#the blank bullet points are on purpose dont worry

[stellaricwriting-archive]

DBD AU- Techno PT 2

Techno/Reader, Dead By Daylight au

warnings for dark themes, horror, death, consensual murder, stalking, knots, strangulation, long ass post 

It becomes noticeable when you start venturing out further away from the campfire, scavenging in the woods for flashlight batteries, a medkit, anything helpful. You’re long used to the feeling of being watched in the woods, though lately it feels… More.

You’re deep in the woods again, trying to reach a half rusted metal lockbox wedged into a tree when you feel it. You can’t describe the feeling, but one moment you’re straining to reach the box and the next you’re staring into the glowing eyes of The Blood God from across the tiny clearing.

He doesn’t move, and you find yourself slowly relaxing from the position you were straining in, settling back on your feet and resting the hand that had been reaching up on the trunk of the tree.

You just… watch each other for what feels like a lifetime, some kind of energy drawing you together, but then he’s slowly moving towards you. You watch as he stops just in front of you, so close you can feel his body heat, and after a beat, he breaks eye contact. 

Instead, he looks up into the tree, and pries the lockbox out. He holds it for a moment, studying it awkwardly, and then he’s pressing it into your hands, and stepping back.

He doesn’t return to the other side of the clearing, just steps away to what you judge to be just out of arm's reach for him.

You thank him quietly, and watch as he gives a low rumble in response, looking away from you as if bashful. It’s… cute.

The box ends up having a pretty decent medkit in it, and you sag slightly in relief knowing you’ll be that much better off come the next trial. As you keep moving through the woods, searching out anything that could come useful, The Blood God follows. He never comes too close, and he never once makes a move to hurt you. Somehow, his company is the most comforting thing you’ve felt since finding yourself in the Entity’s realm.

When you leave the woods, he lingers in the treeline, and it’s only after you turn and wave that he vanishes back into the shadows. 

You don’t tell anyone.

It keeps happening, though. Every time you go explore, mentally mapping out the parts of this hellscape you’re allowed to wander, or just scavenging for items, The Blood God is there, keeping you company.

He slowly gets closer, moving from arm’s reach to eventually being by your side. The heat that rolls off him chases away any chill, and his presence makes you feel safe, and then safer still when you catch the pale features of The Shape watching you through the trees one time, only to be scared off by the vicious snarl that rips out of The Blood God upon seeing him.

He begins touching you sometimes, the softest brush of his claws over your hair, a gentle but firm grip on your shoulder turning you so you see whatever treasure he’s spotted for you.

You wonder sometimes, what exactly makes you special to him. Why he spends time with you, protects you… 

Why in every trial you see him in, the moment he notices you, he abandons other prey to chase you.

You start getting a reputation among your fellow survivors, at first it was concerned glances, getting singled out by a killer is never a good thing, after all. As time passed, and it became clear that you didn’t mind dying to his hand, it became a joke, of sorts. A ribbing, mind keeping him occupied while we get out, Acolyte? 

You didn’t mind, though. Dying to The Blood God felt the same as the first time. Like a dream, like it was meant to be that way, like every slice of his axe was fate. The chase becomes a game, and more often than not you find yourself smiling as you lead him in circles, not because you’re getting away, but because you know he’ll always catch you.

Then, things change.

You’re in another trial, the killer not having shown themself, and the only survivor you’ve found is David. He gave you a grin when he saw you, and you roll your eyes despite your smile. He’s annoying at times, a roguish flirt, doing his best to make you smile. It’s not so bad at the campfire, but in matches you find it a little much.

You’re working on a generator together, and next to you David swears as his fingers fumble and it goes off with a loud bang. You scramble to get up, to run away from there, the killer alerted to it for sure, but you slip. David catches you by the arm and drags you up, wrapping an arm around your shoulder to support you as he prepares to all but hurl you over the nearby palette.

You both freeze at the roar behind you, the sound monstrous and angry, and you can see over David’s shoulder that it’s him. The Blood God. 

He charges forward, and David shoves you away as he tries to avoid the blow, the tip of the axe just catching his shoulder and ripping his jacket. You stumble back, disoriented, and watch as The Blood God’s gaze turns to you. 

