#I was threatened into not coming out' i was called disgusting and talked badly of every time i ate

[sleepy-gee]

crave - avox!coryo x rich!reader┊ao3 ┊masterlist

instead of being sent off as a peacekeeper as punishment for cheating, coriolanus got his tongue lopped off and was sold as an avox. your family bought him, not knowing your history, and you can't help but feel bad for him.

a/n: hhh i love this au might make a longer fic out of it,,,

word count: 1.2k

trigger warnings: little bit of angst

No one had heard a word from the boy since his tribute won the Hunger Games- He vanished just as she did. Did something happen? He wasn't there at graduation, nor was he there for the after-party. The party made sense, but the big graduation ceremony, where the announcement of who got the Plinth Prize took place? That was unheard of. To everyone's surprise, the prize money was distributed evenly between the top remaining students. How nice?

You and Coriolanus had a certain.. History. You could be seen as rivals, but there was a lot of underlying tension that said otherwise- And a certain drunken incident behind a club a year back. That was in the past, though. Neither of you mentioned it, no badly how much you wanted to.

Still, your mind couldn't help but wonder. He wouldn't miss something as big as this unless something happened..

It still felt off to you, but you brushed it off and decided to call it an early evening, already feeling tipsy from the posca you had consumed earlier. Your mansion was surprisingly bustling when you arrived home, Avox’s raising up and down the stairs. That was odd. Normally, it was only ever this busy when you had company, and you weren't aware of anyone coming over. Surprise change of plans?

“Mother?” You called out, slipping off your coat and hanging it up.

“Ah! There you are, darling.” Your mother entered the foyer, wearing her iconic bright smile. “Sorry about all of the.. Commotion.” She gestures to the tongueless servants running up and down the stairs with a hint of disgust. “We're getting your graduation present in order.”

“Aw.. Mom, you didn't have to do that.” You smile, and she pulls you into a hug.

“Nonsense, darling.” She pats your shoulder as she pulls away. “You've done so well, worked so hard.. It's the least we can do. You just go rest now. We'll take care of everything.” She kissed your cheek before dismissing you.

You wove your way between a few servants before finding yourself in your room, and you drift off to sleep nearly the second your head hit the pillow.

***

A few days later, your gift was ready. After a lush breakfast, your mother took your hand and led you to the servants quarters- Where the maids and Avox’s resided. 

“Mother? What are we doing down here?”

“You'll see.” She said in a sing-song voice, leading you down an unfamiliar hallway. The chemical-y smell in the air gave away that it must be new. She paused in front of the door and turned towards you again.

“You're starting to truly become your own person, and that's a lot to handle on your own. Yes, you have help around the house, but… You need something a bit more personal. Someone who caters to your needs and your needs only, so..” She trailed off, grabbing the door knob and pushing the door open.

“Surprise!”

Oh, what a surprise indeed.

A boy sat hunched in the corner, shackled to the wall by his ankles with his knees pulled up to his chest. The light from a window on the wall opposite of him highlighted his blond curls and sharp features. Was he more than skin and bone at this point?

You took a step closer, only to find yourself face to face with him.

Coriolanus Snow.

“.. Oh my God.”

Your breakfast threatened to reappear.

Coriolanus’ head snapped up, and you got a better look at him. Sunken eyes, hollow cheekbones, chapped lips.. What had they done to the poor boy?

You were never a big fan of him to begin with, but.. This was just wrong. You took a hesitant step forward, and the boy flinched, cowering like a wounded animal.

“I'll leave you two to talk.” Your mother said a bit too cheerfully before leaving. How was everyone so okay with this?!

You kneeled in front of Coriolanus, watching the way his jaw tensed. “.. What the hell did they do to you?”

His chapped lips parted for a moment, like he was about to say something, but they quickly closed again. Oh, right, he can't say anything. The boy would live the rest of his life in silence.

You swallowed down the bile rising in your throat, turning your attention to the shackles around his ankles. The cuffs were far too tight and restrictive, leaving bright blue and purple splotches against his pale skin. There were a few marks around his wrists, implying further restriction, but they must've been removed earlier.

"Those look bad.” You muttered, reaching out to touch one of the bruises without even thinking about it. Coriolanus yanked his arm away from you, eyes narrowed in annoyance. “Sorry..”

You backed a step up before looking around in search of something to free hum. Nothing. Damn it. Your gaze traveled back to the blond. “.. I bet you're hungry, huh?”

He nodded after a moment, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed awkwardly. Was it always that prominent? “How does some broth sound?”

A flash of life returned to his eyes for a second, extinguished by the reality of the situation. It nearly made your heart flutter.

You smiled softly. “Yeah? Alright.. Just give me a moment..”

***

You returned around 10-15 minutes later with your very own ‘Avox-Care-Kit’, complete with water, broth, a blanket, and general first aid. You still couldn't find the damn keys to his shackles. 

Coriolanus almost looked relieved when you stepped back into the room, looking up at you like a puppy begging for food. How adorable.. Almost. It's a sick thought, but when he couldn't speak, he was almost bearable.

You draped the knitted blanket around his shoulders before setting the bowl of broth and water down in front of him. “I don't know how you are with solids yet.. We'll start small.”

Coriolanus mouthed a small ‘thank you’ before picking up the bowl with shaky hands and taking a sip. You watched as he swallowed, his face shifting into an expression of discomfort. He'd have to relearn how to eat.

The discomfort seemed to be somewhat tolerable as he downed the entire thing fairly quickly. The boy had never been that buff to begin with, but you'd certainly remember if he was this thin.

“.. So, uhm.. Can I ask you something? Or at least try?” Coriolanus nodded, looking puzzled. “Uhm.. Okay, how about..” You pulled out a sketchpad and pencil from your care-kit. Good idea, right? Until you found another way. You handed it to him.

“Okay.. What the hell did you do to end up as an Avox?” He cringed at the question, picking up the pencil and staring down at it in disdain before writing a sloppy answer and passing it back to you-

“Cheated. Don't ask.”

“Cheated..” You clicked your tongue. “Ah. Guess Highbottom wasn't kidding when he said cheaters wouldn't have a future, huh?” You joked. Coriolanus shot you a glare. Clearly, he didn't appreciate that. “.. Sorry.”

You cleared your throat awkwardly before standing back up. “I should probably go, uhm.. I have homework, and you need to rest.”

Coriolanus’ eyes widened a little, his brows creased with displeasure. He looked upset to see you go. In what world did Coriolanus Snow want you to stay by his side? The boy despised you.

Then again, this wasn't the same boy from the Academy. That playfully sinister glint in his eye was gone. This.. Was Coriolanus in his most vulnerable state. One where he couldn't say no. One where he had to listen. The tables had turned, for once.

Maybe you'd have to take advantage of that in the future.

#ao3 #fanfiction #the hunger games #thg #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus x you #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus snow #au #avox au #my fic

[ox1-lovesick]

ᥫ᭡ 투바투 ── reaction to you baking them cookies!

⌕ . . . pairing. txt x gn!reader genre. fluff ☁️ warnings. mentions of food, swearing (?) wc. 100-200 each

⌕ . . . synopsis. you bake tubatu cookies 🍪

⌕ . . . a/n: my first post on this smelly app i hope it doesn't eat ass 😻 also craving cookies really badly rn

── YEONJUN

we all know yeonjun is a BIG foodie,, he'd fall inlove all over again if you baked and cooked for him 💔

thinks it's so romantic.

you? took time out of your busy day? to buy ingredients? and bake cookies? for HIM??? my lordy lord he's so inlove with you

really doesn't matter how much you bake he'll finish them in an hour 💀 even if they don't taste that great, that doesn't matter. they were made by you, with your hands, your love and affection, he will absolutely eat every last crumb.

bonus points if you decorated them cutely, he'll take 15000 pictures from every angle and send them to everyone he knows. his mom, his dad, the members, his childhood friends, his choreographer, his manager, hitman bang, his teacher from the third grade, EVERYONE will know that you baked cookies for him and how delicious they are

── SOOBIN

he's a bit worried at first

traumatized from his own baking experiences (aswell as the members) he probably expects them to taste like charcoal

very hesitant to take a bite because he's worried he'll get salmonella but it surprisingly doesn't taste as bad as he thought it would???

what witchcraft if this???

suspiciously takes another bite and suddenly the entire batch has been polished

your cookies are his new guilty pleasure 😈

WILL NEVER EVER SHARE THEM WITH THE MEMBERS (even if you tell him to) they're his and his only 💔

will hide them up his ass if he has too, they must never know how good your baking is

── BEOMGYU

suspicious #2

beom is a picky eater.

he loves you, don't get me wrong but you'll have to try extra hard if you want him to even nibble on one of your cookies 💀

would probably pick a crumb off the bottom of the plate and say they're delicious 💀

eventually he does give in because as mentioned before, he's whipped ^_^

takes the smallest nibble tho

he literally can't taste anything cause of how little he ate but he'll call you y/n ramsay

you'll have to shovel one down his esophagus for him to taste it 💀

would probably pretend to throw up

but once he's done teasing you he'll compliment your baking ofc <3

as much as he doesn't want to admit it he's now hooked on your cookies

needs them like he needs air

"if i hypothetically asked you to bake your gross cookies again would you hypothetically bake them for me 👉👈"

── TAEHYUN

"🤨🤨🤨🤨"

he prides himself on the fact that he can cook a decent meal and the others can't, so if you were able to do any better than him it'd bruise his ego 💔

he's not gonna throw your tin of cookies on the floor and call them disgusting ofc he'd just feel a little bit threatened 🤨

would probably say shit like "tell your mom her cookies are delicious"

if you call him out on it he'll start getting whiny and defensive 💀

although he'll admit defeat eventually and ask you to bake them again

stingy #2 the members must never know.

will hide your tin in his underwear draw or something maniacal like that

although yeonjun will probably be doing laundry or something and find them 😭

and when yeonjun asks him about it he'll come up with the lamest excuse too please

"who put cookies in the sewing kit?" 😟

── HUENINGKAI

does a backflip the second they touch his lips

you know that Talk X Today episode where soobin baked tarts and kai tasted one and started doing roly polys on the couch?

that's him.

bro levels up when he takes a whiff of your baking

unlike the rest of his greedy members he'll encourage them to try your baking and give feedback (although if it's negative feedback he'll rub onions on their pillows (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

will ask to bake them with you next time and to teach him the recipe so he can bake them for you some time as well

he'll get flour up his nose and sneeze white for the next few weeks but he has good intentions !!

will brag about it to his family and friends

"you're just mad y/n doesn't bake YOU cookies leah 🤨"

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#txt fluff #txt angst #txt au #txt headcanons #txt imagines #txt x reader #txt scenarios #txtnetwork #txt yeonjun #txt beomgyu #txt soobin #txt taehyun #txt huening kai #tomorrow x together #yeonjun fluff #soobin fluff #beomgyu fluff #taehyun fluff #hueningkai fluff #choi yeonjun #yeonjun imagines #choi soobin #soobin x reader #choi beomgyu #beomgyu x reader #kang taehyun #taehyun scenarios #huening kai #hueningkai imagines #soobin imagines

[winns-stuff]

LO RANT:

Okay I just have one thing to say and it’s of course in defense of one of my all time favorite characters Thanatos. Something I’ve noticed is that no one ever checks Hades for verbally abusing his employees and insulting them. I know the same thing happened with him with Minthe and I feel terrible that that had to even happen in the first place but I hate that he can get away with it. In no way am I saying that it was his fault or anything but I am uncomfortable with the way he can get in everyone’s faces and start yelling and screaming insults and degrading them, even doing as much as invading their personal space and grabbing them physically and no one calls him out on it. That’s super annoying to me because his employees do not deserve to go into such a violent and hostile work place all the damn time.

Like honestly can you imagine working under Hades and being scared out of your mind and paranoid that if you do anything slightly wrong he’ll blow up on you? Or imagine trying to publicly speak in front of your peers just for Hades to humiliate and embarrass you in front of everyone who respects you or who gives you respect? Or even if he’s just angry and “stressed” and he gets up in your face and starts putting his hands on you, grabbing your clothes or putting his fingers in your face. Hades is a disgusting boss and I’m tired of hearing from him. His employees do not deserve to endure such abuse every single fucking day they have to come to work, they do not need to worry about the job that they worked so hard for being taken from them because Hades found another emotionally immature and unstable girlfriend, they do not need to worry about all of their accomplishments and hard work being put down and squashed under his feet just because he had a bad day. I don’t care if “he’s better now” because honestly it doesn’t seem like he cares about everything he puts his staff through. These people are people as well, I know they’re not gods or anything but they should be respected too. It’s not just Hades in that damn corporation doing every aspect of the job he has a whole team that he continues to take credit off of and just utterly shit on whenever he can.

Speaking of the damn “that was in the past” or “he’s better now comments” I really hope the people that say that can realize that this man makes people suffer every single day. In the trial he literally made the whole underworld go bankrupt and held the whole realm hostage, without seeing their loved ones or family, and for those saying that was 10 years ago even after Persephone and Hades “fixed” the underworld they didn’t even bother to check if any of their own citizens were okay. Think about it, they could’ve fell asleep anywhere and there could be instances where they would need medical attention, he literally only cared about the interior of the underworld and hasn’t even thought about them yet. He didn’t issue an apology for his immaturity as a king nor has he shown efficient leadership skills, this man has not and will never be caught dead surrounded by his own community. Never have I ever seen him interact with a citizen that wasn’t him abusing his power and threatening them. He doesn’t care about them and he surely hasn’t gotten better now. In order for him to get better and to change he’ll need to actually start apologizing and treating everyone around him who isn’t Persephone like a normal ass person, and even then I’m sure no one would forgive him because of centuries of mistreatment. Hell I wouldn’t, he doesn’t deserve respect nor does he even deserve to be blessed with such efficient citizens and actually because of all of this I’m bringing back my appreciation posts about them because if Hades isn’t going to acknowledge these people I fucking will. Tired of his shit fr.

Anyways that’s the end of the rant, I’m sorry for it being long but I just wanted to say it because it really does irk me how badly he treats people yet no one will even try to talk about it. I don’t even wanna watch this man find happiness and get away with being such a disgusting person, I want to watch the underworld citizens riot or some shit like real justice. But as I always say these rants are meaningless and very all over the place so none of this should be taken as fact or fuel to just randomly attack LO fans because that’ll never be cool and it’s very weird honestly, just don’t do that. If you agree or disagree is both cool with me and I’m down for either I don’t mind.

