(TW for blood, wounds and things of that nature, mention of handcuffs)
Elbridge was walking home from an exhausting day of work. He would normally take a cab or the subway but he felt like he needed the air tonight. He hummed to himself as he walked as he took in the night sky, the air, the atmosphere.
He was walking past an alley way when he saw something out of the corner of his eye. Someone lying unconscious. He quickly went into the alley and went over to the person. He squared down next to them and checked for a pulse. ‘At least they’re alive.’ He thought as he expected the damage.
He noted the person was in some kinda vigilante type of attire. “Poor little superhero.” He mumbled to himself, the damage didn’t look serious enough to go to a hospital. So he picked them up and rested them over his shoulder and started walking to his apartment.
He unlocked the door to his apartment and stepped in, and went to the spare bedroom and placed the unconscious person on the bed. He handcuffed them just in case they wake up and choose violence. He was accustomed with this. He patched up plenty of wanna be vigilantes. But something about them was different..
Anyway. He put some gloves on and got work on patching them up, humming to himself as he did. About half way through his work he noticed they started to squirm and wake up. “Hey can you stop? I’m trying to finish this stitching.” He said bluntly. He saw them pulling at the cuffs and he silently prayed they couldn’t get out.
This kind of writing is a bit new for me as its quite more on the hard-core side of tickling, and I don’t really have any experience with it. That being said, I do love me some more hard-core tickles from time to time, so I thought eh why not try it out! Again, this is a bit on the rougher side and contains some bondage, so if thats not your forte, totally understandable, just wanted to give yall the heads up! ^^
"So uhh...are you gonna tell me why I'm in this chair thing, detective? Oooor are you just gonna stand there...?" Itto is currently in the interrogation room of Shikanoin Heizou’s detective building, sitting in a...chair-like object, his wrists strapped beside his head, exposing his armpits and sides, with his legs out in front of him, bent slightly upwards, his feet resting in a pair of locked stocks.
Surprisingly, there was no one in the building, most the guards off patrolling
How did Arataki "Numero Uno" Itto find himself in this position? Well, a few days ago he saw a group of kids out on the street. He had asked them what they were doing when they said that they were homeless and were quite hungry. Itto, being the great oni-samaritan that he is...stole some food from a food vendor to give to them.
"They were hungry! What should I have just let them starve?!" He had said to Heizou, the main detective who was put on the case and also a close friend of Itto's.
"No," Heizou had said, "but you didn't have to steal. You could have, y'know, asked the vendor for food for the kids? Or told the shogunate?"
"W-well...that would have taken longer!" Itto had argued.
It continued like this for quite some time, and the original sentence was 60 days of jail time. However, Heizou was able to bump it down to...two hours in the chair that Itto is currently sitting in...or so that's what he was about to tell Itto.
You see, Heizou actually managed to get him completely out of a sentence, saying that he was just trying to help out, and he even managed to convince the shogunate to start handing out free food to those in need. Even so, he still thought Itto needed a little harmless punishment for his crime.
"Well, Itto," Heizou started, "you're sentence for stealing was originally 60 days in jail."
"W-what!? Sixty days?! A-are you sure? I-" Itto panicked. Obviously, he had been in jail before, being quite the troublemaker, but he has never spent longer than a few days because either Heizou or Kuki had helped to get him out. But 60 days? That was frightening for the oni.
Itto was then cut off by Heizou, "Calm down, Itto. You're lucky that I'm close to you because I was able to get you a lighter sentence." Heizou put on a smirk and walked up to Itto's side.
"A lighter sentence? Psh what, so I just have to sit in this chair for a bit- AH!" Itto was suddenly cut short by a ticklish jab into his exposed side, his body flinching in the opposite direction of the ticklish feeling.
"No," Heizou said, rolling his eyes. "This is your sentence." Heizou tried to make his point by lightly scribbling his nails against Itto's side.
Squirming away from Heizou's hand, Itto tried to make sense of what he said, when it finally clicked. "W-whahahat!? Wahahahahait! C'mohohohon! Nohohoho! That's not fahahahahair!"
"Oh I think it's perfectly fair, Itto. Unless you want 60 days in jail?" Heizou quirked his head at Itto, his fingers traveling up to his armpit.
"Nohohohoho! Buhuhut nohohohot tickling! Plehehehease! Ihihihit’s so embahaharassing!" Itto giggled, the tickling already starting to break him down.
