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Summary: You're at the height of success in your career as a psychologist, but your latest patient has proved to be worth more trouble than you're able to take on.

Word Count: 2438

TW: Cussin, Stalking, Guns, Sex, Mental Health

AN: I’m an old hoe in this writing game, auntie don’t know all these acronyms and new lingo. If you’re under 18, you shouldn’t be here anyway. That being said, MINORS DNI.

Weeks passed since you had been able to spend any quality time with your husband. This new client of yours had you working overtime, putting every credit you earned for your psychology degree to use. Trinity Harrison was a real piece of work. She was a beautiful girl– capable, successful, and driven. She knew right from wrong, but still chose to take the most delusional, dramatic jumps from the tallest cliffs her mind could climb.

Trinity had been ordered to see you by a judge in lieu of spending 3 years in jail for attempted manslaughter. Her lawyer must’ve had a mighty tongue or some deep connections to sway the judge. You had never met someone so delusional, so you were up for the challenge. If you could get through to Trinity, you had truly found your calling.

Trinity Harrison was a young, vibrant soul that viewed the world through rainbow-colored glasses. On New Year's Eve the previous year, she met a guy who was visiting her hometown in upstate New York and ended up ‘pursuing her Christmas love story’ by booking a one-way flight and completely uprooting her life only to find out he was engaged. Instead of taking her L in stride, she became obsessed with replacing his fiance… by any means necessary. Which is exactly how her files ended up on your desk. In a blind rage, she spotted the fiance walking her dog and ran her down with her car. Thankfully, no major injuries occurred.

You were coming up on a year of treating Trinity with no real progress. This ate at you. You had graduated top of your class, opened your own private practice, and had a high-success rate within your clientele.

“Dr. Richmond.” Your assistant poked her head into your office drawing your attention from the thick file in your hands. “It’s 7:00.”

Briefly, you racked your brain trying to recall the significance of the time. Shit. You forgot.

“Thank you Brittany. Tell Terry I’m sorry and I’ll be there in 20 minutes.” You slid the file into a secure drawer and gathered your belongings. This was the third time you’d forgotten about meeting Terry for a date night. You knew he would not be pleased.

Once you arrive home, you slip into the shower eager to wash away the stress of the day. You step out of the shower and notice that Terry has laid out a red dress and a small mystery box. You giggle as you unwrap the box to reveal a pair of vibrating panties, and of course the remote was missing.

You valet your car and enter your favorite restaurant, immediately locking eyes with Terry who stands to greet you as you approach the booth. He leans down and meets your lips with a tender kiss.

“Hey baby. I’m so sorry I’m late. It’s this–” Terry cuts you off, knowing that you were about to say the one name he told you he didn't want to hear tonight. Once you’re seated, he reaches across the table to grab your hands.

“Baby, I have waited weeks to spend this time with you tonight. It’s been weeks since I’ve tasted you, felt you.”

The guilt settles in your stomach as you reminisce on how things were earlier in your relationship. You vowed to make time for each other, to listen to one another, and to cater to one another’s needs. You’ve neglected him, but he wasn’t giving up so easily.

A soft moan escapes your lips as you feel the vibrating sensation from the panties.

“Are you listening to me Mrs. Richmond?” Terry asked while expertly toying with the settings of the remote, nearly sending you over the edge.

“Y-yes Ter- Terry. We’re i-in public. Why–”

Terry leaned in, lowering his voice so that only you could hear. “Because you’re fucking playing with me woman. I haven’t fucked you in 3 weeks! I- I thought you were cheating on me with that Trinity bitch the way you’re never available for me anymore. Are you sure she’s the only one with an obsessive disorder?” The break in his voice almost breaks you. His mood had soured and he switched the panties off. You find yourself unable to meet his eyes. “Look. At. Me.” Terry commanded through gritted teeth. You sheepishly look up to meet his eyes.