#lo critical #anti lore olympus #anti lo #lo hades #lo thanatos

[dimensions-multiverses-universes]

I wasn’t easy for me to be a Muslim and to be LGBT….and a life of confusion….

My name is Inaaya Mukhtar age 12 in a half when in was 5 way long ago I had everything I had Mom and Dad I had my family even friends soon in was getting but I was getting older things took a turn for me…when started everything changed for the world and I thought because it was all to do with us for what we done…but soon in was going to go to term 5 but Covid started and everyone change later on and people were dying there was no hope until they had a cure but soon when we met our families and friends and it was scary coming after lock down and kids in my age didn’t want to do the work or anything anymore and it was that changed it was my mother changed she never reached or helped that much not even hygiene I had to take a shower once a week cause she said so disgusting right? And brush my teeth day or night, and I never do homework since idk I was still 8 or something but I do it now, and she was always on her phone calls to other men even know we were Muslim and this was a bad sign and call for that matter, so later on she started go well a bit more mean towards me she tormented me for about 5 or 4 years and I had disorder eating problems and I went skinny and dark and pale skin and darker eyes and was still confused didn’t speak much until one day I saw tumblr and I was like I liked that fav fandom and so I asked my dad for permission he said yes so he done it I was like yay so I explored around tumblr and they always made me feel better even my online friends and one day I was still but i posted my irl pics of myself and I showed my mum by mistake and she told my dad and I was in trouble….so I stopped doing….and they’re were haters out there we’re cyber bullying and I also I had problems ready since I had deslyxia or whatever but I was still pronouncing word by word since I was slow learner at the time I also couldn’t put conditioner on my hair since my mum didn’t want me too but I do it now, And sooner I had trauma since my mum used to always traumatised me that badly and I always had deep depression and I had suffered a lot of pain and sooner or later we went to squdi Arabia and I thought we had a good time but my mum said she wanted to do Umrah but Nooooo she went shopping instead and I didn’t tell anyone about this but my mum blamed me for watching “P0rn stuff online” even know it was her… I was demonstrating I was scared but we went to Arabia and my mum and dad had a argument of a life time I was really traumatised cause my mom threatened my dad and throwed a chair at him also hit his head or leg or arm it could’ve been anything! But my said to me you should’ve recorded it in the first place on iPad then we will get proof of evidence, but yeah that’s what happened so my uncle and my grandparents came in but before that my mum banged her head on the door like she was mental, and so they were talking in Urdu and my mom was acting like a karen saying that he hit me! Even know my dad trying to protect himself since you were the one tortured us for years! And she said there’s a bruise even know there’s nothing there so she looked at me and she said ask inaaya she saw who done it I mentally scarred for life and I did not say anything everybody left the room except me and my mum she said to me why did I not say anything and I got my bag and was about open the door and she was like u want me to move back to Pakistan and i was like IF YOU WANT! So I slammed the door and you know what my auntie said to me that I couldn’t believe that actually happened my mum was nearly cheating on my dad and she also kidnapped my grandma and they said she crossed the limit so…and me and Amity Blight are the same person, that’s pt1 for yeah are you sure you want pt2 be honest there’s more to this story then you will ever know of…we will get to the LGBT part soon I’ll promise you guys…

#my thoughts #story of my life #lgbtq community #muslim community #no more self harm #what is wrong with me #sad stories #writers on tumblr #this is a message #a message #for all people #everyone #origin story #tumblr milestone #tumblog #goo jit zu #heroes of goo jit zu #thank you #the owl house #toh #Spread it to everyone #spread kindness

[aajjks]

mommy issues!JK

you remove jungkook’s hands from your shoulders and put some distance between the two of you. you want to curse jungkook out for planning whatever this was but because all eyes are set on him and nara, you decide to keep it simple, professional. you won’t give him the satisfaction of seeing you crumble or share the same embarrassment he tried to display upon you. instead, “i was just leaving” you say, completely disregarding his compliment. “you should head back before your girlfriend starts looking for you”

jungkook’s eyes widen, you must’ve seen and heard everything but he still can’t understand why you’re here. he offers to take you home but you politely decline and begin walking the opposite direction.

“there you are, koo bear~ oh? is that y/n? where are you going, love? the party’s just begun!” nara says as she hooks her arm around jungkook’s once again but you just keep walking. “c’mon darling! don’t leave so soon. you’re going to miss the best part”

you turn around “whatever, nara. i know you two set this up and honestly, you deserve each other. have a goodnight, assholes”

“bye bitch~” nara smiles. “you thought i wouldn’t notice you running after her? i’m not stupid jungkook. chase after her again and it won’t be her life i ruin, i’ll ruin your son’s life too”

~🫧

What the fuck are you talking about?

He is So confused right now because what the fuck did you mean by setting this up? That He did this deliberately? He is speechless right now. He feels so sick.

You sounded angry, and you looked at him like you were disgusted.. what is going on in the little brain of yours and why you think she’s his girlfriend when you obviously know that he wants you?

“WHAT THE FUCK NARA!” he removes her arm from his- glaring at her and the look in his eyes changes from helpless to angry because you’re gone now and he’s sure you’re going to kill him if he comes near you

He has to fix this.

“ for the last fucking time I am not your boyfriend. And stop telling people that we’re dating because we’re not you’re my fucking boss!”

You are gone,, he scoffs when she threatens to ruin his sons life as well and what makes her think that he’s actually going to be with her when she treats his son like leverage

Whether she likes it or not, his heart does belong to you and it always will and how can she throw you out of his heart? She cannot buy his heart.

He keeps glaring at her and he feels his anger peaking. He wants to hurt her really badly right now, but there’s no point.

“What do you want! I want to be with her and I thought you were dating someone this whole time! I WANT TO BE WITH HER. I SHOULD BE WITH HER. SHE MAKES ME HAPPY. SHE’S THE ONE I WANTED FOR SO LONG. SHE’S PERFECT FOR ME. I NEED HER AND I WANT HER!”

He begins to scream at the heiress like a maniac- “AND HOW DARE YOU CALL HER A BITCH?!!? When You’re the biggest bitch out here!” He glares at her.

The cracks are appearing.

“STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY SON AND HER BECAUSE I WOULD ACTUALLY RUIN YOU. DON’T YOU THINK I HAVE PROOF OF YOUR OF YOUR HORRENDOUS ABUSE?!?”

He knows what he needs to do right now and that is to go to your home and beg for your forgiveness

#ask: mi!jk #oh lalala he’s beginning to lose it 👁️

[rosemary-morgan]

Draco Malfoy X F.Reader - Forbidden flower (Part 2)

(Pictures are not mine! Found on Pinterest/Google - Collage made by myself. OC Jericho Griffin belongs to me.)

Many thanks to @fangirl-ramblings 🖤 she has been beta reading for me 🌹

This AU is set 10 years after the Battle of Hogwarts

👉 Read PART 1 here

👉  Read PART 3 here

👉 Read PART 4 here

Summary: Draco can't stop thinking about you. Day and night you are in his mind, until he finally makes the decision to be closer to you. Although you know that this friendship with Draco could quickly become dangerous for a married woman like you, you are not unwilling to his advances. Jericho has long since ceased to be the man you once married...

Warning: toxic relationship, domestic violence, angst (but also romance, fluff, protective and soft Draco)

Draco Malfoy X F.Reader - Forbidden flower (Part 2)

"How dare you, woman! Embarrassing me like that in front of Draco Malfoy?"

Furious, Jericho ran after his wife, who was on her way to the bedroom they shared. She was furious too, and still couldn't believe how her husband had behaved.

"You acted like an asshole, Jericho!"

Undeterred, Y/N kept walking and she heard Jericho very clearly behind her. With his heavy footsteps and his loud, angry snorting, but it made little impression on her. He had earned the slap.

"Don't walk away when I'm talking to you, Y/N!"

Jericho grabbed the young woman's arm and roughly made her stop. He spun her around to face him, and looked into her eyes, which sparkled angrily at him.

"You better stop fussing, Jericho. Otherwise, it'll only give you a nosebleed."

Suddenly, and without warning, his hand came down on her, giving Y/N a slap that made her cry out in shock. The young woman looked at him in horror, unable to believe what he had just done.

"It's about time you learned who's in control here! This is my house and you are my woman! You will do exactly as I tell you!"

He pushed her back so that Y/N staggered and really had trouble keeping her balance. Then he did it again and Y/N bumped into the small dresser.

"Stop it!" she yelled, but Jericho was beside himself with rage. His wife had dared to embarrass him in front of Draco Malfoy. If word got around the Ministry, he would be nothing but a joke and the thought of it was seriously hurting his ego right now. Y/N didn't understand the world anymore. Her husband had never been a charming man, but never before had he treated her so badly as he did at that moment.

"And what was the point of flirting with him all the time? Were you trying to humiliate me? You little slut!"

Y/N said no more, fearing that if she did, things would get worse. She could only hope that her husband would calm down.

"Say it!"

He slapped her cheeks, this time not with full force, but smaller slaps, until Y/N burst into tears and she turned her body away from him causing Jericho to actually let go of her. Suddenly it became very quiet. Y/N could clearly hear her heartbeat. Her breath shaking, she dared to look at Jericho and he just stared at her wordlessly but with such disgust in his eyes that it ran ice cold down her spine.

"You will not disrespect me like that again. Do you understand me, Y/N?" He sounded calmer, no longer so upset and angry. Still, there was clearly the tremble in his voice and Jericho held back for the moment. He was aware that his wife had to go to work the next day, so she couldn't have a black eye on her face. He didn't feel like getting in trouble for that.

"Do you understand me, Y/N?!"

Y/N narrowed her eyes as he yelled at her again and she just nodded hesitantly, which was fine with the young man. Without another word, he left the bedroom, leaving his wife shocked and scared. Y/N's legs gave way, she lowered herself to the floor as her whole body began to tremble. He had hit her, called her a slut and threatened her. This was not the Jericho she had come to know...

♦♦♦♦

Draco tried hard to concentrate on his work, but he wouldn't succeed. His thoughts kept wandering and he had Y/N constantly on his mind. Two weeks had passed since the dinner at Jericho's place, and Draco hadn't heard from Y/N since then. Well, they didn't have any contact privately either, although Draco especially wished they did. He was worried about Y/N, because in the end he couldn't shake the feeling that Jericho wasn't treating his wife well. It was just a guess, but what Draco had seen that night was already enough for him to condemn Jericho. Draco wasn't exactly a good person either, and he had done bad things in the past, but respect for women was something his mother had taught him.

"Fuck..."

Sighing, he pushed the documents away,  and looked up at the ceiling, wiping his face with his hand. Draco knew he wouldn't be able to continue working as long as he had Y/N on his mind. He had to get to her, had to check on her, preferably without Jericho. But would Y/N even want to talk to him about the evening? Maybe not for now, but it certainly wouldn't hurt to check on her. Draco knew that the young woman was working as a temp in Diagon Alley for Sugarplum's candy store. Draco's decision was made and so he left his office, finished his workday and reached for his black coat and dark green scarf, which he promptly wrapped around himself. It was getting colder with each passing day.

On his way, he ran into Jericho and Draco narrowed his eyes slightly, not noticeable to Jericho though. Draco couldn't stand this guy.

"Hey, Malfoy! Are you going home already?"

"Yes!" was the blond's short reply as he walked past Jericho, leaving him standing there quite irritated. Draco had no time to lose, at least not for this idiot...

♦♦♦♦

The sun had already set and the first snowflakes of the year were starting to falling. At this time of year, it was especially pretty in Diagon Alley andsoon everything would be covered under a thick white blanket of snow. The houses and stores were already decorated with Christmas lights. Draco looked for Sugarplum's candy store, which should be close by, and when he found it, he noticed Y/N, nicely wrapping candy for some children.

And there she stood; in a warm light that made her look even more beautiful than she already was. Draco smiled and he hesitated no longer, entering the store. This woman was driving him crazy and there was nothing to stop him from making himself known to her. He didn't care that she was already married. That jerk of Jericho didn't deserve her anyway and when a Slytherin set his mind to something, nothing would stop him from getting to his destination. At first Y/N didn't notice Draco, but he didn't stay hidden for long and when she saw him, her smile disappeared at first, for instantly she had to think about that horrible dinner. She was still very embarrassed and uncomfortable. If Draco knew what had happened after that, Y/N would be ashamed of herself. However, she smiled again as Draco gave her a charming smile.

"Hi, Y/N."

"Hey..."

She was surprised to see Draco, as she was not expecting him. But it was even more nice to see him, after all he had always been friendly to her and they never really had time to talk to each other.

"What a surprise to see you. What brings you here?"

"Well, I was just nearby, taking care of some business." That was a lie. "I thought maybe you'd feel like taking a little walk with me? Maybe get something to drink, too?"

The idea sounded tempting to Y/N, but what if Jericho found out about it? Each passing day she feared her husband a little more, as they continued to give each other the silent treatment.

"Now?"

Well, they had never done anything together before and then suddenly, out of nowhere, Draco wanted to hang out with her?

"I don't know, Draco. I have to work and... I have to go home afterwards."

"I see..."

Draco looked saddened, also gave her a sad smile and that's when she regretted her words.

"Well, then uhm... see you, Y/N."

He was really cute and Y/N started to throb; and her stomach tightened painfully as he turned his back on her and walked to the door.

"Draco?"

He immediately paused in his movement and turned to her, his eyes sparkling, a smile on his face.

"I'm off in twenty minutes."

Her charming smile now made his heart beat faster. He would wait for her and with the thought of having her all to himself once, he left the store. Meanwhile, Y/N wondered if she had made the right decision...

"It's very cold, Y/N. Are you comfortable out here?"

Draco would take her to one of the many inns to keep her warm, but the young woman was fine. Y/N had decided to wear a warmer coat and she was glad she had made that decision. She wore a dark green coat and a thick black scarf with it to keep her warm.

"Thank you, Draco. My coat keeps me warm. But I really wouldn't mind a hot chocolate later."

After a long walk there was nothing better than rewarding yourself with a warm, hot drink afterwards - preferably with whipped cream and a little cinnamon or some pumpkin spice.

Her sweet smile as she mentioned hot chocolate melted his heart. She was lovely and sweet, seeming to delight in the simplest things in life. The two quickly fell into conversation. If they finished one topic, a new one began. Talking to Draco happened by itself and once or twice they could be seen laughing heartily together, something Draco had not done for a long time. He just felt comfortable around this woman.

