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“Reader died in every other universe,” “reader doesn’t exist in any other universe,” I RAISE YOU;

Reader only doesn’t exist in the mainstream universe

reader exists in every universe and is vastly different in each one

Reader exists in each universe and is the exact same (my personal fave)

I like the one where there are more of reader the exact same because that would be so interesting, like imagine you and your alternates dress the exact same, so when each alternate mark comes to get you… THEY ALL HAVE NO CLUE. in fact imagining the marks trying to figure it out would be HILARIOUS.

Mainstream!reader (whispering): “so who’s your mark?”

Nogoggles!reader (whispering back): “No goggles mark!”

All the marks are standing in front of the crowd of readers trying to guess which ones their’s, all of them are increasingly getting more panicked

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Car sex / cuddles / kissing with cove is awkward and funny and you can’t tell me otherwise, he’s a tall man so the space is cramped and so he’s constantly banging his head against the roof of the car, or on the car door, honestly whatever position he is in he’s hitting his head, he can barely move and he’s turned bright red out of embarrassment because of just the sheer amount of times he’s hit his head so far.

“Don’t laugh.” He mumbles trying to keep a straight face himself, as he holds a hand to his head where he hit himself for the 4th time

You press your lips tight together, trying not to laugh as you speak, “I’d never dream of it.”

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Could you write slashers with a s/o who’s an artist? You can do with all/any you want but I would specifically like maybe the Sinclairs, Billy Lenz, Brahms and maybe Pinhead?

Slashers x Artist Reader + Pinhead

Micheal Myers:

•Pretends not to care, but he's an artist at heart

•If you sculpt or blind things he will insist on watching you over your shoulders

•Will steal supplies for you whether you ask or not

•if you Draw or paint, it's going on the fridge or wall

•He truly admires your work

Billy loomis & Stu macher:

•Billy and Stu really just lets you do your thing

•Stu suggest glitter no matter the work or meaning

•Billy Suggests You make a lot of gore pieces

•Both of them will go the extra mile to kill models for you, so you have a subject

•Both Jokingly propose to model nude for you

Thomas Hewitt:

•Loves it when you proudly show him your art

•if you draw/paint on paper, He'll build custom frames So he can hang it up

•If you paint on a canvas, He'll make you canvases so you can make more art

•If you sculpt/Make pottery He'll make a display case for your work

•He's very proudly flaunts it to the family

Bubba Sawyer:

•Shows you his Bone art

•Wants to make art with you

•No matter what you do, He wants to join

•Will be as happy as can be if you make crafts with him or use his supply of bones in your art

Bo Sinclair:

•His Brain immediately connects you to Vincent

•He subconsciously starts treating you like his brother, no matter your relationship with him

•When he goes to other town he grabs you and his brother some supplies

•kinda just plops you down with Vincent and expects you to to get along, especially if you sculpt

•That's about as nice as he can get

Vincent Sinclair:

•He's excited to have somebody who understands

•Will silently sit next to you well both of you work on your craft

•Feels oddly comforting to him

•His family has always been connected by art, even though they're not great people. So having you make art with him solidifies your position as family to him

•shows you his technique with wax working, and wants to teach you how to sculpt with wax

Lester Sinclair:

•pt. 3 of familial bond

•because he didn't receive much attention as a kid, He desperately tried to be an artist to gain favor of his mother

•It didn't click with him the way it clicked with Vincent so he was shoved aside for “real artists”

•If you sit down and make art with him, he will cry

•constantly seeking your validation and praise

•holds your art very dear

Billy Lenz:

•Yet another creature looking over your shoulder

•He's fascinated by your ability to create

•You have hands And he has hands, yet your creations are always different than his

•He's a little jealous

•demands you teach him how to be better

•If you already don't know he'll show you how to crochet in return

Brahms Heelshire:

•In All his time locked away He has had plenty to make art

•He focus on the more classical sides of painting and traditional drawing

•He makes stunning portraits, So if you have a different art style it confuses him

•He's lived his life very sheltered so at first he might not even consider it art

•He later learns how much time and care you put into these works and starts to appreciate your dedication

•He also steals some of them to put up in his room

Hannibal Lecter:

•Very excited

•Starts showing off his own private art collection

•Takes it upon himself to teach you “proper technique”

•Gives you random history lessons on your choice of art form

•buys you very expensive supplies

Will Graham:

•Okay dude

•Doesn’t really care

•Just happy that you're happy

•Secretly admires your work when you are away

•Always make sure your work is safe and undamaged

The Lost Boys:

•Marko is immediately grinning ear to ear

•David pretends not to care

•Dwayne silently watches you

•Paul is all up in your personal space while you work

•No matter what you make or how proud of it you are, It's going in the horde pile with all their other treasures

•Paul and Marko asking you to draw them all the time

•If you do it's being hung up on the wall

Pinhead:

•Another artist in his own way

•He prefers body modification and rigging as his art form

•Will creepy watch you work from a distance

•He’ll give you polite criticism from time to time

•Seeing you so focused and dedicated makes him think of all the other past artists he's met

•Decides fairly quickly that you are his favorite

Thanks for reading <3

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"Wait...you've been kissing the same spot!"

"You know very well why I am doing this dear"

It just started with a small information which you learned from some of your friends. They were bragging about how the moles and birthmarks in your body represent the places your past lover kissed you.

A harmless one right? you told it to your boyfriend and let's say he was feeling quite a mix of emotions then.

"I would like to see the places where you have those, you don't mind it, do you, my dear ?" Although his tone was gentle, his eyes were speaking a different tale. The emphasis on the word 'my dear' sent chills down your spine.

Not even a minute had passed from you showing him the moles and marks around your body, that he tackles them with ferverent yet soft kisses. As if he was trying to replace your past lovers trace with only his ...

"It is good to see that you had a past lover who clearly loved you a lot..." he looked at you through half lidded eyes

with a particularly rough kiss on the birthmark on your chest , he whispered

"But I'd rather you don't mention them again"

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COMN FANFIC WRITERS !!

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My grandma just died soo I’ve been hitting a low peak. So here’s more angst but with comfort.

NOTE! Reader is just referred to as ‘you’ and the person comforting you is just called ‘them’ can be read platonic or romantic comforting.

Tw loss of a loved one and grief.

The sensation of loss is deep and cutting like a dull blade, especially when no one is around to comfort you. So having at least ONE person notice and make an effort to comfort you even if you don’t know them is sweet.

So imagine, you’re taking a walk outside to slow your tears, or perhaps you just need a change of scenery from just crying inside your home, and you decide to stroll in a park. The park is empty which makes you feel somewhat better as you don’t want strangers to see you bawling your eyes out like this. You sit on a bench overlooking the lake, the moon’s light reflecting onto it making you feel comforted. Perhaps your own tears will somehow join the lake’s waters, or maybe your tears will help grow new plants. Maybe then your tears would be useful, as there’s no point in crying over something that’s already gone right?

As you stare at the moon through your chocked sobs, suddenly you notice them. They’re sitting next to you, you’re honestly not sure when they got there but all you know is you suddenly feel embarrassed as you quickly try to wipe your never ending tears.

“Hey. It’s okay.” They give you a soft smile when you finally look at them, not making a move to touch you they instead open their arms.

Without words needed you let them embrace you as you hug them back, and just cry. They gently rub your back comfortingly.

“You’re going to be okay.”

“It’s okay to cry.”

“I won’t leave you don’t worry.”

“It’s all going to be okay.”

They repeat comforting phrases until finally your tears slow and you feel less like you’re having waves of grief crash over you, and just standing in the shallow end of it instead.

“Let’s go home okay?” They say as they finally release you from the hug and instead holding out their hand for you to hold.

“Yeah. Let’s go home.” You say softly.

Insert whoever you want.

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WHOEVER ADDED HOW BAD CAN I BE ON A SMUT PLAYLIST IS GOING TO H E DOUBLE HOCKEY STICKS. 😭😭

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Yandere!Evon Malk x has common fucking sense, works by running the goggle Twimmer account, leftist!Reader

DO NOT SUE ME PLEASE. THIS IS SATIRE AND JUST FOR FUN…. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEA—

TW! KIDNAPPING, REFERENCED STALKING, BILLIONARES, IMPLIED FUTURE FORCED MARRIAGE??