You’re interrupted by the waitress delivering the meals Terry had ordered prior to your arrival. Tension and silence filled the air between you as you dug into your meals. It was hard to ignore the glare coming from those icy blue-ish-gray eyes. You find yourself searching for the right words to say, but fail to think of anything that would satisfy his agitation. Failure was never an option for you, yet here you were on the brink of failing your marriage and your pain in the ass patient. There was only one thing to do.

You catch Terry’s hand as you both walk into the dark house. You run your hand down the length of his torso as you drop to your knees. “Baby, you have every right to be mad at me,�� you admit as you undo his belt, “but I’m gonna make you feel like the king you are.”

You glance up to see his jaw tense with anticipation before spitting on the tip of his dick. You silently said a prayer knowing that no mercy would be shown. Your neglect created this monster and you didn’t need another failure on your plate, not tonight.

Without another word, Terry grips your head with his massive hands and begins mercilessly stroking your mouth. Tears blur your vision, but you focus on your breathing while steadying yourself. The tension between you slowly melts away and is quickly replaced with a carnal lust. He pulls your head back by grabbing a handful of your hair forcing you to look at him.

“Y/N, I could be out here fucking any woman I want. It’s so fucking tempting, but I–” He squints in the darkness unsure if he'd heard something.

“What is it baby?” You ask, turning around to see what might’ve caught his attention. Terry shrugs it off and he guides you upstairs to the bedroom. Your punishment was far from over. Terry sits on the edge of the bed, pulling you into his lap. He peels the dress over your perfectly toned ass. You brace yourself waiting for his hefty hand to smack your ass. Instead you feel his lips on the small of your back causing you to arch. In one swift motion, he rips your panties and flings them across the room. He kneels behind you, pulling your ass to his face with a deep inhale.

“I want tonight to be a reminder of everything you fell in love with and what you stand to lose.”

You were in no mood to hear any words. You needed to feel his mouth. You ease back only for Terry to grab you by your ass to hold you in place. You hear him chuckle. “I’ve waited three weeks. You can wait 3 fucking seconds, y/n.”

You open your mouth to respond but the words escape you as Terry simultaneously plunges his thick thumb in your asshole as his tongue viciously flicked your hypersensitive clit. You went from a 4.0 GPA college graduate to a babbling twit in a matter of seconds. You could feel him grinning like a Cheshire cat listening to you struggle to form a single word.

“Not yet.” Terry abruptly stops just as you’re about to reach your peak. It blew your mind the way he just knew your body. Not a second later, you felt the tip of his dick at your entrance, teasing you. You crane your neck to look back at him as you plead with your eyes. You both moan in pleasure as he slowly fills you. You were grateful that he was giving you time to adjust. “Terry…” You moan while grinding on his dick. “Fuuuuuck!” He roared while expertly navigating your walls, hitting that sweet spot.

Terry grabs a fistful of hair, while his other hand delivers a heavy smack to your ass. You whimper knowing whats to come. Another smack lands on your bare ass. Pain soon turns into excitement and pleasure. You toot that ass up as high as your spine will allow giving him full access. The stimulation from Terry hitting your spot, his balls slapping your clit, and the stinging sensation from your ass being smacked had you in a euphoric state. This was the first time in a long time that you were able to unwind and let go. You close your eyes as the orgasm envelopes the both of you. While you were on the brink of exhaustion, Terry was walking towards the door.

“I’m going downstairs to get some water baby. You want something?” Terry asks as he stands in the doorway naked as the day he was born. You nod, your throat still feeling raw. Minutes pass. You call Terry’s name to get no response. Your heart races as you tear yourself from the bed immediately feeling the aftermath of your punishment. You creep into the kitchen and find Terry laid face down in the middle of the kitchen. “Terry!” You rush over to him, failing to notice the figure standing in the shadows.

“Hi Dr. Richmond.” You turn around slowly to find your very own patient zero standing in the shadows wearing a devious smile.

