#it wasn't supposed to get this long but um. i couldn't shut up

[angels-fantasy]

hi!! i really like your work and i was wondering if you could do like a katsuki bakugou x reader where bakugou is putting the reader at risk of being harmed because of her being one of his loved ones and then bakugou purposely fights with the reader and then just walks out on her thinking it’s for the better and then a couple weeks later the reader finds out she’s pregnant and keeps the child a secret for a couple years until she runs into bakugou and then he wants a do-over or something like that 🥹

Second Chances (Request)

Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader

Details/Warnings: CW: Pregnancy Cw: Children, some angst, domestic fluff, dad bakugou, also soft bakugou hahaha.

Word Count: 2.9k

this idea is SOOOO cute i love it sm and it was really fun writing this. i hope i did your idea justice!! thank you sm for requesting anon :D i literally got so excited when i saw it got a request hehehe

Getting with Katsuki Bakugou was a dream come true. You two had been through thick and thin, and you had it all. Great jobs, a home together, and a strong relationship. Everything seemed perfect in your eyes, until one day Katsuki decided it wasn't enough for him.

Well, it was enough for him. It was more than enough actually. He loved you with all his heart and wanted a future with you, but doing that would put you at risk.

Ever since he was a little boy and dreamed of being a hero, he was warned of the risks the job came with. Not only would he be in great danger, but his loved ones too.

For a long time he believed he was strong enough to take on the world and every villain it had, no matter the threats they made towards him.

In his entire career, no villain had ever threatened a loved one of his, until recently. A damned villain had brought you up in the midst of the fight, spewing all kinds of bullshit he'd do to you that Katsuki would never want to even imagine.

For the first time in a long time, Katsuki reached a breaking point.

The disgusting things that villain said about you made him realize that he couldn't continue putting you in danger like this, so he had to find a way to end things.

He knew you wouldn't accept the real reasoning behind the break up, so he had to come up with something else.

You sat across the kitchen table from Katsuki with tears filled in your eyes. Seeing you like this hurt him more than ever, but he had to stay strong.

"How could this not be enough for you Katsuki?" You cried, "How could I not be enough for you?"

He looked down at the table to avoid your broken expression, "How else am I supposed to fuckin' say it huh? I don't wanna be with you anymore."

You shook your head, "Stop looking at the table and look at me when you say that. If you can look me in the eyes and tell me you really don't want to be with me, then you can leave."

It took everything left in Katsuki to lift his head up and look you in your eyes. He tried his best to put on a poker face, but you both knew it wasn't working.

"I don't want to be with you anymore."

Your face scrunched up slightly as you held back tears. "Okay Katsuki. If that's what you really want."

...

Having to hear Katsuki move out of your apartment was just another reminder of your relationship crumbling right before you, and it felt like the end of the world.

You don't know how long you laid in bed crying silently, but suddenly you heard Katsuki's voice from the door of your bedroom.

"I'm leaving now." He said quietly.

You played with a thread on the pillow next to you, choosing to ignore him.

He shuffled awkwardly at your silence. "Um, Bye. I guess."

"Bye Katsuki." You said quietly.

You stayed quiet until you heard the front door shut behind him, then you let yourself cry.

...

It was almost two months later, and you were starting to feel a bit better about the break up. It was hard sometimes, but you had a good support system and kept yourself busy.

Now though you were feeling better emotionally, you weren't really feeling well physically.

When you confided in your best friend about this, she told you words you really didn't want to hear.

"Maybe you're pregnant?" Uraraka suggested after hearing your symptoms.

You shook your head, "No way! And if I am, that's horrible! I can't raise a baby by myself. That's a two person job..."

She stayed quiet, now feeling a bit awkward when she remembered the messy breakup between you and Katsuki.

"I'd be here for you, you know that right?" She said and wrapped her arms around you. "I should have a few tests in my bathroom, do you wanna go take some?"

You bit your lip in thought. "I dunno. I'm scared."

She leaned her head on your shoulder, "I'll be with you every step of the way. You're my best friend okay? You should take the test sooner than later so that way if you are pregnant, you can start taking care of yourself and the baby."

You leaned your head on hers, "You're right. I'll do it."

Moments later after peeing on three sticks and looking at the results, you felt your heart drop to your stomach.

You opened the door and faced Uraraka, who was pacing in anticipation.

"Well? What does it say?!" She asked.

You held up one of the tests, "Looks like I gotta start eating for two."

...

5 years later

After finding out you were pregnant five years ago, you decided you weren't going to tell Katsuki. Maybe it was wrong, but you didn't care.

He had made it very clear he didn't want to be with you anymore, and you weren't going to hold him back from whatever plans he had.

You had also decided it'd be a good idea to move out of Musutafu, at least an hour away from him and anyone else that knows him. You didn't want the word of you having his child spreading around and eventually reaching him.

The only person you told were your parents and Uraraka, who promised she'd keep it a secret from Katsuki and everyone associated with him. The two of you kept in touch and she would occasionally visit you when she wasn't busy with hero work.

So now here you were with your 4-year old little girl, Keiko. She had some of your features, but of course her father's genes overshadowed yours despite him not even being in the picture.

The biggest resemblance between them was their eyes, which you hated temporarily, but grew to love again because of her.

"Mama! Mama!" Keiko called from the top of the slide, "Come play with me!"

You stood up from the bench with a sigh and made your way over to the bottom of the slide. "Okay Koko but be careful up there! I don't want you to get hurt."

She shook her head and scrunched up her face, "I'm strong! I don't get hurt Mama!" and then slid down to meet you at the bottom.

Once she got there, she slid into your legs and got surprised at the light impact but giggled anyways.

You reached down and picked her up, "What are you laughing at huh Koko?" You asked and tickled her.

She continued laughing her little heart out and you smiled at her, loving to see your daughter in such a good mood.

A few hours later, you found yourselves at the grocery store, shopping for new snacks Keiko could take to school.

You held up a pack of yogurt cups to your daughter, who was sitting in the basket.

"You want some of these baby? They have blueberry and strawberry flavor."

"I want blueberry!" She said.

You nodded, "Good choice."

The two of you continued shopping around for a few more minutes, until you felt your heart stop.

Down the same aisle, you saw none other than Katsuki Bakugou.

Just as you tried to quickly turn around, your precious child couldn't help but yell -

"Dynamight!"

Groaning in frustration at your daughter, though you knew it wasn't her fault (He just so happened to be her favorite hero, despite not even knowing he was her father), you tried your best to keep walking away but it was already too late.

You heard him yell out your name, and you quickly grabbed Keiko, abandoning the shopping cart in the process and you began making your way out of the store as fast as you could.

Katsuki, who noticed you and your daughter, did the same and began following you.

Once you were outside, you looked over your shoulder and called out, "Get away from me!

Keiko fussed in your arms at your loud voice, wondering what was happening and why her mother was running away from a hero.

Finally getting to your car, Katsuki was hovering over you as you put your daughter in her car seat.

"Is she mine?" He asked, out of breath from walking fast.

"No."

"You think I'm an idiot or somethin'?" He asked, "She looks just like me and you expect me to believe that?"

You kissed Keiko on the forehead, "I'm gonna talk to the crazy man real quick okay baby? Just wait here."

She nodded and played with her fingers. You shut the door and leaned against it, facing Katsuki.

"Leave us alone. I don't want anything to do with you, okay?" You said sternly, trying not to cry.

His eyebrows furrowed, "When we ended things... were you pregnant?"

You stayed quiet for a moment before answering.

"I didn't find out until a month later."

He let out a breath and put his hands on his face. "Why the fuck didn't you tell me? I would've been there for you, even if we weren't together."

His words angered you, "Why does it take me being pregnant for you to think about being there for me? I still needed you there when you left, but you wanted nothing to do with me!"

"I had to do it! You don't understand, okay?" He yelled.

You put a finger in his face, "Stop raising your voice at me like that. Keiko can probably hear you."

He grew quiet, "Her name is Keiko?"

"Yeah."

He looked at the ground, "Can I get to know her more? Please. There's no way I can live my life knowing I have a kid that I'm not there for."

You felt a tear slip down your cheek. "Okay, fine. I'll give you my number and we can talk about the details later."

"Thank you." He sighed, "Thank you so much. I'm gonna do my best for her, and for you too."

"This isn't about me."

"I don't care. It's what I want to do. It's what I need to do."

"Just give me your phone so I can put my number in."

He fished his phone out of his pocked and unlocked it, handing it to you. While you added your contact, he asked "What does she like? I want to get her something."

"Well she likes heroes, her favorite animal is a seal, and she likes crowns, because she wants to be a king." You said with a smile.

"Not a queen?" He smirked.

You shook your head. "Nah, she says 'king' sounds cooler."

He laughed, "That's definitely my kid."

...

After the accidental meet up with Katsuki, Keiko asked a million questions but you answered as if you didn't know him, and eventually she lost interest.

You decided not to tell anyone about what happened, just incase he decided to leave again. You also didn't want to tell Keiko yet, because you didn't want her to grow attached to him.

She knew her father wasn't in the picture, but she didn't fully understand why yet. You would explain it to her when she got older and grew more curious about who he is.

You had also found out why Katsuki was in your city, and apparently it was because he was visiting some family members (by force of his mother).

It was now a few days later, and you and Katsuki decided to meet up, along with Keiko. You wanted to meet him in public, but he said that was a bad idea because he'd get recognized, so you reluctantly agreed to allow him into your home.

"Keikooo" You cooed, "We have a visitor today."

She looked up from her toys and brushed her hair out of her face, "Who Mama?"

Just then, the doorbell rang. "There he is! Do you wanna go open the door?"

She nodded and skipped down the hall and to the front door, looking back at you for the okay before opening the door.

When she did, she gasped "Dynamight! What are you doing at my house?"

Katsuki laughed, "I came to see you and your Mama, if that's alright with you little lady."

She smiled and opened the door wider, allowing him to walk in. "What's in that bag, Dynamight?"

"It's actually something for you." He said and handed it to her.

She squealed and dragged the large bag behind her to the couch, where she quickly dug inside of it and pulled out a large seal plushie with a crown on it.

"It's a king seal!" She said in awe.

You smiled and sat next to her on the couch, "What do you say Koko?"

She hugged the seal, "Thank you so much! I need to name him..."

Katsuki laughed and ruffled her hair, "You're welcome kid. Maybe we can come up with names later." He then handed you a small bag, from who knows where, and urged you to open it.

You raised a brow but opened it anyways. Inside, there was a jewelry box, and inside that there was a necklace with three small flowers aligned together. It was simple, but pretty.

"You didn't have to get me anything..." You said while admiring the necklace.

He shrugged, "I know, but I wanted to."

You smiled.

...

For the next few months, things continued on that way. The three of you would meet up, Katsuki occasionally bringing you and your daughter gifts no matter how many times you said you didn't want one, and actually enjoying time together.

Currently, Keiko was being carried to bed by Katsuki. She was all tuckered out from today's session of hero and villain (she was the hero, of course).

When Katsuki came back to the living room, he slumped onto the couch next to you and sighed. "Damn, that kid has so much energy."

You laughed, "Tell me about it. It was even worse when I was actually carrying her. She was a kicker."

Katsuki looked over at you, "I'm sorry I wasn't there."

You continued looking forward, "It's fine. You didn't even know, Katsuki."

He smiled slightly at you using his first name, just like he did every time you used it.

"Y'know, I was thinking-"

"Uh oh." You teased.

He tsked and continued on, "I wanna start over again."

You froze, what the hell was he saying?

"Look, I know you're hesitant to and I understand why." He said and slowly grabbed your hand, holding it tenderly in his. "But I'm being serious when I say I haven't been with anyone since you. I still love you and I always have. And now that Koko is here, I love her too and I want to be in her life everyday."

Your lip began to shake, "If you loved me, why did you leave me?"

"Baby I was being stupid. I-I got into a fight with this villain, and he threatened you. I thought that my job was putting you in danger and I didn't want to take any risks, so I broke things off."

The tears were now falling, "You're such an idiot, you know that?"

"I do know. I'm sorry." He said and stroked your cheek, "I'm so fucking sorry for hurting you and not being there for you and Keiko. But please, please let me be here now."

You cried harder and leaned into his chest, and he wrapped his arms around you. That wound he left behind all those years ago was now a scar that still hurts. But so far, being with him these last few months has eased the pain.

"I love you" You cried, "I want you to be here now. For me and for Keiko."

He let out the biggest sigh of relief in years.

...

3 years later

"Keiko! Stop putting cheese on your brother!" Katsuki yelled across the kitchen.

Your now 7-year old daughter pouted and bit into a slice of cheese, "But he likes it!"

Your son, who was a year old, laid on the floor of the living room and laughed at his sister while chewing on his fingers.

After that talk you and Katsuki had, you began seeing each other again. It was hard at first, but he proved himself to you in every way he could.

You two also told Keiko he was her father, and she was confused at first but after a long talk and even some tears, she understood and quickly accepted he was her father.

She also loved being able to say Dynamight was her dad.

She also manifested her quirk, which was of course, the same as Katsuki's. When it first manifested, there was a random boom! that came from her bedroom, and when you two ran in, she was covered in soot and her doll was blown up.

Though instead of crying, she cheered in victory, which Katsuki found extremely funny.

Now for your second pregnancy, that was a surprise, just like your first one. Despite this, you two were still happy about it and decided to move into a bigger house together.

Hiroki looked a lot like his father, of course. But this time, he had your eye color which you were thankful for considering you carried him for almost 9 months.

"Keiko why would you put cheese on Hiroki?" You asked as you walked into the living room.

She shrugged and ate another slice.

"That kid is crazy, that's why." Katsuki said.

She quickly turned around, "No I'm not! You're crazy! Poop face!"

"Hey!" You said, "Don't call your dad poop face. That's not nice."

She grumbled a 'sorry' and went back to eating the cheese slices off of Hiroki.

You smiled and shook your head at your families antics. They could be a bit much, and they had explosive personalities (literally) but you loved them either way.

Maybe second chances weren't so bad.

authors note

this was so so fun! again, thank you for requesting 🩷 if anyone else has ideas or requests, feel free to send em!

i hope you liked this 😸

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[ddejavvu]

hotch hiring spencer to tutor his (college aged) daughter, and hes so impressed with how much theyve been studying and how hes helped her grades, until one day he walks in on one of their "study sessions," but they're not really studying at all.....

Aaron knew there'd be no better person to turn to than Dr. Spencer Reid when his daughter began struggling with her college course load. You're having trouble studying efficiently, you spend so much time at your desk scribbling down ineffective notes that you forget to eat, sleep, and take care of yourself. He's worried about you, his heart aches for his baby girl, so he asks Spencer to start coming over on Saturdays to help you.

It works great. Not only do your grades skyrocket, but your mood does too, no longer sullen from having no free time or sleep schedule. You're back to your old self, maybe even happier now, and Aaron can't hold back the smile on his face as he ascends the stairs, an array of your favorite snacks in hand.

Spencer's inhumanly obsessed with cheez-its, and your own snack of choice is held in his other hand. He thinks the least he can do to thank Spencer is feed the man, seeing as he's so skinny sometimes his snug sweater vests are loose. You swing the door shut during your study sessions, at Aaron's own request, because he couldn't hear the television downstairs over the sound of your chatter. He doesn't think to knock, he's sure the creaking of your door's old hinges will be enough of a sound to break you out of your study stupor.

"Y/N, Spencer, I brought- oh my god."

Your dad's voice nearly goes down a full octave, sending your stomach swirling. He speaks low when he's mad, and watching you scramble out of Spencer's lap and straighten your wrinkled top, you're sure he's livid.

"I- uh, Hotch," Spencer babbles, but you smack the back of his hand to get him to shut up. He runs his fingers through his hair instead, combing out the strands that you'd mussed while licking over his bottom lip.

"Dad!" You chime, "Um- I'm sorry, we- I didn't know you'd come in. We just- we were studying, but then, I- I got distracted, really, it wasn't Spencer's fault, we- I just- I-"

"Stop." Aaron shuts his eyes, snack bags now shoved carelessly onto your bedside table as your dad brings a hand to his face. You're sure this is scarier than any situation Spencer's ever faced before, including aggravated unsubs and near-shootings.

Your dad buries his face in his hand, one large enough to cover his features. It's almost scarier not seeing his stern face; you wonder if his eyes are glowing red.