Heizou mockingly gasped and teased the oni, "No tickling? But if you didn't want anyone to tickle you then why in Teyvat would you wear that outfit, hm? I mean, just look at it! Your armpits are exposed, as are your ribs...abs...sides...hips..." Heizou moved his fingers to tickle each spot as he said it, tracing his ribs, poking his abs, lightly scribbling his sides, and wiggling his finger in Itto's navel.
"ACK! NOHOHOHO! STOHOHohohop that! EEK!" Itto screeched as Heizou lightly wiggled his finger into his navel. Itto tried to back away from the evil hand tickling it, but his bindings held him right in place, tears starting to form at the corners of the oni's eyes. "NOHOHOHOT THEHEHERE! MOVE! PLEASE MOHOHOHOVE!"
"Okay," the detective sighed. "I suppose I can go somewhere else..." Heizou smirked as he made his way down the chair and suddenly latched onto Itto’s thighs, clawing into the sensitive flesh.
“NOHOHOHOHO STAHAHahap it!” Itto shrieked, followed by a short chuckle by the detective before he kept moving down the chair, stopping in front of Itto's feet.
"W-wait! Not there! Please, not there Heizou!" Itto pleaded as Heizou removed the geta he wore, though the detective kept his stirrups on...for now.
"Not where? Here?" Heizou teased, running a finger up Itto's sole, from his heel to his toes.
Itto's leg shook violently, the stocks keeping his feet where they were. "NOHOHO! Please! Please don't!"
"Please don't what, Itto?" Heizou smirked, knowing that the oni wasn't the smartest and that there was almost a 100% chance that he'd fall for it.
"Tickle my feet! WAIT-" Itto was cut of by his own laughter, Heizou raking his nails down both of the oni's large feet. Itto's feet shook in the stocks, constantly moving back and forth to try and evade the devilishly ticklish feeling on his soles to no avail, Heizou's fingers always following right behind.
"My, my, my Itto. What big feet you have!" Heizou teased. "So much room to tickle!" He teased as Itto shook his head back and forth, tears starting to fall onto his cheeks from the brutally ticklish onslaught on his feet.
"I don't think so, Itto. I was able to get your sentence down to only two hours in this chair, and it hasn’t even been 10 minutes! Not to mention, I really haven't even done anything~" Heizou laughed out, still raking down Itto's feet.
"NOHOHOHOHO! I- I CAHAHAHANT!" Itto yelled, the tickling starting to become too much for him. To the poor oni being mercilessly tickled right now, 60 days in jail seemed like heaven. Had he known that this is what the detective got his sentence down to, he would have plead for the jail time. "PLEHEHEHEASE! HEIZOHOHOHOU! BREHEHEHEAK! I NEHEHED A BREHEHEAK!"
Slowing down his motions, Heizou's tickling slowly came to a stop, the detective sighing, "Alright, fine. I'll give you a small break. But just know that it's going to get worse~" With that, Heizou retreated from Itto's feet, walking up beside him and then climbing on his legs to straddle his lap, facing him.
"U-Uhm...hehe...w-what are ya doing, detective?" Itto laughed nervously, blushing in the process. Normally for Itto, he would let any of his friends sit in his lap - it was no big deal! But with his current predicament, Itto could only stutter and blush, knowing what was probably coming.
"I'm just getting comfy~ Is that okay, or would you like me to move?" Heizou asked with a smirk.
"N-no, no! This is fine! I wouldn't be upset over a little dude like you sitting in my LahaHAHAP WHAHAHAHA?" Itto was suddenly flown into a fit of laughter as Heizou dug his fingers into Itto's flanks, massaging the soft skin. "NOHOHOHOHO! AHAHAHAHAHA!" Itto tried to flail as much as he could, but he could barely move an inch with the detective's body on top of him.
"What's the matter, Itto? Feeling ticklish?" Heizou teased, lightening his touch to quickly flutter his nails over Itto's sides, scratching beside his bellybutton, going to where his sides met his back, which got the oni screaming, and back to their original position. He repeated this motion for quite a while, Itto losing his mind with every passing second.
"COHOHOHOME OHOHOHON! I DONT DESEHEHEHERVE THIHIHIS! I WAHAHAS HELPIHIHING!" Itto cried out, desperate for the assault on his sides to end.
