radiates a soft heat he’s able to feel against the palm of his hand, chuckling as he watches your cunt pulse around nothing.

he’s obsessed, and he thinks it may be love . he finds himself unable to pull his eyes away from the gorgeous sight, pupils in the shape of hearts as he watches your puffy hole uncontrollably drool with pearlescent slick.

“s-stop starin’ sugu—“ you mumble, quickly bringing a hand down to cover yourself from his roaming eyes. you’re quickly stopped by his hand, never holding a chance in the first place.

“you’ve never done this before ?”

“obviously not! “ your eyes are shut tight, tears pricking at the corners and damping your lashes. you’re obviously embarrassed, and he wouldn’t have you any other way. this is perfect.

he says nothing but chuckles, flinching when you unexpectedly feel his lips against yours, one that slowly converts into something much more sensual.

you feel the pad of his thumb slide against your sticky cunt, merely pressing the tip inside to tease you. he swallows up your yelp, feeling him smile against your lips.

his pushes in half a digit, followed with short but rhythmic pumps. your cunt squelches and squeezes around him, allowing sweet honeyed moans to fall upon your lips.

“y’feel so good, feels so good doll. can’t believe y-you’ve been hidin’ this from me.” he groans.

“you’re so evil baby .”

“ff-feels s’good too, hnn—“

he curls his finger, purposely nudging against your spongy walls. you squeak, pressing against his wrists to rid his movements on your sensitive pussy.

“n-not there !”

“be still baby. let me have this, ‘s my first time too, okay?”

“w-wait—“

he kisses you again, silencing your whines. he gains speed in his movements , his free hand coming down to relief some tension for his own cock, which had been painfully strained against his boxers.

he’s sure you see him do the filthy act when your face flushes , eyes unable to meet his own as you can’t help but stare, trying your best to look away.

“y’r still so shy when my finger’s inside this pussy?”

“d-don’t say that !”

you whine. your back arches when he slips another finger in besides his first , the girth and length of both digits filling you like no other could. you’d imagine what his cock would feel like in comparison to this, but you can’t.

“d-dizzy, suguru— ‘m gonna cum, i— can’t !”

“cum doll, please, cum f’me, need it so bad..” he whines, feverently jerking at his cock as his eyes zero in on your lewd expression.

he pants with relief when he feels your cunt convulse around his slim digits, a sticky, creamy essence that coats his fingers. he pulls himself away from the mess, smearing a bit on the soft of your thigh before pressing a unmatched kiss onto your lips.

your mess coats the fat folds of your cunt, sweet pearly clit puffy and swollen, just oh, so desperate to be loved. he can tell. he leans down in between your legs before you take notice, pressing a harsh kiss against your slippery bud. one hard enough that you’re unable to push his head away with all your might, forced to lay still below him as he gently suckles on your clit and sneakily licks at your creamy mess.

he raises his head with a proud snarky grin, only to be met with a flick on the forehead and a light scolding.

he sighs, squirming uncomfortably at the noted mess in his boxers. not a word is exchanged between the two of you, only light pants that reverberate around the small of his dorm room.

“w-wanna go further ?”

[siren-serenity]

i just wanna kiss you

characters: roronoa zoro, gn!reader (nami, luffy, usopp, sanji included!!! straw hat crew for life!! :D) warnings: fluff, takes place in east blue arc, drunk kiss (consensual) a/n: - feedback is appreciated!

"Y/N!"

You heard your name being yelled out in a drunken slur. Popping your head out the window, you watched with amusement as Nami attempted to drag a stumbling Usopp and Zoro back onto the Going Merry. Usopp's limbs were tripping over one another while Zoro kept attempting to get out of her iron grip.

"Gonna help me or what?" Nami raised an eyebrow upon noticing you. You shrugged, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips.

"I don't know, looks like you got everything under control."

"Y/NNNNN!" Luffy giggled, stretching his arms inhumanly long and then rocketed himself into your open arms. You let out a grunt, stumbling backward as your arms wrapped around Luffy's body. His body was strangely smooth, not that you expected less given that your captain was a literally a rubber man. He broke you out of your rambling thoughts by rubbing his cheek against yours. "Zoro and Usopp are superrrrr drunk!"

"Am not!" Usopp interjected before tripping over his feet and falling flat on his face. He let out a painful groan, causing Luffy to leap off you and help him up. "Shishishi, yes you are!"

"Y/N," A low murmur of your name made you spin around. Low and behold, Zoro stood before you, a deep, dark red blush on his tanned cheeks. His arms stretched forward and you obliged, tugging him into a hug. His well-built chest collided with yours and he placed his head in the crook of your collarbone, breathing slowly. Your vision was covered by his bright green hair, spiky up in a messy fashion.

You pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Hey, love. Drank a bit too much?"

"Mmph," He grunted, protesting against your words. "It's nothing. Like usual. The usual amount."

Nami scoffed, raising an eyebrow. "Usual? If I recall correctly, you challenged Usopp to a drinking competition."

"Yeah, and I won," To spite her even further, Zoro gave her a glare before it was covered up by his yawn. "Beat that, Usopp."

"Usopp can't even say a single word, you stupid moss head," Sanji rolled his eyes, a hand helping Usopp up before slinging it over his shoulders. With a wave to everyone else and a 'Goodnight, especially to you, my dear Nami!', Sanji disappeared around the corner of the Going Merry with a stumbling Usopp in tow.

Luffy laughed, waving enthusiastically.

"It's bedtime! Night, everyone!!" He grinned, skipping away. Nami followed him, sighing heavily and murmuring 'At least they're all in one piece and alive...'

Zoro's chilly hands dragged themselves up and down your bare side leisurely. It left frigid trails in its wake and you shivered.

"Love, you're freezing!" You frowned, placing a hand on his cheeks. Zoro's eyes were half-lidded and he only sleepily nuzzled himself into your hand. "Let's go in."

"No."

Raising an eyebrow, you stared him down. "You're freezing, and you don't want to go in."

"No..." He grumbled, pulling back to stare you in the eye. "I just want..."

"Want what?"

A rare blush crawled onto his face. You let out a tiny chuckle, enjoying moments like this when Zoro was emotionally vunerable.

His hands trailed to your back and secured themselves there, barely brushing the waistband of your shorts. His fingers were cold, frigid to the touch yet they left a blaze of heat against your skin.

"Mhmm...I just want to..." Zoro's eyes were half-lidded but clouded over with a haze of love. Despite the cool ocean breeze, a blush burned onto your cheeks. "May I kiss you?"

Your hand cradled his chin, brushing a thumb against his lower lip. He swallowed audibly. "You never need to ask, my love."

"The idiot cook told me consent was important," He shrugged and before a second had passed, he tugged you closer, smashing your lips together. Your hands hung loosely around his neck and your steps shuffled backward before your back bumped against the railings of the Going Merry. Zoro braced his hands on your hips, gripping them to the point that you know that bruises would form tomorrow.

(He would smile the next morning, laying on his back lazily but with a satisfied grin on his face as he admired the numerous bruises left on your body. Bruises that complimented and matched the ones you left on him. He was yours and you were his.)

"Zoro..." You breathed out breathlessly when he pulled back for oxygen. He panted, heaving his chest up and down. You resisted the urge to run your hands all over his muscular chest and those pecs..."That was-"

Zoro licked his lips, grinning.

"Want more?"

You tugged his open collar and jerked him closer to you. With centimeters just between your lips, you smirked. The swordsman's smile slowly crept into a more mischevious one, matching yours.

"Hell yeah."

[marshmellowfluff221]

May I request Levi with a younger cadet where he thinks he’s too old for her but she likes that a lot? Love your fics!

A/N: Of C O U R S E! This is so cute :) I'm glad you like them!!

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It took a long, long time. Levi was stubborn and so were you. It started when you transfered over to help him after finding out Eren was a titan. Your job was mostly to survey the kid but you had a second job in studying the way titans are. You were young, but brilliant and that's why you had the title you did. Not as young as the kids you helped, but younger than Levi, enough for him to judge your ways. He likes old school, you like to change his ways.

Of course you and Hange immediately clicked. Sharing notes and research papers, it was a full on party every time you two were alone together. Levi broke that party up every time, complaining that you two should be working and not gossiping. It was the day Hange asked if he was jealous and the blush crept onto his cheeks that you fell for him. He always had a stern attitude but in that moment you saw how kind he was, how vunerable he could be.

So, you began to hang around him more. Eventually, you confessed. He stared at you for a solid minute and each second that passed you wondered if you had broken him. Eventually he gave the excuse that you were too young and needed to grow up. He flicked your forehead on the way out. But that didn't really stop you. You didn't bug him about it and he didn't seem to mind when you hung around him. The two of you became close. The crush you had on him didn't make it awkward and about a month into your friendship you had even made him laugh.