"Hotch- sir, I'm so sorry." Spencer tries again, and your dad holds up his free hand to silence him. He doesn't need to be told twice, or- thrice, and he closes his mouth.

"How long have you two been doing this?" He asks, muffled by his hand in front of his face.

"Only two weeks. Or- Saturdays, only two days. Just- this time, and, uh, the last time."

"It started last week?"

"Yes." You confirm, nodding even if he can't see.

"Are you studying?"

"Yes." You promise, smoothing out a rumpled study guide and hoping he can't hear it, "Uh- this is our- well, my break."

"Fantastic." Your dad drawls, finally dragging his palm down his face and looking you dead in the eyes. It looks like it almost hurts him to do so, and you feel residual pain in your stomach, churning away again.

"I suppose there are worse people you could be doing that with." He muses carefully, "Though I wish you weren't doing it at all. But you're in college."

"I am," You nod.

"And you're an adult."

"I am."

"And I can't tell you what to do anymore."

You stay silent, not wanting to push your luck.

"Okay. There's nothing I can do," He decides, face still more stoic than when he'd entered, intent on giving you snacks. If he'd had known you'd been eating Spencer's face, he would have saved them for later.

"Don't do it here." He pleads, "At least not while I'm here. And- and while I'm here," He warns, looking at Spencer this time, "This door stays open. Understand?"

"Yes, dad." You nod, and Spencer echoes it with 'sir' as a replacement.

"Study." Aaron narrows his eyes at the both of you, pointedly jamming the door stop beneath the door until it's practically punching a hole through the wall where the knob hits, "If your grades drop again, this is over."

"Yes, dad." You call again, waiting until he storms off down the stairs to even breathe in Spencer's direction.

"Oh my god," Spencer groans, burying his face in his hands, "Oh my god, that was- that was awful."

"He didn't say no!" You point out, grinning at the blushy man beside you, "That went, like, a thousand times better than I was expecting."

"At least I don't have to hide it anymore. Do you know how hard it was for me to pretend I wasn't putting the moves on his daughter while we were in Dallas this past week?"

"I know how hard it was to pretend I wasn't tonguing his agent during dinner last night," You shrug, grinning at Spencer who looks like he's not quite ready to be relieved yet, "No more secrets for either of us, pretty boy."

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[ashwhowrites]

Angst with a happy ending where Reader has been Chrissy’s best friend since childhood, and has had a huge crush on Eddie for a while? They’ve only really interacted in a select few classes over the years until his third senior year.

Reader had been trying to convince Chrissy that she can find someone that will treat her way better than Jason. So, when Chrissy finally breaks up with Jason to pursue someone else, Reader is supposed to be happy. If only Chrissy hadn’t set her sights on Eddie Munson.

Chrissy is pretty, sweet, popular, and always gets what she wants. Right?

Chrissy always gets what she wants, right? NO

⚠️angsty at first but I made it happy!

Y/N hated Jason more than anything. She hated how he treated her best friend like shit. And she hated that he treated her crush like crap. A secret crush though. No one knew she had a crush on Eddie Munson, not even her best friend.

There's a good chance Eddie Munson knew her name, but nothing else about her. She was popular, and Chrissy's friend. But called Jason out on his shit all the time.

She's only had two real conversations with Eddie. Two she remembered and played in her head. Two that he probably didn't even know that happened.

But she stopped by his desk every morning, a small hi on her tongue when she walked to her seat. Her heart skips beats when he looks up with his own smile. Always saying hi back.

When the teacher told them to partner up, she always ran to him.

Chrissy always went to Jason so it wasn't a big deal. Chrissy was always caught up in her boyfriend she never noticed her best friend staring at the hellfire leader with hearts in her eyes.

She was so close to asking Eddie out. Taking the leap but then Chrissy dumped Jason, and set her eyes on someone else.

~~

Y/N felt like she lost all air in her lungs when Chrissy admitted that Eddie Munson was cute. That after their deals she thought he was so funny and smart.

"he's nothing like what people think" Chrissy sighed as she looked over at the hellfire table

"I know. Why do you think I told Jason to shut his mouth?" Y/N snapped

She can't believe she was going to lose the one guy she's ever had a crush on to her best friend.

"he smells so good"

I know Y/N thought. She remembered complimenting him on a random day. Watching as his face blushed.

"he's so creative too!"

Another thing Y/N knew. She caught him sketching during class. Peering over his shoulder as she walked behind him.

Y/N silently ate her lunch, refusing to look at Eddie's table. If Chrissy was now in the picture, there was no way she even had a chance.

But maybe if she did look, she'd see Eddie staring at her.

~~

Chrissy slowly began to be everywhere Eddie was.

"hi Eddie" she said with a huge smile as she walked past him to her seat. Y/N walked behind her. Not bothering to say hello, not like he'd notice now that Chrissy Cunningham was interested.

"um hi" he said fast, eyes following her as she walked by

Shoulders slumped as Y/N ignored his presence. Watching as the two girls sat at their desk. But only one pair of eyes looked back at him.

Y/N felt a ball in her throat when the teacher said to partner up. Chrissy racing to sit next to Eddie. His brown eyes looked at her confused, quickly snapping to see where Y/N was walking to.

He felt himself slump even further in his seat as she sat next to a random student.

"so, I'm thinking..." Chrissy began speaking but he wasn't half listening. Staring as Y/N laughed along with the random boy she picked over him.

~~

Eddie Munson was the only thing Chrissy talked about. Y/N just silently nodded. Never speaking on how much Chrissy was breaking her heart.

She accepted a long time ago that Chrissy was going to end up with Eddie if she wanted to and she couldn't stop it

~~

Eddie wasn't sure what he did wrong. Or why Y/N acted as if he didn't exist. He was mad at himself. Of course a popular girl wasn't going to be interested in him. She just dangled him along for fun. Something to keep her busy.

He wasn't sure why Chrissy was now doing the same thing. Or why Jason suddenly stopped being an ass to him. Maybe Chrissy told him to? Maybe she felt bad for all the shit her boyfriend did so she's trying to make it up to him by being a friend?

He really didn't understand what was going on. But he missed his small interactions with Y/N, and that's all he understood.

~~

"I think I might ask him out" Chrissy said excitedly as she shoved her books into her backpack

"oh wow, really?" Y/n asked, fear in her stomach. This was it. Her chance with Eddie was officially gone

"yeah, I mean I think he's interested. He's always staring at me" she blushed

Neither girl knew he wasn't staring at Chrissy

"yeah that's true" Y/N slightly scoffed. She can't count the times she saw those pretty brown eyes staring at her best friend

"should I do it?" Chrissy asked, anxiousness written all over her face

"yeah definitely. I always said you deserve a great guy and he's definitely the best out of all of them" she said with a small smile. Taking a deep breath as she walked away.

Tomorrow she'd have to watch her best friend date the biggest crush of her life

~~

"Eddie I have something to ask you" Chrissy smiled as Eddie sat across from her

Digging through his lunchbox of weed

"what's up?" His eyes still looking through the lunch box

No idea that her blue eyes were forming into hearts as she watched him

"do you want to go out sometime? Like on a date?"

Eddie froze. His eyes stared at the same bag of weed for minutes. He coughed awkwardly, his throat felt like a desert.

"sorry, uh?" He asked. His eyes looking up at her

Chrissy was asking him on a date?

Why?

"it's just that I really like you and I feel like you like me too. So why don't we get dinner?"

"Chrissy, you are amazing and beautiful. But I'm into someone else and I'm not quite ready to give up on them" he said as gently as he could. He never once thought he'd have to turn down the head cheerleader but life is full of surprises.

"oh! That's totally fine. I'm so sorry, I didn't know you liked someone!" Chrissy apologized

"um yeah. She's kinda been ignoring me so I can see why you didn't know" he tried to laugh it off

Ignoring that it truly hurt that Y/N acted like he was a memory to her

"ignoring you? Why?" Chrissy asked. Her heart of gold wanting to help him

"I have no idea. But maybe you'd know?" Eddie tried to hint

"me? How would I know?"

"it's your best friend"

Chrissy felt her stomach drop

No no no

She did not spend the last few weeks ranting about her huge crush on Eddie while her best friend liked him

"oh my god. Y/N? She likes you? Oh my god, fuck" Chrissy whined, throwing her head into her hands

"well I kinda thought but I was definitely wrong" he shrugged. Closing his lunchbox and pushing it to the side

"no Eddie. She does. I just can't believe I didn't notice. I fucked it up!"

"what do you mean?" Eddie looked at her confused

"she stopped talking to you when I started right?" Chrissy feared the answer. If he said yes she was easily the worst friend in the world

"um yeah I guess? It was like once we became friends she acted like I didn't exist anymore?"

"this is all my fault. I....I broke up with Jason because she's been telling me I deserve someone so much better. And being with him I easily ignored all the signs of her liking you. I knew she liked someone but I never asked. And after Jason, I set my hopes on you, right in front of her. Oh my god. She was just going to suffer and watch. I need to go" Chrissy raced out of the woods

She needed to apologize to her best friend

~~

Eddie tried to absorb all of the information thrown in face

Y/N liked him?

Yes she did

She was hurt because she thought he'd want Chrissy over her

Eddie grabbed all his stuff and ran after Chrissy

~~

Y/N was sitting outside as she finished some homework. Waiting for Chrissy to come back from her deal...or date with Eddie

"Y/N!" Chrissy yelled out breathlessly

Y/N took a deep breath, preparing for the news

"where is he going to take you?" She asked with her best fake smile

"Eddie Munson is the guy you like"

Y/N felt herself stiffen. An awkward chuckle released from her throat

"haha what? No. No I don't. You do. That's you, not me"

"it is. Why don't you tell me? I would have never gone after him"

"Chrissy, come on it's you. Eddie Munson would not look at me twice if he knew you liked him. And that's okay. Really"

Chrissy hated that her best friend thought so low of herself. Just accepting that she wasn't enough

"that's not true"

Y/N felt her body cringe as she heard his deep voice from behind her

She refused to look. Staring terrified at Chrissy, who gave a small smile of encouragement

Eddie rounded the table, sitting across from her. Chrissy gave her a thumbs up and ran to wait in the car

"Eddie it's fine. Chrissy is amazing and she really likes you" Y/N said with a smile.

"that may be true but what about who I like?"

She hated how Eddie stared way too deeply into her eyes. She grew nervous under his stare

"well Chri-"

"I don't like Chrissy gorgeous" smiling as she shut her mouth in seconds

"um huh?"

"I like you Y/N. And I can't even begin to tell you how much I like you. And how hurt I've been watching you ignore me"

She felt guilt bubbling up in her gut. His brown eyes looked so sad. His lips were in a frown as he watched her body deflate.

"I'm sorry. I just thought I'd get in the way" she apologized, eyes looking down at her hands

"you did" her eyes snapped up to his. Hurt clear across her face

"but you didn't get in the way of Chrissy and I. You got in the way of us" he continued

His hand slowly reaching out to touch hers

She swallowed as she felt his skin on her

"us?" She choked out

"I want to take you on a date. And I really want to kiss you. I want to be your boyfriend. I want to always be your partner in class. I want my favorite hi back in my life. My favorite smiling face to be looking at me. I want you" he laced his fingers with hers

Smiling as she clenched his hand tight.

She bit her cheek, trying to keep down her cries as she felt so overwhelmed.

Eddie Munson wanted her

"I want that too" she said quietly

Looking shyly at him through her lashes

"good" he said quietly, slowly leaning over the table towards her

"good" she said breathlessly as she felt herself leaning over the table to meet him half way

His hand softly held her jaw as he connected their lips. Sighing as he felt the softness of her lips.

Kissing Eddie Munson was so much better than she thought it would be like

Throwing her arms over his shoulders as she leaned even more across the table.

~~

Chrissy pumped the air from inside the car.

It was time Y/N got swept off of her feet

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[thefiery-phoenix]

may I request a fluff day off with Sam ><

ENDLESS LOVE (YANDERE SAMUEL SEO X READER)

It's been a while since you've been kidnapped by Samuel and by now you've given up trying to escape from him for the fear of him doing something to your friends and family. You knew how unhinged he could get at times, of course, he'd never hurt you but you could feel your determination to leave him and escape slowly waning and fading away. You mentally chided yourself at times to not fall for him whenever he was up to his usual antics like kissing the nape of your neck or the back of your hand which would leave you bashful and flustered, something he took great pride in as he'd look at you with a cocky, arrogant and smug smirk on his face for being able to have such an effect on you

Samuel wasn't around and you decided to make the most of your moment of peace, which was rare since he'd rarely ever leave you the hell alone. He was so clingy and possessive, you felt suffocated and smothered whenever he was around and you thanked your lucky stars that you found a momentary golden moment of peace for yourself. You picked up the newspaper that was delivered and you started to read it when a purple colored flyer fell out from the paper. Your brows knitted together in curiosity as you picked up the flyer and your eyes scanned it when your eyes lit up in excitement and enthusiasm, a zeal coursing through your veins and filled you with adrenaline which was something you didn't feel since a long time. What you'd just read was an invite to a book fair downtown which wasn't that far

If there was something you loved, it was books. You couldn't wait to get your hands on all the wonderful evergreen great literary classics at the book fair, however there was one teensy little problem at hand: You weren't supposed to leave the house(or more likely Samuel's house) by yourself, not that you could anyway since you had a feeling the place had secret cameras around. Nevertheless, you still decided to give it a shot and you slowly twisted the doorknob hoping for it to open but you were met with disappointment when the door remained bolted shut. You tried the windows as well which were firmly shut too as you grumbled out of annoyance under your breath. When you were lost in your own world and grumbled about how the universe hated you and loved playing colossal jokes on you, a familiar voice broke the silence and brought you back to reality from your thoughts

"And just WHAT do you think you're doing darling?" asked Samuel as he looked at you with his usual stoic demeanor, his eyes containing the usual calculating stern gaze. "Um...nothing'' you mumbled as you cleared your throat and tried not to look guilty. "Hm...nothing is it? You know I don't like liars darling...'' he continued as his voice went dangerously soft and his eyes narrowed at you in slight suspicion as his mouth curved into a slightly amused smile from seeing you try so hard to hide something from him. You looked adorable in his opinion when you tried not to look like you were hiding something from him, but he knew you all too well by now. He could read your emotions and thoughts like an open book and he knew you were trying to leave him but he decided to give you a chance to explain yourself before he'd call you out on your silly behavior and discipline you

"Well...I wanted to go out. I'm sorry...there was a flyer for a book fair downtown and I wanted to visit it'' you mumbled and you looked at the ground, you didn't want to face him at the moment. Samuel strode over towards you and grabbed hold of the flyer as his eyes scanned over it for a few seconds till he let out a soft chuckle and caressed your cheek lovingly. "You don't need to attend some silly book fair darling, I could have all the books your little heart could ever desire delivered here to our home. You don't need to step out. I won't let you step out'' said Samuel while his eyes flashed with his usual possessiveness for you. "But it's a different feeling altogether when you actually visit the book fair, there'll also be hot chocolate and pumpkin spiced lattes and different kinds of tea and so many different types of books and some of them might not even be available online...'' you trailed off and looked at him expectantly, silently pleading with him to give in to your request

"So you want to attend this little book fair of yours for some measly hot chocolate and tea which I could make you?" he asked you as he grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to him. You continued to look at him expectantly until he grumbled under his breath and scoffed slightly. "Fine we'll go. However, you must remember a few ground rules darling...'' he said as you nodded eagerly. This was your first time going out after so long, you were ready to do anything to ensure nothing jeopardized your day out. Besides, you couldn't remember the last time you visited a book fair

"Rule number 1: Don't think of wandering away from my sight, I will ALWAYS have my eye on you, try anything silly or foolish we will head straight back home. Rule number 2: Don't speak to anyone, you should be by my side and the only person you're allowed to talk to is me. Rule number 3: I expect a kiss from you right now'' whispered Samuel as he leaned closer to you and brushed his lips against yours teasingly having his usual cocky smug smirk on his face. You blushed slightly as you quickly pecked his lips but he let out a soft dissatisfied hum and pulled you back towards him again. "Why the rush darling, when I want a kiss, I meant a PROPER one'' he said as he gently traced his thumb over your bottom lip and pressed his lips towards yours. The kiss was gentle yet passionate and made you shiver as he entwined his fingers with yours. He pulled away after a few moments and ran his fingers through your hair. "Don't forget the two rules darling'' he said in a soft yet firm tone which meant he really wasn't messing around