Heizou stopped his hands as he looked at Itto’s horns, granting him a small break. Seeing where his vision was focused, Itto started begging. “Where are you…w-wait, Heizou please not there! Not my horns, c’mon little dude!”
Heizou scoffed at the nickname. “Little dude? Oh you are so getting it now.” He smirked as he started to gently glide his fingers around the base of the oni’s horns, where his scalp met the hard material.
Äs soon as Heizou’s fingertips landed on the sensitive skin, Itto let out cute giggles, trying to keep still so he didn’t accidentally hurt the detective with one of his sharp horns. “Eheheheheh nohohoho! Stahahahap it! You’re soho mehehean!”
Smirking at the oni’s outburst, Heizou slowed his fingers to a stop, wiping away the tears on Itto’s cheeks, deciding to be merciful and give him a break before what was coming.
"Well," Heizou sighed, reaching down on his uniform to take off a tassel. "I suppose I haven't used any tools yet..." He smirked teasingly as he looked Itto in the eye, lowering the tassel on Itto's stomach, swirling it into and around his navel.
"T-tools?! Detective come on! Haven’t I suffered enohohohough! Nohohohoho! Whyhyhyhy?” Itto cackled as the tassel made its way into his navel, his upper body trying to thrash, unable to because of the weight that was the detective's body keeping it down.
“Why?” Heizou questioned. “Well, who wouldn’t want to tickle a big, handsome oni like yourself, hm?” Heizou smirked as he teased the oni, a blush now prominent on his face from the teasing.
Itto knew Heizou was flirty – he was flirty with almost everyone! But being in his current predicament, the flirting and teasing was making it so much worse. Itto’s face scrunched up with embarrassment as he laughed. “Stahahap teheheasing me!”
“Oh, but I’m not teasing you, Itto~ You are very handsome. I mean,” he moved the tassel to flutter over his abs, “just look at these abs~”
“Nahahahaha!” Itto giggled.
Heizou stopped his attack with the tassel and turned around so his back was now facing the oni. He placed it between Itto’s feet before striking, digging his hands into Itto’s thighs.
“NOHOHOHO! NAHAHAHAHAT THAHAHAT! HEHEHEIZOU! AHAHAHAHAHA!” Itto screamed at the maddening sensations, the hands squeezing and kneading the muscles of his thighs making him fall into helpless laughter.
Heizou giggled as he moved his hands to his knees, squeezing the kneecaps and even fluttering his fingers under them.
Though his knees weren’t that ticklish, it was still enough to make him giggle slightly, acting as a small break. “Ehehehe!”
Heizou finally stopped his assault and got off of the oni’s lap, leaving Itto a panting mess as he went back to his feet and took a box out from under the chair and opened it after slipping Itto’s stirrups off his soles. From the box, he took out some twine and looped it around Itto’s big toes, tying them back to hooks that were on top of the stocks, making it so that Itto could no longer scrunch his toes or move his feet side to side.
“What are you doing now?” Itto whined, hoping that this punishment was coming to a close.
“Oh, don’t worry, Mr. Arataki,” Heizou smirked once again, pulling out a bottle of oil from the box and massaging it into the oni’s soles. “I’m just trying out a technique I thought of.”
At the feeling of the oil being massaged into his soles, Itto closed his eyes and let out a soft moan, the massage feeling much better than what he was going through a few minutes ago. “Mmm…that feels nice…”
“I wouldn’t get too comfortable,” Heizou pulled out a hairbrush from the box, “it’s about to get much worse~”
Itto went from being in a state of bliss to manic in less than a second, his eyes flying open as soon as the plastic bristles of the hairbrush started moving on his oiled soles. “WHAHAHAHAHAT IHIHIHIS THAHAHAHAHAT?! NAHAHAHAHA- STAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHO!” Itto’s laughter was hysterical as soon as it started, tears starting to brim at the corners of his eyes at the maddening sensations on his feet, the bristles of the hairbrush moving up and down on his oversensitized feet, from his heels to his toes, over and over again, making Itto laugh helplessly.