Levi found you attractive the second you appeared at the training camps. He found you even more attractive when he noticed how passionate you were about your work. But he couldn't bring himself to confess to you or do anything about it. Afterall, he figured you wouldn't like someone as old as him. However, when you confessed he had been so shocked he gave out his excuse. He knew it would be a problem in the future, the age gap. Levi beat himself up for it when he made it back to his room.

Regardless of the long time it took, the two of you ended up dating. It happened after he flat out kissed you in the middle of the woods on a mission. A month into dating, Levi's fears began to come true.

Your friend, Gerald, had been sent to accompany your studies. He had grew up with you and was your age. That's exactly what Levi feared. He watched from afar as the two of you laughed together and worked together. A week of it was torture already.

"So, Y/n." Gerald leaned forward, you looked up from the sketch of the titan you were drawing. A label sat on each of the important parts of the anatomy of the titan. "Do you think we should go out into the woods? Maybe look at the wildlife and how they react when Eren transforms?"

"Hm." You hummed, tapping your pencil on your cheek. "That might be a good idea. I should ask Levi if Eren is available this afternoon." You smiled at him, getting up from your seat and tapping him on the shoulder as you stepped over to the table that Levi was working on.

"Hey-"

"What do you want." Levi's voice was cold, emotionless. You furrowed your brows, taken back by his tone.

"Are you okay?" You asked, worried something might have happened.

"Do I need to repeat myself?" Levi sighed. This wasn't like him. He was never this snappy towards you of all people. You shook your head and grabbed his arm tightly. He looked up at you, an emotionless expression.

"Outside. Now." You yanked on his arm and began walking outside, Levi following. Once out of the room you let go of his arm, turning on your heel to face him. "What is wrong with you? Why are you talking to me like that?"

"Nothing is wrong. This is how I always talk." Levi shrugged, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall. "If you have a problem why don't you ask Gerald."

The moment he said his name the gears began turning in your mind. "Are you jealous?" You blurted out the conclusion you came to. He had to be.

He was. His silence said it all.

"Levi...I'm dating you, and Gerald is just a work buddy."

"Yeah but he's your age." Levi muttered lowly. You almost laughed, but held it in once you realized he was serious.

"Wait- you think I want to date Gerald just because he's my age?" You asked. "Levi. I'm dating you. I know we have a gap in our age but that doesn't make me love you any less."

Levi looked up at you at your words. His eyes a little wider than before. His lips parted as if he wanted to say something but no words came out.

"What?" You grew confused at his reaction.

"You said you love me?" He asked. There it was, his vunerable side that you fell in love with. You nodded slowly. He smiled that small smile of his. "I do too. I'm sorry about earlier, I just figured if I was rude you'd be okay with leaving me for him."

You smiled back shaking your head at him.

"Oh, and Eren is free, go ahead." Levi said, pushing himself off the wall.

"How'd you know? Were you ease dropping?"

"No, you just talk loud."

He was definitely ease dropping.

[silvervinewine]

AT EASE SOLIDER, WAR HAS ENDED, YOU CAN FINALLY REST (W/ CHILDE, XIAO, SCARAMOUCHE)

CHILDE

every seasoned solider has time to rest, after all battles only ever wear down your body. rest is time to heal, it is essential for any warrior. TARTAGLIA knows it is a human need, even if the bloodthirsty voice inside him demands for more. the voice is unwavering in its demand, growing resentful and spiteful when deadlines aren't met.

like any other human, CHILDE soon finds himself tired. he has finally succombed to the weariness of his body, letting himself go. the voice wants more, his body still pumped full of adrenaline wanting more fight. he stumbles across the fatui's medical ward, the tear that the foul legacy transformation does on his body is unmeasurable but he always manages to come out even stronger. that is who he is, that is what makes him a formidable foe. although he does always heal, the period of rest is unbearable. limping across the cold hallways, he clutches his arm sling close to his body, pressing himself to a wall as he gets a glimpse of you.

you are terrifying, a horror that can only match the tsaritsa herself, always making sure he stays in bed, taking extreme measures to do so. just as he think he's safe sighing, he turns to walk some more only to find you, arms crossed with a stern expression. he has been caught.

he is pulled to his room and snuggled up with blankets, he is acclimated to the cold of his homeland, a measly medical ward wouldn't freeze him to death, but you relent. you sit in a stool next to him, holding his hand. your reading a book, your voice resonating through the room. his thoughts calm as the only thing he could think about is you. the voice is long gone and he finally has time to rest.

XIAO

adeptus do not find any need to sleep, was a statement you were becoming far too familiar with. being an adeptus, XIAO absolutely refused any sleep, deeming it completely useless for him. yet whenever he comes back home feet trailing the ground and eyes half lidded begging to rest, you wished he went easier on himself.

could he spare some time for rest? time for peace.

the soft night breeze coming from an open window, as he came limping to the bed, sitting on the edge inches away from you while you were deep into slumber. he looks at your face, devoid of any emotions.

and for a brief second he lets his thoughts wonder, a sweet temptation of joining you. but alas, it is only a temptation, a thought he could only dream of.

he secures his polearm tightly, at once sitting up from the bed you were sleeping in. the bed creaks, as he find you wide awake. your eyes soften, gaze on him, only him. rubbing your forehead as you look at him, clearly drowsy, XIAO knows he has made a mistake. you take his hand into your own, eyes meet and at once he lets his guard down. there are still dangers out there, demons to be defeated. yet like always, his mind gives up.

he finds himself your arms, his forehead touching yours, at he is reminded of his past guilts. only when most vunerable, do dark thoughts seep into his mind. a weight on his shoulders always present, even when he tries to run. you kiss him, seemingly able to notice his exasperation. his expression turning into one of calm as his eyes close shut.

he will try to rest for once, if that means you will be able to be safe.

SCARAMOUCHE

SCARAMOUCHE is a mechanical puppet. he does not sleep, it is not within his biology to do so. though, you do sleep, you need sleep to be well. this is one of the many differences between you two.

you are rather nice to others, you connect with people with time. he constantly mistreats those he deems lower to him, he is tolerated by others. you are rather irresponsible with certain tasks, even if you have the capacity to finish them. he completes everything with a robotic precision.

you are the most annoying person he's ever met, but he can't help to be drawn to you. after all, you are the only person who's always come back to him. three betrayals he's suffered, every moment with you expecting one more being added to the list. yet in all your time together, you've never let him down, majorly that is. all minor disappointments are forgiven, though.

you've been a listening ear, guarding all his inner most feelings. you've given him advice, you've given him a home. you're his home, you're his constant, you're someone he can... tolerate. everything he does with you is a bother, that should just be done accordingly. yet never refused... he furrows his brows, annoyed at your silly proposal to take a break, go out somewhere and escape from the many labours of work. even if that dream destination is an isolated fatui camp.

he is trying, okay? he should get an award at the effort he's taking, after all he really does not find the purpose of rest in the first.

the day slipped through his fingers, as time always did when he was with you. laying on your lap was only for special ocassions, and today was one. your hand scratching his scalp, running your fingers through his hair, the warmth of your body pressed into him gave him a sense of calm. you handled him with delicate touch, as if he were a fine porcelain doll, afraid he might shatter with enough pressure.

he did not have the guts to tell you he quite appreciated your efforts, going as far as declaring he liked you. he thought of speaking, but words failed, besides he was SCARAMOUCHE the balladeer, an untouchable pillar of pride. he had appearances to keep up with, but if the stars aligned, maybe just maybe he would have a sliver of chance that you also felt as warm as he felt with you. you were his home and his constant, you were far too precious to lose.

(A/N: yes scara's part is longer, its my first time writing for him, couldn't hold back)

[unnamedpheonix]

Mark breakdown scene alone:

Marks hand trembled as he splashed

His ey hises face with water. His eyes scanned, glazing over the smiling faces of his friends.

Your usually the strong one! Get your damned act together!

His knuckes tightened as he turned towards the door. Mark stepped out into the cold, the wind tugging at his shirt sleeves. He sat on the steps just out the door, his hands interlocked at his knees. Then came the tears. At first one, then many, a flow of unspoken emotions and hidden guilt, all falling out onto the pavement. Slowly, carefully, he finally let his guard drop. His shoulders dropped heavily and his head fell fast into his hands. His breathing became heavy and rapid, small breaths between what to him, felt like a river of tears. He was a mess. There was no way anyone could ever see him like this. ...as the minutes passed, his breathing became consistant once more and his his heart finally slowed.

He stood up, brushihg off his pants and straightening his shirt. He dried his eyes with his hands and smiled, fooling himself into hapiness. With a supressed sigh, he opened the door once more.

Finally got a scene where Marks the vunerable one albeit on his own. Hope you enjoy!

[lillyontheborder]

"Even You... Even Me."