"Oh, God, remember when Umbridge escaped from Fred and George's giant fireweasel dragon? It was awesome!"

Draco remembered that spectacle very well, and Y/N seemed to have very enjoyed that event. He had actually played along on Umbridge's side and betrayed every student to get extra points but Draco didn't mention anything about that for now. Luckily there were a few other things they could both talk about, regarding the old days at Hogwarts but it was getting colder outside and so the two decided to retire to a café.

The young woman felt very comfortable since the café had a warm ambiance. It smelled pleasantly of roasted coffee beans and in the vitrines, delicacies like cream cakes and cakes of the season were to be admired. Though it had to be said that everything was represented here, and you could even get fruitcake at this time of the year.

"I love this café," Y/N said with a smile. Draco had to admit that he had never been here before, but he had to say that he really liked the decor, and being here with Y/N made it even better.

Draco picked up the menu card and it was quite pleasant at how warm it was in here, how good it smelled and how the people around him seemed carefree and content. He dared a quick glance at Y/N, who was also looking at the card. When she noticed his glance, he gave her a charming smile, which made her blush.

"Can I get you guys something to drink?"

One of the waiters approached the table to take the order. Y/N chose a hot chocolate with cream and cinnamon and Draco did the same.

"Thank you. Your order will be right up."

And with a few quick and elegant hand movements, the waiter whipped up the drinks for the two of them. Hot and delicious.

"Thank you!"

Magic was just something fantastic. Where would you get a hot drink faster than in this café? Instantly, the young woman reached for her large cup, which was amply filled. The whipped cream was enough for two people, but that wouldn't stop Y/N from eating it all.

"Wow... I forgot how big the portions are here!"

"Who's going to finish all this?" asked Draco, amused, reaching for his spoon to taste the cream.

"Us!"

She chuckled softly, spooning the cream before getting to the actual gold. As nice as this evening was, Y/N had to admit that she was afraid Jericho would find out about it. Actually, she should have been home by now, but she had decided against it. Y/N tried not to think about her husband, since she would have to put up with him later anyway.

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On this evening, both quickly noticed that they were on the same wavelength and that the chemistry between them was just perfect. Draco of course hoped for more. At least in the sense that they could continue to see each other without Jericho. He was aware that Y/N would not immediately fall for him, but he would be patient. And as for Y/N, she had lost track of time tonight, until she noticed that the waiter was clearing the table next to her. Instantly she dared to look at the wall clock. Shit! She had been sitting with Draco in this café for three hours! The young woman instantly froze and she could only hope that Jericho wouldn't cause her any problems when she got home later. Of course, Draco didn't miss her behavior, for she seemed to be very nervous right now. She had been laughing until a few seconds ago and now she looked so saddened.

"Y/N? Is something wrong?"

"I..."

She was all tense, but eventually she tried to regain her calm and relaxed her shoulders. Nervously, she scratched her forehead while forcing a smile.

"I... totally lost track of time. I should be at home by now."

"Yes, of course."

Draco would have sat here all night, but he could understand Y/N. Jericho would surely ask where his wife had been for so long.

"It was a lovely evening, Draco. Thank you for that."

And she meant it. It had been a long time since a man looked at her the way Draco did. She wasn't stupid, she knew Draco had a thing for her and she liked him too. This whole story would still bring problems, she knew that and in the end she wasn't unwilling to move on.

As she rose, Draco did the same and he put her cloak on her, getting a little closer as he did so, and Y/N felt Draco's breath on the back of her neck. She closed her eyes for a moment, as did Draco. The young man took in her scent and he savored that split second, forgetting everything around him and all because of Y/N.

"See you soon, Draco," she said softly as she turned to him and breathed a kiss on his cheek. Draco couldn't be happier right now.

"See you, Y/N."

And there she walked away, leaving the young Malfoy alone, but not without giving him one more smile before she left the store...

Draco was lying on his couch, lost in his thoughts again. It was dark around him, only the streetlights from outside cast light into the room, as well as a few candles he had lit so as not to be completely in the dark. He smiled, thinking of Y/N. He wanted to see her again, take her out, hear her laughing and show her a good time. But he was also worried about her. Draco hadn't mentioned a word about the horrible dinner where Jericho had treated her like dirt. He was sure the young woman could fight back, for Draco had seen with his own eyes how she had shown her husband his place. But he had no idea what kind of monster Jericho actually was...

♦♦♦♦

Y/N approached her house and with nervous fingers, rummaged the house key out of her purse, but suddenly the door was yanked open from the inside and Jericho's evil glare met her, for he was standing right in front of her.

"Jericho!"

As a greeting, he grabbed her arm roughly and dragged her into him, literally dragging her behind him.

"Jericho, you're hurting me!"

"Shut up!"

Jericho gripped her arm so tightly that the area almost went numb, and tears welled up in Y/N's eyes. He was furious. She had returned very late and he didn't like that at all. She had guessed that he would not be pleased, but she had not expected him to freak out like that.

He brought her into the living room, where he pushed her onto the couch and stood in front of her menacingly.

"Where have you been?! TELL ME!"

Y/N cringed in horror, her whole body beginning to shake.

"It's after 11pm! Where have you been?!"

"I-I went out for a drink with my coworker!"

"You tramp are lying to me! With what coworker? Tell me!"

"Y-you don't know her!"

"I asked you what her name was, damn it! Do what I tell you!"

"Daphne!"

The young man leaned over to her, looking at her with narrowed eyes witheringly, searching for the truth in her face.

"If I find out you're lying, you'll wish you were never born!"

Momentarily the young woman fell silent, horrified by his words, for she was becoming more aware by the day that Jericho was not harmless.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a resounding slap hit her. Her face was flung to the side and she let out a loud scream. She instantly held her aching cheek and the first tears ran down her cheeks.

"From now on, you will come right after work at home! Do you understand me!"

The young woman nodded hesitantly and Jericho acquiesced. When he finally turned away, she remained tense in her seat, not daring to move until he had finally disappeared from the room...

#draco malfoy #draco malfoy x f.reader #my fanfictions #harry potter #harry potter fandom #love #relationships #forbidden love #female reader #romance #slytherin #older draco malfoy #secret love #hurt/comfort #protective draco malfoy #soft draco malfoy #draco malfoy x y/n #draco malfoy x you #y/n reader #fanfiction #harry potter au

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Just A Man, I'm Not A Hero. Just A Boy, Who Had To Sing This Song.

Summary: Marc just gotten the call that his mom had died, and he has no idea how to feel about it.

Warnings: Suicidal ideation, self blame, a lot of internal conflict, and references to child abuse.

Word Count: 983 It's On AO3 -> Here

His mom was dead. Gone, deceased, never coming back. He was never going to see her again and he felt physically sick. He’d just gotten the phone call about the funeral, about the shiva, and he was fucking terrified. How could she just be gone? He’d felt her lingering over his shoulder, his identity, his entire life, and now he was just supposed to accept the fact that she’d never be there again. He’d done everything he physically could to get away from her, and now that he knew that he’d never have to see her again, he was terrified. He wanted her back. He didn’t want her to be gone. He wanted his mom back.

He missed her. Missed the way she’d smile at him. The times she’d rub little circles into his back until he fell asleep. How she’d leave the door open just a sliver with the landing light on, just because he was terrified of the dark. She’d hold him and let him sleep next to her when he’d woken up crying his eyes out from a nightmare, singing to him in a soft and hushed voice. The way he’d try to squirm away as she’d fuss over his appearance before going to temple. Always making a show of singing him happy birthday, making sure he had a nice cake and a party. The way she’d smiled at him the first time he held his baby brother and made sure that he knew he’d always be there for him, to look out for him. Because that’s what big brothers did.

It should’ve been me. I should’ve been the one to die. I never should’ve brought him into that cave. I broke her heart by killing her son.

He had also been her son. Her first born. He’d been the one to survive, and after that she had treated him like he was dead to her. Like he’d drowned alongside his brother. That the boy that had survived wasn’t a boy but a creature. Some monster that had crawled into the corpse of the person he was, the son she knew, and replaced him to suck the life force out of the family. And he hated himself for it. He had hated himself more than he had ever thought he was capable of feeling anything before and it was all because she did.

Society tells children that their parents know everything. That they’re meant to be respected and listened to, that they pass wisdom onto their next of kin in the hopes that their children can be better people than they were. Kids are never told that their parents are wrong. Your parents are smart, they know a lot more than a child would so you should take their word as gospel. But what happens when the people that you’re dependent on to survive suddenly turn their backs on you? What to do when your mom starts drinking? When she suddenly starts to scream at you. To blame you. When she starts to beat you. Tries to abandon you. He was never told what to do when his mom threatens to kill him. When she tried to kill him.

“I brought you into this world and I can take you out of it.”

She made him feel disgusting. So fucking worthless. So small, so weak, so fucking scared. And so incredibly fucking angry. He hated her. Hated the way she made him feel. Hated the things that she did to him, the things she forced him to go through. How he had to stay quiet. How he had conditioned himself into being good and not talking about it just because her reputation would be ruined. Because it would make her look bad and he didn’t want her to look bad because he loved her. And any time he thought about telling someone, just to say something- anything, he just wanted to punish himself because of how awful a son he would’ve been to destroy her image and make people see her like that in that light. Because if he told people lies about his mom he’d be a bad son, and good sons don’t speak badly of their mothers.

The more he thought about it the sicker he felt. The emptier he felt. It made him want to scream until his throat bled. Made him want to choke on his own blood until he was gagging from the overwhelming iron taste filling his mouth, drowning his lungs. The urges he’d get to try and kill himself in the most painful, damaging ways and purposefully survive so he had to live with the things he’d done to himself. The burning desires to grasp at his hair and tear it from his scalp, to gouge and gnaw at the skin on his fingers until he’d peeled down to the bones.

All he could think about was the nights as a child that he’d spent wishing she would just die. He could only think about the guilt that choked him like a noose after realising what he’d thought, what he’d whispered aloud to himself as he lay in bed with the moon dusting a faint light across his face. The betrayal he felt in his mind at even considering that acceptable for a split second, just for a selfish craving to be released from the never ending nightmare of both his waking and sleeping life.

But now that she was gone, all he wanted was to hug her one last time. To apologise to her. To try and make peace. And deep down he was fucking ashamed more than he would ever fully be able to even comprehend. Because he was still just that scared little boy stuck in the water-filled cave, just barely able to keep his head up above the water level. That scared little boy who just needed a mom.

#moon knight #moon knight system #moon knight fanfic #marc spector #wendy spector #my fic #writing #whump #ao3

[thought-crimes]

Imagine telling someone all year they weren't worth it. Telling them that yes, you love them, yes you want them, but you'd rather choose someone else instead. Imagine making that person you claim to love feel as if they were the problem, the reason for your ending.

Being the person who believed I'd lost the best thing in my life all year destroyed me. It broke me and brought me to darker places I'd never knew existed. I felt so unlovable and unhappy. I was trying to just settle. Be content in being around and spending time with someone I knew wasn't right for me because I didn't believe I was worth anything more than just being comfortable.

I stopped talking to you in September, and while you reached out for my birthday and I reached out for yours, I stayed adamant on no contact. Eventually, I realized I wasn't the problem. Eventually I met someone that made me smile everyday and looks at me like I hung every star in the sky and light the moon at night. She sees me and she understands me.

But then imagine coming back, being that person who broke me down so badly that I ripped my soul apart, just to tell me you're sorry and I'm the one that got away.

I wasn't the one who left. I wasn't the one that thought the grass was greener with someone who called you disgusting and a bitch. Who threatened you.

#lesbian #personal

[edenjohansson]

Chapter 17

fifty shades of red

warnings: blood, injured, scars

Nat's pov :

I can't remember what happened, it was so fast. I just remember the sudden pain and my attempt to scream Bella's name. Now it's dark around me, I have a headband on my eyes, like the one Bella put on my eyes the last time we were alone. Thinking of her makes me feel safe even if I don't know where she is and where I am.

The vampires who took us ran fast and suddenly stopped. They pushed me inside of a car, I think? I sat and tried to hear something but it was so quiet. I felt someone sitting next to me but I didn't recognized who it was. I felt someone attach my wrist together and put away the bandhead on my head. I let my eyes adapt to the darkness of the car. I looked outside and saw the landscapes moving fast. I didn't recognize anything.

I turned and looked at a woman next to me. She has black short hair like the one in Bella's memory. She looked at me and smiled. I felt anxious around her. I already know that she could kill me in one second and without any regret.

"You're bleeding, darling"

"Don't ever call me that monster"

She laughed at me and she looked terrifying. I looked down at my body and saw a deep scratch on my chest. I don't even know how I am still alive right now. My hands were still attached together and it started to hurt me badly.

"Don't worry I don't hurt you that bad, you're not going to die right now. Maybe later"

"Who the fuck are you?"

"My name is Senka. I'm the Queen of Europe. Nice to meet you Natalia Alianovna Romanova"

She was the one in Bella's dream. She was the one who wanted us dead. But why am I alone with her in the car? Where are the rest of the team?

"I know you. You were with Donna and her daughter. I saw you"

Her eyes widened and her hand was around my neck before I saw it moving. She pushed me against the car door and I groaned feeling the pain increased and the lack of air inside my lungs. Her eyes were red. I saw my life ended right now.

"Speak once more about my daughter and I'll cut your throat"

She spoke slowly. Letting me understand every word. I nodded, unable to speak. She let me go and I gasped as I breathed again. I looked at her again and realized that she said 'my' about Donna's daughter. I wanted to ask but I remember her warning. I stopped talking and looking at her and started to focus on the road.

***

I woke up still in the darkness. The car was still on and I was still with Senka. It seems that she didn't move a bit from earlier. I don't know what time it is but when I looked outside I saw the sun starting to rise. I think of Donna, where was she? Was she alright?

Suddenly the car stopped. We were in the middle of the forest right now. Senka got out of the car and opened my door. She took me by the arm roughly and started walking towards the dark forest. I looked back and saw Steve and Tony walking side to side. They looked so tired but did not seem injured.

"Steve! Tony!" I called them before receiving a slap on the cheek.

"Shut your mouth or I'll cut your tongue" Senka threatened me while still walking.

I looked back at my friends but they were looking at the ground. Senka stopped and I looked back at her worriedly. I saw a gate appear in front of me. She entered and dragged me with her. I rapidly saw many vampires arrive towards us. They bended before her but when they saw me they let a disgusting mimic appear on their face. Some of them looked at me with envy but more for blood than anything else. Senka was still grabbing me and entered inside of a huge manor. She strolled inside many different rooms when she ended up in a bedroom, it was quite empty, there was just a bed and a mirror.