“It's a hairbrush, Itto. I thought it could come in handy for this little excursion, and I guess I was right! Wow, it looks like it's driving you wild, yeah~?” Heizou teased, continuing to rake the bristles over his soles like he was trying to scrub a stain from a carpet. Smirking, the detective also kept up his teasing, “C’mon, laugh for me! Your laugh is just so adorable~”
Itto just couldn’t take it anymore. The ticklish feeling was driving him insane, hot tears of mirth freely flowing down his cheeks, his eyes shut tightly as he tried, and failed, to hold in his laughter. What was even worse was that damned detectives teasing. It’s like he was trying to kill Itto with embarrassment. “MmmmmphahAhAHaHAHA! NoHOhOHO MOHOHORE! NAHaHAHAhAHaHA!”
Heizou, almost satisfied and now wanting to draw this show to a close, used his vision to create little wind gusts that kept the hairbrush scrubbing over Itto’s soles as he moved up to once again straddle his lap, giggling evilly as grabbed the oni’s waist and began massaging his thumbs and fingers into his hips.
“FUHUHUHUHUCK! NAHAHAHAH- STAHAHAHAHA- GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Itto tried to uselessly buck his hips and curl his toes, the detective's body and the string preventing him from doing so. He though that what Heizou did before was bad, bu this was so much worse. It felt like all of the nerves on his feet and hips were electrifying him, forcing him to laugh while having no way to lessen the sensations. The hairbrush felt like it was scrubbing over every nerve-ending on his feet, drawing the laughter out of him like it was nothing. Heizou’s fingers were no better – every squeeze and rub from his fingers made him buck uselessly, trying to get away from what was causing his spastic laughter. Around 30 seconds into the torment, Itto’s laughter went silent, only forced wheezes making their way out.
At this, Heizou decided that enough was enough, and decided to stop Itto’s “punishment.” “Okay,” he smirked, stopping his tickling, “I think you’ve learned your lesson, right?”
Itto could only pant and stare at the ceiling, trying his best to respond to the detective as he drew in much-needed oxygen. “I-its been…two hours…already…?”
“O-oh…um, well,” Heizou started, not knowing how well Itto would take the news that he never actually got this sentence and that it was all Heizou’s doing. “You never actually needed the two hours…” he grinned nervously as he started undoing the restraints on Itto’s wrists, freeing them as he got off of his lap and moved down to the stocks. “I made it up! You never actually needed to be in this chair…I got your actual sentence down to a warning…but I couldn’t just let you go, you needed some type of punishment!” He laughed nervously as he unlocked the stocks, allowing Itto to slide his feet free. “I just chose this because I thought it would be fun…”
“Detective?” Itto said mischievously, starting to sit up and collect himself, putting his stirrups and geta back on.
“Y-yes, Itto…?” Heizou replied nervously, slowly backing away as a nervous smile painted his face.
“You are gonna get it so much worse. I'll give you ten seconds. Run.” Itto smirked, a playfully mischievous appearance taking over.
“W-what?”
“Ten. Nine.”
With that, Heizou darted out of the room as fast as he could, leaving Itto to chuckle to himself, saying out loud, “That little dude is gonna be in so much trouble when I catch him.”
AHHHH this was actually kind of fin to write??? It was such a change of pace from the usual fluff I write, and even though this was still kind of fluffy, I really got to have some fun with writing restraints and reactions with this one. Let me know how yall liked it!! ^^
Also sidenote, after writing this fic…I realized I actually really like this pairing surprisingly??? They’re both just so teasy and flirty, I think it’s a cute dynamic!
I had a dream and now i'm writing it and making it better 😊
He slams you against the wall, your back immediately feeling the cold brick texture “FUCK” you cough as all the air in your lungs leave. “Give up” the mandalorian basically growled behind the beskar helmet, his gloved hands firmly wrapped around the neck of your shirt, you pant as the taste of iron filled your mouth as blood gushed from your nose, not to mention you can feel the bruises forming around your side, he definitely broke at least two ribs.
Although you were in a lot of pain you couldn't help but chuckle “now where's the fun in that?” and grab the knife conveniently placed at your side and slash the inside of his thigh, he howls and naturally lets go letting you slip away and start running.
But It's not long until he’s right behind you again “dammit he’s not one to give up is he?” you grumble under your breath.
You've been going at it for at least an hour now, usually it didn’t take more than 25 minutes before hunters gave up trying to chase you or you had to lose them. But this guy didn’t seem on giving up anytime soon, your guessing they had lifted the bounty price because there’s no way a hunter would care this much right?, who knows how much that desperate old fuck would pay to get his hands on you again.