By the time the two of you headed out to the book fair, it was already the evening and the sun was setting, which made the sky look vibrant with its hues of periwinkle illuminating across the sky. "I love the evening time the most. Something about it just feels magical'' you said with a soft smile as you looked at the setting sun. Samuel chuckled softly as he looked at you with an expression of endearment, reserved only for you, his beloved darling. "You seem to really like the evening a lot...'' he remarked with a soft smile on his face. As you kept talking about how excited you were for the book fair, he couldn't help but fall more in love with you and grow more obsessed with you. How was it that you've managed to enamor him and capture his attention with your simple acts and antics like this? He could feel his love for you growing even more, spinning out of control as your smile and every word fueled his dark desire to ensure you remained as his no matter what. Even if it meant having more blood on his hands than he usually does, all for the sake of your endless love

The two of you reached the book fair and your eyes went wide the second you spotted the books. You felt like you've died and reached heaven, you just couldn't believe how many books were there ranging from the greatest classics such as Crime and Punishment and Vanity Fair and Pride and Prejudice to contemporary novels of modern day literature, the book fair had it all. Samuel had a firm grasp on your arm to prevent you from running off as the two of you strolled inside together. You examined the various shelves of books carefully with keen interest and read a few pages of a few books while he watched your every movement. You reminded him of a little squirrel stocking up on food during the winter, an excited one at that as he was amused at your enthusiasm and ardent love for books. Frankly he didn't really care he was at the book fair, he was only there for your sake as your smile warmed his heart though he'd rather take that opinion of his to his grave

"Oh my goodness...I can't choose between them, they're all such good books...I think I'll start off with reading a bit of the Vanity Fair'' you said as you picked off the book from the shelf and you sat down on a chair nearby and grabbed some hot chocolate from nearby. In a few seconds, you drowned out the chatter of the hustle and bustle going on around you as you were lost in your own little world, delving into the magic of words on paper while Samuel sat next to you and drank some coffee as well. He admired how dedicated you were to your reading and even though you did something so mundane and simple like reading, he still found it alluring. He didn't have any qualms in you taking your time to read whatever book you wanted, you could take all the time you wanted and he wouldn't complain since it would just give him an excuse to spend more time with you

However the sun finally set and the sky was replaced with the inky darkness of the night, shining with a few stars till he decided it was time for the two of you to head back home. The last thing he needed was for some street thugs to cast their lecherous filthy eyes on you in which case he'd have to gouge their eyes out and make them beg for death. The two of you headed back home and after dinner, he pulled you close to him while the two of you were in bed, his arms wrapped around you securely. "Today was a fun day...thanks for taking me out'' you said softly as he smirked at you. "I expect some more appreciation from you in the form of kisses darling...and if you're good I'll take you out more often. You know I only want you to be safe'' he said as his expression softened. In a matter of a few moments, you fell asleep in his arms putting an end to a perfect day while he held you close to him, pleased that he'd taken you for himself while his heart continued to grow with endless twisted and dark love for you...

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[lovelyiida]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬.

KATSUKI BAKUGO X SECRETARY READER

A 500 FOLLOWERS SERIES!

❥ SYNOPSIS: as the years went by, bakugo realized that he was the last to get married. the days grew cold and the nights turned lonely. bakugo wants to marry, but he doesn't really feel like falling in love. at least he has his trustee secretary!

❥: CHAPTERS

❥ WARNINGS: implied fem reader, aged-up! Pro-hero MHA characters over the age of 27, vulgar language, suggestive wording and content

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CHAPTER 6: PASS THE SALT

“You know what they say about secretaries..."

"A what?"

The revelation hit like an unfathomable wave, leaving Katsuki in utter shock and embarrassment. His words slipped out uncontrollably, and he hung his head low, attempting to collect himself before facing his parents' reactions.

With just a grunt escaping him, the blonde struggled to conjure up a somewhat plausible response. "Just… don't freak out. I've been meaning to say this for a while now, just couldn't find the time."

Deep into his face, palms buried, he rubbed his eyes, attempting to shake himself from the grave he had unwittingly dug.

"How long have you guys been dating? I mean, we're happy, right?" Bakugo's father sought assurance from his wife, but all he received was a long stare.

"Um, I've known her for a while, I guess—"

"Ya' guess? What's that supposed to mean?" Mitsuki interjected, a little disheveled from the news, trying her hardest to take things step by step.

"Please, let him speak," his father interjected.

Another loud pause set into motion, catching Katsuki off guard as he had not anticipated bringing up the topic of you that day. "We were talking, then we started to hang out, started to go out, and the rest was history—"

"What happened to not having time to do anything, since you're, y'know… putting our safety first?" Mitsuki quipped at the hero.

"I can still go out and find love; I'm not some sad and lonely prick!" Katsuki yelled. "If it makes you feel any better, she's my secretary. Still ass-deep in my work."

Katsuki's response earned a scoff from his mother. "I just don't understand why you couldn't tell us about this, of all things. These matters are very important. You didn't even ask for our blessing, Katsuki," she said.

He could tell by the tone of her voice that she was hurt, almost feeling a sense of betrayal. One of the most important moments of her son's life has passed and she wasn't a part of it.

"I want to meet her," she says, Katsuki's breath hitches.

Katsuki swallowed hard, the weight of the situation sinking in. He lifted his head, meeting his mother's gaze, and nodded hesitantly.

"Yeah, uh. I'll bring her over sometime soon. You can meet her, ask whatever the hell you want," he mumbled, trying to keep the conversation under control.

Mitsuki folded her arms, a mix of concern and curiosity etched across her face. "You better not be hiding anything else, Katsuki. We're your parents; we deserve to know what's going on in your life."

Bakugo's father, still trying to process the information, chimed in with a more composed tone. "Son, we just want to understand and be a part of your life. If you're serious about her, then we should support you. But communication is key. You can't just shut us out."

Katsuki sighed, "Yeah, I get it. I messed up, I'll tell her you wanna talk"

His mother's expression softened slightly, though traces of concern lingered. "Good. We're not here to judge; we just want what's best for you."

The tension in the room began to ease as the family started to navigate this unexpected revelation. As the married couple soon go their separate ways, Katsuki storms out of the house. Heading to his car, he jumps in with force.

"Fuck, what the actual fuck is wrong with you?" Looking out towards the distance he lays back into the seat with a drafted sigh. The blonde thinks hard about the decision he's made. He didn't want to rope you into the situation though he didn't have a choice. The old bats wouldn't get off his case (Katsuki self-sabotages quite often).

How the hell is he gonna break this down to you?

"He went to see his mom and dad?" you asked, your curiosity piqued.

The redhead nods nervously, his hand reaching over to fiddle with the closest plant in range. The room falls into an awkward silence, and you find yourself shrugging in response. "Okay? I just don't understand why he couldn't tell me that..."

A thought crosses your mind, "It would've saved me a lot of trouble," you muse to yourself.

"It was so sudden, Ms. L/n, we had no idea—" Riot's explanation gets cut short by the sudden buzz of his phone. With a jolt, he quickly grabs it and stares at the screen. His eyes scan the messages with vigor as he quietly reads the words to himself. You can't help but be curious, "Is that Dynamight?" you ask.

The redhead's eyes shoot up to you for a split second, and then he continues reading. With a quick sigh, he places his phone down and puts his hand up against his temples, squeezing with firm resolve. "Uh... yeah, that was him."

Concern flickers in your eyes as you press further, "Is everything alright?"

"Yeah! everything's fine; it's just Monday, y'know?" he says with an offputting chuckle. Your eyes narrow at him for a split second before scanning the room to check the clock.

"Well, thank you for your kindness, Mr. Riot, but I should get going. I have a meeting with my queen-sized bed." You chuckle, attempting to lighten the mood. Giving the office cat one more affectionate pet, you rise out of your seat with ease and turn towards the door.

"Wait!"

Red Riot's voice booms through the room, causing you (and the cat) to jolt in surprise. "Dynamight's on his way; he really needs to see you," he says quickly. As you blink to process the information he just shared, you can't help but let out a defeated sigh. "So close," you whisper to yourself. Releasing the doorknob, you turn around, putting on your best business-coded smile.

"Sure, just tell him I'll be in his office." Turning back around, you head out the door and walk through the proclaimed hero's office. It's striking to see how night and day the two offices are. The aesthetics shift from sleek and black to relaxed and colorful.

Even the attitudes of the workers differ; they actually seem like they want (or at least don't mind) to do their job. The atmosphere is palpably different, and you find yourself absorbing the contrasting energies as you navigate through the hero's domain.

As you traverse back to the boss's office, you smoothly enter his main office, somewhat savoring the familiar ambiance as you feel a little bittersweet about being back at the office. You begin to unpack your things and get straight into work.

One hour passes, the minutes ticking away in a rhythmic dance.

Two hours pass, each moment blending into the next, creating a seamless continuum.

Three hours pass; you tiredly watch the passage of time marked by the silent ticking of the clock on the wall. A rather substantial chunk of time has passed since Red Riot mentioned that Dynamight was on his way. And you're mad as hell.

You completed everything you needed to an hour ago and decided to sit and wait just for good measure.

But now, impatience gnaws at you. Huffing, you quickly gather your things and head out of the office. Taking the elevator down to the parking garage, you aimlessly walk towards the chauffeur, the air heavy with anticipation as you slip into the sleek vehicle.

You know you're not exactly allowed to use the chauffeur, but fatigue has settled into your bones, and you simply don't feel like dealing with the hassle of taking a cab back home. As the chauffeur skillfully maneuvers through the city's nocturnal labyrinth, you find solace in the gentle hum of the engine.

Finally dropped off at your apartment, you collapse into the welcoming embrace of your bed.

Another couple of hours have passed since you left work. Glancing at the clock, a sense of worry creeps in as 10 pm emerges. "Must've been a serious conversation," you ponder. Out of habit, you pull out your phone and mindlessly text your boss.

TO: Dynamight (BOSS)

Riot told me where you were.

Next time… just tell me not to come in.

Placing the phone down, you continue watching mind-numbing daytime TV reruns. "I wonder if he thinks I'm some joke," you say aloud. Anger quietly simmers in your stomach as you shift your feet around, attempting to find comfort in the folds of your bed.

Not even five minutes later, Dynamight answers your text.

Picking up your phone, your eyes widen at his text.

FROM: Dynamight (BOSS)

outside

we need to talk.

Oh, this is serious…

Jolting out of your bed, a rush of adrenaline propels you to the window, where you cautiously peek outside. There he is, waiting at your door. Surprisingly, he looks a tad bit nervous, perhaps uneasy?

Shutting your blinds, you slip on your house shoes and stomp towards the door. Opening it with a swift motion, you look at the hero. He meets your gaze, appearing tired and somewhat defeated as you begin to let loose on him.

"You need to be more considerate of people's time and what they're going through! Do you even know what I went through today? Well, I ended up in your buddy's office today, okay—"

"Please, L/n… just let me in," the blonde's voice rasps at you. Blinking, you notice how unfazed he looks as you stop your scolding. Quietly cursing under your breath, you hold the door open for him to come in.

As the blonde enters your place, he takes off his shoes and sits at the dining room table. Your boss's demeanor today is unusual compared to how you've seen him before. He looks almost vulnerable to you.

"You want anything to drink?" you say quietly. The blonde rolls his neck and then looks you in the eyes. "Got beer?" he says. You quietly nod and go into the kitchen to get him a beer.

"Get yourself one too; you're gonna need it," he says, the last part just below a whisper. You hum in agreement and grab the beers. Sliding one to him, he grabs it and cracks it open with vigor.

You watch as your boss quickly gulps down the contents, as you only take a small swig. Placing your drink down you look at him concerned.

"What did you need to talk about?" you say softly.

"Um… listen," you watch as the blonde shifts uncomfortably in his seat. He lets out a deep sigh, placing his hands into his pockets, and his head hangs low.

"So, I talked to my parents today—"

"I know that—"

"I was talkin' to them, you know… how parents are. They get on your ass when they need to, and they were definitely on mine. My mom said some things, and I got upset. I started to blabber a whole bunch of shit for no reason—"

"I'm having a hard time figuring out what the issue is. So you're being held accountable?" you say, confused. You watch as he clenches his fist and closes his eyes, trying his absolute hardest not to explode in anger right then and there.

"As… I began to ramble, I brought you up, and I told my parents that you're my girlfriend… we're engaged." He says defeatedly, a long pause of silence goes by as you stare at your boss, absolutely dumbfounded.

What?

"WHAT!"

Jumping up from your seat, you start to pace around the kitchen in anger. "I can't even look at you right now— are you serious?" you turn towards him, eyes wide, and lips turned upward in anger.

"C'mon, it's not that serious—"

"Not that serious? Are you messing with me?" you say outraged.

"L/n, please just sit down so we can talk this out—"

"Talk this out? No, I don't wanna say anything to you. God, how could you do this? It's like I'm not even a person to you; like I'm just a toy that you continuously beat against a hardwood table over, and over, and over—"

"L/n!" Dynamight's voice roars over yours, and you flinch at the sound. The rhythmic sound of your breaths huffing is the only sound that penetrates through the air.

"Okay, fine. We can talk, but I'm not sitting down," you say sternly, which makes the blonde roll his eyes. You hear him mumble a quiet "whatever," which almost sets you right back into another frenzy.

Fighting the urge to escalate, you take a deep breath and continue to pace, the tension in the room thick enough to cut with a knife.

"My parents want to meet you tomorrow, is that okay?" he dares to ask. You wanted to say something witty, something that would tick him off, but you started to go into deep thought.

"Give him a taste of how he's treated you, Y/n; the time is now."

Turning to face him, you look at him with no emotion. "Okay, that's fine," you say. This throws your boss off guard, "uh, are you sure? You seemed pretty against it literally three seconds ago—"

"No… I think it's fine. I know we talked about taking things slow, but it's whatever," you say defeatedly. You watch as the blond takes his hands out of his pockets and places a box out and in front of you.

"You'll need this," he says.

Eyes tracing down from his hand and onto the box, your stomach drops to your ass in a heartbeat.

An engagement ring.

"I'm not forcing you to put it on right now, but just have it on before I see you tomorrow," he says. You aimlessly nod, eyes still glued to the ring. You hear your boss stand from his chair with a screech and walk towards you.

"You don't need to memorize my favorite color or whatever the heck—just be present and actually act as if you're interested, please?" he pleads with you. You hum with a silent nod.

"I'll let myself out," the hero mumbles.

After a few moments, you hear the door close and the sound of his car speeding off into the night. The room is left in silence, filled with the weight of unexpected developments and the promise of an imminent meeting with Dynamight's parents.

Sitting back down at the table, you grab the velvet box. Opening it, you can't help but let out a gasp. The ring is absolutely beautiful, looking way too expensive to be just a regular engagement ring. Taking it out of the box, you can't help but marvel at its beauty.

"I always thought later in my life I would be proposed to a little bit differently…" you chuckle to yourself, unable to help feeling a little bittersweet at the moment you're currently experiencing. The unexpected turn of events, coupled with the striking beauty of the ring, creates a whirlwind of conflicting emotions within you.

Sighing, you place your head down on the table, feeling the cold wood press against your skin. Closing your eyes, you didn't know what to think or feel—you were just there.

"What the hell are you wearing?"

"What do you mean?"

"Why do you look so… fancy?"

Currently sitting inside your "fiancé's" car, you're being berated once more for no exact reason. "I just thought that since I'm meeting your parents and all that I would dress nice," you say unbothered as you fix up your makeup in the passenger mirror.

"Plus, I bought this a year ago; m'not letting it collect dust."

You hear the blonde let out a drawn-out sigh, before you knew it, you felt a surprisingly soft hand wrap around your wrist. Looking over, you see him stare at the ring on your finger.

Swallowing your spit, you look over at his hand.

No ring.

"And where's your ring?" you say sternly. "It's right here," he mumbles as he reaches into his armrest. "I was gonna put it on but… I didn't know which finger to put the stupid thing on," he says.

You chuckle at his words as you grab the box from his hand and open it. He chose a pretty nice ring for himself also. Taking the ring out of the holder, you grab his hand and slowly slip the ring on.