He sweeps your feet out from under you, and from where you fall on the ground you watch David give you a helpless, apologetic look as he scrambles away into the foliage. A rumble turns your gaze above you, and you startle when you realize that instead of standing over you, The Blood God is so much closer.

He pins you to the ground, one large hand keeping your wrists together and pinned to the dirt. With the other, he pushes up the mask you’ve never seen him without, and your breath catches in your chest.

Your first thought is his eyes really are that red.

They glow with eerie light, slit pupils blown wide as he looks down at you. Scars stretch across his face, and two sharp tusks jut out from his bottom lip. Long hair spills out of what looks like a messy braid, and you’re enchanted by how it’s a soft pink. 

He stares down at you, brows knitted as he watches your face carefully, searching for something. You don’t know what he’s looking for, but he finds it, face softening out of what you realize was something possessive, jealous even.

And then he’s even closer, and the world around you melts away into something dizzy and dreamlike as he kisses you. It’s hungry, almost desperate in the way he brings his free hand up to your cheek, in the way he barely wants to pull away.

He’s settling between your thighs, and you wonder when you spread them open for him, when you wrapped them around his waist, but you don’t care anymore, just try to drag him closer with them.

He’s ripping your clothes away, snarling as his claws snag on them, and then his fingers are pressing into you, making you gasp and keen as he moves them, like he knows all the places to touch to drive you insane as quickly as possible.

You’re moaning and whining, you realize, your head thrown back as he works you to an orgasm, his mouth on your neck, sucking and biting marks that would be impossible to hide if they lasted outside the trial. 

You open your eyes, unsure when you closed them, and find yourself making eye contact with David, his eyes wide, a hand over his mouth, as he hides half behind a palette. You don’t get the chance to process it much though, as The Blood God lets go of your wrists in favor of touching you.

A strong hand running down your chest, smoothing over your hip, and then he’s touching you and you’re cumming with a cry, a name you’ve never heard before slipping past your lips.

Against your neck, you feel Techno’s sharp smile, the victory of making you remember him, and he presses a last kiss to a fresh mark before pulling back to look at you, his eyes raking over your body. He pulls his fingers from you, and your whole body feels hot as you watch him lick them clean. 

You don’t know when he undressed, but when he ducks down to kiss you again, you feel the hot press of his cock against you, and you whine, bucking your hips, unsure if you want him in you or if you’re too sensitive still.

The slide into you stretches you in a way that you didn’t know you needed, you craved desperately, until he was filling you. It’s perfect, and when you feel his knot nudging against your entrance you moan his name again.

Your mind goes blank as he fucks you, pleasure overtaking you. All you can do is cling to him, moaning and sobbing as he fucks orgasm after orgasm out of you. You realize briefly at one point that he’s saying something, and when you try to focus to hear it, you realize he’s snarling a litany of mine, and missed you into your skin.

Distantly, you think you hear the sounds of one of the doors being opened, your other survivors escaping, but you can’t bring yourself to care, to think of anything but the way Techno groans as you tangle your fingers in his hair.

The way he purrs as he comes inside you makes your eyes roll back as you cum one last time, your whole body falling limp as exhaustion takes you. Techno nudges his forehead to yours and you look up at him with lidded eyes. 

When you make eye contact, you know.

It’s you who decides, reaching out for his wrist, and pulling his hand to your throat. You watch his eyes go dark again as his pupils expand, and he kisses you softly one more time before his hands are closing on your throat. Your vision darkens as dizziness takes you, the lack of air making you float off into nothingness. 

Next thing you know, you’re at the campfire. 

You find out it was Kate and Jake in the trial with you, as they apologize for not coming to find you and David before leaving.

You wave off their apology, as does David, but he can’t look you in the eye, and you notice that he’s unfailingly polite with you now. It’s almost funny, and somehow you can’t feel the embarrassment you know you would have, once.

The next time you wander into the forest, Techno is there, sliding his mask off and purring as he ducks down to press your foreheads together.

Time is hard to track in the Entity’s realm, but you grow used to spending most of your time in the fog and the trees, Techno at your side.