Niragi x OC (Lilly)?

// This is a writing I did because I have Lilly in a love triangle with Chishiya and Niragi (in my own headcanons, I know that rp is different) and so I was feeling kind of sad and wanted to turn that into something.

// This is kind of vunerable for me, but also deals with the issue of bullying. So if you decide to read it, just know it does talk about bullying.

// I was up so late writing this man... I suffered... I wanted to get the idea out before I lost it

Lilly sat next to Niragi on the rooftop. They sat in silence as Niragi messed with his gun. He sighed and didn't acknowledge her. He was really scary when they first met, but as she got to know him, she realized and learned a lot about him. Of course she didn't agree with his actions or how he treated people, but he's been through a lot.

It wasn't pity... it was understanding.

He still scared her of course, but she felt differently about him now.

"I..." she began to speak, her voice barely above a whisper. She struggled to get it out, what she was going to say.

"What?" Niragi snapped, not bothering to look at the girl beside him.

"You know... I was bullied too." She whispered softly. She was treading carefully, but she felt like she needed to tell him this.

"Huh?" He questioned, immediately stopping what he was doing and looking at her in annoyance. "What are you talking about?" He said. His eyes flickered back and forth on her form, studying her expression and posture. "What is this? Huh? Are you trying to pity me? If so, then you can fuck off." He said before continuing to mess with the killing machine in his hands. He was clearly annoyed and slightly ticked off, but he didn't hit her, threaten her, or yell at her. Instead, he just continued what he was doing.

That made it obvious. He tolerated her.

"Sorry." She whispered.

"So what was it?" He asked, focusing on the task at hand.

"What? What was what?" She said, looking at him. The wind made her cold, especially in a bathing suit. It was colder at night, and being on the roof of a building didn't help. She felt goosbumps rise on her arms. She rubbed her arms to keep herself warm.

"What was the reason?" He said. He looked at her again, flickering his eyes like before. He smirked and let out a quick, short, laugh. "Your personality? The yelling? You're pretty annoying." He said, leaning closer to her to make it clear and obvious.

She looked away, but this time, he didn't. He watched her, waiting for a response.

"Yeah. A bit. It was mostly my appearance. I was filmed and had photos taken of me. Asked out as a joke. Glaring from grown adults while I was in high school, people laughed. I grew up in a small town. It wasn't nearly as bad as I'm making it sound but... it hurt. I fell into a deep depression. I hated myself." She paused and looked at him, smiling, as if mocking herself. "Still working on that part." He didn't say anything. He just stared.

"You know..." she started. She felt a lump in her throat, like she was going to cry. But she wouldn't... that was stupid. "I know I always joke about being hot and shit. All that over-femininity and dancing and singing and shit... it's to make myself feel better. I'm not that narcissistic. I promise." Her voice was weak by the end. "I don't even like myself that much." She paused again and looked down at all the people taking a nightly dip in the pool. "I... I wonder if coming to the borderlands was a good thing. Everyone is so focused on staying alive they don't have time to mock others. To make fun of me." She looked at him again, her eyes widening a little in playfulness. "Except you. You do that plenty." He just stared silently, not responding. He then scoffed, a short, brief laugh coming out of his mouth as he looked away.

"Tsk." he paused, staring at the gun in his hands. He hated this conversation. Why didn't he kill her already? For some reason, he couldn't bring himself to, and he hated it. Was it because she was the only one who wasn't yelling at him? Telling him he was a monster for killing people, or barking orders at him? He hadn't had a conversation that WASN'T about death and the borderlands in a while. It was oddly... calming. God he hated this.

"Everyone has pathetic lives." He stated, looking out at the people below. "Even you." He said, looking at Lilly. He stayed quiet for a moment before adding, "Even me." He paused. "It's all so fucking stupid. All this shit. All people care about is themselves." Why was he having this conversation? He wished he could shut himself up. But some small part about him... didn't want to stop.

"Yeah." Lilly laughed weakly. "We all suck... don't we?" She whispered sadly. "Even you..." She said looking at him with a weak expression. Whatever that meant. They stared at each other for a few seconds in silence. Lilly hated eye contact, but she couldn't bring herself to look away from the threatening man. "Even me." She whispered. They didn't break eye contact.

They didn't have to be friends.

They didn't have to be lovers.

They didn't have to be enemies.

But they tolerated each other.

And that was okay.

[leporinelou]

stargazer.

it’s cold out. billy’s hands shake as he brings the lighter up. the flame sparks color into the night.

steve’s eyes meet his.

billy’s hands shake.

he tells himself it’s still from the cold.

tells himself it has nothing to do with steve. nothing to do with the way steve wraps a hand around his wrist. brings the lighter closer.

the moments broken when steve lets go. closes his eyes. takes a drag of his cigarette.

billy fumbles to light his own.

“pretty.” steve breathes out. “don’tcha think?”

billy’s eyes flick up. he sees steve’s head tipped back. profile illuminated by the moonlight.

“the stars.” steve lets smoke pour out of his nose. “the stars are pretty.”

“yeah.” billy stares at steve. “real pretty.”

“don’t know the names though.” steve frowns as he looks up. “never learnt.”

“i do.” billy feels warm as steve’s gaze settles on him again. “i did.”

“tell me about them?”

billy lets his eyes drop to the space between them. something to focus on. “you want me to read your palm too, stevie?” he grins. teasing. “tell you your future?”

a shoulder knocks against his. “asshole.” steve says. voice too gentle. too fond. “just-” steve sighs in a way billy thinks he’ll remember forever. “tell me about them. please.”

billy tips his head back “yeah.” looks at the inky black sky above them. “yeah. okay.”

and he does. tell steve about the stars. and steve listens. listens like no one ever has before. like billy’s talking about something important.

like billy’s something important.

“you know” billy says. all casual. as if he doesn’t feel as scattered as the stars themselves. “there’s twice as many in california.”

billy watches the crease between steve’s eyebrows deepen. watches his mouth twist. confused.

“bullshit.” steve says. with a smile on his face.

“not bullshit.” billy taps a finger. ashes his cigarette. watches the cherry glow red. “if you go to the beach. to the sea.” he lets his eyes slip shut. “you just gotta look up. ‘n then down.”

steve hums. thoughtful. billy wonders what that means. what steve’s thinking. he opens his eyes again. looks up. to the one set of stars hanging over them.

“i think.” steve says. slowly. carefully. almost as if he’s afraid of his own words. “that there’d be three times as many.”

billy knocks his shoe against steve’s. “how’d you figure?”

their eyes meet. again. “you’d be there.” steve lifts a hand. taps billy’s nose. gently. brushes a knuckle over his cheeks. “with these.”

billy freezes. stares back at steve. eyes too big. too wide. vunerable.

“with-”

“with your freckles, stargazer.” billy feels his cheeks warm at the name. feels himself tremble. “three times as many stars.” steve counts on his fingers “sky, sea, billy.”

he says billy’s name like something meaningful. like it’s a confession.

billy stays quiet. doesn’t know how to respond. steve’s expression falls slightly. smile turning into something smaller. he goes to pull his hand back.

billy panics. grabs at his sleeve.

steve looks nervous. billy doesn’t like that. he wants to reassure him. wants to tell him.

can’t tell him.

has to tell him-

“four times as many.”

“four- what?”

“four times as many.” billy puts his cigarette out. holds steve’s wrist with his other hand. pulls the sleeve back. traces a finger over warm skin. “with these. four times as many.”

steve’s smile comes back. lights up his whole face. billy feels his chest tighten. he watches steve’s gaze fall to his lips.

“sky, sea, billy, steve.” steve says. whispers. loud enough for only the two of them to hear. the two of them and the stars. “i like that.”

and billy closes the gap. tightens his grip on steve’s arm as cold lips press against his. steve cups billy’s face. hands gentle. as if he’s something fragile.

maybe steve’s right. maybe he is.

maybe that’s okay. for tonight.

billy breaks the kiss. presses his forehead to steve’s. feels warm breath ghost over his lips. steve laughs. laces their fingers together.

“i like you, stargazer.” billy counts the moles on steve’s neck as he talks. “i like you a lot.”

[shotorozu]

hello! i hope you're doing well~

can i request headcanons (or with scenario if you'd like) where bakugo's s/o falls asleep on him while crying 🥺 and if it's okay with you, can s/o have the emotion deprivation quirk because i really loved those hcs you made before :)))

i really really love your blog btw. your writing is always sweet and fun to read ❤

passing out after crying on them

character(s) : bakugou katsuki, shinsou hitoshi

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns, emotion deprivation quirk— the more you suppress your emotions, the more power you get.

headcanons : hurt and comfort, but mostly comfort.

note(s) : thank you for the love anon :)) i also added shinsou because i thought this concept fitted well with him too :))

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bakugou katsuki

you were really unreadable— you’d understand that because of the nature of your quirk. however, being with katsuki gave him the ability to read you and your mannerisms

if your nails dug into your palms, that probably meant that your day was shit, if you kept looking at your nails, it means you’re trying not to cry, and running your hands across the surface meant that you were happy.

and unfortunately, he caught the sight of you digging your nails into your hands, not enough to actually do any harm but.. enough to keep you ‘focused’

he wants you to be comfortable enough to go to him with your problems, but then again— it was always something you struggled with, so he wasn’t expecting it

so now you’re alone with him, walking along the corridors of the dorms— and none of you guys are saying much.