"There," you speak softly.

"Thanks," the hero mumbles before quickly snatching his hand away from your grasp and placing them on the steering wheel. Quickly driving off.

Looking at the sights, you see the transitions from the bustling, busy city life to a quiet suburban city. You watch as the hero drives around the town, memorizing every turn and every stop.

Sometimes he would tell you a story about him from childhood whenever he would see a certain park or store. It was nice.

But that "nice" feeling in your body soon turned into anxiety as you watch the car turn down a neighborhood road. The neighborhood is nice, beautiful homes with nicely trimmed grass. This is a place you'd see yourself growing up in if your family actually had the money to.

As the car slows to a stop, you park outside the home of your boss's parents. Swallowing your spit, you nervously play with your ring before looking up at the blonde.

"Hey," he says, and you lift your eyebrows in response.

“Call me Katsuki.”

Your eyes widen at the thought of already starting a first-name basis. "Okay, you can call me Y/n," you say. Katsuki nods at your words, "nice name" he mumbles (he's too bashful to be authentically nice).

"Thanks, you have a nice name too," you say.

"Thanks."

A beat passes before you then watch the blonde hop out of the car and walk over to your side. Opening your door, he holds out his hand for you. Looking at his hand for a moment, you press your lips into a line before grabbing it softly.

Interlacing your fingers with the pro-hero, you didn't know what waves of emotions were going through you at the moment. You felt like a high school girl going on her first date.

You notice once more how soft his hands were. Who knew hands that were known to brutally fight against evil and maintain justice and peace in the city were so...soft.

Taking your other hand and placing it on his arm, the both of you walk side by side to the front door. As Katsuki rings the doorbell, you squeeze his hand.

"You'll be fine."

You silently nod before hearing the door unlock. As the door swings open, you're met with a man with brunette hair and glasses who looks exactly like your fiancé. Thus, none other than his father, of course.

"Oh, hello!" he says pleasantly with a soft smile. Unraveling yourself from Katsuki's grasp, you reach out to shake. "Hi, Mr..." your brain paused for a moment.

"Bakugo, Mr. Bakugo, dear," he says with a chuckle. Shaking his hand, he gives you a firm shake before letting you go. You smile as you revert to resting your hands at your center.

"Or you could call me Dad, or Mr. Dad—"

"Please, old man," Katsuki groans. This earns a quiet chuckle out of you.

"Please come in," he says awkwardly, motioning you to follow. As you step into the house, you can't help but quietly speak as you feel the warm touch of Katsuki's hand ghosting around your waist.

As the both of you settle in, you can't help but look at every corner of the house. The modern home was everything you thought it would be. Sleek design yet a homey color palette; you wish this was your childhood home.

Your eyes grazed over framed photographs capturing moments of joy from the pro-hero's childhood. A part of you still didn't believe you were seeing the things you were seeing today.

As you move through the house, Katsuki's father engages in casual conversation, sharing anecdotes and stories about their family. The initial nervousness begins to subside as you find yourself being drawn into the easygoing charm of the Bakugo family.

The living room, adorned with plush furniture and warm hues, invites you to take a seat. Katsuki, still by your side, maintains a protective presence that brings a sense of comfort.

"Dinner will be ready soon. Why don't you make yourselves comfortable?" Mr. Bakugo suggests with a warm smile, leaving you and Katsuki alone for a moment.

The two of you find a spot on the couch, and as you sit together, the air is filled with a mix of anticipation and the gentle hum of family life. Katsuki's hand finds yours again, offering silent reassurance amidst the subtle excitement of the evening.

"He's nice," you mumble softly at Katsuki, which earns a humorous scoff from him. "Yeah, he's too nice, maybe he actually took his meds today," the blonde says. You silently mouth an "oh" before looking around the room some more.

Suddenly, you catch a glimpse of Katsuki's mother in the kitchen, putting the finishing touches on the meal. She also looks just like him; you watch as her eyes match up with yours. Before you could politely bow or smile, her eyes were off of you.

Looking back down into your hands, Katsuki immediately tells that something is off. "Hey, don't mind the old hag; she's just in her feelings." You breathe in, trying to register your emotions and the "old hag" quip.

"Yeah, but I mean, she has every right to act the way she's acting. If I didn't know my son was getting married—let alone had a girlfriend until it's basically time for them to say their vows—I would feel a type of way as well."

Katsuki rolls his eyes as he attempts to place his hand on your thigh. But you turn away from him with a frown. Before the blonde could say anything else, "Mr. Dad" comes walking through.

"Hey, kids, the food is ready," he says with a smile.

You nod before looking back at Katsuki. As the both of you walk towards the dining table, Katsuki pulls out your chair and helps you sit down. As you settle down, you hear a quiet scoff in the distance. Already gathering that scoff was owned by his mother.

Looking down, you stare at the food placed before you. The aroma wafts through the air, and you can't help but smile. "Wow, this looks amazing! I haven't had a home-cooked meal in so long, thank you."

"No need." Looking up, you notice another figure sitting on the opposite side of the table. "Hello, Mrs. Bakugo," you say with a soft bow.

Nothing in return.

Looking over at Katsuki, you could sharpen a dozen kitchen sets with the look he just gave his own mother. The tension in the room becomes palpable, and you find yourself navigating the delicate balance of emotions while trying to enjoy the anticipated family dinner.

As the family gathers around the table, you notice the strained atmosphere between Katsuki and his mother. The unspoken tension hangs in the air, creating an undercurrent that makes you tread carefully with each bite.

You exchange glances with Katsuki, silently acknowledging the situation of family dynamics. Despite the awkwardness, you decide to break the ice by engaging in conversation with Mr. Bakugo.

"So, how did the two of you meet?" he asks. Looking over at Katsuki stuffing his face with rice, you look back over at his father with a bashful smile.

"We met at work; I'm his secretary," you say with a chuckle. Katsuki's dad lets out a chuckle along with you. You also notice that his mother is chuckling too. As she looks into your eyes with a mischievous smile, her eyes glaze over at her husband.

"You know what they say about secretaries…"

"Which is?" you look over at Katsuki, throwing mental daggers at his mother. She swallows her food and chuckles, "I'm just saying! Clearly, you have a type."

"Keep pushin' me; old dirty hag," Katsuki spits venom with every word that comes out of his mouth. Your eyes widen at the vulgarity of the words he chose. Placing your hand above your mouth in shock.

"Or what? Little bastard—"

"Okay!" Mr. Bakugo yells out.

All eyes snap towards him.

"Mitsuki, do you have any other questions for Y/n?" he says anxiously.

A moment of silence passes before she speaks again.

"Where are you from?" she asks.

"I'm from (hometown)," you respond.

"Education?"

"I'm a college graduate in hero analysis and communications."

"How old are you?"

"27, ma'am…28 in (birth month)."

"How many kids are you willing to have with my son?" she suddenly asks. This makes Katsuki and his father choke on their food, sending you aback, and a warmth grows on your cheeks.

"Oh, what? It's not like they haven't had sex before!" she argues.

"Well—"

"Well, what? You're celibate?" She questions; you look over at Katsuki before quietly nodding. "Oh wow, I guess he's really in it for the long haul." Mitsuki sips her drink before going on another brigade of questions for you.

By the end of dinner, things were…okay? You believe you made a good impression on Mr. Bakugo. His mother, on the other hand, was a whole different case.

Soon, you and Katsuki were in the kitchen washing dishes while the older couple sat on the couch to converse. The clinking of dishes serves as a backdrop to the muffled conversation in the living room. The warmth of the water and the shared task provide a brief respite from the earlier intensity.

As you scrub a plate, Katsuki breaks the silence. "Sorry about that, she can be a real pain in the ass."

You look over at him, a small smile playing on your lips. "It's okay, I can handle it. Besides, I'm getting to know your family."

He grumbles in response, his usual tough exterior softening for a moment. The rhythmic sound of washing dishes continues, and you can't help but feel a sense of unity, even in the midst of familial complexities.

"It's not okay; she's never acted like that towards a guest ever, and it's you of all people," he says. You can tell through the tone of his voice that he's genuinely upset. You watch closely as he washes off some scum from a knife with his fingers.

"You didn't deserve that—god, she can be such a bitch—ah, shit!" Katsuki curses as he holds out his finger. He didn't realize, through his fit of anger, that he'd cut his finger.

Your eyes widen at the sight.

"What's going on in there?" You hear Mitsuki yell out.

"K-Katsuki?" You stumble with your words.

"Damn it, sorry," he mumbles.

"I'm fine, there's a first aid kit under the sink."

Quickly grabbing the kit, you come to his aid. Carefully bandaging up his finger. "Katsuki, I promise I've gone through worse. This is only a nib in the bud," you reassure him.

Finishing up the bandage, you place the first aid kit back under the sink. Looking back up at the blonde, you softly smile, placing your hand on his arm before glancing back over.

As you look over, you see Mitsuki staring into your soul, but this time neither of you breaks contact. "Did you guys want to stay for dessert?" Katsuki's father follows up.

The both of you look over at him, and you begin to speak, "Um—"

"Nah, early patrol and an interview tomorrow," Katuski speaks as he sneaks an arm around your waist. "Mm, yeah. That also translates to a lot of paperwork and notes for me," you attempt to make a joke to lighten the air.

This earns a chuckle from the father, "Well, let us lead you out."

As the four of you head towards the door, you watch Katsuki from the corner of your eye get a pat on the back from his father and a thumbs-up, mouthing "I like her" before he slips away from him.

Before leaving, the both of you turn and bow. "It was nice seeing you both for the first time. I hope to come here more often; the food was great."

"Anytime Y/n, the pleasure is ours."

As the both of you turn away hand in hand, you're stopped by a gasp of your wrist. "I'd like to give you a couple of words," says Mitsuki.

"Oh—"

"Whatever you say to her, you can say to me," Katsuki says sternly. His mother rolls her eyes, "Oh, please go to the car; I'm not gonna bite her head off!" She complains.

You give Katsuki an assuring glance before letting him go to the car. Facing his mother, you expect the worst. "Yes?" you say.

She lets out a sigh before she speaks, looking at you with almost a pitiful look. “I don’t know if you’re a good fit for my son yet, but I can tell you care for him. And that’s what matters the most.”

She then places her hand to touch yours, lifts your hand, and observes your ring. "Y'know I was staring at this the whole night? I just can't believe it."

Staring down at the ring, you nod your head in agreement.

"Me either."

I HOPE YOU ALL LIKED IT!! THE FIRST HALF OF THIS BOOK IS COMPLETE! ONLY 6 MORE CHAPTERS LEFT!

— lovelyiida

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A/N ::: Roommate!Kats is on the brain who tells you he can hear you getting off to him in your room when you're so sure you're being quiet. He wants to show you how good he can fuck you and makes a bet with you that you're probably going to lose. Get your checkbook ready.

C/W ::: A bit of misrepresentation of the situation (but god who cares), Unprotected sex P->V, sex bet. *aged up Kats*

Bakugo shrugs. "I don't care if you agree with me or not. I see how you look at me. I hear you at night sometimes. Bah! Who'm I kiddin'. I hear you a lot. 'Oh, oh god ... Kats ... fuck yes. Right - oh fuck - right there!' 'M not stupid." He realized what he'd just said and how he'd just said it. But he wanted to prove a point to you: That he knows you're solely after his cock.

You think it would be in your best interest not to argue with him. But he was being so presumptuous right now.

"How can someone who thinks so little of himself have such an ego, huh, super star? Jesus. I'm not saying 'Kats', I'm ... I'm saying ..." You squinted your eyes at him and pursed your lips. "... um, I'm saying 'THAT'S'. Not your stupid name. Arrogant much. Fuckin' hell." Your face was turning a few shades pinker the more your arousal puddled out of your cunt. Even looking at him while he has that angry snarl on his face. All you can think about is pulling his pants down and taking his cock all the way down your throat and sucking on him until his balls are so empty that he can't possibly squeeze out one more little microscopic particle of cum.

The thought made you shake your head and roll your eyes.

He stood there with his eyes trained on your little nervous tics in reaction to his comments. And to your filthy thoughts, that luckily, he wasn't privy to.

Yet.

He knows he has you cornered. Worse yet, you know he has you cornered.

You avoid his gaze and try to step around his large body. He's almost completely blocking the hallway of your small, shared apartment. "Goin' somewhere, puddin'?" Your body stiffens at the name he calls you. He pushes himself off of the wall so that he's standing directly in the middle of the way now. "Tell ya what, if you can get by me or somehow manage to move me, I'll shut up about this and we'll never speak of it again.

"You're full of shit, Kats. There's no way I could ever get passed you. You're practically taking up the whole damn area as it is and you're not even huffin' and puffin' yet. Look, I'm telling you, I'm not fucking myself and thinking about you. Just get over yourself. Now move, I want to go lay down."

He smirked. "Lay down." He said with air quotes. "Is that code for fuck yourself stupid while you're thinking of me? You know, I could just fuck you, roomie. You've been lookin' at me extra close these last few months. And what long months they've been. Huh?"

You hated him. The second the words 'I could just fuck you' left his mouth, your cunt clenched around nothing. You swear you felt a tear run down your leg from how sad and lonely the poor thing was. "You couldn't make me cum if I told you how to do it. Just ..." You pushed on his stomach trying to get him to budge. But you were only met with resistance. You weren't prepared for how hard his body was. Like, you'd seen it plenty of times when he's running around shirtless. Those damn sweats hanging off of his hips.

"Hnno-gaw." You made a noise that resembled something along the lines of "No" and "Oh my god." Neither of you knew what it was supposed to be. What you did know, is how fucking tempting his offer to fuck you and get it out of the way was. "NO! Goddamn it, Kats. M-move. Now!"

"I'm not goin' anywhere until you admit that you stuff that little cunt of yours full of your fingers and say my name. I'm off for the rest of the holiday, so I got nothin' but time. Balls in your court, loser.

You stood there glaring at him. Trying to come up with a rational reason why you shouldn't let him rail you. But you couldn't think of one. And that made you even more angry. "Fine." You said, throwing your arms up and then placing your hands on your hips. "I'll play your fucking game, Kats. I do masturbate. I say your name ... sometimes. But ... ugh. Are you happy?"

He had the most devilish shit-eating grin on his face. "Mmm, not ... not yet. I wanna hear all about what you do with your fingers."

You put one hand on each shoulder and got on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear. "I ... have ... toys for that." The way he gasped at your admission you'd think he'd never even heard of such a blasphemous thing in his life.

But it wasn't that.

No.

It was how he grabbed you and hoisted you up onto his hips and held you there by the fat of your ass. It was the way he kissed your neck and lips so hungrily like you were the first breath of fresh air he'd had in months. It was how he slammed you against the wall and smashed his groin against yours. And how you groaned into his mouth when you realized he was already hard.

You could feel his cock throbbing against your stomach, begging for release. "Shit." You whispered, breaking the kiss. "Katsuki, I - uh - I ... fuck. I've been thinking about this for a while. Oh god. I can't ... fuck. Ok? Yes! Yes I think about you when I'm stuffing my cunt full of toys! When I'm playing with my clit in the shower!"

He bit your neck and moaned. "So, so dirty. I ... I fucking love it. You have no idea how hot it is to know you get off to me."

You pulled back from the his lips, "Wait, I ... I thought you already ... knew?" He closed his mouth and wouldn't look you in the eye. "You little fuck! You didn't know?"

"What's it matter now! I mean, I was just giving you shit. But it is, y/n. Shit. It's so fuckin' hot." He slid his hand down to your cunt and felt how wet you already were. "Fuck. So wet. You want my cock yeah, huh?"

"Yes, Kats." You glared at him playfully and slid down the front of his body and followed him to his room.

As soon as you walked in to his space you were met with a wall of his smell. It was so warm and sexy; Sandlewood and Cedar. It felt strange to be in there with him. Almost like a dream.

But it was real.

You watched him strip down and get completely naked. His cock was ... really, really nice, to say the least. The head was so plump and swollen, you almost didn't want to take your eyes off of it. "Kats."

"What the hell are you lookin' at, dumbass?" He got on the bed and laid down. "Come over here and ride me. Let me see those tits bouncing while you fuck yourself on my cock."

You took your clothes off and crawled on top of him. He ran his hands up and down your sides, feeling your curves and how hot your skin was. "I'm gonna make you cum so hard, roomie."

