tags: self-harm, neglect, gore, panic attack, hurt/comfort (kinda), angst, fluff and angst
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Zayne had his suspicions. Since you were younger, he would catch a glimpse of scabbing and blood on your wrists. He knew that you didn't know that he knew.
He was fifteen when he fully registered the cause behind your cuts. From that moment onward he vowed to help you in any way he could. But he couldn't help himself from being distant. A part of him wanted you to heal on your own, like he believed you could. Another part wanted to kiss your scars and hold you tight to his chest.
The years you were apart were more stressful than getting his doctorate. You lived in the back of his mind, constant worries and concerns about your well-being would flood his head once he had a moment of rest.
Becoming your PCP was a blessing in disguise. At first, he was wary. You'd become a Hunter since he'd been away, risking your life to protect Linkon City. He thought having a violent outlet would give you less reason to hurt yourself. How foolish.
Your monthly check-ups were nothing special. Zayne would run tests on your heart and you'd get on with your day. It was the yearly physical that caused you problems.
You walk in the automatic doors of Akso Hospital, smiling to Yvonne as she checks you in. Your knee bounces rapidly as you wait for your name to be called, prompting the elderly man two seats away form you to watch you with concern.
You shoot from your seat as Yvonne calls your name, taking you to the examination room. The routine checks and measurements blur as your anxiety peaks. Then it's just you in the room. You stare at the gown in your lap.
You had gotten carried away the night before, cutting deeper than you wanted. Your skin had split, giving you a view of the veins beneath your epidermis. You had panicked, using a plaster as a makeshift suture and wrapping it tightly. You knew you needed stitches, but you refused to ask for help. You hid the bandages with bracelets and ignored it.
Zayne is perceptive, he notices. You hope he doesn't this time.
Reluctantly standing, you change into the hospital gown. You shiver at the cold hospital air against your back, the scars lining your thighs becoming more visible against the gooseflesh.
Just as you sit back on the exam table, a knock raps at the door.
"It's Dr. Zayne. May I come in?"
"Yeah."
The door opens and Zayne steps through, placing his clipboard on the counter and turning to you. His eyes meet yours and you feel exposed. Behind the cold exterior you find masked concern, a slight tilt in his brows.
"Today's visit is for your yearly physical, correct?"
You nod, playing with your fingers. Zayne pulls the rolling stool over, taking a seat. He senses your anxiety, so he narrates everything he does.
Scooting away a bit, he speaks, "I need to do a skin check. The Hunter's Association is requiring it as of the new year." Zayne meets your gaze, "Are you comfortable with me conducting it? Or would you rather one of my female colleagues?"
Your heart stops. A skin check!? Why would the Association mandate a skin check? Your hands start to tremble, your breath quick and shallow. Zayne immediately catches the signs of a panic attack, and is kneeling beside you before you can even blink. He keeps his hands on his knees, his voice calm as he calls your name.
"Can you hear me?" He asks, his voice is soft and level. You blink rapidly, your vision blurry with tears. Zayne hovers his hand by yours, looking into your unfocused eyes. "May I touch you?"
You shake your head, gasping a breath. He changes his question.
"What do you need?"
You whimper, hugging your shoulders, "I don't know," you whisper. Your voice is hoarse, your lip trembling as more tears wet your face. You repeat yourself, your chest stutters.
Zayne moves closer, but is careful not to touch you. "Can you look at me? I'm not going to hurt you."
Gasping for breath, you struggle to meet his gaze. He smiles softly at you, praising you for looking at him. "Breathe with me. In through your nose, out through your mouth. I've got you, you're alright."
Inhaling shakily, you copy his exaggerated breathing. He guides you through each breath. He rests his hand near yours, giving you the option of holding him if you need. Feeling your lungs expand with every inhale gives you something top focus on.
"That's it, you're doing great," he praises, "Good, keep breathing with me."
Zayne's soft smile doesn't leave his face. He keeps his eyes on yours, monitoring you as you gradually calm. You grasp his hand, squeezing it. He reciprocates, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. He glances to the bracelets on your wrist, but keeps quiet.