You’ve been working for goggle for awhile. You’re okay at your job. You’re mostly customer support, which means you get screaming adults accusing you of stealing their wifi. However today you have been promoted to the job at goggle everyone envies. Running the Twimmer account for goggle. It pays really well. Which is good, you aimed for a high paying job to help homeless people in your spare time. You often provide for your community with a community garden, a daycare you run on the weekends with some of your favourite leftist tambourinlr users, and more. You’re just a hardworking, kind, person. Well. Usually…. you see you just found out that Twimmer is now owned by Evon malk. And you fucking hate billionaires, especially Evon Malk, because he’s a dumbass. You’ve already made several billionaires and companies lives more difficult (including goggle.) by egging their houses… So, you made a goal. You shall tweet bad things about Evon Malk. Using the goggle Twimmer account.

Day 1.

The first twimt and the twimt you would come to regret:

“Good morning Twimmer Users!” You start off light, calling Twimmer its true name and not whatever bogus Evon renamed it. Just Little pokes you know?

Day 18.

“Why does Twimmer look like an adult rated site…?” Good, you’re getting the hang of it. Really making fun of Twimmer was easy as shit so you didn’t have to do much.

Day 50.

“ @.Evon Malk is #BLOCKED by goggle!” That’s when you hit them, the big one for your 50th twimt. Of course everyone who was a billionaire D-rider was pissed however mainly everyone thought it was funny. After all of that, You decide to go out for drinks with your friends after successfully making fun of him for a whole 50 days. Little did you know… this action would have consequences…

As you were walking home from the bar suddenly BAM! you get hit over the head with a metal pipe and you crash out. The next thing you know you’re tied up on a chair in a dark room, you’re scared, rightfully so. You can’t see anything, other than the small crack of light from underneath the door… Suddenly the door opens, a stream of light blinding you, you scream but of course you have a mouth gag on…. then he enters…

EVON MALK?

You were flabbergasted.

“My love…” Evon Malk said as he quickly rushed to your chair and hugs your legs stuck on the chair. You were extremely confused… Evon Malk? Calling YOU his LOVE? He must’ve gone mad. “I saw those twimts about me… Ive always been in love with you but when you twimted about me I knew our love was mutual…” He caressed your face lovingly and you felt extremely confused, more confused than you were already. He undid your gag, you had no doubt there was no one who would come help you if you screamed. “What… how do you know me?” You whimper, you’re so close to tears and fucking biting off his nose but you don’t. “My mom picked you out when I was 10 from a large data base containing a list of potential brides. Of course I was originally going to rizz you up the normal way. However you already knew me. You already loved me. Honestly all that stalking was useless now but seriously I’m just glad our love was mutual.” He said kissing your cheek. You gag from the kiss. He gives you a foul look and puts back on your gag that you originally had on. “I’m going to pretend you’re just sick okay love?” He said smiling at you before he grabbed your chair and carried you out of the room and into his regular house.

You were so confused.

All you knew was that you probably wouldn’t be home anytime soon.

And you were right. The next thing you know you’re strapped to an alter being forced to marry Evon. But that’s for another story….

Part 2? Maybe at like 5k notes or when I get motivation LMFAO..

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ANGST WARNING AGAIN

CAUSE UMMM I was listening to drywall by Paris Paloma and thinking about my last relationship..

TW/ for slightly implied verbal abuse and toxic relationships and breakups

I feel like one of the worst types of men are the ones who don’t talk through their problems and instead use all their problems as fuel for rage. Even if they don’t mean too, but it gets too much.

You stare at him, there’s that rage again, where he either shuts down or explodes. Never hurting you psychically or risking your safety just taking it out on those who aren’t you. He may say something upsetting to you but that’s about it.

Sometimes he just does this. But it’s getting tiring. Tiring to be with a man who refuses to get help or talk it through.

You’ve tried helping him through it but… truly is there anything left to help if he is only rage?

“I- I’m sorry please…” He sobs as you finally walk away from him, “I’m sorry for burdening you with my problems—“

You sigh turning around to just staring at him, honestly it’s nice to see a different emotion out of him but it’s a bit too late. “No, that’s not the issue don’t you understand?”

He looks up from where he was wiping his tears on his hoodie sleeve and you walk towards him before stopping in front of him and placing a single finger to his chest.

“We are a couple. Which means we talk. We talk through problems shared or separated. However that’s not the reason I’m leaving you. I’m leaving you because you are just so full of anger to the point that I doubt there’s a space inside for me.” You explain as he continues to cry and sniff.

“I won’t be angry anymore then I promise.” He says through fat tears that yank at your heart strings but you can’t give in. You know you can’t.