“Trinity? What- Why?” She doesn’t respond. Instead she motions for you to sit in a chair while she binds your ankles, wrists, and mouth. You were so careful not to place any personal indicators in your office and Terry had trained you on how to be aware of your surroundings. Your attention went back to your husband who was lying on the floor also bound and unconscious. Trinity struggled to turn him over on his back. You cringed watching her stroke his semi-erect dick. Despite wanting to wring this bitch’s neck, you manage your best poker face.

“Week after week, I’m forced to see you. You think I haven’t noticed how your mood shifts when you see me. You haven’t done shit to fix me!” Trinity shrieked. You cocked your head to the side wondering how the fuck you missed seeing this breakdown coming. She hadn’t improved, but she was stable. She was now standing in front of you toying with a gun. “I watched yall tonight, you know… I touched myself watching him devour you. It should be me!” She snapped, pressing the barrel of the gun to your temple. You prayed silently, for you, for Terry, for this nutty bitch to at least leave you both alive.

You notice Terry beginning to come to. He’s able to assess the situation and meets your eyes, telling you to remain calm without exchanging any words. You know that you need to keep her attention on you long enough to give Terry time to formulate a plan. Sure, Trinity was winning this fight for now, but Terry would ultimately take the victory in the war.

“B..ch.. F…c…you!” You manage to mumble through the gag. Your defiance infuriates Trinity. She snatches the gag from your mouth, keeping the gun pressed to your temple. “Say it again! I can’t wait to fuck your fine ass husband. I’m going to do it right in front of you too.”

“Bitch fuck you! They should’ve thrown the book at you when they had the chance!” You screamed knowing that case was a sore spot. Before Trinity could pull the trigger, Terry had freed himself and held her in a bear hug. With one hand, he retrieved the gun, unloaded it, and pinned her down with his knee in her back. Never losing control of Trinity, he was able to undo the ropes she’d bound you with.

Your entire body shook violently as you struggled to search Terry’s abandoned pants pockets for his phone. You choked back tears as you gave the operator your address. Terry fought to restrain himself from permanently silencing the intruder. Not only had she stressed his wife out, but she had assaulted him and violated his home. “I’d never make you wait three weeks Terry.” She addresses your husband. “And maybe if you were better at your job, I wouldn’t have gotten curious about your life. How the fuck are you so successful, but failed me?” The words cut you. You grab the closest thing to you, an umbrella, and lunge at her.

The thought of failure had consumed and haunted you for months. You’d never failed anything in your life, yet here was your biggest failure obnoxiously taunting you. Terry grabbed the umbrella before it connected. “Bitch I didn’t fail you! Yo mammy failed you. Yo loser ass daddy failed you! It’s not my job to fix you!” She crossed the line a long time ago. That doctor-patient confidentiality bullshit was out the window. You knew you had to verbally cut this bitch deep since Terry wouldn’t allow you to inflict your revenge physically. “Your mama should’ve locked yo ass away when you were 5-years old maniacally obsessing over fictional characters. Weird ass bitch!” Your blood was boiling.

Officers knock at the door. You hand Terry his pants. He meets your eyes. “Baby go upstairs. I’ll handle this.”

“What about your head Terry? You’re bleeding.” He shrugged it off.

“I got this baby. I’ll be upstairs as soon as this is handled. I’m fine.”

You replayed the events of the night in your mind as the hot shower water hit your body. How long had she been stalking you? How did she manage to get inside your home? Terry entered the shower, pulling you into his chest.

“You’re taking some time off, as much as you need. I’m going to file a restraining order and personally see to it that she ends up on the next train back to wherever the fuck she’s from and we are pressing as many charges as it takes to bury her under the psych ward baby. I’m so sorry.” None of this was his fault, but the fact that someone was able to slip past his defenses didn’t sit right with him. After showering Terry carries you to the bed and massages every inch of your body until you drift off to sleep.