"There we go, you're alright." Zayne's hand squeezes yours, his soft assurance grounding you. You lean forward, dropping your head onto his shoulder. He tilts his head, gently pressing his cheek to your hair. "I've got you, you're safe."
You stay like that for a while, letting your tears dry. You lean back, taking your hand from his to wipe your face. Zayne stays close, watching you with soft concern. You smile weakly at him, taking a deep breath. He carefully places his hand on your knee, rubbing soft circles with his thumb.
"Are you alright now?" He prompts, brows slightly furrowed.
You shrug, "Not quite, but better."
Zayne nods, rising to his feet. "I want to make sure you're alright before we continue with the examination."
"I'm okay, I just..." You take a deep breath, looking at your lap, "I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize," he chides, squeezing your knee softly, "I'm here to make sure you're healthy, not to judge you. For anything."
Blinking, you look up at him. His gaze is knowing, concerned. Your voice is soft when you whisper, "...You know?"
Closing his eyes, Zayne nods, "I've known for a long time now."
Fresh tears well behind your eyes. Your hands are shaky as you rub the tears away. "Why didn't you say anything?"
"I wanted you to overcome this on your own..." He starts, looking away, "I believed that becoming a Hunter would give you a different outlet."
"Zayne..." you murmur.
He turns away, retrieving supplies and gloves. "Please, let me see. I stood back for long enough, I'm not letting you do this anymore."
You nod, pulling your lip between your teeth. You take off your bracelets with trembling hands, struggling with the clasp of one. A scarred hand enters your vision, carefully unhooking the clasp and unwinding the bracelet from your wrist. Zayne's eyes drop when he sees the blood seeping through the bandages.
He looks up at you, his fingers pinching the tape securing the bandage. You nod, looking away. Unwinding the bloodied bandages is tedious, carefully working it off. Your blood worked like glue, the fabric adhered to the wound.
Zayne wets a towel with warm water and holds it to the last layer of bandage, moistening the dried blood. Circling the wound with the towel, he eases the bandage from the wound, without pulling off the scab. He carefully wipes the blood away, his eyes widening slightly as he sees the extent of the cut.
"You needed stitches." He states. Your skin has already started healing, leaving a wide gap between the edges of your epidermis. Zayne shakes his head, retrieving the rubbing alcohol and dabbing a soaked cotton ball over it.
You hiss, your shoulders tensing. You grip your arm by your elbow, curling your fist to deter the sting. Zayne sighs sadly, a frown carved on his face. He repeats the process a couple times, ensuring that it's clean before he continues.
The ointment is cold, but not unbearable. Zayne makes quick work of bandaging your wrist, securing the end with medical tape. He removes his gloves, setting them with the soiled bandages and takes your hand in his. He raises your joined hands, bringing them up to his face.
"I know you're addicted, but I can't bear it anymore," Zayne presses a featherlight kiss to the inside of your wrist, just above the cut. "Seeing you hurt yourself is worse than hell itself. I'm begging you, please don't do this to yourself." His lips forge a trail, kissing over the dozens of overlapped scars on your arm.
Hazel eyes shine with tears as they meet your gaze. Shame rears its ugly head in your stomach, making you feel nauseous. Your cheeks wet, your free hand covering your mouth to muffle your sobs. You collapse into his chest, your tears wetting his lab coat.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." You whisper, squeezing your eyes shut. Your shoulders tremble with each sob. Zayne wraps his arms around your shoulders, his own tears falling silently into your hair.
I decided to hop on this and give it a try :). Basically Iβm gonna be writing each day of October a different prompt, I already picked the mcyt that Iβm gonna use for each one. Since this is NSFW the only people Iβll be writing for are the dream team, Karl and Punz. I hope you like it<3!
Edit: This is all based on AUs which means the boys are not cc! Unless stated otherwise.