You sank down onto his cock and gasped. "Holy ... Kats! ... o- oh, fuck ... oh god, Kats. You're so fucking big." He moaned into your neck and let his hands roam all over your body.

"Let's make a bet?" He ran his tongue over your nipples and then continued his proposal. "I make you cum 3 times in 30 minutes and you pay my share of rent next month. I don't, I pay your half and electricity."

You were well on your way to having your first orgasm and he wasn't even doing anything special. "Mhm, mhm ... fuckfuckfuck ..."

He looked up at you and smiled. "I'll take that as a yes."

"Just - oh goddd, oh fuck, Kats - just shut the fuck up. I'll pay. I'll pay it anyway." You said as he flipped you over and showed you why it was worth your time (and money) to give him a chance.

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Dressed Up || Kenny McCormick x Reader

note: characters are in high school

Ever since Kenny had asked you to the formal school dance, you had been counting down the days until you got to see him dressed up in a suit. It also meant spending the entire evening together.

So naturally, you couldn't be more excited.

There was only a few more minutes before he was supposed to arrive so you could go together. You stood in the middle of your bedroom, staring at yourself in the mirror while the only thing on your mind was him.

Faint knocking on your door was heard before your mom walked in and smiled at you. "You look so beautiful, honey!"

"Thanks, mom." You smiled back at her, brushing down your dress in anticipation.

"C'mon downstairs, we need to take some pictures." She walked out and you followed behind her, trying not to trip with your floor-length dress and heels on.

"Of course."

Walking downstairs, you saw your dad leaning on a wall close to the front door as he wanted to be the first one to greet Kenny. When he looked over at you he smiled, trying hard to not get emotional.

"My baby is all grown up." Well, that lasted long. "You look amazing, Y/N."

"She does, doesn't she?" Your mother gushed as she stood next to your dad.

As it got closer to Kenny's arrival, your heartbeat sped up in anticipation. You were so focused you didn't hear your parents plan to get a photo with both you and him, which would likely be uploaded to Facebook later on.

The doorbell rung, making you jump. Your dad immediately opened the front door while you waited with your mom in the living room, and you heard your father welcome him inside.

Kenny walked through to where you stood with your mother, and his eyes landed on you. His heart was beating just as fast as yours.

"Oh, you look so handsome!" Your mother grinned, standing up to hug him.

He had saved up money for months, taking extra and long shifts, so he could buy the form-fitting suit he wore. He did wear sneakers on his feet, but that made him all the more charming: a reminder it was still him underneath the nice clothes.

"Thank you, Mrs. L/N." His voice sounded much more different when it wasn't being muffled by his classic orange parka. "Um, I brought you these."

He approached you, pulled out a bouquet of flowers from behind him, and handed them to you. Seeing your eyes light up, somehow even more, he couldn't help but smile at you.

"You're so sweet, Kenny." You kissed him on the cheek, not even caring your parents were there. They adored him anyways, so it didn't matter.

However, just as you pressed the kiss to his cheek, you heard a faint shutter sound to indicate either of them had taken a picture.

"Well, you kids have fun now! See you guys later." Your mother waved you goodbye as the two of you made your way outside.

"Bye mom, bye dad!" You shouted back.

"Bye Mr. and Mrs. L/N!" Kenny ran slightly ahead of you to the truck he was borrowing from his dad, and opened the passenger door. "Ladies first," he said as he held it open for you.

"What a gentleman," you responded before getting in. He shut the door when he knew you were in safely and got into the driver's side.

The drive wasn't too long, so you barely realised you were at the school. Kenny took a deep breath before turning to look at you. The two of you sat there for a few minutes, just admiring the other person and thinking about how lucky you both were to have the other in your lives.

"You're so fucking gorgeous, Y/N."

"You look pretty charming yourself, Kenny."

Both of you were already blushing messes and you hadn't even got out the car yet.

"Wait there." He instructed before hopping out the truck, which you noticed he had also cleaned. He ran around to the passenger side and opened the door for you. "Shall we?"

He held out his arm for you to take so you could safely step out, as you did you stumbled a little, but he was quick to put both of his hands on your shoulders.

"Careful, princess." He wore a cheeky smile on his face, which only resulted in your face getting hotter. "Let's go."

Your arms linked as you approached the entrance to the gymnasium of the school, where the dance was taking place. Getting closer you noticed five people standing outside the doors.

"There they are!" Wendy exclaimed, pointing over to you and Kenny, which made the other four she was with turn around.

"Took 'em long enough," Eric grumbled.

"Lookin' good, man!" Kyle directed towards Kenny.

"You look so different," came from Stan. He didn't want to say how good you looked in case Wendy got jealous.

"Has anyone told you that you look quite pretty?" Butters spoke up while looking at you, and you thanked him.

"Believe me," Kenny began. "I already have." His arm snaked around your waist so he could put his hand on your hip and bring you closer to him, almost like he was letting Butters know that you were his, not Butters'.

"What are we waiting for? C'mon!" Wendy took Stan by his arm and led him into the gym, you and Kenny following behind them.

"God damn lovebirds." Eric mumbled to himself, making the other two boys laugh next to him.

"C'mon, you grumpy ass."

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Hi UM can I request some brat!Natsume x dom!reader punishing with one of those fuck machines and degrading him until he's mindbroken?

Have a great day

Ooo my first request, and of course!

Brat!Natsume x GN Dom!Reader

Warnings: Overstimulation, Sub character, Degradation

Note: I'm sorry it took a little while to make this, I'm sick currently but I tried my best to get it out fast. I also hope you enjoy it as I tried my best with it but brats are hard to write for me hhh. I also hope I did Natsume justice as I have never written him.

18+ Under the Cut

Low whirring sounds flow from the machine as it fucks into Natsume at a slow pace. Even though it was set on the lowest setting you had to keep one hand on Natsume's knee, forcing him to keep his legs spread open. He gazes at you defiantly, a smug smirk on his lips. The urge to wipe that look off his face fills you, this was supposed to be a punishment for his jealously, he shouldn't still be acting so disobedient. The only cracks in his facade are the small shivers that run though his body every time the toy thrusts deep, or how he has to hold himself back from making noises.

"You're failING, what type of punishment is thiS? It's not working on meeah-" He cuts off with an unwanted moan as you had had enough of his teasing, choosing to turn the machine up to its highest level for a moment to shut him up. It works as Natsume's legs start to tremble more frequently and his eyes roll to the back of his head, his mouth opening slighty. You divulge in the sight for a moment before returning the machine back to its slow pace. Natsumes eyes going back to normal as his body relaxes, his expression now one of annoyance.

"I didn't actually enjoy thaT, I faked it for your own amuseMENT. " Staring at him for a second, noticing how he acts like this isn't affecting him. Yet those small signs are still noticeable no matter how much he tries to not let them show. You can feel his thighs still trembling ever so slightly underneath your fingertips, the way his face is starting to become a flushed red color. But you decide you'll play his little game, if he wants to act like a brat he can be treated like one.

Turning the machine off and removing your hand from him, he has nothing to gain any sort of friction now and annoyance shows on his face. Now that all stimulation was gone from him he was completely at your mercy, even more so than before. His cock, you realize dripping precum, the tip a deep red color. He wanted to cum you could tell but his pride of not wanting to be caught begging was winning, however you would change that before long. Leaning over him, and using your hand to grab his cheeks, forcing him to look you directly in the eyes.

"If you want more, beg. I already know you're just a pleasure loving slut who just can't take it when my attentions on another guy that isn't you. So come on, beg, don't be shy, you weren't earlier when you cussed out Tsumugi were you?"

Tsumugi was the reason he was like this in the first place, he couldn't handle seeing you give him a kiss on the cheek. You knew that Natsume's relationship with him wasn't the best, but he still somewhat liked Tsumugi, but that kiss seemed to have went too far for him. Natsume looks as if he regrets it now, deciding between if he wants to keep his pride up or be able to cum.

You pull your hand away from him and his face drops as he seemly stares down at his stomach, his shirt pushed up around his waist. It's not too long before you hear some mumbling coming from Natsume, his hands clenched tightly together. "I'm a jealous slut only for yoU, and I constantly want my hole to be filled with your cocK." Moving back down to be right next to him you whisper "Can you repeat that? I didn't hear you." He immediately turns to look at you as those words leave you, "I know you diD, your just enjoying thiS." His golden brown eyes continue to glare at you for a few more seconds until he finally gives up, realizing that he won't gain any touch unless he says it louder.

"I'm just a jealous dirty sluT, I can't handle not being filled and I need yoU-" Your finger presses down the button that makes the machine start up, at full force. Natsume, not thinking you'd start it while he was talking taken by surprise. His head bangs back onto the headboard and you feel bad about it only for a moment. His eyes start to unfocus and his body rocks back and forth from the force of the machine. His legs start to close and your quick to push them down, you can feel his muscles straining underneath your hands. The slapping sound from the machine meeting his ass isn't loud enough to block the high pitched whines leaving Natsume as the toy rams into his prostate over and over.

Natsume's precum is dripping down his cock in larger amounts, and the way his body strains against the machine and the increasing pitch of his moans signals he's close. Thinking of stopping the machine right before he orgasms takes form but is quickly pushed away when his moans reach a beautiful crescendo. You feel his thighs start to tremble more violently and a second later long white ropes of cum spurt out of his cock, landing on his chest, and dripping down to his stomach.

Letting go of his thighs and sliding your hand up his body, not bothering to slow the machine as it continues to thrust into him as forcefully as it can. Feeling his body twitch with the aftershocks of his orgasm, and the constant movement from the machine you gather some of his spend on your fingertips. You bring your fingers up to his lips and slip them past his open mouth. His eyes are glazed over likely from the after effects from his orgasm but you expect over stimulation to kick in soon. You watch as his mouth closes around your fingers, sucking his own cum off of them.

His eyes move to meet yours and you slide your fingers out of his mouth so he could speak. "Why aren't you stopping iT? It hurTS, it hurts so gooD." His voice comes out in different pitches, the machines thrusting starting to affect him more than you thought as overstimulation starts to kick in. You only smile at him as you let the machine keep up its pace, he deserved to be over stimulated. Broken moans fall from his lips as you look down towards the machine, realizing that Natsume's cock is still hard dispite cumming a minute ago.

"You're still hard? You must be more of a whore than I thought, but that's fine, I'll give you more pleasure than your body can handle." Natsume's response is pained whimpers, but you don't want him too fucked out of his mind just yet, he still had to answer some questions. Turning the machine down to a medium setting so pleasure is always present, you hear him let out a relieved moan, yet his body still twitches from deep thrusts onto his prostate.

Grabbing his cheeks once again, you force his head to turn to look at you. His eyes are starting glaze over and his mouth hangs over ever so slightly. However he quickly attempts to looks serious. "You want to apologize to me for interrupting my conversation with Tsumugi with your jealousy? I let you have an orgasm, not that you deserved it." He quickly sneers at you, however the effect doesn't work as well as he hopes with the position he's in. "I don't have to apologize for anythING. Tsumugi didn't care anywaYS, and I was not jealOUS." You sigh, of course he wouldn't admit it that easily, however you could get him too.

You wonder if causing him to orgasm over and over would make him admit it, he would enjoy it no matter how much he may deny it. He already looks on the verge of another, however the amount of stimulation he's getting not enough to push him over the edge just yet. Running your hand down his chest towards his cock, taking it in your hand, starting to jerk him off slowly. The feeling causes him to bite his lip as he glares at you, you'll try again to get to him to answer in a way you want. "I know you're just a jealous slut who only wants my attention you even admitted it, so why won't you say it again?" He stays quiet, you could see shame run through his eyes at your words, he knows you're right, he just wants to be difficult.

You could feel him twitch in your hand, your words turning him on more than he wanted to admit. "Oh, I feel your cock begging for release in my hand, even if you don't admit it yourself your body clearly knows how much of a jealous cock hungry bitch you are. " He still doesn't respond, choosing to continue biting his lip. You'd get him to admit it again. Turning the machine to high once again, not having any plan to turn it down this time until he's begging you, you'd break his stubborn behavior by having him too drunk on pleasure.

Natsume stops biting his lip immediately, the pleasure overtaking him, his head once again knocks back, his body starting to rock roughly again. You watch as his stomach visibly clenches and you feel his cock once again release. His whines filling the air, almost louder than the slapping sounds echoing throughout the room. There's not as much of the sticky white fluid this time as it mixes with his last spend with more soon to join it.

You smirk as you let go of his cock, still painfully hard as small amounts of cum dribble out of his angry red tip. You move towards his head, watching the flush on his face spread down to his chest as his body starts to tremble even more violently from the aftershocks. "Too mucH, too mucH." His eyes have tears in them as he stares at you, however they're becoming more unfocused by the second, you just smile down at him. His hands grip the bed sheets as his back arches, his eyes widening a little as another orgasm takes him by surprise. Laughing a little at his reaction you wonder if you've been successful in fucking his brattiness out of him.

"Are you sorry about interrupting me? Are you going to say you're a dumb attention whore? You must already know that I'm right, your little mind can't seem to comprehend anything but reaching your next orgasm right now." Natsume can't even turn to look at you as he nods, the overstimulation muddling his mind up. "I'm sorRY, I'm sorRY. I'm a dumb jealous slut who can't do anything but think about cummING." You laugh a little to yourself, he looks absolutely ruined now that he finally admitted it. He didn't even look like he comprehended what he said, his mind to hazed over by the continuous thrusting.

"You finally admitted it, and all it took was having a machine fuck you stupid. Doesn't this just prove what you said?" He nods along to what you're saying, and increasingly loud whines leave him as he cums again, less than last time, you wonder how many more he can take before nothing comes out anymore.

You make no move to slow down the machine, only running your hand across his forehead, wiping his bangs away that are stuck there. He doesn't seem to be able to form coherent sentences anymore, much less thoughts, only small I'm sorrys leaving him. His cock still hard, sways back and forth with his body from the machines continuous thrusting. You decide to see how much more he can take before either shooting blanks or passing out.

You wonder how he'll act when he comes back to his senses, how pissed he'll be. You know he won't be able to walk tomorrow from how hard you have this machine fucking into him. But for now you can only watch as the machine fucks into him.

#ensemble stars #enstars #enstars x reader #enstars smut #enstars x reader smut #natsume sakasaki x reader #natsume sakasaki smut #natsume sakasaki x reader smut

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William's Chapter 0 Story

Yes I bought it... And boy, I like where it's going. I went a little more loose with this translation to try and capture the atmosphere better. As always, I make no guarantees about the accuracy.

Also, this doesn't really spoil anything. It mostly covers only the prologue.

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If life were a fairytale, then achieving happiness would be a simple matter. Keep your hands clean, obey orders, be good and dutiful, and don't stray off safe and well-lit paths. However… if your heart yearns to go down a different road, then would quashing your true desires truly lead to a "happily ever after"? My answer? No.

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William: "Slice your throat. Drag it out for as long as you can."

Not a single person that Crown has set their eye on has ever escaped. Tonight's target was no exception. The man couldn't even scream as his trembling hand raised a knife. I held in my hand an envelope I had found in this mansion, stamped with a "golden butterfly".

(That I'm seeing this once more means…) (Evil is something that cannot be stamped out through punishment alone.) (Not them… and not me.)

If you asked 100 different people what 'evil' was, you would get 100 different answers. Absolute evil does not exist. Rather, if it did, it would be something that lurked in every individual person's heart. Something that they found unforgiveable. Something that, if they forgave, would be betraying the essence of what made them, them.

(To me, that absolute evil is when one tramples over another's freedom.) (And the worst offender would be this "golden butterfly".)

I had no issues with doing harm so that I may pass judgement on those who commit the unforgiveable. If this were a story, that man and I would be painted with the same brush: evil.

Alfons: Quite a pathetic end, isn't it? Being ordered to "keep your mouth shut" so you can't even scream in your final moments.

Elbert: …It's because we'd be in trouble if his neighbors got suspicious.

Roger: Geez, what a convenient ability. I sure as hell wouldn't want you as an enemy.

William: Ahaha, I'll be sure to mark on my calendar if I plan on turning on you so you'll have ample warning.

Exchanging banter in the way only those accustomed to such sights can, I made my way over to the piano in the hall and sat down.

William: Since this is lying around, I suppose we can send him off with a song.