“get in here,” he says, grabbing your wrist as he yanks you into his room, immediately setting you down on his bed.

“i don’t know what happened with you, but i don’t fuckin like seeing it.” he sets your head on the soft pillows, an arm bringing you close in positions

“nothing really happened,”

“yeah? then why the hell were you doing that then?” his words sound rather harsh, but he’s not raising his voice at you “you know what i mean.”

“i’m sorry, it’s just.. exhausting. having to suppress my emotions for long periods of time. i don’t know what to do because i’ll..”

and that’s when you start crying, which was probably the last thing on your check list— you’re getting his pillows wet, he’s not saying anything, you can feel yourself getting weaker

all of the doubts in your head run wild, and bakugou only shoves your head onto his chest “idiot, stop it with the apologies already. just let go.”

and you do exactly that. you heave into his chest, bawling like it’s been forever since you’ve done so. you’re getting his shirt wet, but katsuki couldn’t seem to care— he’s just glad that his hands are emitting enough heat

your ragged breathing eventually blended into soft breathing— you don’t seem to be shaking in tremors anymore, and he’s glad

he takes a look at your face. you’re out like a baby, cheeks still damp and your eyelashes were wet with tears.

“idiot Y/N,” he mutters to himself, wiping your damp face with his thumb, “you’re out like a baby. you’re not gonna hear this but next time, don’t be so stiff with coming forward to me for help.”

“i’m the last person that’s gonna judge you, i do love you after all. it might not seem like it but i really really really do.” he presses a kiss against the back of your ear.

he’s going to try to not wake you up, as he gets up from the bed— sprinting downstairs to prepare some water that he’s gonna force you to drink down later

when you wake up, you bet he’s making you put a cool towel on your eyes, reducing the puffiness as he has you on his lap.

shinsou hitoshi

can also tell if you had a good or bad day, and he really hates seeing you so.. miserable.

he can tell that you have so many thoughts in that head of yours, because of that powerful quirk. those were one of the few times he wished he had aizawa’s quirk.

he frowns when he sees you suffer in absolute silence, even though you’re wearing the most neutral face he has ever seen, he can quite literally see it— because you’re fidgetting with your hands on your lap.

unlike bakugou, the first thing he’ll talk to you about is how you’re feeling�� the moment you guys are alone.

don’t try to deny it, because he knows already— this is just him giving you a heads up, just letting you know that he’s about to coddle you.

actions speak louder than words in moments like this, he has you pressed against him on the bed— allowing your arms to wrap around his torso like lifeline

“you don’t have to say anything right now, Y/N.” he reassures you, “let it happen.”

as if it was on command, your eyes water— and you shove your head onto his shoulder, finally breaking the barriers you were desperately trying to keep up.

you’re vunerable, a mess, and hitoshi allows you to cry like there’s no tomorrow— only resting his hand on your back, rubbing soft circles there

when you start shaking, hiccups escaping your lips— he panics for a moment, because you’re on the cusp of going into a panic attack

but that’s also when his baritone voice starts giving out soft instructions on stabilizing your breathing pattern. his quirk would always be the very last option.

and when the storm has finally calmed, your eyes flutter— a sudden wave of sleepiness washing over you, and you just allow yourself to fall asleep in his hold

he sighs in relief, and he doesn’t care that his sweater suddenly became soaked with your tears, it allow him to carry some of your burden— he’s just holding you with all of his attention.

his violet irises soften in adoration, and he’s kissing your tears off your cheeks, moving anything out of your face.

hitoshi being hitoshi wouldn’t be able to sleep, but he’ll spend a good moment thinking about what he’ll talk about with you the moment you wake up, and he’ll pask you about your issue, and how he can help.

but for now, he’s just thankful that you have so much trust him— to the point you’re okay with being vunerable around him, and he’s just so proud of you.

“sleep well, kitten. i love you a lot, please remember that.”

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[imagineimpact]

Hello!! I fell in love with your latest Albedo one shot because man, relate😭🤚 Anyways if you are still taking reqs, can I ask for a s/o who supresses their anger? Like, it was put into their mind that anger and also sadness is vunerability they can't show. Pick anyone you want to pair up with them and yeah go wild ig lol

Btw, stay safe and hydrate❤

Perhaps I went a bit off the prompt with this one (my mind went to angst and I ran with it), but alas~

Enjoy!

Stop Hiding

Kaeya x G/N reader

“You don’t mind, do you, love?” Kaeya tapped his fingers on the kitchen counter, leaning across to you.

You stiffen at his words and press your lips into a fine line.

“No. Go ahead.” Your voice is flat.

But Kaeya has heard the words he wants to hear, and so what can you really say when he smiles at you, pushes himself off the counter and mutters a vague ‘I knew you would understand’?

When he comes around the counter to bid you a farewell for the day, his arm wraps around your waist and you feel yourself tense under his touch. He’s quick to notice.

“Are you alright?”

“Perfectly.” You give him a stiff smile. His eyes narrow.

“… right. Well, I’ll see you tomorrow then.” He kisses you on the cheek, a gesture you practically ignore.

He wanders out the door, leaving you alone with your thoughts in the cold of the destitute house.

Kaeya would be working late, so as he says. Why he was lying to you, you weren’t certain.

It’s was the cycle for the past few weeks; He would tell you that he had to work late, and you would stop by the Favonius headquarters to talk to Lisa only to hear about how Kaeya left hours ago.

It was infuriating.

But even as his footsteps trailed away from the house and toward wherever he was going, you kept that stiff smile on your face, the reflection of your pain in the glass cutting into your own self. You drop it. After all, why bother feeling something so horrible?

You have things to get done anyway; It’s not worth your time.

—

That evening, you find yourself wandering the streets of Mondstadt to take your mind off of the thoughts you were having. Unusual for you, you wander towards the seemingly single source of life in this entire city.

The Angel’s Share is brimming with energy and full of lively individuals this evening, as with every other. Diluc stands behind the bar quietly rinsing out a glass and absentmindedly working.

He glances up at you. “Oh, y/n, good to see you.” He gives you a polite smile, eyes returning to the glass. “Can I get you anything?”

“Oh, uh, maybe just some grape juice today. I’m not really feeling great.”

“Hmm. Alright.” His eyes seem to assess you for a moment, then he swiftly spins around to make your drink.

“Unusual for you to be here. If you’re looking for Kaeya, he’s upstairs.”

Your entire body tenses, and you feel yourself shutting down. “Kaeya’s here?”

Diluc looks over at you, actions in pause. “Is that not why you’re here?”

“You’re not kidding, are you?” The question was more like a resignment. Diluc could tell.

He slides the juice over to you. “You didn’t know that Kaeya was-“

“No, I didn’t. It’s fine.” You lift the glass to your lips, pausing just before you liquid touches your lips. “Thank you, for the juice.”

Diluc’s eyes betray him.

When you come to, you follow them and spot a chatty Kaeya talking to another patron with a lack of his energetic smooth self he usually does.

You watch Kaeya slip out of the booth, turning away from his conversation before he spots your gaze.

“Diluc, I’ll have another…” his voice drops to a whisper. “…oh.”

His voice indicates surprise to you, but you can’t bear to look up at him.

“So, working late again, huh?” Your voice is flat, but your grip on the glass of juice tightens, your gaze fixed upon it as if trying to break it with your mind rather than your hands.

“My dear, I swear it’s-“

“Right.” You finish your glass and stand up. “Thank you, Diluc.” You stick your hand into your pocket unceremoniously and take out the coins needed for the drink.

“No need. On the house.” His voice is quiet, as if wanting to leave little impact.

“No, I insist.” You give him a smile. You can tell that he won’t believe it but you can’t be bothered anyway. The coins clink on the counter - you know he won’t take it otherwise.

You turn your smile to Kaeya. “I’ll see you in the- Well, at some point. Right, love?”

Any other words you hear are lost on you as you wander out into the depth of the night, alone.

Kaeya watches you leave, an estranged expression plastered on his face. “They took that well.”

“It’s just like a Favonius knight to lack any proper observational skills or be even slightly investigative. It’s not like it’s part of your job or anything.”

“Don’t use this to slander the knights, Diluc.”