You run into a crowd to try and lose him but as you crash and bump into multiple people he has no problem passing through as they make way for a mandalorian.
Although this is the closest you've ever been to being caught, you weren’t scared
your cockiness was way too big to let you worry. When you finally got out of the crowd you had entered the small street you knew like the back of your hand. You turn around now running backwards “is the armor slowing you down mando?,” you say in a curious voice, if it was gonna last a while why not make it fun. Of course the mysterious man doesn’t respond.
you can hear a man in the distance. It was the guy who was always selling his fruits and you remembered how he’d always have three crates of extra fruit against the wall of a building “how about you take it off and show me that pretty face of yours?” You wink and grin as you watch him stutter with his next step after the comment. You turn around and with perfect timing you’re able to hop on top of the crates and jump, pulling yourself up on top of the roof of the building, you turn around to see if he would do the same but to your surprise, he didn’t. He just stared at you from below, his chest falling and rising, “what? You afraid of heights?” You chuckled as you huffed for air, crouching over the edge. Again he didn’t say anything and after a minute he started walking away but not without a limp, most likely from your handy work. And before he was too far away you decide to say one more thing “your ass looks great from this angle” you yell from above and you grin when you see him immediately flip you off from over his shoulder
you begin to walk away but it’s not even your second step when you feel the adrenaline leave your body and feel the pain finally hit you like a fucking train, it was so much that you physically couldn’t hold yourself up anymore so the minute your foot hit the ground your body followed. You hiss “prick”. You groan as you pick yourself up bearing the pain, and grabbing your side and begin to limp.
You wander through the streets as the suns went down minute by minute, you make sure to take a couple of loops around the city just to be sure no one’s following you. You make your way to a cantina your friend Maria works at, you had met her the day you started running and she took you in like a family member. You see her in the distance as she’s closing the doors “Maria!” recognizing your voice she turns to see you smiling “Hey- HOLY FUCK YOUR NOSE” she immediately drops her bag and keys on the floor and runs towards you instantly cupping your face, you let it happen cringing “that bad?” you ask her, After a minute she lets go, turning back to grab her stuff. “What happened this time?” She said unlocking the door and rushing inside, you followed closely behind “I mean you get into stupid shit all the time but you never come back this bad, are you fighting for money again?” She asked as she walked behind the bar and came back out with a bottle of alcohol and a rag, something you were used to seeing at this point “No, its was a bounty hunter” you sighed as you flopped onto a stool “psh, yeah right what actually happened” she said not believing you for a second “Its true” you reassured her not happy about it, you watch as she pours the alcohol into a cup and dips the rag in it “okay, so your telling me that after a year of successfully out running MULTIPLE of bounty hunters with minor injures all of a sudden your limping in here with a black eye, broken nose, and by the way your holding you side I’m guessing a broken rib or two?” she says bringing the rag up to your nose “he-AH” you hiss when you feel the sting of the alcohol against the damage “oh stop it, your being dramatic” she said unfazed too focused on the injury “he was a- AH- AH OKAY YOUR DOING THAT ON PURPOSE” “WELL IF YOU WOULD STOP MOVING IT WOULDN’T HURT AS MUCH” she yelled annoyed punching your shoulder in a very older sister type of a way, maybe because she was older and after a year and a half of caring for eachother it wouldn’t change anything if you did call her your sister.
“Wait I thought there werent anymore mandalorians since the great purge?” she said confused. After cleaning up your nose she gave you an ice pack for your eye and had moved on to your ribs wrapping them carefully with bandages “yeah, I thought that too until I was getting my ass beat by one” you told her in annoyance and then there was silence. It wasn’t a weird silence, it was just silence, neither of you break it until “....are they as hot as people say they are?” “M I WAS GETTING MY ASS BEAT” “I’M JUST ASKING”.
“You got a cigarette?” you ask her as your about to leave “umm, yeah but you buying a new pack cause this is my last one” she digs through her bag and pulls it out “k, thanks” you say as you reach to grab it before she takes it back “promise me the next time I see it’ll be with my cigarettes” she says with the dead serious look on her face, you scoff, but she just raises her eyebrows waiting for a real answer” “fine. I promise” you smile, she gives a skeptical look but gives you it anyway and you snatch before she can take back again, you turn to leave until you feel maria grab your arm firmly and you turn to look at her confused, “Don’t get caught moron,” although she tried to cover it up with the teasing name you could see how worried she really was “-today was too damn close”. You look at her and smile
“I never get caught”
You continue to walk through the night with a perfectly good cigarette in your hand, it wasn’t until maria crossed the street and turned the corner that you realized you didn’t even have a lighter. As you walk by you come across an older lady selling blankets who conveniently had a candle burning on the stand, kind of a bad idea considering blankets and fire don’t sound like too good of a mix but who were you to judge? You place the cigarette over the fire, eventually lighting it and placing it into your mouth.