I wasn't thinking of any melody in particular. I simply let my fingers dance around the keys as they pleased.

Ellis: How wonderful. Now he'll be able to die a little bit happy, at least.

Jude: …Like hell he can. You crazy or something?

Everyone in Crown had their own way of facing someone's death. Those who sympathize, those who empathize, the cynics, the mourners, and those who saw such happenings as purely matter of fact.

(But what they all have in common is that they are all here of their own free will.)

However, not everyone has the ability to go where their hearts willed. At that moment, I recalled that desirous gaze I encountered earlier.

(It would be nice if that girl I met today could take a step towards realizing her desires.)

As the knife dug deep into the man's neck, as fresh blood spurted and gushed from his wound, that was what I was thinking.

--And then, the door to the hall slowly swung open.

Alfons: My, my, to think that we would have an audience.

(…That's…)

William: If it isn't the songbird I met this afternoon.

MC: U-um… what…?

I recognized the panicked woman who had grown pale at the gruesome sight before her. She was that postal worker I encountered earlier.

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MC: Excuse me, sir, I need to deliver that.

A calm determination had settled in the gaze of the woman who came up to me, chasing a stray envelope.

William: Of course, my lady.

MC: …T-thank you.

William: My pleasure.

MC: …

I had handed her the envelope already, but she seemed to lose track of herself as she continued to stare at me.

(…Another one.)

People who had that look in their eyes almost always had something they were holding back. Things that they think they shouldn't say. I loved the moment when such people made a decision to voice whatever it was they were hiding. When I simply stared back at her silently, her calm gaze wavered slightly. And in that moment, I saw it: a glimmer of desire burning in her eyes. A surge of emotion, so strong that it was taking everything she had to suppress it.

"Lead me to another world." "Somewhere, anywhere."

Though her lips were pressed tightly together, it was as though I could hear her say those words.

(Ah.) (This won't do.)

I didn't know why, but she wanted change. There was desire burning within her, struggling to be set free. And yet… there was something else in her that was suppressing it.

(If she could freely follow her desires… I'm sure it would be beautiful.)

William: You have two deliveries left?

MC: …What? MC: I'm sorry, I spaced out-

William: You'd better hurry. It'll be dark soon.

(It's a shame, but I can't whisk you away.) (Even if that 'somewhere, anywhere' that you desired was the depths of the abyss.) (But… if you, of your own free will, were to take that first step…) (Perhaps we'll see each other again.)

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(…Still, I didn't think it would be this soon. Or at a place like this.)

Liam: Is she a friend of yours, Will? Does she know about us too?

William: We met on the streets and had a chat, Liam, that's all. She doesn't know a thing about Crown.

Liam: Well, that's an issue. What to do…?

(If I told you to kill her for my sake, then I'm sure you would do it without hesitation.) (Though he'll live with the pain of taking a life even as he does it. What a commendable, lovable cat.)

Harrison: Terribly sorry about the scare, ma'am. But these are just props for a performance we're staging.

(…You never change, Harrison.)

Of course he'd try to give her an escape route. Though he appeared, he was truly strong at his core.

MC: N-no way…

Harrison: …You could have pretended to believe me for your sake, you know.

It was unfortunate, but her last chance to escape had just slipped by.

(Well, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised) (She came here because she had to, after all.)

Harrison: What do we do, Will?

William: It's obvious, isn't it? We take her to see the "Reaper of the Palace".

Jude: Tch… that's why I told you to lock the damn doors.

Roger: Haha, I didn't think that anyone would trespass into an obviously dark home. You're quite the bad girl, aren't you, little miss?

Ellis: Won't you come closer? It's not like you can escape, anyway.

As soon as she heard the word 'escape', her body stiffened. Her legs began to move.

(Sorry, but I can't let you go.) (You're a witness now, of course. But that's not the only reason.)

That one of her deliveries was to this mansion was surely a coincidence. But that she was standing here now was no coincidence at all.

(Even if the sound of the piano implied that there was still someone awake inside…) (There was no reason for a postal worker to enter an otherwise entirely deserted manor in the middle of the night.) (You chose to come here.) (Even if you haven't consciously realized it yourself…)

She took the first step.

William: Come here, poor little robin.

(Let me see more of it. That burning desire that brought you here.)

At my order, her legs began to walk her forward.

MC: S-stop…!

(Haha, and at last you're voicing her true desire.)

She stopped before me as if she was presenting herself. A splash of red stained her cheek.

(…Beautiful.)

Somehow, the color of deep sin suited her.

(If, of your own volition, you were to be dyed with blood in the future…) (…that would suit you far more than this stain now.)

William: Pardon me.

As I pulled her towards me, her eyes closed in fear.

William: That should do it.

After I wiped her cheek clean and released her, she staggered and collapsed to the floor, as if all her strength had escaped her. Her gaze, once calm and settled, now shook with emotion like a stormy sea. In her eyes I saw fear, confusion… and just a hint of anticipation. Of excitement.

(Yes, you are hiding something inside you.)

Something that made her leap without looking into the dark. Imagining being able to unravel that mystery made my heart race.

(This should be fun.)

William: I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is William. William Rex. William: I'm inviting you to dine with us tonight. Your name, honored guest?

(I'll fill you with love, as much as I can.)

So that you may be a flower that blooms beautifully in the darkness.

#ikemen villains #william (ikevill) #my translation

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Day 9: Scar reveal / Interrogation / Presumed Dead Characters: Sheegor, Truman Warnings: References to abusive relationships, depictions of anxiety Summary: Sasha, it turns out, was not strictly allowed to hire people on the spot, and Sheegor realizes her employment must be cleared with the Grand Head of the Psychonauts. Which is... fine. She's not worried or anything. Or missing Mr. Pokeylope. It's fine.

Sheegor wished Mr. Pokeylope were here.

She also wished she could have done her hair better.

She hadn't exactly had the luxury of being able to do anything with her hair in a long while—it wasn't like they had a lot of usable hair products in the asylum, and it was a miracle she managed to keep it clean at all. Miss Vodello had offered to style her hair for her, but she'd refused—Miss Vodello had been more than kind enough to take her out shopping before they'd arrived (much too kind, and she didn't want to wear out that kindness so quickly), so she could get a nice, clean outfit and new gloves. (The gloves felt so nice—she loved her mittens, but she could move her hands more freely in these, and they felt so comfortable.)

Suddenly realizing she had been wiggling her fingers in her gloves again, she put her hands down firmly in her lap, sitting up as straight as she was able.

Meanwhile, Mr. Zanotto took a seat on the other side of the table, and straightened up some papers. "Soooo Miss... Delucca, is it?"

"Yes!" she exclaimed, only to cover he mouth when Mr. Zanotto leaned back in surprise. "I-I mean, yes, Mr. Zanotto! Um..." She wrung her hands anxiously, her gloves squeaking in the process. "Um... you can call me Penelope if you want, or... or Sheegor."

"Sheegor?" he repeated, brow knitting.

Feeling her stomach beginning to tie into knots, she shook her head. "I mean! You don't have to call me that! I mean—c-call me whatever you want!"

Mr. Zanotto frowned at her, and she winced. But he went on: "Well, Miss Delucca, as you know, Agent Nein is not technically supposed to hire people on the spot."

Sheegor shivered, nodding. Oh yes, Sasha had admitted such to her before they'd left, and she hadn't stopped thinking about it since.

"We're fortunate that I have to be the one conducting this interview rather than Hollis." The man chuckled, and Sheegor wasn't sure what that meant. "I'm sure she'd love this situation if she heard about it first."

"U-um..." Sheegor swallowed. "Wh... what did you need to know?"

Mr. Zanotto chuckled again, shaking his head. "Of course, I'm sure you don't want to waste too much time with this."

Wait—did she hear that right? Did he... think this was a waste of time? That she was a waste of time?

"So, let's get right into it!" Settling back into his chair, Mr. Zanotto held up the short stack of papers in front of him. "Let's see... So you're applying—or, well, Sasha offered you the job—for lab assistant." He looked up at her with a raised brow. "Why do you think you're qualified for this job?"

Sheegor gave a start—was that an interview question, or was he really questioning her? (Why couldn't Mr. Pokeylope be here...?! He would know what to do!) "I-I... I am qualified, sir! I really am!" she replied, gripping the edge of the table. "I can work really, really hard!"

"I'm... certain you can," Mr. Zanotto said, leaning back. "But could you give me some specifics?"

"Um—I—uh... I-I did a lot of work before! I'm really, really good with brains!" She tried to smile at the man, but quickly took note of his shocked look. "I-I mean—I don't have to do anything with brains! I'm not going to steal any! Oh—I mean, not that I've stolen brains before, that was just Dr. Loboto, but I don't work for him anymore, and um—I mean—!" The blood drained from her face, and she clamped her mouth shut.

"It's all right, Miss Delucca.” Though Mr. Zanotto's expression seemed to be very clear that it was not all right. "Perhaps you can tell me about some of your other previous work history?"

"Um... uh..." She wrung her hands, looking left and right as she tried to remember. Work history—she worked for Loboto for so long, but before that she'd worked... at the Asylum? But should she say that? Maybe he wouldn't want to know she'd worked at Thorney Towers—there was a reason it had closed down, after all. And before that she'd... been a patient there, and before that... she... she didn't remember, but she'd worked somewhere, probably, right?

It took her a moment to realize she was staring down at the floor, her hands gripping her head. Frantically she sat back up in her seat, looking Mr. Zanotto in the eyes, but he looked so horrified—of course he was, she couldn't even tell him her work history. This was a disaster—

"...Miss Delucca," Mr. Zanotto said slowly. "You should know that this is just a formality."

Sheegor took a shaky breath, trying to fight back the sobs that choked her throat. "Y-yes..." she squeaked with a little nod. "I understand..."

"There's no need to be—"

"I know, I know!" she cried. "There's no need for this..." Sniffling, she backed away from the table. "I'll tell Mr. Nein that I wasn't hired."

To her surprise, Mr. Zanotto stepped out from around the table, holding up a hand to stop her. "Wait," he said, and she stepped back. "Miss Delucca—or, would you prefer I call you a different name?"

Looking away, Sheegor wrung her hands. "I... um... you can call me whatever you like."

"But is there one you would like to be called?"

She couldn't wrap her head around why he was asking this, and the question itself made her head hurt. "I-I don't know. I think... I like..." Her voice went quiet. "...Sheegor?"

"Then that's what I'll call you." Mr. Zanotto went on: "Sheegor, when I say that this is just a formality, I mean you've already got the job. I trust Sasha's judgment—most of the time, anyway—and I just wanted to make sure we have all the paperwork, and that I can tell Hollis that we've conducted an interview so she'll be happy."

Sheegor blinked, looking back at Mr. Zanotto, who was staring at her with a look that was still definitely not happy—a look of... concern?

He sighed, glancing out the window and down at the atrium. "Sasha told me that you've been working for Dr. Loboto—"

"Not anymore!" she cried, shaking her head. "I never want to work for him ever again! I-I can't, anyway... now that—"

Mr. Zanotto held up his hands. "I know, I know. He told me about the hostage situation and that you'd had... a rough time under his employment."

"Y-yeah..." Sheegor admitted, looking down, only to stomp her foot. "He was so mean to Mr. Pokeylope! And to the patients, and to the brains, and—"

"And to you," Mr. Zanotto finished.

The rage Sheegor felt quickly drained, and she looked down at the floor. "I... um..."

"This will take some getting used to, I know, but here, you won't be treated the same way you were under his employment. We want you to be happy, as well as safe."

She looked at him again, and he looked so... serious. Like he really meant what he was saying. It was like... Mr. Pokeylope.

Were there really that many other people... like that?

Sheegor stared at Mr. Zanotto for another long moment before slowly nodding. "...Okay, Mr. Zanotto. I hope you're right."

He placed a hand on her shoulder and smiled. "Welcome to the Psychonauts, Sheegor."

#sheegor #truman zanotto #psychonauts #my writing #fanfic #have another one of these #(it's an interview rather than an interrogation) #(but poor Sheegor FEELS like it's an interrogation) #i still have like 17 more of these to post #plus multiple more polished oneshots

[quicksilverdrabbles]

Taliesin: I must say, you've a very good nose for finding injured people, Inigo.

Inigo: Thank you. They are just up this hill.

Kaidan: Peak's Shade?

Lucien: Oh dear, I hope S'vashni hasn't killed anybody again..

Xelzaz: No, this one is still alive.

Inigo: There they are!

Gore: *sitting on the ground with his leg caught in a bear trap*

Lucien: Oh gosh. I suppose asking if you're okay wouldn't be very helpful here.

Gore: N-Not really- *sees Morana standing near the front of the group* Uh.

Morana: *sighs, shaking her head. She pulls out her notebook and begins writing in it, showing the finished phrase to Gore* Hello, my name is Morana. No I am not here to kill you or lead you to your death. *she tilts her head, considering, before turning the notebook back towards her and adding more* Or enslave you.

Gore: You- What? I mean, the killing or leading me to my death I would have believed, but where did enslavement come from?

Morana: *points at Yaksha* That one.

Yaksha: Haha. She saved me from a slaver.

Gore: That.. makes more sense. But, if you're not here to kill me, then... *he stares at the group, confused. His gaze finds Taliesin, and his expression falls into a glare* You're here to imprison me. You're with the Thalmor.

Taliesin: What.

Morana: *waving her hands frantically* No, we're not. *turns to Taliesin* I told you to stop wearing those robes!

Taliesin: Well I don't have anything else to wear!

Morana: I just bought you new Vagrant robes!

Taliesin: When???

Morana: Like a week ago! I told you about them!

Gore: What is happening.

Lucien: Ah, Morana can't speak very well, so she uses sign language. Me, Taliesin and Yaksha can understand her, and the others are learning.

Kaidan: *speaking over Taliesin's arguing* Anyways, Taliesin won't imprison you or anything. If he were still a Thalmor Justiciar he wouldn't be alive right now. I'd have made sure of it.

Inigo: Yes, do not worry.

Gore: ... Right. I suppose I'll believe it for now.. Um. *he winces* Can you guys- just get me out of this thing?

Kaidan: Oh shit I forgot about that- Yeah, we'll get you out. Yaksha!

Yaksha: Right here. Please bite down on this while we get your leg free. *hands him a leather strip*

Gore: Thanks..

Morana: *looks over at Gore's muffled yelling* Oh, you got him free.

Xelzaz: *sigh* No thanks to you!

Taliesin: Don't you look away from me, I am still talking to you!

Morana: *shakes her head*

Taliesin: Don't roll your eyes at me!

Morana: I wasn't even looking at you!

Yaksha: *checking for broken bones and applying healing salve to Gore's wound* How does that feel? Better?

Gore: Very much so. Thank you, er..

Yaksha: Yaksha. And that's Kaidan, Lucien, Inigo, Xelzaz, Taliesin, Styx, and Morana.

Gore: Quite a crowd you all have. Cute nightmare dog.

Lucien: Isn't she?

Styx: *barks*

Taliesin: *still rambling* It's not as if it is my fault the Thalmor hunt anyone suspicious! Of course people like Kaidan are going to be targeted if they stand out enough!

Morana: You're really not helping your case here.

Gore: Er, my name's Gore.

Inigo: Gore? That is quite a strange name.

Gore: It's a long story. Any chance we could talk about it back in town?

Lucien: Oh yes- Yes of course! Is he well enough to stand yet, Yaksha?

Yaksha: I am unsure. If need be, I can carry him.

Gore: I don't think that'll be necessary, big guy.

Morana: *still arguing* For claiming to know so much about fashion, you're certainly attached to those ugly robes.

Taliesin: UGLY?! Why you-!

Morana: *perks up, hearing twigs snapping at the bottom of the hill* Wait shut up.

Taliesin: You dare tell me to-?!

Morana: I said shut up!

Inigo: You heard it too?

Morana: *nods* ...

Kaidan: Yaksha, watch the lad.

Gore: Who the hell are you calling a lad-?

Thalmor Soldier: Well the mutt couldn't have gone off far! Spread out and search for him! And be careful, there are hunting traps everywhere.

Inigo: *whispers, sword drawn* We go on your signal, my friend.

Morana: *nods, drawing her dagger and dousing it in poison* Go.

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Morana: *taps Gore's shoulder*

Gore: *sitting by the fire, leg bandaged* Hm? What is it?