“You’re an idiot.” Diluc takes a long sigh, looking over at his brother. “The rage was seething in their eyes, how could you not tell?”

“Always trying to insist you know more about my own life than I do." He tisked. "If y/n was angry, then there would have been yelling.”

“You’re self absorbed, as always." Diluc lifts your half-empty glass from the counter and starts to clean it. "Kaeya, you have to realise that they don’t express anger the same way you do.”

“They weren’t angry.”

“They were. You could see it if you weren’t so blinded by your own ego.”

Kaeya huffed, but looked to the door.

“Why do you think they think you were here? Why did you lie to y/n?”

“I’m on a case-“

“Then you better go tell them that before they leave you.”

Kaeya laughs a little, then notices Diluc’s expression, flat as ever. The laugh falls off. There was never a joke.

“You’re serious. They… this doesn’t look good, does it?”

The bartender raised an eyebrow at the sudden switch of self-awareness. “The door is right there. You’re banned until you resolve this, one way or another. Get out.”

Kaeya scoffs once more, but couldn’t deny his mistakes.

His footsteps are nervous as they leave the tavern, though speed up drastically as he paces out the door and into the night.

His instinct tells him that his logic is wrong, but his mind tells him that the only logical place for you to go would be back home.

His mind races but his feet move faster than he can think and he’s going to reach you but he needs to know where. He starts running, hoping to catch up to you or at least spot your moving frame in the flickering lights.

You can hear the patter of heavy, striding footsteps leading away from your direction, toward the place you both call home. The stars twinkle above in a quiet peace that can only be meant to mock you.

You’re not sure if you even want to go back home at this point. Can you even call it home?

Even in your solitude, you refuse to show the decrepit weaknesses of a human. Tears refuse to fall from your eyes and you lean against the outer wall of Mondstadt in an attempt to force that shaking of your anger to cease. Even the cold of the wind blowing on your skin is a feeling you refuse to acknowledge. That's the one feeling I should be used to. It's a horrible thought.

You can feel yourself almost cracking - your eyes wander downward to the water below, the cliff a dangerous temptation of freedom.

By no means will you let yourself move, for fear of any display of irrationality you may subject yourself to.

“Stay still.” Your voice whispers to yourself, as if separate. “Freeze.”

The word itself reminds you of him.

A sound shatters the still air around you - the crack of rolling thunder. A storm approaches.

You don’t move.

[levi-snackerman]

Something— Levi x Reader

A Levi x reader fic I wrote at 4am inspired by the Beatles song “Something”. I wasn’t sure where I was going with this fanfic… I hope it’s ok!

Warnings: None, tooth-rotting fluff

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Something in the way she knows, and all I have to do is think of her.

A long drawn out sigh and the sound of scribbling were all you heard as you entered his office. The man spared a single glance of acknowledgment at you, before going back to his work. Your brows furrowed, and without a single word you left the room. With the quiet click of the door, Levi looked up. A small part of him wondered if he upset you, but it was quickly overwhelmed by a heartwarming realisation.

The door clicked again. You came in with a tray, your cup and his, steaming. Two small sugar cubes sat on the side (for you of course), and a stirrer. Levi felt his heart melt at the action, as he did every time you did this. Every time he felt himself utterly swamped with work, you knew what he needed.

Placing the tray down gently on his desk, you gave him a small smile. “Drink.” Was all you said, imitating his trademark bluntness. Levi acted annoyed, letting it a small “tch” and “I don’t have a choice do I?” before pushing his paperwork aside and flexing his fingers, tense from holding his pen for hours. You could see the relief in his eyes as he bought the cup to his lips. His eyes were on you, however, intensely stirring the sugar in your cup.

You. What would he do without you. He never thought he’d have someone like you in his life, who cared about him. At first he was scared, being in a relationship would make him vunerable. But alas, he caved, he could not resist you. Your small displays of affection, your little cute quirks—your affinity for two sugars in tea. Which he had only realised after you sheepishly admitted that you didn’t like your tea black… but had drank it anyway every time he made it you. “B-because I didn’t want you to stop making me it!” You had said, flustered. “I-I appreciated it, really!” He’d felt his heart beat faster at that, you actually enjoyed drinking tea with him. So much so, you feared telling him you didn’t like it black would make him stop. You were too adorable, and he couldn’t quite believe he had you all to himself.

I don’t want to leave her now, you know I believe and how

No, he couldn’t leave you even if he tried.

[genshin-latte]

oh gosh I dunno if I’m sending this in when the ask box is open, I sure hope I am. Could you please write some headcanons about the reader walking in on Diluc crying for the first time (and for the relationship between them, reader and Diluc are very close friends and have crushes on each other but haven’t made any moves yet)? Thank you you’re amazing xx

I did promise I’ll write it skdhei Im sorry it took so long. This turned out longer than expected.. like a scenario... but with points- I hope you don’t mind..

Despite his constant stoic expression, Diluc’s emotions are rather intense. Though it’s something that he’d only let out when he’s alone.

He doesn’t like showing his feelings as he feels like it makes him vunerable, not to anyone and especially not you. So when he cries, he’s confused, devastated and it’s not something to be taken lightly.

That night, your trip took longer than you had expected, it was past mignight when you returned to Monstadt. Adelinde who saw you pass by offered to let you rest inside the winery. Why was she awake at that time? You weren’t sure but you were to tired to dwell on that fact.

You really hadn’t meant to interrupt him. You were only returning from the restroom but after hearing the low sobs from the room next door, you couldn’t simply leave.

So you peeked through the small crack left by the door. It was surprising to say at the least, you hadn’t expected to see Diluc, especially not in this state. Even with his back facing you, you noticed the way his shoulders were shaking and the sound of his small whimpers.

Something tells you, you should leave, pretend you never saw the whole thing but you couldn’t. You could feel your heart clench at the sight, he always had a strong front, what was it? What had hurt him so much?

He didn’t notice you until he feels the weight on one end of the sofa. Upon realizing he immediately turned away, wiped his tears, took a deep breath to compose himself before averting his eyes to you.

“What?” Perhaps he had wanted to ask about what you were doing there but his voice came out hoarse and cracked, it was the only word he managed to say.

“Your lips are bleeding.” You gave him a concerned look, he probably bit it too hard while trying to keep himself from crying.

He closed his eyes, brows furrowing, lips trembling, you could tell he was trying to keep his tears at bay.

You scooted closer, wrapping your arms around him. “It’s alright.” Your hands gently carresed his back. You felt awkward to say the least, but it was the only form of comfort you could think of. Knowing him, he probably doesn’t want to talk about it.

A minute, two minutes passed, he stayed still, still trying to surpress his emotions. Perhaps he’d push you away, perhaps he doesn’t want to open up to you, but you can’t sit there and do nothing.

You were caught in surprise when he finally turned around, burying his face on your shoulder, hands clinging desperately on your back. You could feel the side of your shirt dampening.

The room was silent apart from his quiet sobs. You didn’t realize how much time had passed. You sighed in relief when you feel him finally relax, continuing to stroke his hair.

Another few minute passed, maybe you should take your leave so he could rest or so you thought. As soon as you tried to remove yourself he held you tighter, not giving you a chance to peek at his expression and he muttered his next words, “please stay.”

[yourstruly-thenarrator]

@hello-are-you-there

the narrator rose from the floor in room 427 with a cough and a gasp. he stood up quickly and gave himself a once over whilst grumbling. "insaine fuckin... cultist, narrator wannabe..." he spoke to himself. once he was sure he was alright, he looked around the office for a moment, remembering what he was there to do.

he found... nothing. nothing but a disgusting office space. a mix of worry, confusion and anger bubbled inside him. "STANLEY?" he yelled out into the office. he waited for a moment.... nothing. "STANLEY, SAY SOMTHING. EVEN IF I CANT UNDERSTAND JUST- SAY SOMTHING AND ILL COME GET YOU, OKAY?"

and he waited... nothing. the narrator sighed and slumped onto the floor. "god damn it, stanley... where are you..." he looked up again, stairing into nothing, when he noticed the computer screen. it was turned off, completley black. Thats not what intrested him however. it was what he saw in the reflection. the side if the room oposite the computer was completley missing its textures. the narrator looked to that side of the room, and it looked completley normal. well, aside from how decrepit it seemed.

normally the narrator wouldve chalked it up to nothing but lazyness from whoever happend to run this office, but seeing the signature black and pink tiles made the narrator desperate. he closed the main 4 of his eyes, and his large one began to glow slightly. he focused all of his energy on seeing in the fourth dimension. it took... so much more of his energy than it should have, just to see the entierty of the single room he was in. how many layers did this office HAVE...? the narrator saw... a few people. leaving the office, talking at the ceiling, poking around. he tried to focus in on one layer of this office speficically and... there! there he was! "stanley"! the narrator tried to speak, to project his voice out to the sullen seeming mass on the floor. but he couldnt. with just how much power it took him to merly see stanley, he had no feasable way of comunicating with it. let alone physically getting to it.

the rest of the narrators eyes shot open, and his eye of omnipotence closed. he was completly spent of his "magical" energy. he felt very... naked, without it. expesually in such a foreign place. he had no way of knowing what would come ahead of him. he felt so... human. the thought disgusted him. he could stay here and recharge, but he felt... stupidly determined to find a way to get to stanley. hed been here for god knows how long all on his own, and as much as he refused to admit it... the narrat- skips cared for "stanleys" well being.

before he stepped out of the office, into the unknown, he did what hes always done best. he wrote. he wrote a note for stanley and left it near where he belived to have seen it. the note read;

stanley. this is the narrator. your narrator. im here, and im looking for you. im doing all i can to find you. if you have found this and are not stanley, please leave the note where you found it. if you have found my stanley. please, keep him safe.