Sometimes you just wander together, sometimes you find yourself dozing against his side

Sometimes he presses you up against a tree and fucks you full, crooning your name, you think he’s the only person who knows it, who can use it. Other times, he presses you gently into the moss covered ground, rocks into you gently and whispers devotion into your skin. 

You’re his, his Acolyte to keep and care for.

But he’s yours too, your God to love and adore.

Forever

[winter-soldier-vibes]

Best Girl (Steve Rogers x reader)

Best Girl

Steve x reader 

Word count: 1673

Warnings: self harm, depression, self hatred

Summary: Reader self harms because she feels that she deserves the pain. Steve comforts her.

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You really did want to tell him. You had lived with the Avengers since Civil War, and had become close to Steve soon after. Your boyfriend of 6 months, Steve Rogers was the only man that you trusted with anything. That is, everything but one thing.

A few months ago, a mission went wrong. Some mistakes were made and you, Clint, and Steve were almost killed. Correction, mistakes you made had almost gotten all of you killed. You had noticed some innocents standing by next to the line of fire, and something tugged at your heartstrings enough to run to help them. You had to call for backup, and you all just barely escaped getting shot. That is, except for Steve. He got shot in the shoulder.

You blamed yourself. Steve healed quickly, because of the serum coursing through his veins, and he was fine within a matter of days. The same couldn’t be said for you. You apologized every chance you got, and though he assured you that it wasn’t your fault, you still blamed yourself for everything that happened that day. Including that night.

You stared at yourself in the mirror for a long time that night, white knuckles gripping the edge of the sink. You couldn’t stop thinking about what would have happened if he was shot a couple of inches over, in his chest. That would have been your fault. Blood on your hands. And you couldn’t help but tell yourself

It shou;d have been me. 

You didn’t think that you deserved to get away unscathed. Sure, you had some scrapes and bruises, but your boyfriend got a bullet in his shoulder. And that bullet should have been in yours. You felt that you deserved that. 

You deserved pain

You deserve to suffer

And so you went back to your bedside table and grabbed the sharp dagger that sat on it. You went back into the bathroom and stared at it glinting in the light. You hadn’t ever done this before, and you wondered if you really should do this

Then Steve’s pained groans filled your memory, causing you to wince and shake your head, trying to forget how you caused that to happen. Making up your mind, you dragged the blade across your thigh. Wincing even more you looked down to only see small beads of blood making their way to the surface. You groaned...you couldn’t even do this right!

More determined this time, you dragged it across, faster and with less hesitation. This one stung a little more, and the blood was immediate this time. It became addicting. Every time a flash of a memory threatened to creep back in, you would make another cut. This was where you found yourself days later, soon to be weeks leading into months: staring in the mirror, cutting away the memories

BANG

Cut

AH

Cut

My fault…

Cut 

Always my fault

Cut 

Should’ve been me

Cut

Should’ve been -

“(Y/N)?” A knock came on the door. It sounded like Steve, and his voice was laced with worry. He continued “You okay in there?”

At some point you had started crying while lost in your thoughts. Your thighs were covered with cuts and scars, escalating in depth, and bleeding profusely. As much as you wanted to be honest with Steve, you couldn’t. You had already messed up enough...Surely he wouldn’t put up with you if he knew.

You cleared your throat and tried to even your breathing. You couldn't risk him getting suspicious. He was concerned enough about you as is.

“I’m fine, Steve”

You heard him sigh through the door. On the other side, he rubbed his hand down his face. He had seen small things over the past few months. How you would look at yourself with disgust when you thought he wasn’t. How you were withdrawing from him slowly. And what really bothered him was how you would blame yourself for almost anything that happened, or apologize any chance you could for things that had nothing to do with you. 

He tried again, “Come on (Y/N), please. I heard you crying. What’s going on?”

You took a shaky breath and shook your head. “I...I-I can’t…”

Now Steve was really starting to worry. He never heard you sound so...broken. “Please, open the door (Y/N).”

Your head snapped up and you forgot how to breath for a few seconds. He couldn’t see you, not like this. You couldn’t handle him leaving you or looking at you like you were broken. 

“I can’t be your problem Steve. You can’t fix me.”