Morana: *showing him her notebook* How's your leg?

Gore: Fine. Your healer works wonders.

Morana: Yeah, he's the best we could ask for.

Yaksha: *competing with Inigo to see who can fit the most honey nut treats in their mouths*

Morana: ... Assuming he doesn't choke to death himself.

Gore: Haha! I can see there's no end of excitement with these ones.

Morana: Are you sure you're okay travelling with someone who used to be a Thalmor? I'll understand if you don't want to.

Gore: Hm, well.. It'll take some getting used to. I think I'll survive, though. As long as he doesn't try anything funny.

Morana: You sound like Kaidan.

Gore: Ha!

Taliesin: *walks out of the tent wearing his new Vagrant robes* ...

Morana: Well, how are they?

Taliesin: ... They are. Acceptable. I thought most Vagrant robes had conjuration enchantments though. Are these destruction?

Morana: I enchanted them myself.

Taliesin: ... I suppose I must thank you, then.

Morana: I suppose so.

Gore: I'm really gonna have to learn your sign language so I know what you're saying without that book.

Taliesin: It seems Lucien has taken up the mantle of resident sign language teacher, if you'd like to ask him.

Gore: I'll be sure to do that.

#skyrim #tes #the elder scrolls #modded skyrim #dragonborn #ldb oc #skyrim oc #kaidan skyrim #lucien flavius #inigo skyrim #xelzaz skyrim #taliesin skyrim #skyrim styx #yaksha mod #yaksha skyrim #gore skyrim #skyrim gore #taliesin is not staying in his thalmor robes in my party if i can help it #Morana oc

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Just a little more

ProHero!Bakugou x ProHero!reader

Summary: Bakugou Katsuki always pushed you on to do just a little more, to keep going when you're backed into a corner, even if he isn't around.

Words: 1544

A/n: This has been in my drafts for way too long & honestly, I don't think I can do any better with whatever writing experience i have atm. So it is what it is (・人・) Um, reader has a forcefield (?) quirk. I have no idea how to describe the setting if you can't tell lmao.

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God fucking dammit.

You yelped as you took a hit from the villain currently attacking you, catapulting you into the air. You managed to conjure up a forcefield before the villain managed to land another hit on you.

Fuck. It was just your luck to be assigned to this area, seemingly at the end of the world- further away than the rest of your team. Alone. Because this place was supposed to be a safe zone but nooooo- stupid villain just had to have a hideout here of all places. Had to be the stronger assholes too. There was no way you could intercept them on your own. Goddamit.

You've barely managed to call for backup before your device got smashed. Your day certainly was going wonderfully. Now all you could do was buy time while you did your best to not die.

You shrieked in surprise as you narrowly dodged another blast that would've sent you yeeting. Again. Taking cover, you did your best to catch your breath, panting. Your stamina wasn't bad but you've been stalling for a while now & were getting tired. But you needed to hold on a little more.

Just a little more.

"Katsuuu, I'm tired," you whined childishly. You cheek was smushed against the table as you felt your brain disintegrate from all the equations you've been facing for the past 2 hours.

Beside you, your boyfriend only glanced at your defeated form, his hands steadily typing away on his laptop. He huffed out a laugh with a small smirk on his face.

That riled you up.

"Are you laughing at my demise, you jerk??" You snarled at him, albeit with no venom in your voice, whipping your head off of the table with, to your disdain, the darn assignment sheet stuck to your face.

Well, if he wasn't laughing before, he was definitely laughing now. You could only glare at your boyfriend who burst out cackling like a witch as he watched you rip the paper from your cheek that was heating up from embarassment.

"My last two braincells are on the verge of accepting death with this assignment & you laugh at me. So rude," you huffed childishly. Collecting himself, Bakugou paused his typing to lazily loll his head to the side & look at you.

"Don't do it then."

"Huh?"

"Don't do the assignment."

"I can't do that," you frowned.

"Exactly," the asshole grinned at you so wide his teeth showed. "So, quit bitching about it & get to work, pipsqueak."

You made an indignant sound.

"So mean," you mumbled but picked up your pencil again nontheless to resume your torture.

The two of you continued your work in silence, Bakugou subtly checking on your homework every once in a while, pointing out your mistakes. He was focused on his own work too but under the table, his foot nudged yours every now & then, oddly encouraging you on as you painstakingly went through the problems.

Upon reaching the last two questions, you let out a tired sigh, your boyfriend's ears perking up at the sound. Seemingly done with his essay, he shuts his laptop & scoots over closer to your side to hook his chin over your shoulder, peering down at your notebook filled with your frantic scribbles of the equations that you swore would be the death of you. Bakugou hummed approvingly as his eyes scanned over your work. You felt the rumble of it against your back, the contact easing your tense body slightly.

"How much more?"

"Just a little more."

"Thats right. Just a little more then you can die peacefully."

You whacked him on the head with your textbook with faux offense on your face. You didn't last long though, eventually couldn't help but join his ugly cackles that filled the room.

Speaking of cackles, apparently, not everyone could pull it off in a way that looks as good as boyfriend did. You could barely hold back from rolling your eyes at the villain's annoying laughter that rang through the valley. You wished you could land a hit hard enough to get her to shut the fuck up.

Oh, but only it were that easy.

"FUCK-"

That was all that you could get out before you were flung across the field, taking a direct hit of the villain's quirk, body slamming against a boulder before you sagged onto the ground.

Shit. Everything hurt.

"KATSUKI I CAN'T FEEL MY LEGS OH MY GOD PLEASE-"

"Quit being so dramatic, dumbass," he retorts with an eye roll & a hint of a smirk tugging on his lips.

The two of you were training together, your demon of a boyfriend showing you absolutely no mercy. Throwing you around like a ragdoll.

You glared at the sight your sweaty boyfriend's back, watching the muscles flex as he chugged down some water while you struggled to catch your own breath like a dying fish out of water.

Demon.

Bakugou put the bottle down to stretch those buldging muscles, more sweat dripping down his body.

Sexy demon. Fuck him.

Bakugou's head turning at the thud of your body plopping down on the training mat, your limbs spread out like a starfish with one arm dramatically thrown over your face. Shaking his head at your antics, he sauntered over to squat by your head.

"We don't both need to be ridiculously big, strong & sexy in this relationship, y'know," you spoke as though you felt his presence by you while still maintaining your oh-woe-is-me dying pose. "I'm happy to be the potato to my greek god of a boyfriend who can protect me forever."

Bakugou snorted at that.

"Get up, loser. Just a little more then we'll go get that ice cream you can't stop yapping about," he said with amusement laced in his gruff voice, nudging your side gently.

Slowly, you moved your arm to look up at him curiously, considering the bribe he offered. "Really? No take backs?"

"No take backs," he promised. "Now, come on. Get up."

Get up.

Bakugou's voice rang in your ear, so clearly you could almost see his vermillion eyes you love so much urging you on. The sound of approaching footsteps barely registering on the back of your mind.

It hurts, you tried to reason with those eyes. It hurts, Katsu. But he did not waver. Bakugou never wavered.

I know.

But just a little more.

Get up.

Mustering whatever strength you had left, you managed to push your body off of the ground just in time to dodge a blast of the villain quirk in your direction. Generating a forcefield for the next blast that came thundering your way before your body plopped onto the ground once again.

You couldn't run anymore. You barely had any energy left to keep your barrier up but that was all you could do now. You felt your hero outfit stick to your skin, soaking in blood from your wounds.

God. It hurts.

Little whimpers managed to escape your lips despite you clamping them shut.

"Hurts, baby?" Your boyfriend asked from where he kneeled between your legs as you sat on the toilet to clean your wounds. His vermillion eyes staring up at your face scrunched up in pain hands balled into fists at your side.

Any other day, you'd grace him with a deadpan expression as a silent 'are you seriously asking me this right now??' or a sarcastic remark that would earn you a harsh flick on the forehead, making you squeal out in pain. Apparently, he only agrees with 'ask stupid questions, get stupid answers' when he's not the one asking. Asshole.

But with your current predicament, you could only nod your head as your big wet eyes meet his.

"How'd such a crybaby like you even made it into the hero course, hm?" He asked lightheartedly, no venom in his voice. His hands reached out to yours, fisted so tight your nails were digging into your palm from the pain. Gently, he pried open your death grip, calloused thumbs massaging the indents you left in your skin, pressing soft kisses to the inside of your palm, feeling you tense body slowly relax under his touch.

"It hurts bad, Katsu," you sniffed.

"I know, baby," he replied, the low timbre of his voice steady & soothing you. He moved you hands into his hair where your hands instinctively moved on their own. You always loved how soft his hair felt between your fingers despite its prickly porcupine appearance. It was a gesture of comfort for the both of you.

"You can hold on to me, yeah? Just a little more then we're done."

Thats right.

Just a little more.

Just a little more then you're done. Help will come. He will come. A little more & you'll get to see those pretty red eyes again. Hear his voice again. God you missed him.

A little more & you'll be back in your apartment with your boyfriend. He'll patch you up & cook you that ridiculously amazing curry he wouldn't share the recipe of & let you hide away in his chest as he holds you in bed to keep the nightmares away.

You can go back home. Home to him. God, you wanted to go home so badly.

You just needed to hold on a little more.

Just a little more.

Then you heard your forcefield crack.

#oliwrites #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou fluff #mha bakugou #bakugou katuski x reader

[anykindofbean]

I just adore you...

Bon Clay x Reader: I just adore you…

Angst. Angst. Angst. Angst. A-

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Unrequited feelings, Mentions of death

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You watched in admiration as Bon clay spun around, Inspiring his crew. He was so full of passion, enthusiasm, and love for who he is and his crew. You've admired him for so long, it was quite hard not to..

You joined baroque works about two years ago and had been paired with the flamboyant man not to long after. You two have become quite close in the two short years. So close, you have grown to love the man...

There was just one problem with that...

He didn't love you...

He made it quite clear that he didn't and would never love you back...

Of course he let you down easy, He was kind like that...Being as gentle as possible so he didn't hurt your feelings too bad.

But that didn't stop it from hurting.

You loved him. He didn't love you...

Quite the love story you always thought you would have...right?

Bon clay turned to you. " (Y/n)? My dear, did you space out again?" He chuckled at you, Resting his hands on his hips. You looked up at him, blinking into reality. " Oh..yeah. I guess i did." You smiled nervously.

Bon's head tilted to the right. " What is on that brain of yours, hm?" He smiled, curiously. That darn smile...

Your breathed hitched. 'You' You wanted to answer, but that would spark another conversation you didn't want to hear, and he wouldn't want to give.

So, you lie. " Just..Stuff you would find boring."

Your words seem to offend him. " 'Boring'? Darling, that brain of yours is anything but boring. Tell me, what is it?" He leans closer to you, making you feel warm. He always seems to mange to make you flustered like this...One of the many features of Bon clay you've grown to adore.

" Um..." You are at a loss for words. You try to think of anything other than him, but he was not making it easy for you. " Uh...the weather?" You sounded unsure.

Bon raised an eyebrow at you. " The weather?" He obviously did not believe you. You knew he didn't, but you had to go along with it now. " Yep, its...a nice day."

Bon looked up at the sky. " I suppose it is...But do you want to tell me what you were really thinking of, Darling?"

You sigh, knowing he wasn't going to drop this. " Fine...I was thinking of..." You trail off, making eye contact with him. He kept his hands on his hips, staring at you with deep interest. Gosh, if only he would stop looking at you like that, then maybe you would be able to get the sentence out.

" Yes?" He encouraged you to go on. You sigh once more. " I was thinking about..how much I adore you, Bon Clay."

It then fell silent between you two. He looked taken aback. You shut your eyes and turn away. " I know what you're going to say..and you don't have to Bentham."

Bon Clay you a empathetic look. " (Y/n) I..I'm sorry-"

" No no..don't be, please." You interrupted him. " I understand that you won't return my feelings, and i respect that. I'm not ever going to try to change your mind, cause i know you are a free person. You're free to do whatever you want and feel whatever you feel." You give him a small smile, trying to hold back your tears.

Bon just looked away from you, for once he is speechless.

You let out a shaky breath, keeping it together, or at least trying to. "I do just want to say one thing, Bon.."

Bon clay looked back at you, Awaiting your words.

You gave him a bigger smile, as one single tear ran down your face.

" If all I ever am to you is your partner in crime, I couldn't ask for a better thing in the world than that."

Bon stared at you for a moment, before smiling as well. " Thank you (Y/n). Then we will be partners in crime til' death do us part?"

You nod. " 'Til death do us part..."

#fanfiction #x reader #one piece x reader #one piece #one piece bon clay #one piece x y/n #one piece bentham #mr. 2 bon clay #bon clay x reader #bon clay #Mr. 2 bon clay x reader #Bon clay one piece

[allwaswell16]

Hi! I might have a weird rec request? Is there any larry fic in which Harry or Louis fake dates someone else to end up together? On the idea of “not even the gods above” (lovely fic)? Thanks!!

Hi, anon! I honestly didn't think there would be as many of these as there are so I was just going to find what I could, but then I ended up with ten of them. Whoops! (Also, I looked at all the fics with titles of Not Even the Gods Above and I couldn't find one where there's fake dating? So now I'm super curious which fic you mean...) Happy reading!

-Fake Dating Someone Else Fics-

When The Stars Come Out by BriaMaria / @briannamarguerite

Louis was about to reassure Harry further when Gemma bounded back over to him, slipping a hand around Louis' waist. Harry’s eyes followed the movement. And then that lip gnaw again. Christ. How was he supposed to survive this weekend?

He turned his attention to Gemma as her palm came to rest right above his heart. Laying it on a bit thick, dear. Or at least that’s what he hoped he’d conveyed with the simple tilt of an eyebrow.

In response, she went up on tiptoes and laid a noisy kiss on the hollow beneath his cheekbone. Louis didn’t take his eyes off Harry, who watched the scene play out with a blank expression. Once Gemma dropped back to the ground, Harry shifted away from them, his gaze dropping to his feet.

[Or the one where Louis pretends to be Gemma's boyfriend for her horrid cousin's wedding but fate is a nasty jerk and throws Harry in his way.]

Back From The Edge by sincewewereeighteen

“Guess my eyes are very blue.” “They are.” Harry agrees easily. “You’ve got beautiful eyes.” “You’re drunker than you think.” Louis snorts. “Why’s that?” “We’ve just met and you said I have beautiful eyes. Only people who are in love say that.” He points. “Maybe I am in love with you.” Harry points back, feeling very smart. Yep. Maybe he is drunker than he thought.

Or: the one in which Harry is a closeted actor who needs to do a PR stunt during his break, only he wasn't counting on falling for his beard's best friend. It gets messy.

Take Me Back to Where We Started by amory

Harry and Louis haven't spoken since they broke up four years ago. As boarding school sweethearts they once spent every waking moment together, but now they can hardly stand to be in the same room. When their five year class reunion comes around, both boys decide against their better judgement to return and (hopefully) have a good time.

The only problem is, they're both still hopelessly in love.

Starring Harry as the petty ex, Louis as the new James Bond, Niall as a boy genius and fake boyfriend extraordinaire, and Liam and Zayn as two friends just trying to make it out of this weekend alive.

Let Our Hearts Collide by crinkle-eyed-boo  / @crinkle-eyed-boo

“Liam is in a coma.” “Yeah, we can see that,” the father says, throwing his hands in the air. “God, this is the most depressing Christmas ever,” the blonde sister mutters. “His vital signs are strong,” Dr. Higgins assures them. “Brain waves are good–” “Brain waves?” the mother wails, taking Liam’s hand in hers. “Oh my God!” “How did this happen?” the father demands. “Um, he was pushed from the platform at the subway station,” Harry pipes up. The entire family turns to look at him, confused. Harry shrinks back, wishing he could have just kept his big mouth shut. “Who’s this?” the father asks, pointing at him. “Um, I’m Harry–” he starts. “He’s Liam’s fiancé!” Jade adds helpfully from where she stands by the door. Every jaw in the room drops, including Harry’s. Oh, shit. Shit shit shit. What?

When Harry, a lonely transit worker, saves the life of the handsome commuter he's been secretly pining for, an innocent mistake results in Liam Payne's family believing that Harry is engaged to their son. In the Paynes, Harry finds the big family he's always longed for...and a love he never saw coming.