-Yours truly, The Narrator.

skips read over the note a few times before leaving it. he felt awfully vunerable about what he had written, but it was too late now. he took a deep breath, and stepped out of office number 427.

[oddaodd]

Hey if you don’t have too many requests, could you write a soft Tommy Shelby imagine where he’s soending the night at reader’s for the first time and since she’s there he doesn’t get the nightmares (power of love ya know?)

But she wakes up in the middle of the night (for whatever reason) and leave the bed, as he’s still deep in his sleep, the nightmares start coming back. When she notices something is wrong, she wakes him up. He gets all vunerable and ashamed for what just happened but she does her best to help, she lets him rest on her, she caresses his hair and he falls back asleep

I don’t know it’s just an idea like that, no pressure if you don’t want to write it 💓

A Mundane Occurrence Heavy With Significance. 

Author’s note: Thank you for requesting this, I loved writing it and i hope you enjoy it! ❤️

Warnings: none that I can think of.

His body laying next to Hers. His deep in slumber, chest rising and falling with each soft breath he drew. Hers, matching the softness of his breathing and unmaching his sleeping state.

It was the most mundane of occurrences, heavy  with significance. Mundane for many, but not for them. In fact that was the first night that particular occurrence occurred. He always left after making love to her.  It troubled her at first, but grew accustomed to it after a while. However that night he surprised her by pulling her close to him after their ecstatic breathings had gone back to normal. Maybe it was because of the rain violently coming down outside or maybe because he was finally ready to sleep next to her. Either way she was on cloud 9.

She let out a happy sigh as they both immersed into a comfortable silence. The rain tapping on the window being the only sound around them. For a strange reason, sleep seemed to be avoiding her, only coming to her lover, providing him with a rare tranquil sleep. He couldn't hear the shovels, just pure, pitch black relief from the day behind him, occasional flashes of abstract dreams screening in his mind. 

Time slipped by forcing her to give up on her pursuit for sleep. She carefully got out of his grasp and out of bed, effortlessly putting on his shirt, that she distinctively remembered tossing to the floor, before making her way to sit on the chair she kept by her bedroom window. 

 She grabbed a leather-bound notebook that rested on a tiny table next to the chair she sat at and opened it. The soft moon light filtered through the rain clouds that entered through her window provided her with just the necessary amount of light to be able to write and unburden her mind. Finding a blank page among the many full ones she began writing hoping for it to lull her to sleep. A page later her eyes  shifted from her written thoughts to tommy’s sleeping figure. She smiled at the sight as the idea to draw him popped into her mind.

She began guiding her pen across the paper, trying her best to capture the uncommon sight so that she could revisit it in future days. Just when she was sketching his cheekbones he stirred in his sleep ever so softly. She didn’t pay much mind to it at first, but what stated with a soft movement soon developed into heavy breathing and pants.

Concerned rising, she stood up leaving her notebook and drawing behind to go sit on the bed next to him. She softly called his name in hopes that her voice would wake him but it didn’t have the effect she wanted.

“Tommy, love” she tried again, this time placing her hand on his shoulder. The moment she touched him he jolted awake, sitting up, looking at his surroundings, his breathing still heavy. When his eyes fell on her she right away could see what they desperately tried to conceal. Shame.

He noticed what she saw and wasted no time in getting out of bed to go and find his clothes.  She watched him unsure of what to do as he put on his trousers, not daring to look at her. “I have to go”

“But it’s pouring” said she as she got out of bed and hesitantly walked towards him. Not wanting him to leave, fearing that the rain wasn’t enough to make him stay any longer.

He looked around the room in search for a missing piece of clothing and stopped when his eyes fell on her one more time. He hadn’t noticed she had been wearing what he was looking for before. Once she realized he was looking at his shirt she assumed he needed it so with sad fingers she started unbuttoning it, but stopped when she saw his stare was lost. His mind deep under, in the tunnels with death and darkness to keep him company.  Still holding onto the shirt she asked “Tommy?”

Her voice brought him back to her apartment and finnaly dared to look into her eyes. Once again she saw the vulnerability behind them. Not listening to the voice in her head telling her to just let him go, she timidly walked closer to him and wrapped her arms around his waist. She listened to his rapid heartbeat and sighed softly.

“Stay” she whispered pleadingly.

He sighed heavily and wrapped his arms around her. “Sorry for waking you” he said, not wanting to leave her, but extremely ashamed that he let her see him like that.

“I was already awake” she reassured parting from him, holding his hands in hers. “Do you want your shirt?”

He whispered a sad “No” enjoying the sight of her in his clothes a bit too much.

“Lets go back to bed, then” she softly suggested.

After another sigh he let her guide him back, her hand never letting go of his. He got in her bed after her and laid on his side. Facing her, he let his forehead rest against hers.

“Do you want to talk about it?” She asked

“It was just the shovels” he dismissed, not quite ready to bear his soul to her yet. Instead his arm found her waist and for the second time that night, he pulled her towards him. She let him rest his head on her chest. Her heartbeat, unbeknownst to her significantly grounding Tommy. Feeling her fingers run through his hair, he convinced himself that that was as close to heaven as he was going to get. Unbeknownst to him, she thought the exact same thing regarding her own belonging to heaven as she noticed him falling into slumber again only that this time, she too fell. 

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Betrothed Ch. 5 - Illumi Zoldyck x Reader

Chapter 5 - Balmy

Summary: Your husband gradually learns what it means to crave you. But his trauma reaches deeper than you could imagine.

Warnings: Oral sex (male recieving), Angst.

Words: 2255

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A/N: Fun fact I wrote this at 2am on the Tumblr App kill me

"I didn't know you were a dancer!”

"I'm not" your husband retorted while effortlessly swirling you around and catching you in his arms.

You didn't expect him to be this good when you persuaded him into dancing, calling it ‘exercise’ so he’d agree. Well, to be perfectly honest, you just wanted to enjoy being close to him.

Of course he had perfect control over his body. It was Illumi, after all.

"You're so amazing" you whispered into his shirt, cheek pressed against his chest as both of you slowly moved to the music.

His heartbeat was always so calm, wildly different from yours.

"And you should not idolize me."

Looking up to the tall man, you stared at him with interrogating eyes. "Why?

"I told you already. I'm a monster."

His words only made you deepen the embrace, your fingers almost tearing on his clothes as they ran down Illumi's back.

"It's true, Y/N. I need to kill in order to feel alive." As if he could read your thoughts, Illumi reassuringly pat your head. "Don't be sad."

How could you not be?

The past months of your marriage were very troublesome for your husband - and you knew very well that you were the reason for it.

You were slowly but steadily tearing down the wall he had so carefully built around his conscience, making him question his actions and the indoctrination of his family.

It would still be a long way, but you were sure that all of this was very confusing for him.

You had figured that Illumi had been a very sensitive child in the past, mentally broken to fit into the life of an assassin.

The dance came to a sudden hold when you grabbed his shirt, forcing him down to your height for a kiss.

Your husband would always give in to your touch, even though he felt like his lips would stain your bright self.

"Let...let me prove you wrong, Lumi" you breathed into his mouth as your lips parted, leading his hands to your waist. "Please."

He wanted to object or ask what you meant, but you already intertwined your hands with his, signalizing him to follow your lead.

Right now, the only thing in your mind was to help him feel human again.

Only a few minutes later, you found yourself entering the bedroom to an already naked Illumi.

It was oddly surprising that Illumi had accepted your wish so quickly, making you even more nervous.

This was no time to be unsure: You were determined to be his.

Were you really ready?

Get yourself together, damn it!

"Do you like it?" you shyly asked, presenting your bare form to your husband. "How do I look?"

Of course you could've chosen nice lingerie, but you wanted him to see you as you were.

Pure and vulnerable. He should know you inside out.

Of course Illumi had his own way of approving.

"Acceptable" he spoke after taking in your appearance as if to evaluate you. "I guess common people would be aroused by the sight."

