Simp-thingz - -Simp_Thingz-

Thinking about….

Thinking about serial killer! Geto, who just killed your lowlife boyfriend right in front of you and then turned around to flirt with you. Also thinking about the way he drags the bloody knife along your body while you arch into him knowing that he could cut you with a slip of his hand and yet you yearn to feel the blade against your skin as he pounds into you from behind. Thinking about the way he gently carves his name into the skin of your thigh as you ride him, his hand steady despite your movement.

Hiii, i was wondering if you could please write a bnha Aizawa oneshot (or drabble) in which he has a daughter and he dreamed she died in his arms but she was safe and sound sleeping in her bedroom 🩵 thanks you🩵

I hope it's ok that I used Y/N as the name cause I couldn't think of anything else.

It was dark.

Much darker than any of his dreams had ever been before, with nothing but darkness everywhere he looked. 

Or so he thought.

Glancing to his right, his gaze landed on something he’d hoped he would never encounter; his child, facing off against the very nomu that messed him up at the USJ. His panic flared as his heart beat quicker than it had in a long time, but he couldn’t move. Something had him stuck in place as he watched his daughter fight the nomu using the capture weapon he himself had taught her to use. She put up a good fight, despite how much it hurt to watch as the nomu threw her to the ground over and over again he still couldn’t move no matter how hard he tried as she lost more and more blood, slowing her down enough for the nomu to get devastating hits on her, the sounds of bones breaking all too loud for him to handle as tears gathered at his lash-line. 

Finally, when it seemed she could no longer get up off the ground was he able to move as he sprinted towards her as her body twitched and limbs were splayed out in directions that surely weren’t natural. “Y/N, wake up” he said frantically, lightly smacking her face in an attempt to wake her from a slumber that seemed all too eternal. But it was no use, as her breathing slowed until it stopped all together and sobs wracked his body. She was dead.Waking with a gasp, sweat poured from his body and tears he hadn’t even noticed stained his face as he tried to ground himself, telling himself it was only a dream but it was in vain as his breathing only sped up as he rushed out of bed and into the hallway. He had to make sure she was ok, that she was here, that she was breathing. Quietly, he opened her door, wincing at the sound it made as it eased open revealing the dimly lit room where Y/N lay sleeping. Walking closer, he watched relieved as her chest rose and fell, a sure sign that she was breathing. Sitting on the ground against her bed, he let relief flood his body now that he was sure of his daughters safely if only for now.

You couldn’t find her.

You had just gotten back from grocery shopping, and walked into a house that felt much colder than usual. It was cold enough it gave you chills as you set the grocery bags down, not seeing your girlfriend in her usual spot on the couch had your nerves on end. After the war, the two of you had agreed that neither went anywhere without letting the other know, mainly to ease your nerves seeing as you very nearly lost your beloved rabbit girlfriend. Not that she could easily go anywhere with the new prosthetic limbs still causing her pain after a while. 

“Rumi?” You called through the silent apartment getting no response that only sent your nerves into overdrive as you now began frantically checking each room of the apartment.

Until you got to the locked bedroom. Knowing she was in there, your nerves still ran rampant as the closer you got to the door the clearer the distress she was in became. 

“Rumi? Baby, open the door” you knocked gently as Socks started at you from the other end of the hallway. The crying only got louder the longer you stood out there and it broke your heart that she wouldn’t let you in. You knew she could handle herself but you wanted to be there, to hold her while she cried. Sliding down the other side of the door you sat in the hallway, never once leaving the door as she cried her heart out, a constant stream of comforting words pouring from you knowing she could easily hear you. You knew these new limbs were an adjustment, you knew that despite the front she often put up that this transition was taking a lot out of her in every way it possibly could and even now, months later, the phantom pains still drove her insane. The flashbacks kept her up at night, and the nightmares often caused her to wake you up in tears. You hated that she was in pain, you hated that this is what she had become but you never hated her. So when the tears finally subsided and she finally opened the door, eyes puffy and lips bitten raw, you held her. You held her like she was the most precious thing to grace the planet, regardless of her new state. You’d love her in any state so long as she was alive, and even if she wasn’t you’d love her anyways.

-Mornings with Levi Ackerman (Modern AU)-

🗡 This man does not know what 'sleeping in’ is

🗡 And with his work schedule waking up with him was rare

🗡But today, the universe has blessed you.

🗡 It was early morning, that much you could tell as light streamed through your window.

🗡 And surprise, surprise your husband was miraculously still asleep

🗡 You nearly died as you observed his features, not a single sign of his daily stress present on his face

🗡 Light snores radiated off of his figure, the light highlighting a few scars here and there

🗡 '"He's so pretty” you whispered to yourself brushing a stray piece of hair away from his face

🗡 Still tired after a long night of work, you decide to go back to sleep while you can

🗡 But in doing so you missed the small smile that crosse his face

🗡All in all, mornings, as rare as they are to be spending together, were some of your favorite times of the day

It was you who confessed first

Please force him to take breaks, he’s literally always working

And early on, that caused some problems between the two of you

But Barbatos is a decent communicator

So all problems are usually resolved without a fight

His love languages are acts of service and gift giving

He’s super touch starved though so please hug him

Not super talkative so ya’ll just hang out in silence doing your own things

Baking together <3

NSFW

Sir Kink.

He also likes his pleasure with a side of pain <33

So whip him, chain him, it don’t matter

Gives oral like an absolute beast, he won’t stop till you're begging

Edging yourself on his shoes when he’s being mean :(

He’s absolutely feral for lingerie

Let him tie you up and use you as he pleases <3

Pet names like darling, and my love are his go to’s

AHH I JUST REALISED U MAKE PLAYLISTS ❤️❤️ COULD U DO A TAMAKI PLAYLIST PLS ❤️❤️ THANK U SM ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Do you do like. Scream headcanons? I see your child does but I was wondering if u did

Hi! Unfortunately I don't write for content for Scream but I wish you well on your search for headcannons :)