β§πππ² π: Cockwarming | KARL JACOBS
β§πππ² π: Cuckolding | DREAM + SAPNAP
β§πππ² π: Restraint | DREAM
β§πππ² π: Gagging/throatfucking | PUNZ
β§πππ² π: Humiliation kink | DREAM TEAM
β§πππ² π: Impact play | GEORGE
β§πππ² π: Somnophilia | GEORGE
β§πππ² π: Hand kink | DREAM
β§πππ² π: Roleplay | SAPNAP
β§πππ² ππ: Gangbang | DREAM TEAM + KARL + PUNZ
β§πππ² ππ: Spectrophilia/incubus | PUNZ
β§πππ² ππ: Foursome | DREAM TEAM
β§πππ² ππ: Mommy kink | DREAM
β§πππ² ππ: Voyerism | GEORGE + DREAM
β§πππ² ππ: Daddy kink | KARL JACOBS
β§πππ² ππ: Pegging | SAPNAP
β§πππ² ππ: Hate sex | DREAM
β§πππ² ππ: Breeding kink | DREAM
β§πππ² ππ: Mutual masturbation | GEORGE
β§πππ² ππ: Thigh riding | PUNZ
β§πππ² ππ: Phone sex | GEORGE
β§πππ² ππ: Sex toys | KARL JACOBS
β§πππ² ππ: Squirting | DREAM TEAM + KARL
β§πππ² ππ: Corruption kink | KARL JACOBS
β§πππ² ππ: Shower sex | KARL JACOBS
β§πππ² ππ: Dry humping | GEORGE
β§πππ² ππ: Sex tape | DREAM
β§πππ² ππ: Size kink | PUNZ + SAPNAP
β§πππ² ππ: Knife play | SAPNAP
β§πππ² ππ: Orgy | DREAM TEAM + KARL
β§πππ² ππ: Public sex | DREAM
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Kenji Sato As A Boyfriend HC
I finally had some time to sit down and write something TuT Hope you'll like it :D If there is any Gramma mistakes I apologize, English is not my first language ToT
Ken would put you first no matter the situation. Sure he loves Baseball and all, but if you got hurt or sick he would totally skip practice or the game to be with you. Even if you insist on him leaving, after all Mina is more than capable of taking care of you.
Before getting together with him you lived in a normal apartment near the city center. But after the news of you dating spread out Kenji swooped in and all but made you live with him in his mansion. His reason being, that he wanted to keep you save from the journalists and Kaiju's but deep down you knew he was waiting for the opportunity to have you for himself 24/7.
If you don't speak Japanese he will teach you. He finds it absolutely adorable whenever you try to pronounce an especially hard word. Your accent makes it so much more endearing for him.
He has multitude of nicknames for you. There is rarely time when he uses your real name when addressing you. Baby girl, Princess and Doll are definitely his favorite ones. If he's feeling especially sappy he'll call you Darling or Beautiful.
He's clingy. Not overly so, but he tends to hover over you or hold your hand whenever the two of you were in public. At first you thought he liked the PDA and you weren't wrong, but the hand holding was purely because he was scared. "I know it's stupid, but I always have this irrational fear of your disappearing like my mom did. And I can't function without you by my side, princess."
Ken is a great cook ! He would totally make you breakfast in bed after his morning training session. Dinner made by him was a rare treat you learned to enjoy, after all he was juggling being a baseball star and a superhero. Not to mention he was an adopted daddy to a very adorable Kaiju living underneath your guys' house.
Speaking of Emi. If you thought she was a daddy's girl you are solely mistaken, because as soon as you enter the room she looses all interest in Ken all together. Of course she still adores him, but you are by far her favorite human ! She chirps and claps her hands in excitement whenever you enter the base. I melts Ken's heart whenever he sees the two of you interacting with one another. He has so many photos of you and Emi saved on his phone !
He loves to see you in his clothes, especially with his jersey on. He still has an old one from the time he played for Dodgers and you use it as a nightie. It's comfortable ! And it does things to him too... God the first time you put it on. Let's just say you couldn't walk for a day or two after ;)
We all know Kenji is rich-rich. So it's no surprise he buys you expensive gifts all the time. You once mentioned that you liked a specific car, and guess what ? The week after that there was a new shiny (dream car) in your favorite color, parked outside the mansion. After that incident you stopped mentioning things you liked or wanted to buy in fear of him going bankrupt. He told Mina to hack your Amazon Wishlist and bought you all of the items just to spite you.