You continue walking when you enter into a new street, the entirety of the street was empty, with the dark engulfing it and only a flickering light lit the way “this isn’t creepy at all” you say sarcastically to yourself. You stop when only the butt of your cigarette is left, to your right, was the empty road, and to your left, was a dark alley. You flick the butt on the floor and stomp on it with the heel of your toe, suddenly you feel a fist make contact with the side of your face
Shit.
the blood had already had time to dry as it covered the left side of your forehead, your head was pounding. You didn’t know whether to blame it on the nasty punch you got or how your head made contact with the rocky ground every two seconds since the bounty hunter had been dragging you around by a rope tied to your wrists like a fucking kid pulling his wagon around, shit you wouldn’t be surprised if the motherfucker started skipping his happy ass to his ship
Everything was still hazy but you knew you had to think fast. Quickly you grabbed the piece of rope pulling you and yanked as hard as you could. This led to the mandalorian stumbling back giving you enough time to move as much as the rope would let you and push him down to the ground, pinning him down with your weight and grabbing the small knife that was sitting in his belt and bringing it up to his neck. “Just let me go'' you said grimacingly behind your teeth, your breath heavy, keeping a firm but shaky hand around the knife against his neck. Sometimes you had to take things seriously, even if it was a killjoy. He, however, was not fazed and instead chuckled and tilted his head “I like this part of you better, less annoying” and before you could do or respond to him you feel a sharp pain to your side “ah- what the fu-” you look to see what it was.
A needle, he stabbed you with a fucking needle. All of a sudden everything felt fuzzy and light and when you tried to look back at him he had already pushed you off and you didn’t even notice. What the fuck is going on you said to yourself as you watch him pick up the item and put it in a baggy. Your head started pounding horribly, your body couldn’t bear to move but your mind knew you had too, so you began to get up to your feet while he was “distracted”. Getting up was no problem but the second you tried to walk you were met by the hard ground, you continue trying, you could feel his eyes on you as you try horribly to run away, eventually you felt a hand place itself on the small of your back and your arm involuntarily wrap itself around the back of man's neck. “What did you do to me” you said weakly you voice cracking “I didn’t do anything I gave you a sedative, which was supposed to be for my next bounty who was six foot ten” “this feels like the worst high ever” you whine embarrassingly but you couldn’t help it “it's not supposed to be fun” he said trying to shut you up “dick”.
As you continued to walk the bad part of the drug seemed to be wearing off already only leaving the feeling fuzziness “so much for beating a giant with this thing, this shit wears off fast” he doesn’t say anything your mind began to wonder “wait…are you telling me you used what seemed to be a very important sedative on a guy an inch taller than you? Was I that intimidating to you mando?” you look at him with a stupid smile plastered on you face “no you were getting annoying and I had no other choice” “I meaannn I was already in bad shape and too tense to focus plus my hands tied you could’ve easily- ” you don’t finish when he lets go of you and your immediately back on floor this time against a tree. You watch in the dark as Mando walks over to a specific tree and picks something up from behind it but before you could see what it was it all started again, the dizziness, the pounding headaches, the fuzzy eyesight. You groan, dropping your head against the tree and bring the balls of your palms and place them against your eyes. “It comes in waves” he says, “what?” you say not paying attention, You open your eyes to see him look down at you with what seemed to be a green blob? It was hard to see since the was one of the systems “the sedative, its comes in waves” you drop your head and whine
I had a bit of back pain not too long ago. I went to urgent care and had some x-rays taken and the technician, in all their kindness, asks if there’s any chance that I’m pregnant. For a few seconds I don’t know what to say.
“No, but maybe one day in twenty years when the technology’s available.”
“No, but thank you for thinking that’s something that could happen to me.”
“No, we just don’t have the time, money, resources, biological abilities, etc.”
“No, not in this world we live in.”