"You are going to stay here for now. Some of my highest vampires will come see you"

"For what? You're going to torture me?"

I wasn't really afraid of torture but the fact that I was in the middle of immortal creature wasn't reassuring at all.

"No darling. We are going to eat you slowly" She started to say without emotions on her face "You'll be fed as much as you want, don't deprive yourself to ask. You can rest at any moment. You have a bathroom next to your room that you can use whenever you want. If you escape from the window you'll be dead in a minute"

"And my friend, can I see them?"

"You'll see them when we eat, you're not the only one who's going to be a meal"

As she said that she leaves me and locked the door behind her. I didn't move, I was scared but also angry and my chest hurt so much. She didn't even think of giving me some medicine but why would she? I started to look inside the room to maybe find something to cover my wound. I walked inside of my bathroom and found some bandages. I decided to take a shower and put on the bandages after. I found some clean clothes on my bed and walked directly under the cold water. I took 10 minutes under it to stop thinking.

After my shower, I wanted to eat and felt lightheaded because of the loss of blood but also the road and everything. I tried to open the door but it was closed. I heard footsteps behind it. I asked for some food and heard footsteps walking away. Maybe 5 minutes later the door opened and a woman came inside with a tray of food in her hands.

She was so pale. It was like she was scared of something. She has short grey hair and grey eyes, the same as Donna. I saw a collar around her neck and on it a sort of jewelry with her name on it. Juniper. I already heard that name. Donna's sister. She talked about her at the party.

"You're Donna's sister?" I whispered to her, afraid that a vampire would hear us.

She looked at me without understanding. It was like nobody has spoken to her for days.

"Donna?" She asked me, whispering. Her voice was rough.

"Belladonna, sorry"

Tears started to fall on her cheeks but she rapidly wiped them off. All of her body shivered and I leaned to touch her but she stepped away from me.

"I don't want to hurt you Juniper. I promise"

"I...I. I don't.... I'm sorry"

"Don't be. It's okay. You're safe with me"

She cleared her throat to speak again.

"How do you know my mom?"

Wait. What?

"You're mom?" I asked her, surprised.

"Belladonna. She's my mom not my sister"

Oh my god. That's her. The little girl from Donna's memory. The one she said was her daughter. How can I forget about that? It was obvious that it was her but right now I have in front of me the daughter of my girlfriend and she seems really unwell.

What am I supposed to do? 

#natasha romanoff #fanfic #marvel #smut #vampire #belladonna #fanfiction #natasha #aesthetic #blood

[starstruckmoneyfestivalhumanoid]

The Problem With Court Of Darkness (game).

A) Jasper.

Look, I'm not gonna lie - the makers of this game fucked up. And by fucked up, I mean really fucked up in all the wrong ways.

Call me harsh, but what in the fuck were they thinking? They made a romantic route about a character that a) Drugs, molests, and forces a woman into getting drunk, and then b) Created a 'romantic' scene where said character seduces us by fantasising about how he touched us whilst we were unconscious and wants to do it again.

This is NOT okay - and I can't believe this was allowed by the Play Store. This is revolting.

And that's not all - Voltage released an event in the Japanese game where we choose between Jasper and Lance. Now let me summarise for you: Jasper manipulates MC into getting drunk, and keeps guilt-tripping her into drinking more and more, even after she can't walk and can barely speak. Lance then comes along and gets MC away from him and helps her sober up a little, and warns MC about Jasper being a shit person - before Jasper comes back and tries to once again guilt-trip MC into ditching Lance and going with him, whilst discreetly insulting Lance because he was there first, getting all frisky with MC despite her being nearly passed-out drunk.

Then we choose a character to follow.

I literally have no words for how fucking disgusting this is.

Finally a few minor (in comparison) scenes - when Jasper is meant to be teaching MC how to be a maid and so he teaches her all the wrong things because he finds it funny, putting her at risk (she was in hiding) and embarrassing her.

How he physically forced MC into Guy's room whilst she was having lunch, locking her in and letting Guy harass her and force her into a contract against her will.

How he has (multiple times) done nothing whilst Guy literally holds her hostage against her will.

B) Guy.

Nearly as bad as Jasper to be honest.

Shall we talk about how he uses magic to force her into telling him things against her will? Or how she has to agree to be his servant and do whatever he wanted just for him to stop? How about how he refused to allow her to befriend his brother, dragged her to his room, molested her against her will, and then proceeded to break their promise and use magic to force her to stay still?

How about the time he forced her to be his by refusing to let her leave and threatening her? Or when he used magic to force her to come home with him and tried to severely injure Toa when he came to rescue her?

Or the smaller moments, like when he removed MC's clothes and forced her to bathe with him? Or how he forced her to be his partner to the ball and forced her to take lessons days after day? Guy is a sexist, cruel, horrible person, and the fact that he's meant to be the lead consort is disgusting.

C) Fenn.

A lot better than the others (surprisingly), but I'll never forget the one scene that made me hate him - when he used his magic to render MC unable to move and proceeded to go farther than kissing with her in public. Disgusting.

Also, the fact that him being a chronic liar to the point where he actively misleads and gets MC into troubling or embarrassing situations can't just be accepted because "I had a sad childhood so that gives me permission to be a dick".

D) Guy and Fenn have no qualms about kissing MC against her will. I don't like Toa either, as if Guy hadn't immobilised him, he would've done the same, when she was scared, a stranger (he made a move).

I'll be honest, a like a lot of the characters - but this game fucks up so badly with some of the MAIN consorts. If the creators seriously think that is REMOTELY okay, then I fear what their views on love is, because it's sickening.

On top of that is their horrible plot in general - nearly every route is EXACTLY the same:

All the girls are jealous of MC and try to sabotage her (most common idea when you're bad at storytelling ever), or MC spends half the route jumping to conclusions and presuming her partner/crush doesn't like her or their relationship is failing before of a fortune telling session, and rather than do the normal thing and communicate (like you should with a paramour), she does bad or silly things in secret to try and fix it and ends up troubling her partner before whoah! Turns out the power of love fixes all! That, or it's Guy refusing to communicate.

So all in all? Redo Guy and Jasper's routes, and personalities in general.

#court of darkness #cod #guy #guy avari #fenn #fenn luxure #toa #toa qelsum #Jasper #Jasper lane #voltage

[chloe-spade]

Caterella - Prologue: How it started

Cater was once a young boy, whose views never changed.

His father was a well-off salesman, one who travels the seas to deliver any item he was given like a spectrum of gifts. Every time he came back, he gave Cater the most wonderful gifts but Cater often gave them to others who needed them more than him.

His mother, though he barely remembers her, was a royal seamstress for the royal family. He always came with her when duty calls and played with some other children there.

She was quite friendly with the queen, even best friends.

He even talks to the queen's grandson, who was shy but welcoming toward Cater. They always talked in the gardens and played together.

Cater loves his time here and simply being with his mother.

But tragedy struck as his mother died of a mysterious illness that some couldn't explain, even Cater's father couldn't explain it.

"Cater," He remembered her say, "I know that this will bring you down and how it pains me to know that," her hand rested against his cheek, "I want you to smile, be happy, no matter what life does to bring you down, you'd best show that you won't let that bring you down and smile. Cause no matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing, the dream that you wish will come true."

Cater nods as he cried, trying to smile. His mother smiles along with him as well, though sad, you can see the happiness in her eyes.

Cater missed his mother but knows she wouldn't like him unhappy because of her.

After a year, his father found himself in love with a woman, and with Cater's encouragement, had gone out with her.

The woman was Rosalind Dior, a jeweler of the town. Cater's father was devoted to her and Cater had no problem with her.

She even had two daughters his age, Astrid and Mika. Both were always close as sisters should.

They relentlessly teased him badly, always calling him names that he often ignored.

There was one time when his father was going on his travels.

"Now, Cater, girls, I'll be back within a week. Do you desire anything from your travels?"

"Jewels, such as necklaces and bracelets," begged Astrid, "Please?"

"I would like jewelry as well, but I would like a flute," added Mika.

"Cater?"

Cater was silent for a moment, he didn't know what he wanted but he gave a small smile and said, "I would like nothing, but I wouldn't mind if you gave me a gift!"

Cater's father laughs."That's my boy!"

As he left to speak to Rosalind, the girls glared at Cater with disgust he didn't comprehend.

"Of course, little rich boy doesn't know what he wanted. You must be gotten everything." Mika ridiculed.

"Rich kid!" Astrid snickered.

Cater didn't know how to respond that day but he shrugged it off. He wasn't offended by it as they were rich kids as well.

But the tension between them and Cater was horrible but Cater saved face for his father, as at that time he planned to marry Roselind.

Cater was beyond happy as his father was happy with a woman he seemed to love and happy with.

He can handle anything for his father.

A few months, his father died during his voyages, and only his colleagues came to tell the family the devastating news, staying with Cater until his sadness caused him to sleep.

They gifted Cater a locket, one that was similar to that his mother wore. He kept it safe and worn every day as his life slowly spiraled more.

Roselind moved his room to the attic, all of his clothing was either taken or torn. After a sudden change, he was tasked to do every chore that she listed.

"Why," he would ask sorrowfully, "why must it be me? I have done them yesterday."

No matter what he said, if he refused, Roselind will shout and accuse him of laziness before forcing him to do chores. A few times where she threatened to hurt him if he didn't do it.

"You disrespectful brat! You had it easy, didn't you? You complain and complain! You better do your chores before things get worse for you."

There were nights when he sobbed and sobbed hard until he passed out.

This led to where he was now, scrubbing the furnace and the only source of light was a single candle and a small window.

His scrubbing pace begins to slow as tears form. He couldn't continue as he begins to cry, cry to himself and cry to the world.

"I can't," he sobs, "why did this happen to me? It's hard to live in a place where you can't escape, even when people watch you suffer and do nothing about it but smile. No one can help you, no one to support you.."

Cater looks up at the window, seeing a big star.

"Would it be worth it to wish upon a star? To wish for an outcome that'll never happen?" He looks up at the window and sighs. "I suppose it could not hurt." He grips his locket and sighs. "I wish...I wish for an escape, or not just that..a way to maybe make this easier, to find a reason to make me happy again. I wish for that."

As soon as he stopped, a small gleam appeared behind him.

He turned around as the light slowly begin to form, creating a silhouette of a person, actually two people.

"Hello there!"One of them greeted," My name is..." He stops suddenly as he sneezed into the fireplace.

Cater gasped and helps him out."Are you ok?! Oh my God..."He quickly brushes the cinders off his suit.

"I'm ok! Not the first time," he laughs.

"My stars, Kalim, you always have a fun introduction." Laughed another voice behind Cater.

Kalim pouts, "It's dusty in here," he dusted himself off. "This will definitely go on my rep sheet..."

Cater looks at both."What is going on? Who are you two, and what are you doing here at my house?"

"Oh, don't fret," the other walks over, "My name is Lilia, and this here is Kalim. We are your fairy godfathers,"

Kalim smiles."Yep! You made a wish and now we're here. Though I didn't expect to appear in a basement,"

"Oh, I know. But our little boy is in a dilemma," Lilia declared, "being a maid to his own family. That's why we're here,"

Kalim frowns."Oh, that's right. Maybe we should do something now."

Cater sighs."I'm dreaming...this can't be real, the dust is going into my head. I should keep cleaning and go back to sleep. "

"Hmm," Kalim walks around, "dust over here and there...dust is everywhere! I can't believe this.."

"May I ask why he's freaked out?" Cater asked.

"Oh don't mind him," Lilia laughed, "he's one of our new faes, and this is technically his first human. I'm here 'cause I want to and a guide."

Cater nods as he and Lilia watch Kalim inspect the entire area, occasionally sneezing.

"That's enough, Kalim, you'll get dizzy sneezing like that."

Kalim grabbed his wand as he begins to look around. He saw a broom and smiles wildly. "Now... what're the magic words."

"Magic?" Questioned Cater," what does he mean by magic?"

Lilia summoned his wand."Oh don't fret too much, it's what we do. As fairy godfathers, we try to make you happy."

"I don't think I wished for happiness."

"But you wished for a better way to deal with this mess of chores. So, we're here." Lilia grabbed some cleaning supplies." Bibbity," he looks at Cater with a smile, "Bobbity," he raises his wand, "Boo!"

Magic surrounds the supplies as they magically begin to scrub the dirt and Lilia grabbing the water bucket.

"That was it!" Kalim smiles and repeated it, causing the broom to sweep.

Cater could only stare at the magic before he rest by the fireplace.

"Thank you," he mustered, looking down.

Lilia sat next to him."Of course, it's our pleasure to make you happy, but of course, we have our limitations."

"But," Kalim added, "We're going to be here with you, and we'll help you!"

"God...I feel...flattered," Cater mumbled and smiled.

"We'll keep an eye on this, you should sleep."

Cater yawns as rests against the fireplace and after a few minutes, snores were the only thing heard in the room.

✳️

Cater yawns as he opens his eyes to a new, clean basement.

"Cater!" Yelled Rosalind, "That basement better be cleaned!"

Cater gets up and looks around, the supplies down and not moving, no sight of dust, and no sight of his fairy godfathers.

The door opens as Rosalind inspects the room, trying to find any spec of dust that Cater must've missed.

"Hmm, I suppose you're not as worthless as I thought," she muttered, "and you already cooked breakfast. You....are excused,"

Cater exhaled in relief as he walked upstairs, coming to the kitchen.

"Wow, she screams loudly." Mutters a tiny voice from Cater's pocket.

"Hmm?" He looks to see a tiny mouse, yawning in his pocket.

"I guess so," he answers,"how did you get into my pocket?"

"It's easy when you have magic," he yawns.

"You're one of the fairy godfathers. Kalim, am I right?" He whispered, grabbing some food.

"Yep! We agreed one of us should stay with you. You know, for safety precaution."

Cater shrugs as he strolls up the stars."Where's Lilia?"

"Oh, he's an elder godfather, he's very busy."

Cater smiles and rest on his bed," it's just going to be like this for a while, so best to get comfy and plan our escape."

"Great! Don't worry, I'll help you whenever you need me!"

✨

Lilia wanders throughout the hallways of the palace, hearing swords clink.

He smiles as he walks in."Ah, Lord Malleus, practicing without me?"

"You were taking a while, Lilia," he mumbled, attacking the dummy once again.

"You had another argument with your grandmother? About your future again?"