“You can’t just be not angry, anger is a healthy emotion, but the way it consumes you… it’s hard on me, and everyone. You’re better working through that than getting a lover. Only then can you truly have space for others in your heart.” You give him a soft smile and remove your finger from his chest. He’s still crying but you know he understands because he just nods.

With that, you finally turn around and walk away. It’s hard ignoring your own stream of tears that you’ve been holding back as they burst from the depths the moment you turned and walked away.

At least he learned sadness today so now he has two emotions. Maybe one day he’ll find the others.

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ANGST WARNING CAUSE I LIKE TO SEE MYSELF SUFFER…

Men who don’t have the heart to break up with you, so they just stop. Stop the love, the touches, the time, all of the small things. Maybe it’s because they don’t want to do those things anymore or they’re too busy to do all the nice little things like before. But it all just stops.

“Hey babe! Wanna hang out today?” You happily say to him but he can’t be bothered to look at you. “Sorry, I’m just a bit busy okay? Maybe later.” You nod, understanding. But that ‘maybe later’ turns into hours, days, weeks and months. His usual time with you is just…. Gone. The amount of kisses also stopped like his time with you. “I’m just a bit busy.” When you tried to kiss him as he rushed to work or wherever else he had to be.

That’s when the feeling started. The deep, deep, pit of anxiety. That unknowing sensation of where you feel sort of ghost like. You didn’t want to admit it…

“Hey baby! Want to watch a movie with me?” You smile at him as you sit on the couch, it’s pretty late at night as he enters your shared apartment after finishing his work. “No thanks, I’m just going to head to bed.” He replies coldly as he just goes straight into your shared bedroom without a glance your way.

You just sit there, the TV drowns out. Your heartbeat quickens. You try to fight away the fear clawing at your throat and eyes. You just can’t admit it…

When you go to pick him up from his job as a surprise you catch him talking about you with his co-workers. “Hey how’s your relationship doing man?” One of his friends asks, his answer causes your heart to drop from your hiding place where you’re eavesdropping. “Oh. It’s been.. okay but to be honest I’ve been thinking of ending it recently.” He blandly replies with an awkward laugh. You can hear his friends gather around to comfort him and encourage him to do what he feels is right.

With that you run out of the building and get in your car, driving away from his workplace.

That’s when the chocked out sobs start. Tears spill as you sob. At some point you have to pull over and park because the tears keep making it hard to see.

I guess now you can finally admit it.

Finally admit that the love has stopped.

It’s all over.

Feel free to imagine whoever you want!

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when funkyfrogbait said “how many einsteins have spent their lives washing dishes, how many mozarts bent over stoves instead of pianos because they had the misfortune of being born a woman.”

i might mostly post smut on this account, but i write SO much more than just fanfic, and every word i write is for every woman that came before me that couldn’t write what they wanted. it’s for my mother, my grandmother and my great-grandmother as well as the women that came before.

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Yandere Knight x Gender neutral Mage reader… I’m literally in love.

NSFW WARNING - Reader has no specific genitalia or gender, Alleyn refers to reader just as mage and pet names, breeding and mentions of pregnancy through magic, rough sex, biting, unsafe sex, overstimulation, rivals to lovers to lovers.

“What’s wrong little mage?” Alleyn smiled at you as he thrusted through your 3rd orgasm. Damn him. Damn the emperor. Damn the dragon you both were forced to fight. Damn it all.

“Allyyyyy..” You mew pathetically from moans. You hate how amazing you feel in this moment, because this cocky bastard of a knight that you were supposed to be rivals with, was making you feel this way. You felt somewhat pathetic, You’re the greatest mage of the nation and here you are getting your poor hole drilled into by the leader of the party that destroyed an ancient dragon that threatened the empire.

“Fuck you’re so cute, my little mage ♡” He moans through small chuckles. Alleyn was a large and proud knight, he never thought he would ever feel so good outside of completing his knightly duties. And yet he finds himself feeling better than he’s ever felt, holding your waist and using his chest to press you down against the bed. “No no— Alleyn! Ah! The princess—“ You say remembering suddenly how the king offered to give Alleyn the princess for his hard work however as you try to get out the words he quickly silences you with a quick but hard thrust causing you to cry out.