At least the awkwardness of your husband managed to brighten up the atmosphere.

You snorted at his comment as you climbed into the bed with him. "I take that as a compliment."

"It was meant as one." His eyes were practically glued to you, running up and down your body.

Illumi was stiffly laying on his back, seemingly on high alert for whatever reason.

"Touch me all you like, Lumi." This was both your first time, so why not experiment on what felt good for both of you?

His body was a sight for the sore eyes, raven hair contrasting his delicate porcellain skin.

And little did you know he felt the same about you.

Just the way he was raised, Illumi listened to the command.

His fingertips were ghosting over your shoulders, adorably unaware about how to start.

"Go on" you praised with an affirming voice, smiling at him as brightly as possible.

With swift movements, Illumi's hand ran over your chest, along your waist to your hips, softly squeezing the flesh on your thight.

"No no, it's fine." You touched his cheek, leading his lips to yours once again.

A soft moan escaped your lips, making him blink at the foreign sound.

Illumi felt his chest tighten alone at the possibility of having hurt you.

The soft kiss soon turned more wild, almost exploring as your tongue ran over his lips before entering his mouth.

Of course he was going along with everything, but his lack of reaction made you unsure, so you pulled back.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Y/N? There's no need to rush."

You were flattered by your husband's worry and care, yet it felt like he was getting cold feet himself.

Straddling his waist, you felt a sudden confidence blooming in your chest.

Making Illumi feel good would suffice for today.

You had so much as the rest of your lives together, after all.

"Never been more sure about anything in my life" you whispered into his ear, starting placing tender kisses from his air along his neck, stopping at the shoulder.

Slowly but steadily, you began to work your way down - hands firmly caressing his sides as you simultaneously traced his chest and belly with kisses, leaving goosebumps along the way.

This was your work, you told yourself. You had that kind of effect on him.

As soon as you marked his loin with yet another, smooth kiss, your husband stopped you.

"Y/N" he breathed out and for a second he had to actually pull himself together. "There's no need for that. I can start whenever I want."

There it was again - his perfect self-control.

Of course you knew he didn't need any foreplay. His body would listen to his every command. It was trained to function, after all.

You felt something hard twitching under you, making you feel a sudden heat into your guts.

But that was not the point. And not what you wanted, either.

“Please, Lumi...”

No answer. That meant you may continue.

“Let me try something” you almost begged as you placed yourself between his parted legs, hands running up his thighs.

Illumi didn't seem to disapprove.

Lust was enhancing your senses a thousandfold, knowing one of the most deadliest assassins was laying right under you - completely at your mercy.

He wasn’t ticklish. Of course he wasn’t.

But you could feel that the way your fingers dancing over his lends still prickled on his skin. “How does it feel?”

“Not bad, i think.” His eyes were hard to read at that moment, laced with many emotions at once.

Of course he had masturbated some times before. He was still a functioning human being, sometimes unable to resist those natural needs.

But it has always been mechanical and rough, to get rid of that bothersome feeling as quick as possible.

Yet the sensations you teached Illumi right now were foreign to him. Pleasure, want, closeness...He was both intrigued and afraid of them.

And he knew he needed more.

Grabbing his shaft and rubbing the tip with your thumb, you demanded “Not enough. I want to make you feel good.”

And your husband trusted you enough to let anything you planned for him to happen.

You knew Illumi was secretly afraid of losing control.

Killing. Needlemen.

Manipulating his siblings.

All of this were desperate attempts to try and gain back at least a fraction of control he lost due to his upbringing - even if it was only an illusion he created himself.

So this moment, right here and now, was a very vunerable one.

"Beautiful" he spoke in a low voice, caughing you off guard.

If you weren't already that aroused, you'd probably get incredibly jittery - but right now, it only strenghtened your wish to exchange all of his hurt with full pleasure.

So instead of answering, you focused completely on him.

A sound of pleasure escaped your throat, wetting your lips as you lowered yourself onto him.

His cock sprung up taunt while you ran your tongue over it, and he sharply breathed in.

In your arousal, you began pumping his cock and simultaneously fondledwith his balls as you gently sucked the tip.

As you tried to swallow as much of his lenght as you could, you looked up into Illumi’s indifferent eyes. They were stuck on you, eagerly observing every single move and sound you made.

The relaxation you felt in his body was quickly replaced with a positive tension, his hands trying to assist holding you in place as you found his weak spot.

Your grip on his shaft was firm yet soft, enhancing the speed as you noticed how his hips began moving on it’s own, basically thrusting into your mouth.

Tasting drips of his precum only made you go wilder, moaning in extasy as you bobbed up and down on his pulsating cock.

Frantically moving your head, you tried to figure out what felt good for your husband, noticing every little twitch or shift.

Suddenly, you felt his cock swell one last time, growing thick in your mouth as he balled a fist in the sheets.

Strings of cum filled your cheeks as he fully pushed your head onto his cock, squinting his eyes together as he let out a deep, aggravated sigh.

Your look wouldn't falter as you observed his expression. Illumi's unaffected look quickly returned, petting your head as he watched you swallow his seed.

Illumi abruptly brought you into his arms, kissing you as if he needed to breathe you in while the afterwaves of his orgasm shook through his body.

"What a waste" he mumbled into your lightening up face as you tried ti calm down from that breathtaking moment.

"But you came!" you retorted cheerfully, snuggling onto his chest as he placed an arm around you. “Can’t be all that bad, you grinch.”

Illumi furrowed his brows as you poked his forehead, before burying his face into your neck. "Well, guess I didn't want to disrespect your efforts."

For a moment, you thought to recognize disappointment in his eyes. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No. It felt...great." Illumi absentmindedly pecked a kiss on your forehead. "But I didn't do anything for you."

“Oh, dear!” you chuckled shyly, already pleasured just from seeing him cum. “You have more than enough time to repay me. The next lession will be that, then?”

“Whatever.”

“See? You’re a kind person...in some ways.” Your aura was hard to bear for Illumi at some times. It was so pure and full of honest affection - nothing he could ever understand how he deserved something like that.

“You don’t need friends.”

Illumi was still wide awake, watching over you like a guard dog. Yet while you were sleeping soundly, he couldn’t get the voice of his mother out of his head. And the statement - no, the commandment - he passed on to his younger siblings.

“They’ll all eventually betray you some day. And even if they don’t: You’ll grow tired of them, ultimatively ending up killing them.”

A blurry face flashed in front of his inner eye - yes. He had almost forgotten. He had a friend back then. One of the butlers in training, and probably the only one who wasn’t afraid to aproach him.

But in the end, young Illumi killed him. It was an accident, really. As a child, he had a great temper and couldn’t contain his powers very well.

Illumi didn’t know how to properly interact with people. So just as he saw his family treating people they cared about, he wanted to control his only friend. Manipulated and abused him. Maybe he went a bit overboard.

And when he saw the boy getting along with someone else, Illumi snapped.

“Friends are obsolete” his mother consoled him back then. “Family are the only persons that matter.”

After that, Illumi never dared to make friends again. Not because he wasn’t keen of his family’s displeasure, no.

He was afraid of hurting them because of what he was.

“Y/N will end up betraying you...How could she ever love you the way you are? You have no right to have friends.”

The words in his head got louder and louder, spiraling into a dangerous pit of despair.

“One day, Y/N will see what kind of monster you are and run from you to save herself.”

Wait.

There was another way.

His mind was racing, but he already felt a needle in between his fingers.

Like this, you would always be loyal. You could never leave or betray you.

His breathing hitched as he realized your eyes were suddenly wide open.

"What are you brooding about?"

It just made no sense.

Even half-asleep you should be able to see the needle and read the situation - yet you opened your arms wide for a hug.

"Y/N..."

"You won't do it."

Illumi couldn't keep his mouth closed at how firm your words were.

Why did you doubt a madman like him couldn't do something that fit his profile so well?

"How are you so sure?"

You cupped his face in your hands, slowly bringing it down to yours.

And then it dawned to him: He knew the answer all along.

"Because I love you, Illumi Zoldyck."

"You wha-" Bringing your lips onto his, you silenced any attempt of arguing about that fact.

Not even your husband himself could change the way you were feeling.

You knew those words held too much meaning for him to ever understand. But it didn't matter if he was able to feel the same. You'd always stay at his side. That was enough for you.

At that moment, he couldn't help but wonder what you made him become.

"My life already belongs to you, Lumi.”

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falling for you

kamado tanjiro x reader

training turned tension starters, “...do we always end up on top of each other?”

summary: the two times you fall onto him, and the one time he falls onto you.

word count: 1,800+

warnings: minor injuries, fighting demons, just a tiny bit of suggestiveness mainly just fluff tho :)

a/n: i enjoyed writing this *so much* holy shit

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The first time you “fell for him” was during the Final Selection.