"She's rushing me, Lilia. I don't know how to convince her to calm down and now there's a royal ball planned in a few weeks." He sits down.

"And you might think I could convince her? My apologies, but no one, even me could change her mind. But don't worry, you might find that special some pretty soon."

Malleus nods."I hope so, Lilia."

"I know so."

#Cater Diamond #cinderella cater is a dream #caterella #fanfic #twisted wonderland #twst #original work #original character #lilia vanrouge #kalim al asim #malleus draconia #mallekei #malleus x cater #cinderella au

[the-firebird69]

Also going on here in Charlotte county

-they're calling out people for ordinances they're breaking whatever is curfew which has been in place and put together for a long time is 9:00 p.m. if you're outside yelling and screaming or playing your stereo loud you're going to get a ticket or get arrested if you don't stop or warning and so on has been happening all over town people would make its tons of noise and the sheriff has not been doing the job but today they say they're going to: the Maxwell McDonald's also said they're going to enforce rules and laws to stop these people and threaten their son to and then they say not badly and we're watching and this is severely if we have to and if they do we're going to after them: and other things are saying the meeting we're not so great they say that they're calling us even slobs and the threatening the Sun in the meeting and Mike too can we grabbed after and he talks a lot it is telling us their plan and we can't let them proceed with it so there will be a lot more than just friction with them they will have to stop and cold and we shall I refuse to bow to that jackass we did we refuse to finally they're selecting people to fill in roles of local government and more and we don't think they'll be in this week: they also said this if he refuses to comply if he refused to comply we'll start penalizing him and it's not just like this idiots so yeah that's what the idiot McDonalds have for meetings and my daddy no longer goes to them. They're also evacuating

-this other people who have meetings like this Stan got off and he started saying we have to get him out of there even though he's paying rent timey and religiously. And he's making all sorts of threats in his meetings with his people and they said could you just get to the business or hand we can't hear anything and he had to stop but when they start saying what's we're going to go after him the kidnap from here and it's very disgusting there another group that's evacuating and they are bringing their hardware out where we said and it takes a while cuz they are enemies

-biden he's been arguing in the morning meetings of his with his people saying we should try and capture him I have the inside route and they're all tell him no but they mean yeah and they say it and they're spewing threats and we're hitting them in return they're also evacuating and our son and daughter are not surprised

-miscellaneous are unscrupulous to start haters and her at each other in the meetings and hardly say anything but bring him down and s*** like that and they're going to be brought down and it's just a big pissing match and they're ugly and they're leaving too and like we said out of here they're out of here with their hardware

-the match started attacks on all of them and because they're being attacked by all of them the clothes too have heinous meetings and they're awful they're going after each other it's with a lot of the meetings about and they talk about the max even though they know they're listening and us let me get their ass handed to them during the day almost no matter what they do so they don't care what they sound like and they're going to take a beating today and they're going to leave and we're going to repair his house. Somehow they get things out of here which is very odd but with foreigners around me trying to come back in and they get the stones and they get the hammer they might get them from the foreigners and that's probably what happens they're a little bit gullible for people been around for so long it's true and that makes a lot more sense our son says and also the max they take stuff and probably lose it and in Vegas that makes sense too he says so we're getting ready to basically go to war with these imbeciles as they leave and it's starting up real soon as in right now and we need all our troops up this is a big group of people

Olympus

We're getting up and we're getting ready and we're lining up and we're going to be moving out momentarily

Thor Freya

We have a huge contingent and it is dedicated to this task and it's forming and it's our people our race and we are requesting more and they're showing up very fast

Abomination and She Abomination

You need everybody to be on their toes so we need to start moving now so we're going to post

Fred Castle hardcastle Duke nukem Blockbuster Hera Zeus

[devildomdisaster]

Idk if you read Lore Olympus but chapter 129 gave me an angsty request idea.

So Persephone, who’s the goddess of spring, goes into a hibernation-like state and when her emotions go out of control, she ends up growing her hair really long and her body sprouts a lot of plants from her; to the point of covering her and whatever area she’s in with her plants.

So I would like to request head cannons of the Brothers reacting to an MC who gets really sad whenever the brothers insult or threaten them and after several weeks of being berated by demons it causes MC to shut down and go to their room but mistakes a comfort spell with a plant curse that causes their hair and plants to grow continuously long. The plants fill up MC’s room and while they would normally be surprised at the mistake, they don’t care any more. They allow the plants to to grow, even wrap around their neck and body, and hopes the curse kills them off before the brothers notice as they go in the “hibernation” stage of the curse (The curse causes the victim to grow a lot of plants and vines from their body until they die, which can take a few days).

I’m sorry for being so long and descriptive, I just wanna see the Bros panic and feel guilty that MC felt pushed to do this to themselves but I understand if you don’t want to do it

I don't read Lore Olympus but you described the situation really well so I hope this is something close to what you wanted.

Comfort spell gone wrong

Lately, nothing seemed to be good enough for the demons. No matter what you did one of them would find something to berate you for.

“Mc, your grades are subpar even for an exchange student. You’ll have to try harder in order to not be a disappointment to Diavolo and myself.” Lucifer warned over breakfast.

“Mc, you burned dinner. You should learn to be a better cook.” Beel grumbled. As if you had ever seen any of these ingredients before ending up in the Devildom.

Even Mammon seemed to be in a particularly unpleasant mood. A never-ending string of complaints about how hard it is to protect an ordinary human. “Geez, you’re such a hassle human.”

Taking refuge in the library to study and to give Mammon a break from you proved disastrous and nearly deadly. Somehow you’d managed to spill your cup of tea all over an old somewhat rare text after Asmo had barged in and startled you. Your string of bad luck continued when Satan rounded the corner and saw the soggy tea-stained pages you’d been trying to decipher. In his fit of rage, he’d called you several unpleasant names and asked if you were “capable of doing anything right or if all humans are as stupid as you?” You’d left as quickly as you were able to avoid any more of his wrath.

No matter where you went you kept walking in on Belphie napping and without fail he’d say something nasty to you, that would make tears burn the backs of your eyes.

Levi had angrily called you a “useless normie,” who he wished would “never come back.” and had pushed you from his room with a slam of his door.

Even Asmo who usually just ignored you when he was upset found every reason imaginable to critique your every aspect. Physical and personality. Not a single one of which made you feel any more than worthless.

So was it any wonder when at the end of a long week you’d locked yourself in your room and decided to try that comfort spell you’d heard Solomon talking about? It seemed simple enough. But then your tears had blurred your vision as you’d recited the words and your Latin was still shaky at best. But it was just a few lines! And there was no way you were going to go to one of the brothers for comfort when they had seemed perfectly happy to make you miserable for the last few weeks.

You’d read the spell aloud and curled up hoping that the spell would kick in and you’d feel even just the slightest bit better. The blinding green light and sudden drop in energy was the first and only warning the spell had gone wrong. But being new to magic meant it still sapped your energy, so you didn’t stop to think something might be wrong. By the time you realized what was happening, everything was out of control. Plants had begun to sprout from your skin and the floor around you, growing and growing. With each inch they grew you felt your exhaustion creep up and consume you. You were just so tired. Your eyes fluttered closed. This was wrong! You forced your eyes open again. You need to fix this. The spell! But a short nap wouldn’t hurt, would it? You’d have more energy after you woke up. Then you could go get one of the brothers. Satan would know how to fix this. Or Lucifer! He’d clean the spell up easily. Yes, after you woke up…

Lucifer hadn’t seen you all weekend. He figures you’re most likely studying. But you don’t show up for meals and none of his brothers have seen you either… and oh Diavolo! He can feel the spell from the dining room. How did he not notice sooner? The cold pulling sensation of the spell, like it was sucking the warmth and life from its surroundings.

When Lucifer reaches your door Mammon is already there. Knocking and shouting for you, but there's no answer. He all but breaks your door down, his brothers behind him, and finds you at the center of the spell. Unresponsive and covered in the plants using your energy to grow. The plants had begun climbing up the walls and twisting through your hair, sending out snow-white flowers.

“Beel! Don’t!” Lucifer warns as Beel reaches out to pull a handful of plants from you. “We don’t know what did this and what will happen to Mc if we just rip the spell off like that.”

“Lucifer, Mc did this to themself,” Satan points to the open spellbook. “It looks like they got a comfort spell mixed up.”

Fortunately, your last tired thoughts were correct and Lucifer is able to break the spell quickly. You wake surrounded by the brothers.

Lucifer:

All this happened for a comfort spell? Because you didn’t feel like you could come to him, to any of them?

He’s so sorry Mc. Enough that as he leans down to pick you up out of the mess of withering plants you can feel tears fall onto your face.

“Nothing I did was good enough for you Lucifer. Any of you. I just wanted to feel… I just wanted-”

His heart breaks when he realizes this is his brother’s fault, his fault. “You are always good enough, Mc. Much more than I could ever ask you to be, and if I ever made you feel like you weren't. No, the fact that I made you feel like you weren’t, means I have been truly terrible.”

You’re choking back your own tears now and you curl further into his arms as he carries you down the hall. “You said I was a disappointment.”

“My dear Mc, you have never been, nor could you ever be a disappointment to me. Forgive me for ever making you feel as if you were.”

Lucifer takes you to his bathroom and draws you a bath to wash away the last of the plant matter from your body.

Afterward, he’ll bring you anything you ask for. He wants to wrap you in his arms but doesn’t want to push you, so he asks softly if he can hold you.

He’ll spend weeks trying to make this up to you, even after you forgive him, he’ll be sure to tell you how much he loves you more often than he did before.

Mammon:

Shit human! Why didn’t you come to him? He loves you so much and oh. He made you feel like a burden.

How could he be so stupid when he knows how his brothers make him feel?

Mammon begs for your forgiveness in front of all his brothers.

“Please can ya forgive me? I never meant to make ya feel like a burden. You're the only human I- I want to protect you Mc. I’m so sorry.”

Mammon helps you up and since your room is covered in plants he offers to let you sleep in his room for the night.

He wraps you in blankets and brushes the hair from your face with trembling fingertips.

There are still a few stubborn leaves sticking to your face and in your hair so Mammon takes a warm washcloth and wipes them from your face before gently untangling the plants from your hair.

You’ll be getting little gifts and tokens of mammon’s affections for the foreseeable future.

Levi:

He threw you out of his room when you came to him for comfort and the guilt at seeing you almost die because of it is eating him alive.

He feels frozen

Maybe you would be better off without an otaku shut-in like him. He starts avoiding you like the plague.

You start to think that Levi is so disgusted with the fact that you did that spell that he doesn’t want anything to do with you anymore.

Despite this Levi still checks up on you. He wants to know that you are ok, he just does it without you knowing.

He’ll ask his brothers about you and discreetly glance at you during meals to make sure you’re eating enough and look healthy.

A few days later when your favorite and manga anime start showing up outside your door you confront Levi. “Are you mad at me? Do you just not want to be around me after what happened? Levi, I miss you!”

He is shook, and he can’t believe he messed up so badly.

He’s happy that he can invite you to hang out again, and he makes sure to spend long nights gaming or watching movies with you until you fall asleep against him. He’ll even stutter out how much he treasures his time with you, blushing fiercely all the while.

Satan:

Satan feels anger swell up inside him. How could he have let this happen? How could no one have seen how upset you were?

Once the spell has been dissolved he is at your side instantly. Brushing vines from your skin. His fingers are shaking in anger but his touch is so gentle.

When both you and your room are cleaned up Satan sits at your bedside, book in hand, reading to you.

He just wants to be close to you now. He wants you to know how much he cares about you but is still too worked up to get his thoughts out properly.

Eventually, his thoughts calm and he stops reading in the middle of a sentence. “Mc, I am so sorry. I never meant to make you feel unwanted. Every day I spend with you is infinitely better than a day without you. I know the spell was a mistake but… we almost lost you. I almost lost you.”

He wants to talk about what pushed you to do this. He won’t push but he really does think that he will be better able to help you if he understands.

Satan makes sure to spend more time with you from now on. He makes a conscious effort to check his temper at the door and be with you when you need him.

Sometimes he’ll just read to you until one of you confides in the other in quiet voices.

Asmo:

As you blink your eyes open Asmo gently brushes some plants from your cheek.

You are so pale and his heart breaks as you flinch away from him. You feel like a mess and you know you must look like one too so curl your body away from him trying to hide. Trying to avoid his critical gaze.

This is the moment Asmo knows he screwed up.

He draws his hand back, for a moment, before reaching out to you again. Cupping your cheek and wiping your tears away with perfectly manicured hands.

Lucifer has him take you to his bathroom to clean up while the rest of the brothers work to clear the plants from your room.

Asmo is quiet for a long while as he untangles plants from your hair.

“You’re so loved, Mc,” he says softly. “You are.” he insists when you shake your head no.

“More than you could ever know, and it’s our fault for not telling you. My fault for not making you feel worthy.”

After this incident, Asmo wants to make sure you know how beautiful you are. He starts self-care days once a week that soon turn into whole family affairs. Each week different combinations of his brother attend and you all work to pamper each other.

Asmo makes sure nothing like this happens again, he never wants to be part of the reason you feel unloved ever again.

Beel:

At first, Beel thinks you did this on purpose. Once the brothers realize you messed up the spell he is less angry but no less distraught.

Once you wake up, he wants to take you to get desserts. He’s heard humans eat Chocolate/ other sweets to feel better. And this makes sense to him, food does make everything better.

But you don’t want to go to Madam Screams or the kitchen to make your own. You’re still so tired. Not to mention embarrassed that you screwed the spell up this bad.

And now they are all staring at you like they care so much when none of them had any time to notice how they were making you feel before.

When you become unresponsive to the brother’s questions and apologies Beel scoops you up in his arms and walks away with you.

Something about the way he holds you close to his chest and his warmth causes you to finally let go.

You bury your face in his shirt to muffle your crying.

“I just… I felt so alone! And… I...but no one” you gasp out shakily between sobs.

Beel soothes you with soft murmuring as he gently cards his fingers through your hair and strokes down your back.

Once your crying quiets he starts to speak “Don’t do that again. You can always come to me Mc. I’m so sorry you felt like you couldn’t”

Belphie:

Belphie thinks it’s a joke at first. “Man, how could they mess up this bad?”

Then he sees Lucifer’s panicked expression and it hits him how serious this is.

Belphie is immediately by your side. Hands frantically feeling your wrist for a pulse.

After Lucifer breaks the spell and your eyes flutter open Belphie is filled with relief until a wave of guilt washes through him.