“My Love, don’t bring up another person, especially one I’ve already rejected while I’m clearly.. ngh- clearly making sure you’ll carry my damn children.” He huffs through his thrusts as he sits up and instead pulls you into his lap so he can thrust upwards, making you feel so uncomfortably good at he reaches into your deepest parts. “It doesn’t matter if you can’t or can, because you can cast one of your little spells can’t you? to make sure it sticks.” He chuckles gently kissing your neck as he reaches down with another hand while continuing to thrust, to touch you, sending you once again into overstimulation. You can feel your head going blank and voice going hoarse. He whispers in your ear over and over about just doing a small spell. You can’t help it. Really. Both of you were absolutely drunk off of each other.

You manage to somehow get out the spell, lord knows how or how you even remember it. You feel Alleyn bite your shoulder as the spell takes affect, no doubt he’s finally nearing his own orgasm. “Good job, my lovely mage. I’ll be sure to take care of you and our kids. Forget the princess and the king and all that shit. Fuck— All I need is you my love ♡” He says panting as finally he cums, painting your walls white.

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Summary: Amorica is a virus that makes people turn yandere. Never would you have thought, that your boyfriend Izuku would be one of the infected.

Pairings: Yandere! Izuku x Reader Warnings: Yandere behavior, violence Remember: English differs a lot from German, so I apologize for possible mistakes:

Love-Virus: Amorica

"Deku! Here, here! HELP!" shouts a young girl, whose legs are mercilessly smashed in a pile of rubble. She is small and petite, has her whole life ahead of her. She can't give up yet, not if she has to see someone else. 

Her boyfriend, her darling, her everything. 

She MUST see him again, she still MUST spend time with him like she planned it and she MUST marry him, start a family with him and grow old together. 

It just has to!

"HELP!!!! DEKU! I'M HERE!" she screams with full force and thankfully her cry for help is finally heard. In front of her appears a muscular green-haired man, number one among all heroes, one who goes by the hero's name Deku. He has saved thousands, no, even millions of people. Today he is there for her, for the poor little girl who whimpers and shivers in pain. 

"Don't worry, I'm here now," he says and puts on his broad and wide smile that everyone in Japan, no, even the whole world, knows.  He lifts the debris aside and pulls her out so gently, even though his hands look like they could crush someone.

She breathes a sigh of relief as the pressure on her body subsides. It was really hard to bear. She sweats all over her body, the stress brought her into high gear. 

"Thank you, Deku!"

The hero only nods in response, but his smile hasn't even left his face. Not even when the girl's sweat mixes with his and causes a tingling sensation in the affected areas.

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"Izuku, you're scorching hot!" you realize when your hand almost burns on his forehead. 

It's been a day since the earthquake. Your boyfriend was on duty and once again saved countless lives. 

Your boyfriend is a good person, maybe even the best.

You're incredibly happy to have him and when you look at his reddened face, you can see that he feels the same way.

He always forgets to think about himself.

You just smile as you put a cool rag on his forehead and give him a tender kiss on the cheek. 

"I'll make you chicken broth, okay? Rest until then, you will certainly feel better."

Izuku just nods and closes his eyes. Just a few seconds later, you hear slight snoring from the living room. 

You smile. 

Even if you don't like it when he's sick, you still like to nurse him back to health.  

_

"Izuku, your fever won't go down! You've been on 39 degrees for three days! You have to go to the doctor!" you shout through the house.

Your boyfriend just shakes his head.

"It'll be okay. I'm sure I'll feel better tomorrow."

"Don't kid yourself, Izuku. That's what you said two days ago."

You're worried, no, scared, because you don't know what to do about it. 

Izuku just lifts the blanket and opens his arms. 

"Just come here, please. Then I’ll feel better."

You frown, but you still comply with his wish. Usually, your boyfriend doesn't want you to get too close to him when he's sick. He is always afraid that he could infect you.

That's why you're surprised when he hugs you and gives you a kiss on the forehead. 

More worry spreads through you. 

Maybe it's really something so serious....

_

"Do you really have to go to work?" your sick boyfriend asks you as he makes his way to you. Today is the fifth day that Izuku has his fever. You had the days off, but now you have to go to work today. 

"I'd rather take care of you, but I have to."

Izuku hugs you, his strong muscles holding you firmly in place.

"Why don't you take the day off?"

Laughing, you shake your head and give him a kiss on the cheek. Reluctantly, Izuku lets go of you, a pout on his lips. 

_

"Darling!", Izuku greets you as you get home. He has already torn the door open before you have even arrived at your house. 