Dusk was settling over the forest fast, and you were snoring away in a dreamless sleep. You were currently high up in one of the trees laying on a branch with your back to the trunk, your Nichirin blade laying across your lap. 

This had quickly become a routine for you; regain your energy by sleeping during the day, and slay the demons in the forest at night. But the exhaustion must have finally settled in, and you haven’t woken up yet despite the setting sun. 

On the forest floor, a young demon slayer with a hanafuda earrings was already awake and alert, prepared for the night to come. As the wind shifted direction, his nose caught the scent of... someone new? Under the first layer of dirt and dried blood (an expected combination that he had become familiar with), he caught the faint scent of cherry blossoms and something that vaguely reminded him of warmth. 

Tanjiro closed his eyes in concentration as he tried to pinpoint the owner. With a little "oh!”, he found himself looking up towards the tree tops where he caught a glimpse of you sitting on a branch. 

“Ah, that makes sense.” he said with a smile. With all of the other demon slayers scattered around the forest, it had been a little while since he had come in contact with another person. 

Should he try to get your attention? Night was quickly approaching and it would be immoral for him to just leave you there vunerable.... and it didn’t look like you were going to wake up any time soon with how deep in sleep you were.

“Umm.. Excuse me?” He cupped his hands and tried to call up. 

Not even a peep from you. You snored away, blissfully unaware. Tanjiro tried again, this time a little louder. “Hello?” 

A twitch of the leg. Hey, at least he was getting somewhere!

And finally, after one last “HELLO???” you jerked awake with a loud gasp, sitting upright with too much momentum. Tanjiro’s eyes widened as he saw you lose your balance and not-so-gracefully tumble out of the tree. 

You yelped in fear, preparing to hit the ground before you were caught in someone’s sturdy arms. But nothing could have prepared Tanjiro for the impact, and you both crashed to the ground, which was still better than falling straight to the ground out of a tree.

“Ouch...” You rubbed your head a little before you realized that you were currently interlaced with someone else. Your eyes met with gentle dark red ones and at last you said, “Oh my god! I am so so sorry--” as you helped him up. 

The demon slayer laughed brightly as he took your hand. 

"It’s no problem! Really, it was my fault for surprising you in the first place.” He commented with a nonchalant smile. He looked really handsome when he did that, especially in the last few rays of light before nightfall.

 You smiled back with a light blush on your face. “Nah, it’s okay. I’m [Name], it’s nice to meet you!” you introduced. 

“Nice to meet you, [Name],” he said brightly. “My name is Kamado Tanjiro. Want to stick together until we’re out of this forest?”

-- -- --

The second time you “fell for him” was on Natagumo Mountain, against the Spider Family. 

After the Final Selection a few months back, you and Tanjiro accompanied each other through every mission. You actually got along really well with him, and his kind-hearted nature let you two bond together seamlessly. 

Along the way, you got to meet with his sister Nezuko, who (after you got over the initial shock of) you discovered was very sweet and filled with curiosity. Zenitsu was a real oddball at first, begging you to marry him and later clinging to you at the Drum House. But, like with most people, he grew on you after some time, and you enjoyed teasing him about his loneliness (to which he would playfully hit you with his sleeves and halfheartedly cry in denial). Inosuke on the other hand... was an interesting thing. Some days, he would quietly absorb your praise as he processed your kindness to him, and other days he would yell at you to fight him so that he could confirm his strength. 

This little group of weirdo’s that you’ve somehow been wrapped up in has found its way into your heart, and you wouldn’t trade them for the world. Yes, you valued your friendship with them, but you couldn’t help feeling that what you had with Tanjiro was... different. 

The four of you (and Nezuko) were currently deep in the Natagumo forest, clashing swords with the puppet Mizunotos. 

As your blade met a puppet’s with a sharp clang, you gritted your teeth and called out to Tanjiro, “There’s a few more over here! How do they just keep coming--” 

Before you could finish your sentence, you hardly realized that the tiny spiders had connected their threads to your arms and shoulders, and you were pulled up into the trees, wrists tied together. 

Tanjiro whipped around when he heard your cry and the sound of your sword falling. 

“[Name]!” He gasped, abandoning his current fight with a different puppet. Your arm was being pulled into a brutal position and tears welled up in your eyes as you cried out in pain. 

His body moved before he could even process it, and before he knew it, he had slashed the threads holding you in place, dropping you both to the ground. With a crash that was all to similar to the first time you met, this time you found yourself on top of him while he looked up at you concerned.

 “Shit, [Name] are you okay?” He asked worriedly. You brushed the tears from your eyes as you quickly nodded and confirmed, “..Yeah, I’m alright. Thank you, Tanjiro. That could have gotten really nasty.” 

“Of course.. but will you be able to fight with that arm?” His eyes scanned you for any more injuries. You gave him a reassuring smile. “It was my non-dominant arm. They’ll have to try a lot harder to get me!” 

Tanjiro let out a breath of relief that he didn’t know he was holding. 

“Thank goodness. You’re really important to me.” His eyes widened before he stuttered out, “I-I mean, what I was trying to say was--” 

It was only then that he realized that you were still on top of him, and a blush steadily grew onto his face as he froze. He could feel the warmth of your body through your uniform, and as a fleeting thought, he concluded that he really enjoyed your scent this close up--

“HEY! QUIT YOUR YAPPING!” Inosuke interrupted, as he charged towards you both with the intention of head-butting you both. 

“eep!”

-- -- --

For the third and (hopefully) final time, it was actually Tanjiro that fell for you. 

All of you guys had been staying at the Butterfly Estate under the care of Shinobu and the other kind girls. You came out of the Natagumo attack with relatively light injuries, except for your arm, which you later found out had small fractures in it that needed a few weeks to fully heal, and a shoulder strain. But Tanjiro, Zenitsu and Inosuke had it the worst, with a large handful of concerning injuries spread between all of them. 

Even as your arm recovered, you still stayed at the Mansion to partake in the daily training exercises and practicing Total Concentration: Constant. Tanjiro was the one working the hardest to master this, and to your bewilderment, he even went out on the rooftop while everyone was asleep to fully immerse himself. 

You rubbed the sleep from your eyes as you glanced around the room, realizing that Tanjiro’s bed was empty.

‘Is he out meditating again?’ you wondered. 

 Inosuke laid on your left side sprawled out in a star-fish fashion, his boar’s head still on his shoulders even in sleep. A few beds over, Zenitsu was curled up in the fetal position while he snored remarkably loud.

 ‘One of these nights I’m going to smother him with a pillow--’ you thought while you slid your legs out of bed and shuffled over to the door, shivering at the cold ground. 

Just as you thought, Tanjiro was sitting on the rooftop, eyes closed, sit in a criss-cross fashion to keep himself upright. You sighed as you carefully climbed up to sit beside him, gently coaxing him out of his meditation with the soft calling of his name. 

‘--anjiro. Tanjiro..?’ He opened his eyes to see you already looking at him, with pink dusted over your cheeks. You hoped that your blush could be passed off as an indication of the cold air. Definitely not my feelings for Tanjiro, nope. 

Your lips quirked up, making his heat beat a just a tad bit faster at the sight. “Sorry to bother you,” You tucked some hair behind your ear. “I got a little curious when I saw that you weren’t in your bed.” 

“Don’t worry about it! It’s a little chilly out, so lets go back inside.” He stood up and reached his roughened hand out for you to steady yourself onto. Once he felt your softer hand in his, the butterflies in his stomach that he was trying so hard to brush off erupted, and he couldn’t fight the beaming of his smile. 

And once you saw him smile, you knew it was over for you too.

As you both made your way down from the roof, Tanjiro’s hand slipped from yours as he lost footing with a yelp. 

“T-Tanjiro!” You reacted as quick as you could, your practiced reflexes jumping into action as you caught him before he could hit the ground. You dove into a roll so that you didn’t hurt him, and ended up with his legs tangled in yours. 

This time the roles were switched as you held him in your arms, both of you sharing the same wide-eyed expression. Tanjiro was the first one to snap out of it, asking “..Do we always end up on top of each other?” with a soft smile. 

You quickly stood up with him and began your stuttering apology before he cut you off.

“What are you--” Tanjiro gently shushed you by pulling you by the waist and pressing his lips against yours. Your whole body froze up as you realized that Tanjiro was kissing you.

He broke the kiss after a second and immediately gasped, letting out a hurried “I’m so sorry-- I should have asked you first!” He closed his eyes and prepared to face the backlash. 

But he faced none as he was only met with the feeling of soft lips against his own.

 Once he understood that you were okay with it (more than okay with it), he smiled against your lips and pressed your warm body into his. In return, your hands found their way around his neck and into the curls of his dark red hair. 

Somewhere in between all of the tumbles you both took, you must have truly fallen for each other.