He can’t believe he fucked up so badly again. Sure this time he didn’t directly cause you physical harm, but he did play a role in causing you to almost die again.

“I am so very sorry Mc, I never meant to hurt you.”

He does everything he can think of to make it up to you. Anything you ask him for, as long as it’s within his power, is yours. No questions asked.

He asks permission just to hold your hand for weeks afterward as if he thinks you’ll come to your senses and decide you don’t want anything to do with him.

He wants to comfort you so bad.

To make sure you don’t feel like this again Belphie pulls you away to nap with him as often as he can get away with it. Most likely only a few times a week (much less often than he would like). Sometimes he uses this time just to talk with you. Others you really do nap, and Belphie curls himself around you. Occasionally he enters your dreams while you nap together to make sure no nightmares can touch you.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #obey me x gender neutral reader #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus #obey me satan #obey me belphie #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel x mc #belphie x mc #mammon x mc #asmo x mc #leviathan x mc #beel x mc

[moonlit-reveriee]

Baby Blue

technoblade x fem!reader

concept: techno is scared of ‘corrupting’ the reader, but the reader’s kinda into it...

content warning // NSFW, virgin!reader, very minor angst?, small argument that gets resolved

listen to this while you read: BBBlue (Single) by Olivver the Kid

(this fic was heavily inspired by the lyrics of this song, so i highly recommended giving it a listen!)

───※ ·❆· ※───

When Techno found out you were a virgin, he was terrified. Not necessarily of the thought itself, but of the implications.

He’d never forget the look on your face when you told him. You tried to be casual about it, but he knew you well enough to spot the dusting of pink across your cheeks. You nuzzled yourself closer into his side. Whether out of embarrassment or something else entirely, he couldn’t tell. All he could feel was his heart dropping as the voices chanted at him to “ruin her”

Of course you, his pure sweet angel, would be a virgin. He once again crumbled under the idea that you had chosen him. How on earth could a person like you even think of being with a beast like him. Yet alone, giving up your virginity to him.

He hated how horribly turned on he was by the thought of taking it.

The voices had been relentless about it ever since. They were hyper focused on your every move, twisting every thought of his into something promiscuous. When you rolled out of bed in the morning and stretched, a small sigh escaping your lips, it was endless cries of “make her do that again” “you should fuck those moans out of her” “make her scream”

While making breakfast together in the morning, they wouldn’t stop telling him to “bend her over the counter” “take it right here”

Even at times where he was alone, the voices preoccupied him with endless thoughts of you. He was fairly certain they had forced him to imagine every possible way in which he could have you. “imagine fucking her against the wall” “you can be gentle for the first time y’know” “she’d feel so good writhing underneath us” “press her face into the mattress instead” “make her get on her knees and suck you off” “she’ll be such a pretty little slut for us”

He tried to take care of himself as often as he could, but it was becoming impossible to keep up with. There were only so many times a day he could jerk himself off alone behind locked doors. He was desperate, and sexually frustrated to say the least.

He felt disgusting for it.

After a week of this torment, he could barely even look at you yet alone touch you without the voices and his own guilt pounding against his skull. You couldn’t even think about broaching the subject again, because he was avoiding physical contact like the plague. He wouldn’t come to bed until he knew you were asleep, and would leave long before you woke.

As much as he tried to hide it, you could tell he was tired. Something was wrong, but you knew that he’d never just tell you about his problems unprompted. Techno was insufferably stubborn in that way. After several days of avoiding your gaze and leaning away from your touch, you chose to confront him.

“Techno”, you called for his attention quietly, trying to sound stern while remaining gentle with him. He didn’t turn to fully face you, but he glanced at the spot on the wall just above your head.

You struggled to find the words you wanted to say, so you settled on telling him, “Techno, you look tired.”

He turned his attention away from you. “Just a lot of work around the house this week. I’ll be fine after I rest.”

“Then come to bed with me.” You saw the way his body tensed and tilted away from you at that simple suggestion.

“I just need to write a couple letters first. You can go ahead of me.”

“Techno...”, you whined, daring to take a step closer to him. He gave you an almost panicked look, “why does it feel like you’ve been avoiding me?”

“I haven’t been avoiding you”, he responded quickly, trying to look through you instead of at you.

“Yes you have”, you responded firmly. A flash of guilt washed over his face at your tone. “You haven’t kissed or touched me for nearly a week now. I don’t even know for sure if you sleep in the same bed as me anymore. Fuck, you barely even talk to me.”

Angry tears threatened to spill down your cheeks, but you wanted to hold them in. Techno felt his chest tighten at the sight of it. He instinctively turned and reached out to comfort you, but forced himself to freeze.

“There”, you said, gesturing towards him, “just like that. You’re stopping yourself. Why are you doing that?”

He repeatedly opened and closed his fists at his side, wanting to have any conversation other than this one.

“[y/n], there’s just a lot going on in my mind right now”, he said. It wasn’t a complete lie. “I just need to work though it.”

“Then let me help you.”

“No”, he responded a little too quickly, “I- I mean, I just don’t want to talk about it with you yet...”

“Why not?”, you retorted, trying to squeeze any information you could out of him.

“I just don’t, okay? It’s uncomfortable, I don’t want to talk about it yet.”

“... is this about me being a virgin?”

“I never said that”, he replied, but the tension in his shoulders was enough to tip you off.

“Ah geez Technoblade, if it was that much of a problem for ya, you should have just told me”, you said sarcastically, “instead of avoiding all physical contact for a like week straight!”

“It’s not a problem, [y/n].”

“Certainly doesn’t feel that way.”

Techno huffed in frustration, grabbing a fistful of his hair at the root. He wasn’t sure if he was more upset with himself, or the fact that a few of the voices were still begging him to “please fuck her already”

“Love, I wasn’t avoiding you because I didn’t want it. They”, he tapped a finger against the side of his skull, “they want it so badly. It’s driving me insane.”

He breathed in and out shakily, trying to gauge your expression in the brief moments before he continued.

“I’m a monster. I’ve spilt more blood than anyone every should in a single lifetime. My appearance is more beast than man.”

He looked up briefly to find you staring right at him, a tight-lipped frown upon your face.

“What does that have to do with any of this?”

“I- ... I don’t want to corrupt your innocence”, he admitted.

“What on earth do you mean by that?”

“[y/n], you’re so perfect”, he answered almost breathlessly, “you’re so kind and so pure. Just living with me does enough to taint your reputation, I don’t wanna-“

He cut himself off to swallow thickly. He almost seemed scared of the words he was going to say next.

“I don’t want to ruin this part of you either...”

A heavy silence filled the tiny sitting room of techno’s cottage. In those few seconds, your eyes widened ever so slightly as his words suddenly clicked in your mind. This hulking boar of a man, an undisputed war criminal, was scared. He was scared of damaging you, your reputation, or your recently revealed ‘innocence’. Compared to himself, he saw you as a pure being who could be tainted by unwholesome thoughts.

If what he said about the voices was true, then his actions of the past few days would’ve made sense for him.

“Oh techno...”, you muttered softly, tentatively placing a hand on his jaw. His posture was curled inward, making him look small despite his size. He was stiff at first, but allowed you to lift his gaze to meet yours. He searched your eyes desperately for an indication of your reaction. You gave him a reassuring smile.

“Do you remember when we first met?”

A small wave of confusion washed over his face, but he nodded anyways. “It was at the festival...”

“That’s right”, you said, moving the hand on his face down to rest over his shoulder, “and do you remember what I did that day?”

“You threw an axe into Schlatt’s shoulder”, he answered, watching as the scene played out in his memory.

You lived with Niki in her bakery at the time, and witnessed firsthand the injustice she faced during Schlatt’s presidency. As the chaos after Tubbo’s execution occurred, you took the opportunity to hurl your axe where Schlatt stood upon his podium. The blow wasn’t fatal, but that wasn’t necessarily your goal. You just wanted to see the man in pain.

“It was a lucky shot really”, you admitted, “I wasn’t even aiming properly.” That managed to draw a small smile onto Techno’s lips.

“And do you remember”, you continued, “when I tried to confront the Butcher Army by myself?”

He grimaced at the thought. You had told him you just needed to make a quick trip to L’manburg for some supplies, leaving him at home alone to recover from the previous day’s events. You returned that evening with a sprained wrist and a couple large bruises forming on your body. None of them were trying to kill you, but you took a pretty good beating from Quackity just for trying to confront them.

“Why are you bringing all of this up now?”, he asked.

“Because”, you said, “this is the evidence that will support my next point.”

He looked bewildered by that statement, but continued to listen.

“I’m not a perfect person”, you resumed, “I have blood on my hands just like you do. I know it’s hard to compare to you, but I’m not devoid of my own sins. I can be mean, I’ve hurt people. I’m not a pure, angelic being who would quiver at a single inappropriate thought. I think you forget that sometimes.”

He let your words swirl around in his head; he couldn’t deny the logic in them. The evidence prevented him from denying the truth of your statement. He could almost be mad that you’d talked him into a corner, but he was more overjoyed at the fact that you knew him well enough to do so.

“And you know...”, you spoke quietly, letting your hand fall down to rest on his chest, “if you did somehow ‘corrupt my innocence’ as you say... I really wouldn’t mind that.”

Techno’s breath hitched in his throat. There were a brief few moments, maybe minutes, where he just stared at you. Then his lips were on yours; sudden and clumsy, but passionate. You gripped the fabric of his shirt as he grabbed at your waist, desperate to have you in his arms again.

“I’m sorry, I had to”, he muttered, his lips left hovering a hair’s breadth away from yours.

“You’re so silly sometimes”, you sighed affectionately, rubbing small circles into his collarbone. He gave you a gentle smirk before pressing another kiss into your lips.

“I’m sorry darling, I really am”, he said as he drew you into a tight hug. He took in your scent and the feel of your skin for the first time in days. It felt like he could survive off the feeling of your arms wrapped around his body alone. He wondered why he ever let himself be depraved of this.

“You know I trust you, right?”, you spoke with your face pressed into his chest.

“I’m not sure why, but yes.”

You decided not to reprimand him for saying that. You could help him unpack all that later. Instead, you brought your head up to whisper in his ear.

“You have my full and unconditional consent to take my virginity whenever you’re ready.”

Techno inhaled and held his breath, though for what, he wasn’t sure. It took a while for the full weight of those words to sink in. He leaned back to stare at your face, bringing one of his large and shaky hands up to cup your cheek.

“Are you sure?”, his eyes were wide with trepidation, practically pleading with you to tell him the truth. You leaned into his palm, indulging in the feeling of his skin on yours.

“I want you, techno. I’ll wait as long as you need me to.”

Techno was lost in your words. The sudden absence of guilt left his heart light and airy in his chest. For the first time in days, the voices were only a gentle murmur.

“she’s so beautiful” “she wants you” “make her feel good” “show her how special she is” “make her smile” “she’ll be so pretty” “she’s always pretty” “be gentle, no need to rush”

“make love to her”

“... I think I’m ready now.”

───※ ·❆· ※───

ayyyy guess who finally finished writing something!!!

parts of this feel a little rushed but ehhhhhh i was just excited to finally post it. i looove writing techno as an extremely self-conscious character who’s too caught up in their own head to see how ridiculous they’re being. so, this was a treat for me to write

i hope you enjoyed :D

-moonlight

#c!techno #red:moon #mcyt x reader #techno x reader #technoblade x reader #mcyt smut #techno smut

[kirishoshego]

Confidental Composition//Bakugo

!!!MINORS DNI!!! 18+ONLY !!!

This is the first part of my little 'Teachers Pet Series' (I will add the link once I got all parts covered and the right ideas).

Summary: A simple task fucked up late at night as you send the wrong version of a piece of homework to your English literature teacher Mister Bakugo. Of course, he would want to see you after class the next day. But not for the reasons you might think. Pairing: Docent!Bakugo x afab!student!y/n // Words: 4.2k+ Side note: Insert a friend or random name you want for X :)

TW: nsfw: slow burn (sorry), spanking with a ruler, hair pulling, being bend over a desk, calling him sir, spitting, choking, dirty talk, degrading, slight praise

„Write an essay about the worst description of a woman or coitus. In the essay, explain why it is bad and then rewrite it. At least 30 pages, max. 60 pages (sources and any other extras you please to include, excluded). Due Date: 8 weeks from now on, 35% worth of your end grade. Questions can be asked per E-Mail, or, if you must, I’m free every Wednesday afternoon for meetings strictly for this essay and this essay only.“

A sigh left your lips as you starred at the piece of paper for the tenth time today ever since he handed it out to you and your classmates. The options you had were endless, you knew so many bad pieces about both topics and could write more than 100 pages about them as well. Everyone in class you talked to had decided on their topic already, some were even further. It was X who told you to just write the topics on a piece of paper and let fate do its work.

Black ink on a badly ripped blue note decided that you were going to write about a sex scene. Just now that you thought about it, rewriting something like that for your professor to read was an awfully stupid idea, yet you decided to listen to a small piece of paper.

At first, you were going to go with Fifty Shades of Grey but you felt like the choice was chewed up and spat out. It took you three days to finally decide on a book and once you settled there was no turning back. Considering your ignited interest in this topic you weren’t surprised when you were done within the first four weeks. Knowing the editing is going to take another week, maybe even a week and a half, you decided to take a small break, just one or two days off. On your second day, you decided to visit the new coffee shop that had just opened up around the corner.

Never had you expected to see your professor near your living spot. You were about to greet him when you noticed his pissed-off expression on his face and only now did you spot the woman behind him. She grabbed his arm and made him turn on the relatively small and empty street.

„Suki you can’t be serious,“ she was angry and hurt, while he seemed to be angry and annoyed. Not much of a difference than to how you see him on the daily, to be honest. „Are you fucking stupid? Of course, I’m fucking god damn serious. It was your choice to cheat on me and now I choose to throw you on the streets where you apparently belong, go ask one of your little boy toys to take you in for all I care,“ you were frozen in place, not entirely sure what to do. Right now your eyes were glued on his chest that was clad in a tight, black pullover, rising up and down heavily as his nostrils were flared caused by his anger. „Because you gave me no choice! If you like that sort of weird, rough shit then paddle your own canoe! I need something soft and tender-,“ before she could finish her sentence he laughed. Cold and slightly maniac in a way.