Thank you so much for reading. This was a mini-challenge to myself – I overthink and end up abandoning my writings A LOT. I found my angle and finished this in one sitting. I hope you enjoyed, but I appreciate the feedback whether you did or not 🫶🏾

#terry richmond #black writers #black writblr #black fanfiction #black fanfic writer #aaron pierre

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lowkeyrobin · 10 months ago

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Hii, can you write some dating headcanons of Stevie? Nobody writes about him 😭

hello, and yes! ik on my masterlist/characters I write for I have it as platonic only but most of these could be read as platonic if you're older, I kept the more romantic ones at the bottom if that's cool so yeah 👍 I kept him & ruben as such bx I'm a little too old for them and I see them as like babies compared to me so yeah 💀 but I got you dw lol

STEVIE ; dating/platonic headcanons

warnings ; language, talk of familial abuse & neglect, alcohol, substances, use of f-slur (I can say it guys PLEASE)

masterlist

protecting him on the streets is a must

he's newer to this skating shit and "running around with thugs"

if he can't go home for whatever reason, he's got a home at your place or on the couch at motorz

ray locks you guys in and you're good for the night, he just can't give you the keys cause he doesn't wanna get fired

he vents to you whenever he needs to

at a point he gets all "wannabe hard boy" and shoves you away while he becomes a fucking hard-core alcoholic

"Dude, what the fuck did I do to deserve being shoved away?"

"Go away! Don't you ever fucking listen? Shut the fuck up! You're just like my mom!"

damn okay moody ass bitch

you stay up at night thinking about how you thought you were grateful for the whole 'fuckshit wrecking the car' thing because it changed both him, ruben, and fuckshit (and their relationships) for the better

for a while he forces you to just let him watch you skate and stuff because he's super unmotivated too and doesn't wanna spiral like before

but in time, he warms back up to it

he's the one borrowing your clothes tbh

the only thing you ever touch of his are hats that you steal to tease him

romantic stuff below!

you put stickers on his forehead 24/7

putting random braids in his hair for no reason in private

he's scared he'll be called a fag or smthn but yk he won't

he just has a touchy partner , it's normal lol

your relationship is purely wholesome, yall r like 13 so chill

nothing happened between him n estee either bc wtf was that scene jonah

you hand him a mixtape before you leave to go home titled "for stevie <3" and when I tell you he crumbled when he accepted that he was finally learning that he could trust you and let you in

like his family issues always had him fucked up but Ray was like "Dude that's not pussy shit??? they really like you, man"

he just sat there for a moment like "omg holy shit this isn't just some fake shit that'll last a month tops they actually give a shit"

he listens to it when he's skating alone and shit

always reminds to kiss from a rose or wonderwall

he learns a lot from you and takes it to heart, like he learns to just be a normal, functioning person in society and how to behave and act and shit

like he hasn't had anyone to rlly be there to correct his mistakes or beat his ass til you LMAO

like he learns actual life skills and shit from you like how to write checks and and how long to boil noodles it's honestly sad

mostly the hug-you-from-behind kinda guy bc he's still learning how to show his love and shit

gives you puppy dog eyes without even knowing it

he's just so mesmerized by you sometimes

idk this is all I got

#lowkeyrobin #mid90s x reader #mid90s #stevie x reader #stevie mid90s #sunny suljic #dating headcanons #mid90s oneshot #mid90s imagine #90s #skater

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cuckoo-on-a-string · 7 months ago

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Persephone's Devotee (Hello, Mr. Monster AU, II)

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Summary: In the age of Spiritualists and magicians, wyrd winds in different ways to link Dream of the Endless and Aisling Hunt. AU of Hello, Mr. Monster beginning in the 1920s.

Warnings: Implied child abuse/neglect, manipulating children for profit (non-sexual trafficking)

IT'S BIRTHDAY MONTH, BABY. LET'S GET POSTING. My inbox is always open, so drop by with your questions, concerns, and convos.

Men ever failed.

Dream waited for a guard to sleep. For Roderick Burgess to scratch the golden border with his heel in a fit of pique. Someday, someone would make a mistake. It was the truth of humanity, and nothing, even a prison of magic, iron, and glass could last forever.