If you work or study he will support you every step of the way. Just like you support him during his games. If you are a university student he will sit down with you and ask you some questions, help you study and keep an eye on you. He wants you to be successful yes, but you still need to sleep and eat !
Kenji likes to mess with you in his Ultraman form, much to his fathers disapproval. Whenever he takes care of Emi he has to transform, and he uses every opportunity to pluck you from the ground and place you on his shoulder. The first time he did it you screamed like a banshee making poor baby Emi jump in fright. Thank God she doesn't really speak human language, you would die of shame if she repeated any of the words you called Kenji that time.
After a year of being together he'll start carrying a small velvet box around. And inside would a ring his father proposed to his mother with, something she gave him long time ago. He would wait patiently, looking for the best way and time to pop the question. But until then he'll enjoy your company and make more memories with you and Emi by his side :)
I hope ya'll liked it ! I feel really good about this one ngl :D GOD I LOVE THIS MAN !
Sometimes, I think about how I used to let life overwhelm (still do, but not as bad), and I'd take it out on people. The slightest thing would irritate me whether it was someone's voice or touch. I can't count how many times I was anxious and didn't know why π₯Ή anyways this MC X Sylus bit is for those that can relate π« even if you can't happy reading
"Do you feel better now?"
Sylus' gaze on you almost burns. The half-hearted smile still faintly on his lips, his eyes remained ocked on you.
It had been a very bad day, week, and month in general. The emotional build-up was sure to cause an eruption of feelings at some point. Sylus only watched you silently over the last few weeks waiting for you to come to him with what you were feeling. He'd already learned the hard way once before about trying to get you to open up when you weren't ready.
He'd watched you mope around the base and Linkon with an unsettling fire behind those eyes. He'd kept the twins on you when he couldn't be around because he knew the day was fast approaching. It was telling in the way you slapped his hands away or had your day ruined over the tiniest mishap. Angry tears seemed to be a constant on your eyeline as you continued your day to day routine.
The part that made you most upset is that you didn't even know why you were angry or sad. Was this depression? Everything started to seem like a chore, the smallest things and sounds began to overwhelm you. You didn't want to be touched or talked to, but some days you didn't even want to be alone.
What's happening to me?
The lingering question in your mind took root in your troubles, which only stoked the flames of irritation. You just wanted it quiet. You wanted to feel calm, and you needed something to uproot this rising storm.
And then the day arrived, Sylus becoming your victim. The moment his hand touched your head, you'd blown up. Strings of curses left your mouth, your voice raised with angry tears marking your face. Shrill cries, leaving your mouth, your hands waving around orchestrating madness.
Sylus watched your descent with that knowing smile. He'd wanted this, your anger. You'd been holding it all in for far too long. It was time.
Let it out, he demanded it.
When you'd seemingly finished, his eyes monitored your erratic breaths. He'd taken another step closer as he had done earlier. His hand laced with yours, pulling you into a firm hug. His scent floods your nose, commanding your breathing to regulate.
"Do you feel better now?"
You couldn't look at him. A man you'd love so much, you blew up on him without reason and still he only worries about you.
"Don't feel sorry, sweetie, you needed this. You've been climbing higher and higher into unknown madness, and I was simply waiting for you to fall." Your grip tightens on his forearm, your face buried deeply into his chest.
"I don't deserve you." Sylus was silent for a moment. He pulls you away slightly, his hands secure themselves on your cheeks, forcing you to look at him.
"I think we both know it's me that doesn't deserve you. The beautiful thing about having a loving partner is that we are there for each other when we can't be there for ourselves." He signs his words with a quick kiss on your lips. The tenderness of his lips melts any remnants of subdued frustration.
There was a lot that needed to be said and addressed, but it would have to wait until later. You'd spent the better part of your month yelling at someone who didn't deserve it.
"I'm sorry." He gives a soft chuckle.
"I know."
I wanna smell like cake, not look like I eat it
Things to read before you eat or for your fast <3 :
-fat lasts longer than flavor
-this months choices are next months body
-you are what you eat
-are you hungry or bored?