„Then get some fucking chicken! If you don’t like how I’m in bed then break up with me and piss off but don’t send my best friend a nude to ask him to come over. Even a ten-year-old would see how stupid that is,“at that moment your eyes met. His eyebrows were furled together, red eyes expression furry and disgust. Blond hair usually styled like he was going to be on the cover of Vogue, like he had been before, now slightly messy. Plump lips slightly apart to let his teeth shine through slightly before wetting them with his tongue. Your eyes widened and before you knew what you were doing you waved at him, making him cock his eyebrows in confusion for a second before noticing it was you who he was looking at. Turning on your heels you walked past busy crowds of people as you walked back home, trying to understand what you had just seen and why your angry professor had turned you on more than anyone had done before.

It was a stupid idea to ditch the next teaching unit of his but you had absolutely no clue how you were going to look at him. You knew teachers had a private life themselves, but never would you have guessed that you would run into one of them in your small area. As far as you knew he lived across town according to the very, very few private stories he had shared in magazines.

„Dear Professor,

down below is my finished project as an attachment in form of a PDF. I know you request it to be printed as well and I had planned to hand it in today, but sadly I came down with the flu. I’m looking forward to attending your next unit in the following week.

Have a nice week,

Y/N Y/L/N“

Maybe he had forgotten that you were there already and you were worrying too much about it. You were his student, nothing more, nothing less. Bakugo could care less about you, right? The flu did go around a lot right now, so it wouldn’t be completely unthinkable that you were sick. Itching eyes signaled you that it was time to go to bed now, so you closed your laptop and went to bed, not knowing what the next day will hold for you.

X had waited for you at the main entrance the next day to give you all the information you might need and ask why you weren’t there, considering it was obvious that you had the flu for one day only. At first, you were hesitant to explain what you had witnessed, it was messy already and you doubt Mister Bakugo would want the fight to go viral at his workplace. „Just one of those days you know? I had my mind completely full and felt like crap,“ that was the best excuse you could come up with, a white little lie that wouldn’t harm anyone. „Glad to see you’re doing- Oh, hello Professor,“ X smiled at someone behind you. There was no need to turn around to know who it was, the scent of his very expensive and extremely beguiling perfume clouding your mind. „Hello,“ his gruff voice greeted your friend shortly as you turned around, met with his muscular chest. You didn’t expect him to be so close to you, but here you were, tilting your head slightly as you looked up to him through your lashes, feeling not just your cheeks growing hot. „Good morning Sir,“ your voice sounded a lot more confident than you were feeling. Bakugo clenched his fist around the fake leather of his bag, his red eyes starring right into your soul as you had no chance of escaping whatever was going to happen next. „Miss Y/L/N, just the person I was looking for,“ fuck. „You were?“ X and you said at the same time, but your friend decided to excuse themself after a single glare from the older man. „How may I help you, Professor?“ You asked after swallowing down the anxious feeling that threatened to rise. „I received your Mail yesterday, with the PDF,“ okay, why did he search you just to tell you he got your assignment? Was it that bad? „But I’m relatively sure that it was the wrong one, considering I doubt that you want your teacher to know that 'this shit is so bad, but I wouldn’t mind being bent over a writing desk like that' with a smirking emoji at the end,“ only when his finger pushed your chin upwards gently you noticed that it was agape, shame filling every molecule in your body as you already planned your escape out of this country. Nobody was near you to see the weirdly intimidating scene happening between you and your teacher.

„Also I know you didn’t have the flu. I don’t appreciate being lied to. Tomorrow five p.m. in my office, don’t be late or you will get in more trouble. Send me the actual version tonight so I can grade it. I won’t let something as unprofessional as this slide again, understood?“ You nodded, taking in all of the information given to you, and somewhat in all of this mess felt thankful that he was giving you a second chance. The man in front of you rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue, ordering you to speak up. „Yes Sir, thank you,“ you sounded more confident than you felt inside. „Good,“ was all Bakugo said before he turned around, leaving you behind in the big hall dumbfounded and confused… And horny.

As if Chronos himself felt immense joy in your misery, minutes appeared to be hours and the panic inside of you only grew the closer you came to five in the afternoon. You tried everything, watching a show, listening to podcasts and audiobooks, reading a book you had put of for so long, went outside, cooked something, worked on another assignment, stopped yourself from destroying your hair, made the phone call you so desperately had put off and it’s still only ten p.m on the same day. How was that even possible? As you laid in bed you tossed and turned, the thought of your really hot teacher all angry, breathing heavily, his hands roaming your body. It was hard to pinpoint exactly when those thoughts turned into a very lucid dream, but when you woke up in the morning, already an hour too late to your first period, all you wanted to do was scream into your pillow.

Considering first class is canceled, you wanna go grab breakfast? X texted you.

Canceled? Checking your mails you saw your teacher had sent out a mail, excusing themselves and explaining they came down with the flu. A blessing in disguise. You let X know that you would meet up at the building and go grab something near it. Once agreed, you took a quick shower, a moment of peace given to you as water hit your body. There was no way you could do anything between your last class and the meeting with Professor Bakugo, so you tried to look your best possible for the next upcoming hours.

Suddenly time flew by and the closer you got the more you begged for a little bit more time, for him to postpone it, anything. But no, here you were, five minutes early and looking around to spot the blond man with no luck. „Miss Y/L/N. Step inside,“ you jumped slightly as his voice boomed up behind you, not expecting him to be in the office already.

Once you walked inside you were stunned about how clean everything was, no matter where you looked it was neat. His books were sorted alphabetically with marks between them to let him know when a new letter began. As far as you could tell he used cherry wood for his pieces of furniture, a big, black carpet in a corner underneath a small seating area, and some books placed on the table. Even his paperwork was stacked in order. Big glass windows allowed the evening sun to fall into the room, its warmness kissing your skin while you were seated in front of him, a big writing desk between the two of you, on it your work.

It was quiet for a short moment, before he leaned back in his chair, red eyes mustering you up and down which didn’t help at all. „What would you like to talk about first? Your assignment or the fact that you lied to me?“ Why was he so bothered by your lie? You knew plenty of students calling in sick every once in a while even though they aren’t. „I apologize for both of it. It shouldn’t have happened and I learned from my mistake,“ you were hoping that it would ease his anger a little bit but he seemed more worked up than usual. „Although I don’t understand why you are so angry at me for it? Plenty students lie-,“ „Yes, but they aren’t stupid enough to make it so obvious,“ he interrupted you. „I could care less about who’s missing my class, it’s their fault in the end if they decide learning is unnecessary. However you are one of my top students, I expected better from you. You could have excused yourself with no explanation. But you chose to add the feeble lie about being sick for what?“

You took in a deep breath, feeling as if another lie would be caught immediate, so you had no other choice but to tell him the real reason: „I heard the fight you had with the woman you were with, in the café, and I didn’t know how to react when I see you in your class,“ there was a small moment where he looked honestly confused before something clicked in his brain. „So it was you who I saw. What did you hear?“ „I can’t really rem-,“ „One more lie and I will lose my temper, don’t test me,“ shit, why was he turning you on so much right now. He’s your teacher for god’s sake and angry at you, this wasn’t the right time. „That she doesn’t agree with certain things in your private life,“ „Like?“ he knew you tried to talk around it, yet he wanted you to talk about, to see you embarrassed again, he liked that look on you. „The way you fuck,“ it was said before your brain could even comprehend the words, another apology laying at the tip of your tongue but his next question cut you off before you could say something else. „Why were you there in the first place? I’ve been there a few times and never saw you or any other student,“ he explained. „Because I live close by?“ It sounded more defiantly than you had wanted, causing your opponent to cock his eyebrow.

„I feel like you’re forgetting who’s the authority figure here,“ he walked up to his door, locking it before coming back. Now he was right in front of you, slightly sitting on his desk and the sleeves of his button-up shirt pushed up a little. „No sir, I’m sorry,“ „You see, the problem is, I don’t really believe you,“ with that he pulled you up, bodies pressed against each other, letting you feel his toned torso while the muscles in his arms flexed slightly.

„You lied to me once already, I think I have to teach you a lesson,“ everything happened so fast and you suddenly found yourself face down on his desk with his hand between your shoulder blades, the other one grabbing his wooden ruler. „If I recall correctly this is what you wanted right?“ His voice was low, slightly above a whisper as his upper body was pressed against your back while he pulled a few hair strands from your face. „Yes, but Professor I don’t think this is a good idea,“ your inner voice yelled at you, saying this was the best idea ever, angry that you possibly ruined your dreams coming true.

„Tell me to stop and I will do so immediately. Your choice. There will be no consequences if you worry about that,“ he reassured you, waiting for you to get up and run, but you didn’t and the current position allowed him to feel you clench your legs. „So?“ He asked again, the ruler in his hand basically burning with the anticipation of hitting your skin. „No, don't stop,“ you breathed, awaiting his next move.

„Good,“ with that he exposed your raised ass, your underwear the only thing between your bare skin and the wood that came down upon it, one foot raising in the air because of the sudden pain. „From now on if you say stop I won’t listen, you will tell me how you feel through colors. If it’s too much you tell me red and I will drop everything, understood?“ Another spank was delivered to the same spot.

„Yes,“ another one. You weren’t sure if he hit harder or if your skin turned more sensitive with every blow.

„It’s sir to you,“ you could feel him lunge out but shortly before the ruler came down he stoped, laughing slightly at your small jump.

„Yes sir,“ another one.

„You’re going to apologize every time my ruler paints your cute ass even redder, got it?“ You nodded your head, a moan escaping the back of your throat as he spanked you yet again.

„One more thing, be a good girl and stay quiet, wouldn’t wanna get caught now do we?“ He knew it was going to be torture for you to follow his order the more he continued and in a way he wanted you to fail. There was so much build-up inside of him and it appears that you were willing enough for him to use you as he pleased. That’s why you were his favorite. Bakugo knew what he was doing was wrong and he never expected to feel this way for one of his students but forbidden fruit tastes the best.

You stopped counting after the seventh blow, sorries, sirs and small whimpers fall from your lips as if they were your whole vocabulary. At one point you started crying, tears mixed with mascara running down your cheeks. He tried to remember something that turned him on more than the sight of your messed-up body with no luck. Everything build up inside of him, everything itching in his hands, the inner desires he had to soften for his ex, it all was going to come down on you. His thick girth twitched at the simple thought of finally being surrounded by your dripping wet cunt.

A warm soft hand rubbed over your bruised flesh while the other one found its way into your hair to pull you up to him, your back arched.

„What are you sorry for?“ Your mind was clouded with pleasure and pain, the only thought right now was the feeling of his dick print right between your sore cheeks. „I asked my little bitch a question, I expect you to fucking answer,“ this time he spanked you with his hand but it was just as intense as his ruler. „I don’t know,“ you breathed, a soft moan slipping out of you when his thumb barely circled your throbbing clit. „You’re just apologizing because you want me to use you?“ You could hear him chuckle lowly before he pushed your underwear to the side, his middle finger now playing with you. „Yes sir,“ Katsuki couldn’t hear a single ounce of shame in your voice and he wondered how long you had been thinking about him like this before.

„I never expected you to be such a dumb, cock hungry whore,“ The sound of his belt hitting the floor was dull like it was far away from you but at the same time, you felt him closer than before. Strong hands around your waist turned you around and once again he lifted your head with his finger underneath your chin, studying your ruined make-up as if he was memorizing every little detail he never wanted to forget. The blond, muscular man lifted you with ease, your behind getting a small moment of cooling as it hit his wooden desk.

Bakugo dried your tears slightly with his thumb, smearing it even more. „Only for you,“ you whispered and in that moment he couldn’t stop himself, he just had to kiss you. Not sweet and gentle, but passionately and hungry, like he was poisoned and your kiss was the antidote. The hand behind your head traveling to the front as you were laid down completely.

„If I had known before I would have fucked you so much sooner,“ with one hard thrust he was buried deep inside of you, one hand over your mouth because he knew you wouldn’t be able to keep quiet and the other one around your throat, squeezing shut and watching you struggle against it slightly. Your professor was thicker than what you were used to and you didn’t know how good it would feel until now. With the first few snaps of his hips, you knew you never wanted to feel something else anymore.

Your hands went to his arms and you tugged on them, causing him to let go as the blood found its way back to your brain. „Color?“ he asked, afraid you weren’t able to handle him. „Green,“ was all you could get out before another moan cut off your ability to talk.

„Good girl,“ he whispered into your ear, kissing down from your earlobe to your shoulder before sucking on a rather sensitive spot. Both of your wrists were held over your head with his left hand, with the explanation that he doesn’t appreciate being stopped while using you however he pleased. The right hand was going from between your chest after he admired your bouncing tits thoroughly, to your stomach to connect with your most sensitive bundle of nerves. Bakugo switched from circles to eights, from fast to slow, but the harshness of his hips never haltered.

„I know you wanna scream right now, but I can’t allow that. Can’t let others hear what a dirty slut you are for me right now. I promise I will fuck you in my house if you behave now. You can moan my name as much as you want. Or maybe I will gag you, watch you drool all over yourself. Maybe I will tie you up and edge you for an hour straight until you’re begging me to fuck you, you like the sound of that, huh? I can feel you squeezing around me,“ another chuckle left his plump lips as he watched you struggle to stay up on your feet.

„Maybe I will let you choke on my dick while I work on something for the next lesson. Gonna use you as my little cum dump. Let you think about it again when I talk about it in front of the whole class. Do-,“ you were so close when a sudden knock on the door startled you both, but he never once stopped what he was doing, if anything he went even harder, whispering into your ear to be quiet for him.

„Hey Kat, your ex is outside and says she wants to talk, want me to send her in?“ It was the psychologist professor Shinso, his voice as done and deep as usual. „No, I’m occupied,“ Bakugo saw your mouth open after you fought so hard against it, he couldn’t let you moan, not right now. He did the first thing he could think of, spitting into it and watching you swallow. Oh, he would definitely film you do this with his cum covering you everywhere and the thought brought him slightly closer to his release. „Still grading papers huh? I don’t get where you got all of that energy from,“ his voice was blurred out by Bakugo whispering into your ear. „Do you want me to tell you what we're doing right now? Let him know I’m fucking my little toy stupid right now?“ And while you were shaking your head no it was the last straw for you and you found yourself grabbing his hand to put over your mouth, biting your lips until you tasted blood to muffle the scream you couldn’t stop. Bakugo cursed under his breath when he could feel you throbbing around his dick and your nails digging into his arm. „Tell her to leave me the fuck alone, she’s already forgotten,“ his voice sounded strained and you knew he was close as well. „Ah, I see. Well then have fun,“ his laugh was fading away the further he went.