With your eyebrows drawn together, you walk towards him. Usually, you both always call each other by name.

Izuku was never the type for pet names.

Is it his illness?

Izuku has never waited so eagerly for you.

Is it his illness? 

Izuku has also never hugged you as tightly as he does now.

Is it his illness?

Today is the sixth day. Will he get well soon? Hopefully he will get well soon. It makes you nervous, worries you and gives you a little anxiety.

"How are you feeling today?"

"Better, but I missed you so much."

You put your hand on his forehead: it really seems to be cooler now.

_

"36.5 degrees. Congratulations, you're officially healthy today," you smile. Izuku returns your smile and gives you a kiss on the forehead. "Are you going on patrol right away?"

"Yes, of course. I've rested far too long, haven't I?"

You just nod and laugh. You can't wait to get back to your usual everyday life. 

_

"The virus, Amorica, spreads through bodily fluids among people. The exact number of people affected is still unknown, as it is not noticeable to the infected and the people around them. Symptoms include exaggerated longing for one's partner, unhealthy jealousy or immoral behavior. Those affected explain that they have begun to no longer perceive their actions as bad.  How contagious the virus is, is still unknown at the moment. However, scientists suspect that some are immune to it. 

Today we tell the story of Molly. She is a 20-year-old lawyer who is infected with the virus. Molly doesn't know how long she has been ill, but her boyfriend pointed out that her controlling behavior began a month ago. At first, the signs were only vague, there were only frequent questions about her boyfriend’s well-being. After a few weeks, Molly started following her boyfriend everywhere. Days later, Molly committed her first murder out of jealousy. Although her boyfriend was in constant contact with her, he has no symptoms.

How-"

You change the channel in shock. For some time now, the news have been reporting on such cases. Izuku also tells you that there are frequent cases. The infected act out of unhealthy love: they stalk, kidnap, even kill. The victims are usually distraught afterwards and have to seek therapeutic help. 

Society is afraid, people are becoming suspicious, you also have concerns.

What if you annoy someone infected? 

A shiver runs down your spine. 

Hopefully not...

_ _

Meanwhile, Izuku watches you from the door frame. 

For some time now, his desire for you has become bigger. He can't really explain it, but somehow, he wants your attention especially often, want to hug you especially often and wants to kiss you especially often – from head to toe.

What's wrong with him?

Of course, he loved you before, otherwise you wouldn't be in a relationship. For some reason, however, he can't let you out of his sight, as soon as he averts his gaze, his heart aches. 

It hurts, cramps and contracts. 

It's like he needs you to survive, because without you, his heart doesn't beat anymore. 

It's worse when he's at work. He can't think of anything but you! 

All the injured people he saves suddenly have your face!

Then his breathing becomes more and more heavy until at some point he can't breathe at all, suffocates almost at nothing. 

He always comes home immediately afterwards, so, he can calm down when you greet him at the door, with your sweet loving smile. Every tension, every worry and every fear that ran through his whole body until now dissolves and is replaced by a feeling of warmth and security. 

Even now, as he watches you from a distance, it feels like everything is in harmony. 

He breathes in and out in a relaxed manner as he lets the situation sink in and then sits down next to you. However, when he looks at your face, he notices the deep wrinkles of your forehead and the look of worry in your eyes. He copies your facial expression and puts an arm around you, pushing you close to him. 

Your scent rises to his nose and despite the situation, he has to suppress a moan as his eyes roll back. 

Had your smell always such an intoxicating effect on him?

"What's the matter, darling? Is something bothering you?" he murmurs as he rests his chin on your head. 

"No... well, yes, sort of," you say and return his hug. Izuku's heart seems to jump happily as your tender arms wrap around him. 

"Well then, go on! What's going through your pretty head?"

"Well, there's this infection going around right now and I'm afraid of what people are capable now. What if someone is after me because I'm only talking to her lover?"

Then don't talk to anyone, you only need me. Just stay here, then nothing happens. I protect you, with me you are safest. 

Izuku would like to say that, but before he can say the words, the penny drops. His eyes widen when realization hits him: he is infected. 

"Don't worry, nothing will happen," he says, gives you a kiss on the forehead and goes into his study room, locks himself in.

That explains everything! That's why he's no longer himself!

Oh no.

Oh no.

Oh no.

What is he doing now!? Is there a cure? Not yet, right?