-nothing tastes as good as skinny feels π
-eat for the body that you want, not for the body that you have
-junk food you craved for an hour or the body you craved for years?
-losing weight is hard, being fat is hard, choose your hard
-do it for the βwow you got so skinnyβ
-do not reward yourself with food, youβre not a dog
Crying.
This is how I want to b fucked
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character/s: bakugo katsuki, shinsou hitoshi, kaminari denki, todoroki shouto
genre: fluff, crack (?), them hyping u up like thereβs no tomorrow, uhh reader wears makeup π€
notes: this is for all u pretty mfs aka all of u whether u believe it or not YOU ARE PRETTY AMD HOT AND AMAZING π‘βΌοΈ also disclaimer: the boys love u not just for your face. they think youβre so cool for being beautiful inside n out and this is just them appreciating the out π§ββοΈ
bakugo katsuki thinks youβre so pretty that his only response to it is to be angry. heβd watch intently the way youβd smooth your clothes down and cutely fiddle with your hair in the mirror as if thereβs even anything to fix. heβll cup your pretty face in his hands and squeeze your cheeks together (cuteness aggression probably), βtell me why youβre so fucking pretty all the time? what are you so pretty for, huh?!β
bakugo katsuki would always watch you do your makeup and hair and then slip into the prettiest clothes only you can pull off and heβs just mesmerized by the whole thing.
βkatsuki, please stop drooling and get dressed. weβre gonna be late.β
his only response is: βfuck off.β
because he can never deny nor hide the fact that he constantly admires you every chance he gets. he storms his way to you and snatches a shimmery eyeshadow from your makeup bag. βtch, you donβt even need any of this shit.β
βyou donβt like it, katsuki?β you stare up at him doe-eyed, easily making his heart skip a beat.
βh-hah?! i didnβt say that!β he shoves it to your hand, βnow do this glittery shit next!β
and you just ditch whatever plans youβd made and spend the rest of the night trying on different makeup looks. heβll insist that you sit on his lap while you doll yourself up just because, and you gladly do so but then you both end up wearing a full face of glam makeup π§ββοΈ he doesnβt know how he just let it happen but heβs like, βwhatever makes you fucking happy, y/n.β
he then proceeds to tell you that, βevery one of those ugly extras should grovel at your feet, worship the ground you walk on, and then beg for your forgiveness.β
βforgive them for what?β
he stares blankly at you. βfor breathing the same air as you.β
bakugo katsukiβs not active on social media at all but on his instagram, his first and only post is a photo dump of just youγΌ the selfies you took on his phone, your date outfits, candid photos (by courtesy of bakugo katsuki) of you smiling at a stray cat, the power nap you took on his shoulder, and his favorite one by far: a photo of you wearing his black tank top that completely swallows you up, holding up two little peace signs on your cheeks.
and of course, he captions it, βu and ur ugly ass wish u were y/n.β
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every nanami headcannons post i see is like βnanami is a provider, nanami is a breadwinner...β
ARE YOU KIDDING. NANAMI NEEDS A WOMAN WHO MAKES BAG SO HE CAN QUIT HIS JOB AND BE A HOUSEHUSBAND.
this man HATES work and youβre telling me that he wants to be the sole provider? PLEASE be real for a second. nanami was built for domesticity. he needs a girl who can buy a cute little house by the sea where all he has to worry about is reading his books and loving his woman.
like this man will make sure you come home every night to a clean house and a warm dinner and then eat ur pussy like a champ. his girl takes care of him so heβs gonna take care of her and heβs gonna take care of her good.
service dom to end all service doms. you want dick after a long day of work? heβs gonna make you see stars and then take care of you like a princess. you want to be slapped around? sure. heβll tie you up and use you, but best believe your cumming at least 4 times. you want it soft and gentle? thatβs what youβll get. anything for his hard working baby.
and once you're nice and worn out and sleeping comfortably in bed, he's going to the kitchen to make ur lunch for tomorrow. complete with a little note on the napkin reminding you how much he loves you.
nanami deserves a life as a malewife. keep that man barefoot and in the kitchen.
this is the correct opinion and i will not be arguing my point any further at this time. thank you for listening.