„Can’t believe that made you cum, you’re even more perfect than I thought, such a dirty girl, tsk,“ both his hands are on your hips and he pulled your body against him with every thrust. You were still coming down from your orgasm when you felt his thrusts turning sloppy before he stopped completely, his dick now pulsing while he was holding you tightly. Breath uneven and getting stable on his feet again he turned you around, careful so he wouldn’t hurt you.

„Next time I gonna make sure you can’t walk but right now I need you to be able to leave the building,“ he pulled his pants back up and added: „Sadly,“ before walking around his desk.

It was still hard for you to stand so you sat down, wincing as the usually soft cushion now felt like thousand of tiny spikes on your bruised ass. Before you pull your bottoms up again he grabbed your wrist and pulled you up, once again with a stern expression on his face you were so familiar with.

„I apparently really fucked you stupid if you think I let you leave like this,“ having him put cooling cream on your bare bum felt more intimate than having him be balls deep inside you. „Sorry I just thought-,“ „Well, you thought wrong. I don’t know what kind of boys you had in the past but now that you have me there are going to be changes, got that?“

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[yanderecandystore]

Could you please do a fanfic for a male version of Yandere! Lady Dimitrescu (from Resident Evil Village game) with the reader.

I really like the Resident Evil franchise but I'm too lazy to know what the hell is happening in the older games XD I'm so sorry about that-

I loved watching playthroughs of Resident Evil Village (can't buy the game ;-;), but I felt like it was a bit empty, idk- I felt like the lords weren't really explored enough.

Also the Duke is the best husbando in the whole game- Fight me! >:3

TW/Tags: GN = Gender Neutral, I normally forget to properly name it when it's gender neutral, most of the time I just say "reader" // maybe ooc // lazy genderbent, I'm terrible with names // size difference // servant reader // mentions of gore/cuts/bruises/blood and deaths (and torture- I'm so sorry-) // reader gets hurt // mentions of vomiting

It's Dinner Already [Yandere!M!Dimitrescu x GN!Reader - Short Fanfiction]

It's dinner time already, unfortunately for you, of course.

It feels almost like a routine at this point- Which in a way, it is! You always take care of your tasks during the day, while dreading the inevitable time for dinner to arrive again.

Everyday, at this exact same hour, you and the other servants would prepare a meal for Lord Dimitrescu and his lovely… Sons…

As someone who has started "working" for their family only a month ago, you can positively say: Starving in the cold woods next to your village would have probably been a more merciful death than the ones you have witnessed at this place. You weren't as accustomed to such brutal executions at your village, actually you hardly even witnessed so much death, at least not so up close.

When you came here, you didn't expect to be instantly comforted and treated with respect- You were a commoner looking for an possibility to thrive in a noble's house, you were basically an easy target for any entitled selfish lord to easily belittle you and make you work for them until your hands would turn to dust. Yet nothing could have prepared you for such an odd situation.

Vampires. Monsters. Fiends if you were bold enough to insult them. You weren't exactly welcomed as much as you were snatched in and now forever trapped inside this castle. You can still hear their laughter… Their insane expressions of pure glee, the way they have bursted into maliciously laughing at your pain as you screamed for help trying to open up their door again and be free from that nightmare.

The chase didn't last even a second, they stabbed your legs with their scythes and brought you deeper inside this hellhole, as you cried your eyeballs out. The sons had brought you back inside so their father could take a look at the "intruder".

An absolute titan amongst the mortals. His height was only a sick reminder of how much power he had over the castle, over his sons, and now- Over you.

He may not have been as massive as he was threatening as you remind him to be, but at the time you were just in awe of his height considering you have never seen someone as tall and as mighty.

Then again- You have never seen vampires as well. Were they the same vampires as the books you've read as a kid? You weren't so sure of it…

You were hoping that if you begged for life and for forgiveness for having disturbed their peace, that they could spare you and let you go back to your village. Sadly enough, you commented on how you were only trying to look for a job as a servant.

You probably shouldn't have given them ideas, but it's too late to think about your mistakes now, however.

The sons begged to see your blood spilled, yet Lord Dimitrescu was merciful enough to grant you your "wish", as he said.

It has been a month ever since you were trapped inside and forced to work as a miserable little servant, and even if you didn't suffer the worst forms of punishments that they had in-store for you, you couldn't help but fantasize about just running away and never turning back.

You're so tired of this castle, of the smell of carnage, of the undeserved and over the top punishments, and especially of the people who would subjugate you to such things.

But at last, it's dinner time already, and you can't keep them waiting.

You feel your hands shaking as you walk out of the kitchen and into the dining room where the masters of the castle were so graciously waiting for you. You know what they're waiting for- But you can't let them distract you, for those that commit accidents are faced with fates worse than death.

Although you would rather do this process quickly, you can't afford mistakes to happen, so you take your time to set not only their meal in front of each one but to also pour "wine" into their glasses. You do all of this without looking directly into their eyes, only bowing down to each one and saying "excuse me"s in what they would call a "decent tone", as the smell of their disgusting beverage starts to irritate your nostrils. If you didn't know the main ingredient to Sanguis Virgins is, you probably wouldn't have this immense disgust over it, but right now just the thought of it makes you want to gag.

Only villains could so easily drink blood, and still make a living out of it.

Your internal thoughts of pure hatred against this whole situation almost completely blinded you to the fact that they were eerily, very quiet.

….

On most nights they would be talking with each other while occasionally making comments about you or your presence. Obviously they were all pretty nasty comments that they somehow expected you to back it up in some way or another, it's when they try to insert you into their conversation that makes you hate this occasion so badly, but it normally ends as quickly as it begins.

But as you are pouring wine to Lord's Dimitrescu, you notice that they haven't said a single thing while you were there. You stop what you're doing as you realize that they were silently observing you this whole time, and as you look into their expressions you come to think that maybe you have messed up-

Somehow, in some way or form, you may have messed up- And the fact this mistake could cost your head only agitates your already very worried mind.

….

A small moment of silence continues before the middle son, Cassandro, starts to chuckle in an almost innocent way- As if he was a kid who just said a bad word for the first time- And as he bursts into sudden laughter, Daniel leans towards Bello and loudly whispers:

"- I told you, they do this every time." To which Bello only replied with:

"- It's almost like hypnosis in a way."

The three sons were mesmerized by your ability to trap yourself in your own mind. They're probably aware that you do this as a defensive mechanism but they still find it comical in a weird way. You feel yourself get more tense as you look up at Lord Dimitrescu and see him staring back at you, with an unreadable expression across his face.

Before you could come up with an excuse to whatever you may have caused to disturb their dinner, the Lord himself spoke.

"- How inappropriate. As my sons, you three should know better than to laugh at our servant's airheaded mind-"

And as he said that, their smiles begin to disappear and be replaced with frowns and a bit of shame as they become stiff at their father's words.

"- And how inappropriate of you, too. To be so distracted in the presence of your masters, that's quite rude don't you think?"

But as he continued their bodies begin to relax once again as they realize he wasn't focusing on them- He was focusing on you.

Words have completely disappeared from your vocabulary as you start to think that maybe you won't be able to see another day after their meal is over. You try to mumble some possible responses before getting interrupted by him once again.

"- It's very rude, so very rude in fact that I think we deserve some answers. What were you so distracted about? What were you thinking that could have possibly taken over your small little head?"

Right now, he was sounding a bit condescending, thankfully not as angry as he would have been with the other servants right about now. Every little mistake was used as excuses for punishments- And if you were walking on thin ice before, right now you are one-step closer to breaking this entire lake and getting yourself killed by the freezing temperatures of the water below you.

Thanks to your luck (or maybe lack thereof, depending on how you see this) Daniel came to "your rescue" by coming up with an excuse for you.

"- Maybe they were hungry." He said without any indications of it being a joke or a lie- As the youngest yet craziest of the bunch, he always had that weird "naive yet dangerous" energy coming from him. He was naive enough to make that statement when it's very clear that you actually despise being near them, but he still was a son of Dimitrescu.

You know better than to underestimate any of these people.

The Lord didn't seem completely convinced as he side eyed Daniel who was blissfully eating his meal without acknowledging his dad's glance or his brother's looks of disapproval.

Without a warning you were pulled closer by your wrist and forced into sitting next to the Lord, who made a sign for another servant to bring you your food. This… Doesn't feel right at all, you're waiting for the worst to come yet you don't feel like you can ever prepare yourself enough for what they have in store.

"- M-My Lord- This isn't needed, I'm fine. I'll just continue my duties, if you can excuse me-" You plead, while trying to get up from your chair.

"- Oh but what host would I be if I didn't take better care of my guests? Poor thing, you must be starving if you can barely serve us wine-" And as his tone gets progressively more sarcastic and a bit louder, you can hear his sons snickering from the other side of the table, but you can't see them since you can't take your eyes away from him.

You're worried that if you look away for just one second, that you may not be able to see ever again.

"- It's so sad when one of our guests feels hungry- What's worse is when we are also very, very hungry."

"- Thirsty, even!"

"- Oh, I can feel my throat drying just at the thought of such misery!- Our dinner seems to be ruined."

You hear their whispers, you hear how they are clearly joking about this- How overly dramatic they're being over something so miniscule as you just- Ignoring them.

Let me remind you this is all because you refuse to look them in the eyes, that you refuse to give them any satisfaction for the heinous things they have done! You've seen so many people get hurt inside this castle only for their sick and twisted thirst and entertainment.

"- Indeed, my boys. My appetite is ruined, though dinner is not over yet-" Lord Dimitrescu spoke as he looked at his sons clearly enjoying your inevitable pain, but before he could continue he turns himself to you again, putting a hand on your arm and saying:

"- Wouldn't you agree?" Loud enough so that his sons could hear it, but soft enough to send the tiniest shivers down your spine.

"- …!"

"- No, no- Please, not again!-" He wouldn't dare do this, would he??

But before you could react he had already done it, you barely noticed how fast he had grabbed that knife to slice your wrist- His hand firmly gripping your arm as he made a deep enough cut so that your blood could be easier to access.

It somehow hurts just as badly as the first time his sons have stabbed your ankles and dragged you across the floor- At least you're not bumping into things like before, and even if it's a deep cut it's not as big as it could be if he used his claws to actually do this.

Oh, oh those claws- You almost thought he would use them on you… Those were something else. You can't remember exactly what happened, and why it happened, but you remember seeing him use those on another servant who may have crossed the line at some point.

Well "crossed the line"- More like "casually inconvenienced him". Lord Alcino may act like an incredibly high noble but he acts so childishly and in such an egotistical manner that you are surprised he can even have a castle like this in the first place! You don't remember what the servant has done to be so cruelly dismantled, but you don't doubt that it was for a stupid reason!

You miss that servant actually- Probably the only person who you actually talked with, and the first one to actually taught you how to do your job… You two could have been friends if he didn't intervene.

You briefly remember those moments before getting to experience the most weird sensation of all- Having your bloody cut be licked and sucked on. It hurts and it stings in a way that not only makes you want to cry but to also gag at the thought of you feeding this monster.

You refuse to look at him even in this scenario, you refuse to see him feeding off your blood… Sometimes you wish you were just as poisonous as some species of frogs, poisonous enough to make his mouth burn so he can experience a fraction of the pain he causes to others.

You tried fleeting away, you tried getting up and moving away but his grip on your arm only helped you in getting closer to him- You have your eyes closed as your only option is to cry and muffle your agony.

But as always, he is not satisfied with you just ignoring him. This was supposed to be a lesson, yet you're clearly avoiding your teacher as best as you can- But not today, little flower, you're not getting out of this so easily.

This is the first time he ever got to really taste your blood, as normally you would be behind the other servants while trying to learn how to please him, the only moments where he gets to see you is when it's dinner time, but oh- You're just so cruel!

Escaping inside your own little head while he has to content himself with just your image. Your presence is very much appreciated around this hour, little one-

He has noticed this before, of course, but it was only when he noticed his son's curiosity over the way you behave around them that made him organize this little trap. He didn't have everything planned actually, his plan only involved getting to this moment no matter what- And oh boy, has luck been on his side!

Your blood tastes better than expected of a commoner, your delicate and fearful whines of pain are just as delightful but what really gets him is this tough persona you try to convince everyone you have- You despise him, and it's clear to see why- But he knows his charms will probably work on you one way or the other.

He gripped your face trying to make sure you'll get to him in the eyes as he has a taste of you. Absolutely delicious, especially after you so gracefully "ruined" their dinner.

His sons were just watching as they continued to drink from their crimson glasses. They were just enjoying the show, as everything seems to easily amuse them- Their father was just showcasing how they were so much better than the common folk, and they have no other option but to take notes and to remember what they have to do if they ever feel ignored by the servants in the castle: Show who are the true masters of this place.

None of them were really interested in drinking from you, considering how all three seemed to recognize how their father has taken a liking towards you. No one would dare mess with their father's prey.

If you had enough strength in you, you would start vomiting as soon as this has started, but the more he takes from you the more you feel like you can barely stay conscious.

He wasn't supposed to take so much, at least not so soon- He wanted to just take a sip but he can't deny the fact he would rather drown himself in your blood than to let go.

He sighs, as he notices that you're slowly getting less and less aggressive, getting more and more tired as he drains you from this cut.

You're not unconscious yet, just barely stable enough to understand what's going on.

"- Sigh… Now that was a decent enough meal." He can't praise you for being tasty, can't have you being cocky around him.

"- Here, since I'm done here I'll take you to the servant's living quarters- And because I'm so kind I'll make sure that wound is safely secured and cleaned, so here- Come along now."

And as he stood up he offered you his hand so you could get up yourself, but you don't have enough energy to walk yourself to your room, thankfully you're already ready to go to bed and wish to never wake up again.

And as the nightmare never ends, he decides that if you are going to be difficult then you leave him no choice but to carry you there. How much has he taken from you?? Jesus, he should learn some self-control before doing this again- The absolute brute that he is.

Your vision may be a little screwed over because of the lack of red cells running through your body at the moment- But you have a weird feeling that you two aren't heading towards the servant's living quarters, as you feel like you two are quite literally going in the opposite direction.

Oh but it's fine- Right?

It'll be fine. Surely. After all, he already took what he wanted from you, and he doesn't seem to need more so- You probably won't have to worry about anything right now, dinner time is already over, you can finally relax now….

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So I'm sick again- Sorry y'all, I just have a horrible immune system and I really don't understand what is wrong with me-

I'm sorry if you didn't like this boo :(

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