He grabs his green curls tightly as he drops into the chair. 

What if he endangers you because of this virus! You would leave him!

No, you would never leave me, I wouldn't let that happen.

No, no, no, away with these thoughts. That's not him! These are not his thoughts; this is the virus! 

His heart beats like crazy and his breath becomes heavy as panic runs through his veins. 

He already had to deal with a few cases involving the virus. Some infected people locked their loved ones in the basement so that they could not leave them, some broke their legs for the same reason. As a sign of love, some carved their name into their partners skin with a knife. 

What if Izuku will do something like that to you?

At the thought, he quickly rushes to his trash can as he vomits. 

These are horrifying ideas! He doesn't want that, he's afraid, so incredibly afraid. 

The only thing he can do now, is to get out of your way and hope that he will heal for some reason, or you will leave him and go somewhere, where you are safe of him.

Leave? No, you can’t abandon me! I'm nothing without you!

The thought makes him vomit again.

_

It's been a week since Izuku started to avoid you like the pest. You're worried, something is bothering him and he refuses to talk to you about it. He locks himself in his room, sleeps there and doesn't even come out to eat. 

Today, you made ramen the way he likes it best. You knock gently at his door, but there is no answer.

"Izuku? I made ramen. Would you like to come out and eat with me?" you finally ask after a while.

He doesn't even open the door when he answers you, his voice only sounds distant and quiet from the other room. 

"No, I'm not hungry, but thanks for preparing."

Tears form in the corners of your eyes as you are rejected yet again. He always says that, but even if you leave him a bowl, it's still left untouched the next day.

"Izuku, what's wrong with you? Please talk to me!"

There is no answer and then you sob loudly as the tears flow. 

"Izuku, did I do something wrong? If so, I'm sorry, but please stop avoiding me!"

Again, no answer and then you leave, crying and heartbroken. 

_ _

Behind the door, Izuku's world collapses when he hears your crying. His heart splits into thousands of shards with every sob. 

He tied himself up at the other end of the room so he can’t go to you. 

He had a hard time getting through the first two days, but at the third he couldn't stand it anymore and stood next to your bed at night and watched you. For this moment, all his thoughts were in harmony and he had been able to relax again after two days of suffering.

That was the last time he saw you, because he realized how sick his behavior was. 

Then he tied himself up so he would not be tempted to get too close to you again. Deep down, he knows that these shackles are of no use at all and that he could break them with ease, but he tells himself that they are indestructible. 

For the sake of both of you. 

_

Three days later, he hears a man's voice from the living room. 

Who is this?

He doesn't know this voice. Has the time finally come? Are you leaving him now?

No, no, no! You wouldn't do that to him, would you? You wouldn't replace him just because he doesn't show up for a few days, would you? 

Who is this?

Who dares to get too close to you? 

"Make yourself comfortable on the sofa," you say. 

"Thank you, I'm glad that we're doing something together again. How long ago was the last time? Three years?"

"Yes, maybe. It definitely feels like an eternity. What a coincidence that I saw you on the street today."

So, you know each other from the past? Why doesn't he know about him? Why didn't you tell him about this guy? Why is he in your apartment?

Why are you doing this to him?

He is trying so hard for you, and you!? You're cheating on him!

No, no, no. You wouldn’t, you would never do something like that. He has to calm down, otherwise he will do something he might regret. 

Izuku doesn't know how long they guy stayed already, but every second feels like torture. He doesn't want to keep himself restrained anymore. He misses you so much. 

So so so much. 

He will certainly never hurt you, right? 

The victims of infected people are usually distraught afterwards and have to seek therapeutic help. 

But with him, it will never come to that. He will treat you like a princess as you deserve. He will carry you on his hands and make sure that you lack nothing, that you are always well. 

So, he can stop, right? He can go out, right?

"By the way, are you single? You know, I've always had that huge crush on you and always hoped to see you again. Maybe you can give me a chance, hm?" says your visitor. 

_ _

Before you can answer, the door of the study suddenly breaks and dust and smoke is blocking your view. 

What the…?

You only hear breaking bones.

Your heart pounds rapidly against your chest as it begs you to run away. But you can't help but be glued to the ground as panic flows through you. 

Only when the view clears, you recognize Izuku, who is holding the smashed skull of your childhood friend and looks at him deranged, breathing heavily. Then his eyes suddenly wander to yours and a big smile pulls onto his lips.