A While You Were Sleeping AU

All Hearts Come Home For Christmas by PinkSeelie 

“Gemma, who the fuck is that?” Louis hisses as he watches her wave back with a big smile.

Her brows furrow for a second as she looks at Louis. “What? That’s my brother, you dork. Told you he’d pick us up, didn’t I?”

Well fuck. Apparently, Mr. Handsome over there is Gemma’s brother. And Louis is spending a week with him. Pretending to be his sister’s boyfriend. Shit.

(Basically: Gemma brings ‘her boyfriend’, Louis, home for Christmas and her brother is really hot.)

Harry, Did You Know (that your baby boy, is married to his best friend?) by tempolarriefics / @tempolarriefix

10 years ago, Louis and Zayn made a pact that if they weren't married by 30, they'd marry each other. So they do, as best mates do. Enter Harry Styles, who's new to town. He and Louis are immediately drawn to one another. Louis doesn't tell Harry about Zayn, because they're just friends (who are married.) Harry finds out on Christmas Day, Louis/Zayn's "anniversary".

aka a marriage pact AU with a twist

Feeling Hazy (In the Ballroom of my Mind) by dimpled_halo / @comebackassholes

The doors to the ballroom open and violin music fills Harry’s ears, his skin prickling as he tightens his hold on Liam’s arm. All eyes fall on him as he makes his grand entrance next to Lord Payne, Earl of Wolverhampton. According to the media, they’re the couple of the century, but little do they know they’re not really dating. Harry tugs on his collar, the tightness around his neck almost too much. He’ll never get used to being Prince of Cheshire. Not only are wearing his royal garments a pain in the arse, he also hates all of the attention it garners.

There’s only one person’s attention Harry really wants.

Being of the Jealous Kind by zita17 / @louisandtheaquarian

A-list actor Louis Tomlinson and his partner fashion photographer Harry Styles weather the storm that is Louis’ fake relationship with his costar in the lead up to this year’s Academy Awards.

Featuring a fluffy teenage meet-cute, an angsty wine drunk Harry melting down over pap pics, Louis habitually overusing the word “baby,” and cameos by a vintage Umbro sweatshirt, the peace ring, and one hell of a Larry hug.

Or the justice for To Be So Lonely fic. Based on the lyrics to TBSL and a prompt where “Louis has to fake date some celebrity, while his boyfriend Harry sits at home.”

candle wax and polaroids by orphan_account

"I could think of much worse ways, Harry. I look forward to meeting you when you aren't half naked," Louis teased, and Harry swore Louis glanced down at his bare chest.

Harry blushed, watching Louis shut the bathroom door behind him.

And that's how he met his sister's boyfriend.

or, gemma brings her "boyfriend," louis, home for thanksgiving.

Just To See That Smile by homosociallyyours / @homosociallyyours

It's Coming Out Week at university, and Harry's taken on a lot of responsibilities to make everything run smoothly. Finding his roommate's boyfriend attractive is making that a bit difficult, unfortunately. It might help if he realized that said boyfriend (Louis) is really just there to help said roommate (Liam) figure out if Liam's crush (Zayn) likes him back.

But that would make things too easy.

A fic where a hastily faked relationship and a lot of miscommunication almost ruins a perfectly good dance.

#ficrec #fakedating #fake dating someone else #ask #anon #ficask

[livelaughwhump]

Hi! I just started to read your series and i was checking out the drabbles, and I just loved them sm. If you want an idea, I was thinking on one during Elliot's captivity? Like, one day Christopher was out doing smth, and Elliot had a peaceful day, idk, just cleaning the house? I also though in another thing, one while Elliot was 18~20 years old. The time Christopher was harrassing him. Idk, these are just some ideas I just had, and if you feel like writing it, you can save for doing later, maybe? I just love your series ❤

Masterlist

Of course! Thanks so much for all the love you've given my series!! Sorry this took so long, I couldn't decide which suggestion I wanted to go with, but thanks to a poll, I decided to go with the first one. I hope you enjoy!😊

Content: muzzle, slavery, starvation, dehumanization, degradation, pet whump, it/its pronouns used for whumpee, self-hatred, self-deprecation

If I forgot any content warnings, please let me know

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"I want this whole house spotless by the time I get back in three hours," Master ordered as he slipped his arms into the sleeves of his thick coat.

Pet's eyes widened. Master's house wasn't particularly big, but three hours wasn't nearly enough time, especially given Pet's emaciated state. "But, Master, that's-" A sharp smack cut off the rest of Pet's sentence. Then, a hand grasped its bony chin, and Pet yelped.

Pet strained its neck in order to look up at Master from its kneeling position on the ground. Tears welled in its eyes as Master ghosted his thumb over its quivering lip. "I'm sorry, I must have misheard you. Are you talking back to me, mutt?"

Pet choked back its sobs. "N-No, Master."

Master's grip tightened on its chin. "Then, what were you saying?"

Pet whimpered and squeezed its eyes shut. "I-I would be h-happy to clean the house for you, Master."

Master smiled and released his grip on Pet's chin, only to gently cup its face and scratch behind its ear. "That's my good boy. So obedient."

Pet lowered its head to hide the tears in its eyes. "Yes, Master," it mumbled.

Master began to card his fingers through his pet's hair just before he planted a soft kiss to its forehead. "Good boy. I'll be back very soon." Master used two fingers to tilt his pet's head up. "This house better be sparkling when I return. Otherwise, I'll have to punish you, and neither of us wants that, do we?"

Pet swallowed the lump in its throat. "N-No, Master."

Master smirked. "Good. I suppose I'll be going, then," he said as he stood to his feet and adjusted his coat.

Pet's stomach grumbled loudly. It hadn't eaten in days, and it knew it wouldn't be able to clean the house in time while it was starving. Pet looked up at its Master just as he was about to walk out the door. It knew this was a risk, but it had to try. "Master?"

Master paused with his hand on the doorknob and turned back to look his pet. "Yes, pet?"

Anxiety burned Pet's throat, but it swallowed it down. "Um...before you go, I-I was wondering if I could...ask you something?"

Master's expression darkened slightly, and Pet instantly regretted opening its mouth. "And what might that be, pet?"

Pet lowered its gaze to its lap again, shaking. "W-Well, I-I haven't eaten for a few days, and-and I'm afraid it'll affect my-my service to you." It swallowed the fear burning in its throat and kept its gaze trained on the chains clamped around its slim wrists. "S-So, I-I was wondering if-if I could possibly...have something to eat?" Pet risked a glance up at Master and immediately wished it hadn't.

Master's expression was terrifyingly calm, but Pet could see the anger seething behind his eyes. Pet yelped.

"Are you accusing me of not feeding you enough, mutt?"

Pet flinched. "N-No, Master. I-I would never-"

Smack

Pet was sent sprawling across the floor, its cheek burning where Master had slapped it. The tears it had been struggling to hide suddenly slipped free and a particularly loud sob escaped its throat.

Master grabbed a fistful of Pet's hair and dragged it back onto its knees. "Look at me, you ugly mutt." Pet did as it was told, staring at Master through watery eyes. "Listen to me very carefully. I feed you as much as you deserve. I am fully aware that you haven't eaten in a few days, but I expect this house to be spotless, regardless of that fact. Do you understand?"

Pet wished it could nod its head, but Master's iron grip on its hair prevented it from doing so. "Y-Yes, Master."

"Good. Now, remind me of what you are, bitch."

Pet sniffled. "Y-Your pet, Master."

Master jerked its head by its hair and Pet yelped. "Yes, but that's not the answer I'm looking for. What are you?"

"U-Um...y-your dog, Master?"

That answer earned it a slap across the face. "Also true, but once again, not the answer I'm looking for. I'll give you one more chance, mutt. What. Are. You?"

Pet could only think of one other possible answer.

Another loud sob escaped Pet's throat. "Your-Your slave, Master."

Master released his grip on Pet's long, greasy hair, and Pet collapsed onto its hands and knees, crying. "Very good, mutt. You're my slave, and do slaves have wants?"

Pet shook its head. "No, Master."

Master grimaced at his pet's pathetic state, disgust washing across his face. "Good. Surely, even a stupid mutt like you can remember that much."

Pet sniffled and watched as it's tears dripped onto the wooden floor. "Yes, Master."

Master considered his pet for a moment before turning and bypassing the door. Pet watched as its Master stood before the table beside the door and fiddled with the lock on the drawer.

Pet's stomach dropped. "Master-"

"Quiet!" Master commanded. Pet flinched and snapped its mouth shut. It knew what was coming. When Master turned around, he was holding a familiar contraption that made Pet's throat close and stole the breath from its lungs.

It was a muzzle.

Pet's lower lip started wobbling as it eyed the torturous device. It wasn't one of the comfortable ones either, the padded ones that simply strapped to Pet's face. It was made of exposed metal with a leather bit, complete with a painful tongue clamp.

Pet's whole body was trembling as Master approached it with the muzzle. "M-Master, please-"

"Enough!" Master shouted. Pet flinched again. "I am so sick of hearing your whiny little voice, mutt. If I can't even trust you not to speak without permission, how am I supposed to trust you not to take food or something?"

Pet wanted to beg and assure Master that it would never take food without permission, but it had already dug itself a deep enough hole. The last thing it wanted to do was make it worse.

Heavy tears trickled down Pet's face as Master knelt down in front of it. "Now, hold still and open up, mutt."

Master was hardly gentle with his pet, but he was even less so when he was frustrated. He wrestled the metal contraption onto the lower half of his pet's face, tightening to leather straps so much that the sharp metal started to cut into Pet's wet cheeks. The bit that was shoved into Pet's mouth was nearly too big and the clamp around its tongue was painful. Drool pooled in Pet's mouth, but the muzzle prevented it from swallowing.

"There," Master said once he secured the muzzle's padlock. "Much better."

Pet stared at its Master with tear-filled, pleading eyes.

"Don't look at me like that, mutt." Master sharply tugged on one of the straps holding the muzzle in place. Pet yelped as its head was yanked backwards. "You brought this on yourself."

A pathetic, broken sob forced its way out of Pet's throat.

"Now, get to work, slave," Master said as he pulled open the front door. A burst of icy air surrounded Pet's nearly-naked body and Pet shivered. "If you made me late to my appointment, hunger will be the least of your worries." With that, Master slammed the door shut, leaving his silenced pet kneeling in the foyer.

Pet knew it didn't have time to waste, but that didn't stop it from taking a few minutes by itself to just cry. It knew it shouldn't feel sorry for itself, but it couldn't help it. It was so tired and lonely and hungry, but Pet knew better than to ask for things. Master was right. It brought this on itself.

Pet wiped away its remaining tears and pushed itself off of the floor. It tried to adjust the muzzle in order to make it slightly more comfortable, but to no avail, and then it plodded over to the supply closet to start cleaning.

. . .

Pet was exhausted. It had only been forty-five minutes since it had started cleaning and it already didn't know if it could go much longer. Its knees were quivering, its hands were shaking, and the uncomfortable muzzle strapped to its face was too distracting.

Knowing that it was moments away from collapsing, Pet rested itself on the dusty living room floor, giving itself a break. Pet sighed heavily through its nose, struggling to catch its breath. It was so tired and the muzzle was so uncomfortable. Pet dropped the washcloth it was holding and tried to readjust the muzzle again.

"Mmph," Pet groaned as it tried to loosen the straps ever-so-slightly. "Ngh mmf." The clamp around its tongue was far too tight, and it feared that it was losing circulation. The bit attached to the muzzle stuffed Pet's whole mouth full. The muzzle's jagged metal edges carved into Pet's soft cheeks.

Pet wanted to cry.

It couldn't do this. It wanted so badly to be good, but it just couldn't. It was so tired and so hungry. It just wanted to curl up in one of the warm patches of sunlight on the floor and sleep, like a real dog.

Sometimes it wondered how Master would treat it if it was a real dog. Would he let it go outside? Would he feed it regularly? Would he cuddle it and pet it? Would he trust it enough to leave it alone without a muzzle?

If Pet was a real dog, would Master love it?

Pondering these impossible questions, Pet sniffed and picked up the discarded washcloth off the floor. As burning tears trickled down its face, it crawled across the floor and continued to clean.

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I know you asked for Elliot to have a peaceful day, but in my defense, peace was a luxury Elliot was never really privy to

I hope you enjoyed this! I had a lot of fun writing it, and I couldn't resist including some muzzle content😈

If anyone else has any drabble requests, suggestions, or questions for me or my characters, please send them to me!

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[pyr0manias]

BRIM ANGST!!!!!!!

(Badly written edition)

"..What do you mean?"

Brian's tone nearly broke Tim, the shakiness of it practically tearing out his heart. He couldn't even look at his face. If he tried he knew he'd be weak, he'd change his mind.. he can't even handle the thought of Brian's pretty face, a shaking lip and teary eyes at Tim's request.

"I just.. I think we need a break. It's not exactly working out." Tim choked out, staring directly at the floor.

"You wanna break up..?"

"No, no, not break up just-.. a break.. give eachother some space."

"But.. did I.. did I do something wrong?" Brian whimpered, tears threatening to spill as Tim avoided his eyes. Tim knew he didn't understand, knew what he was thinking. 'Was he not enough? Did Tim want someone else?' Of course he didn't, Brian was perfect. But as Tim's symptoms got worse, he knew distance was for the best until it got better again.

"You did nothing wrong, Bri..." Tim sighed, wincing at the sound of Brian's sniffles. No doubt he was crying now. "I just.. need some time."

After a long moment, Brian slowly nodded, holding in a hiccup as he stood.

"I understand." He whispered, wrapping his arms around himself. Where was he gonna go? He didn't have anyone to stay with, he lives with Tim right now.. he's a poor college kid, he can't afford an entire new house.

"..I'm gonna go for a walk."

Tim didn't get to answer before Brian left, now wandering the sidewalks as he let himself cry. Tim left him. All this time spent together, sharing, loving.. and he left. Brian told him about everything, about his fears, about his past, and Tim promised. He promised they'd be together, he promised he loved Brian, but he lied. He is a liar. He made a promise he never intended to keep, and now Brian has to deal with the consequences of his own foolish trust.

Tim wasn't doing much better, his head in his hands as he barely kept himself together. He was pacing now, unsure of how to progress. He doesn't want to kick Brian out, but what if that demon starts targeting him, too? Maybe someone else will let Brian stay with them, keep him away until things are better.

Tim eyed his phone and took a deep breath. He picked it up and slowly dialed a number, biting his lip nervously. The only person he could really ask this of.

"I swear to god if you're gonna tell me you're not coming in next week I'll kill you." Alex's gruff voice answered immediately once he picked up. "Jay already might not make it, I can't have you dipping out too-"

"I need you to do me a favor."

". . .What."

Tim took a deep breath before continuing.

"Brian and I are taking a break. Do you mind letting him stay with you until it's over?"

There was silence from Alex for a minute before he answered, even angrier than before.

"What did you do?"

Tim couldn't help the chuckle that left him at the accusation. Of course, everyone expected that Brian would be the one to leave Tim. He's way out of his league, it's a miracle he agreed to date Tim in the first place.

"Nothing. I was the one who asked for it."

"...."

"...."

"...What... what did -he- do?"

That didn't even sound right to either of them.

"Nothing.. I just.. need space. He'll come over with his stuff soon, if you can have him over."

"Yeah, yeah I can.. I can have him over." Alex's voice was far quieter now.

When Brian returned home, there was a box waiting for him. All packed. Brian broke down immediately at the sight of it- where is he supposed to go? Tim really is kicking him out.

"..You're back."

Speaking of who...

Brian didn't turn to face him, just kept crying.

"Look, um.. I asked Alex if you could stay with him for a bit.. he said yes.. I just don't think we should live together while we.. sort stuff out. It's not that I don't want you here, it's just--"

Tim didn't get to finish before Brian left, bringing the box with him. He sighed, staring longingly out the open door for a minute before slowly reaching out to shut it, closing his eyes. His head was aching.

"..Sorry, baby." He whispered, opening his eyes after a minute. Slowly, Tim retreated upstairs and shut the door behind him as he began to cough, curling up in bed and holding tight onto the sweater he'd taken from Brian's side of the closet, which was now half-empty.

#marble hornets #brian x tim #tim wright #yandere masky #yandere creepypasta #brilex #brian x alex #angst #i have no plan for this story i just had a headache and needed to write !!