For a few seconds the world stands still, I pass, this should be nice, this should feel nice, and it did. It doesn’t make me less of a woman for not being able to do that, there’s plenty of cis women who can’t. I know this, and yet there’s still part of me that wishes that a question like that shouldn’t be so hard to answer. That I could leave it at “No” and not feel like it’s some massive mountain I can look at from where I’m standing, but never climb.
Anyway, what I’m trying to say is it’s a little bittersweet. The back pain’s almost gone, but it’s been two weeks and I’m still thinking about the X-ray tech.
Summary: You were watching a movie in his room when he tried to hug you.
Notes: This is somehow a comfort fic for me, too. Also, if you went through something like this, don’t be scared to talk to someone. It’s not your fault.
Words: 516
6/24 – 24 days of writing.
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Nobody expected you two to end up together. You were so sweet and caring, and Bakugou was rude and mean. But somehow you managed to tame this angry Pomeranian. Others didn’t see what you saw when you two were alone. He was nice, calm and kind to you.
“I don’t think he’s a good partner for you, (Y/N),” Uraraka said, “I don’t think he’s a bad person, but you’re just too nice for him.”
“You need someone, who would take care of you,” Iida joined your conversation, “you’re a really sweet girl. He’s probably going to hurt you.”
You just laughed and didn’t take them seriously. They had no idea how he treated you when it was only you two.
Because it was your anniversary, you decided to watch a movie together in your room. He was laying on the bed with you in his arms. You were watching (favorite movie) and eating snacks.
“We should go hiking next week,” he said, taking a chip from the bowl.
“But you have to help me with packing.”
He nodded and adjusted you. Now you were on his chest with his arms around your waist. After a while, he started caressing your small figure. When his hand fell lower than your waist, you tensed and pushed his hand away. Awareness passed through your body, and you quickly sat up.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to…” you started rambling apologies with tears in your eyes.
He sighed and brought you into a hug.
“Talk to me, please.”
And with that, you started talking about your last relationship. How they wouldn’t take your feeling seriously and would hurt you when you did something they didn’t like. How they would talk shit about you after your breakup.
“’m sorry,” his grip tightened, “I would never hurt you, princess.”
He stayed the night in your room, cuddling with you.
Short headcanons
If you tell him who hurt you, he’ll find the person and has a small talk with them.
If you don’t want to tell him, it’s okay. Will make sure to talk shit about him every time he gets a chance.
If you’re feeling down because of it, he’ll cuddle with you and pamper you.
Will stop calling you “shitty girl” and stuff like that if it makes you feel bad.
Will even stop screaming around you so much.
He’ll be so sweet to you after that incident. Will bring you breakfast to bed, hold your hand all the time, even call you some cute nicknames.
You’re going to wear his shirts and hoodies around him. Don’t you dare say no to him. Secretly, he’s feeling bad for reminding you of your ex and when you’re wearing his stuff, it’s like he’s always with you.
Don’t apologize for feeling down or not liking something. He hates it.
“Stop apologizing, dumbass, it’s fine.”
He just wants you to feel comfortable around him.
Sometimes he thinks you’re scared of him.
He's also scared of losing you, so make sure to show him affection and love. Poor boy needs it so much.
Something disturbing about Madoc’s scratch in the Calliope story. Based on the laws of magick, a bound entity has to obey (like a genie in a lamp). So that means once he was scratched he probably told her to stop and she had to stop resisting. Notice how he's never marked up again.
You're stuck in an abandoned house with Shane. What happens next?
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Voting ended onFeb 13, 2023
⚠️⚠️⚠️ This is all for fun but I feel like I need to highlight that some of the choices contain canon typical possibilities aka getting bitten or worse. So please make sure that you're okay with that before you choose. Also, beware your favorite food 😛.
Hit “keep reading” to see what happens.
🍔 You stay the night, huddled together and safely get out the next day
🍕You stay the night but get into an argument before getting out safely the next day
🥞 You immediately get into an argument until he storms out and gets bitten
🍟 You stay the night and Shane kisses you for the first time. You get out safely the next day
🍩 You stay the night and decide to hook up and get out safely the next day
🍿You risk fighting the walkers instead of staying and get out safely
🥐 You risk fighting the walkers instead of staying but neither of you makes it
🍰 It was all a bad dream, zombies don't exist and you're lying in bed with Shane