"Darling!" he says and throws the skull away like it’s garbage. When he takes a step towards you, you take one back, shivering. Izuku's smile falls and he looks at you anxiously.

"Don't be afraid, I would never do something like that to you!"

You can only cry as you stretch out your arms in front of you, hoping it will keep him away and protect you. 

"Don't cry, darling, please. Everything’s okay!"

"No, stay away."

You know that if Izuku really wanted to do something to you, he would so already. He has the power to do so. 

Who would have thought that your beloved boyfriend would ever kill someone? Number one hero? The best person out there? The hero, who saved thousands, no, millions of lives?

That you'd ever be afraid of him?

Who would have thought that a virus could change a person in such a way that you finally decide to rush to the exit. 

But you don't get far when two muscular arms wrap around your stomach and capture you. Izuku pushes you close to him as he buries his nose in your hair. You hear him inhale loudly and exhale contentedly as he squeezes you even harder.

"Finally," he says. "Finally, I have you in my arms again, darling. I promise that I will never avoid you again. I have no idea why I did this in the first place. How did I come up with this idea? Am I stupid? This feels like heaven!"

More tears flow down your cheek as he drags you further and further away from the door. 

"We have so much to catch up on for the long time we haven't seen each other."

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“You don’t really want him do you?” He whispers in your ear

The stretch you feel as he hits you sweet spot over and over again makes you roll your eyes back.

“I mean he never pays attention to you.” He sneered. The fact he was so pissed at your own shitty boyfriend you haven’t had the courage to break up with was the nicest thing any man has ever done for you.

The stretch, the hit oh god and the attention. It was true you never got attention from your boyfriend let alone like this. For once you weren’t begging for something.

His fingers constantly abusing that special spot making you see white and shake, cumming over and over. He was both rough and gentle and it killed you inside.

“Look at yourself. Can that asshole ever make you as blissful as I can?” He muttered as he kissed up your body gently stroking all your curves and gaps. “I’ll help you break up with him so just date me instead okay? I’ll always love you. And I’ll treat you much better. Like you deserve. Like you have always deserved.”

You couldn’t reply immediately too spent… but god did the grin on your face say everything.

Feel free to imagine whoever hehe ♡

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F!Y/N x any character/person - SMUT WARNING

(And breeding HEHEHHE…)

“Awww sweetheart. Where’s your confidence earlier gone?”

The pounding makes your head fuzzy and the fact he gently rubs your clit too.

“C’mon speak. I thought you wanted my kids and to be my wife?”

You try to respond but each thrust knocks the words out of your bent over body. You have to be on all fours because if not you’d immediately be pushed down. It also doesn’t help he’s leaning against you just a bit to keep you down.

“promise I do- jus’ so fast n’ overstimulating m’ body feels good!” You try to speak but it comes out all wobbly and breaking in your sentences.

Feeling your gummy walls move as he continues to fuck you hard. If you knew your best friend secretly wanted you this bad the whole time then you both probably would’ve done this so much sooner.

“Oh fuck… yes that’s it, you want me so bad, and I want you so bad as well.” You could practically hear his eye rollback as his moans grow in sound. You’re thankful you’re both no longer reckless teens, but now adults and fucking in his own house.

The wet sounds of your cunt and the slapping of skin makes your moan even louder. You hope his bedroom is soundproof otherwise you might have to apologize to the neighbours at this point.

Finally your third orgasm hits, at the perfect time too. He pushes his dick in for the last time before you feel floods of his seed fill you up. You’re not sure how long it’s been since you both first started.

But after a phew minutes pass for a break, and confirmation from the both of you, he proceeds to flip you onto a new position his dick slipping out and in once again.

If you weren’t his pregnant fiancée you are now ♡

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Heavy rain is so nice especially if you just imagine it’s weekend and you’re relaxing in bed cuddled up to your lover or your friend, just existing no expectations… they just gently rub your back comfortingly every stressors or traumatic events just gone. Existing in each other’s space. And if you’re feeling anxious in the silence you can just hear the rain dripping. Maybe later on you’ll both do a cozy bed activity… maybe watching a movie or something else entirely. The world is just quiet but the rain.

Feel free to imagine whoever you want ♡

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MY PROGRESS GOT ERASED ON THE FIC I WAS WRITING FUCKKKKKKK AHHHH