This puzzled Steve, as he had no idea what you were talking about. “(Y/N), just open the door. You’re starting to scare me.”

“Fuck, Steve, I didn’t mean to...I’m sorry…”

He tried to open the door. Thank God you locked it. “(Y/N), are you going to open this door or do I have to break it in?”

Your face went white and you started to frantically try and clean everything up. Shit, he can’t come in right now.

“I can’t Steve, not right now.” you said, freaking out. Hopefully he didn’t pick up on your desperation.

He did, and with that he easily overpowered the lock on the door and took in the scene in front of him. The color drained from his face as he took in the knife, your tears, and god dammit there was so much blood. 

You looked away from him. “I’m so sorry Steve…”

He stepped closer to you, taking into account your shaking frame. It broke his heart. He sighed with sadness which you mistook for annoyance. “Here,” he said, holding a hand out to you, “let me help you.”

You looked up at him, confusion lacing your expression. Surely he was angry or upset? But as you searched his face for any indication, you only saw the same love he always spoke to you with. You took his hand and stood up from the toilet you were sitting on, and Steve picked you up and sat you on the countertops, really getting a closer look at the cuts and scars littered across your thighs. And he blames himself for not noticing sooner. 

He grabbed some first aid supplies that he always kept stocked underneath the sink and got to work cleaning your cuts. At some point you had begun mumbling to yourself. Stupid. My fault. Don’t leave me. I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad.

These little things mirrored what you would say to yourself when you thought he wasn’t listening, and they worried him even more so. “Darling, why would I be mad at you? Look at me,” he said, and you did. “I’m not angry with you. I’m worried about you, yes, but sweetheart… I’d never leave you. Especially not like this.” You started crying harder. He wiped some tears away that were instantly replaced. “What happened?”

You look away again. “You’ll just be angry with me…” you said

He sighed again as he moved your chin to look him in the eye. “There is nothing, and I mean nothing you could possibly say right now that would make me mad. I promise you.”

You cleared your throat. “I deserved it.” you whispered so he could barely hear you. He stopped what he was doing “What did you s-” “I DESERVED IT STEVE.” you looked at him, anger evident on your face, but not at him. You were angry with yourself. “That day when you got shot in the shoulder? That was MY fault. You could have died if it was a few inches off. And that would have been on ME.” Your voice was cracking with raw emotion now, and Steve was looking at you with complete sadness at what you were saying. You continued, “That bullet should have hit me. I should have been shot. Not you. And I couldn't take it knowing that you were in pain while I just had a few scrapes and bruises. I didn’t deserve to not be in pain. So i did it myself.”

You began sobbing again, closing your eyes and covering your mouth. He wrapped you tightly in a hug and you clung to his shirt like a life preserver in a sea of your own emotions. You kept saying you were sorry, and he would hush any attempts you made. How long you sat like that you didn’t know, but your sobs became sniffles and you stared at the wall with a blank expression on your face. 

“I’m sorry.”

You were taken aback. The words sounded different coming from the super soldier standing in front of you. “I’m sorry I didn’t notice sooner. God, that was months ago, and I didn’t even notice. (Y/N), I am so sorry I didn’t say anything sooner. This isn’t your fault, none of it was. This one’s on me.”

You wrestled yourself out of Steve’s tight embrace, shaking your head. “Steve, this isn’t your fault. I shut you out, I didn’t make it easy to notice. I just thought...I dont know. I was scared you would leave if you found out. I’m sorry.”

He shook his head and smiled slightly. “Okay how about this: It’s not either one of us’ faults. But now I know, and I’m not going anywhere. So I’m just going to ask you one thing. Will you let me help you?”

You looked at your boyfriend who you loved so much. How did you get so lucky to get someone so understanding? God you loved him. You started to nod. “Yeah,” you started. “Please, Steve. I want help, I want to stop… I just don’t know how.”

He smiled a little more and moved to hug you again. “I’ll help you, no matter what it takes. You know why?” he asked. You hummed in response. He smiled, tearing up at his next words. “Because you’re my best girl.”

***I do not own any rights to the MCU, this is written for entertainment purposes only***