Years gathered in his keeper’s faces, and his outrage cooled into sharper forms. Intent. Disgust. Hatred even. Wrath brewed behind closed lips. He gave his captors nothing so long as they held him, but new nightmares twisted in his heart, ready to breathe and shriek to life.

The hours of the day made no change in his windowless hold, and he only judged the turning of the seasons by the weight of the coats his guards draped over the backs of their chairs. Their rolled shirt sleeves and the gleam of half-dried perspiration on their brows told him it was summer. Or near it. Persephone had returned to her mother’s sight and the sun glowed warm on the earth for another year.

He’d once pitied the queen of the underworld, especially when she was first forced below the earth, before her mother’s dogged pursuit of justice gave the goddess power and agency in her marriage. Now, he envied her. If only he had family who so cared for his freedom he would not languish in some paltry magician’s lesser hell.

As Dream of the Endless mulled over the injustices gathering like dust in the crevices of his prison, the door to his Underworld swung open. Though he couldn’t see the door itself, the light behind the gate’s bars turned golden, motes glittered like his sand in the beam as Roderick Burgess’s boy – well on his way to becoming a man – stumbled down the steps. His father’s shouts echoed down with him, and Dream’s posture straightened, buoyed by his captor’s distress even as the sun’s distant bloom pricked his heart with mournful hope.

In his rush, the child hadn’t even brought the key, and he pressed his face against the wrought iron, fingers twisting through to keep himself steady.

“Quick,” he panted. “Sykes is out, and the new ward collapsed. I’m calling a doctor, but one of you need to help the Magus move her…”

“Close the bloody door, you fool!” The distant roar cut off with a slam. Alex Burgess flinched away from his father’s temper, and the budding hope in Dream’s chest withered into an invisible wound, leaving an aching pit he rushed to fill with rage.

They so rarely visited him at this hour, on such a bright day. He wondered if he might’ve smelled the breeze if not for the glass, tasted yellow pollen and the ghost of ripening berries were he not locked behind magic and iron.

In truth… perhaps he did feel the heat, the touch of fresh air, a fraction of the world beyond. He sensed the whispered suggestion of wyrd pulling at him, plucking along the tattered place hope left when Burgess slammed the door.

Something waited for him beyond his prison. A step. A link unmade. It itched in the back of his mind like a phantom limb, and he nearly followed the call to move. To find and see. But his pride held him back from pressing his hands to the glass.

The elder of Dream’s two day guards turned to the other and scoffed. “Not here an hour and already causin’ problems. You owe me a pound.”

“There isn’t time for this,” the boy insisted. “She’s not well. Hurry! Please.”

He ran back the way he’d come, and barely a flicker of gilding touched the gate before it shattered behind the door again.

The guard who’d lost the bet rose with a groan, fetched the key from the table, and pounded off to answer his master’s call, closing each layer of security as he went.

Another burst of light and sound as the man left the cellar. Another tantalizing hint of the world above.

Dream did not move as his remaining guard straightened in his seat, twice as wary now that he’d been left alone with his charge. The Endless’s thoughts, however, groped after the phantom sensations he’d stolen with his gasp of light. He chased the thread of his wyrd through memory, looking for something to compare the moment to, but it slipped through his fingers, unraveling before he could reach the solution to his riddle.

He had little to do besides toy with the frayed ends of his story, and he refused to let the question lie, even when the second guard returned, the men ended their shift, the night guards arrived, and the guards of the day came back to sit in the same tableau.

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She woke to golden sun and dark wood, all warm and clean and entirely different from what she remembered. Someone had changed her into a nightgown, and she drifted back to herself in a small bed in a room with a slanting ceiling. An attic, maybe. She’d slept in those before. But this one was finished, with plaster on the walls and a window with proper glass and all.

And a boy was sitting by the bed in a rickety chair that creaked even when he wasn’t moving. Alex. He’d said he was Alex, and he’d taken her suitcase and asked if she was alright.

“How are you feeling?”

She pushed up to her elbows, peering around the room, and Alex poured a glass of water from the pitcher on the bedside table.

“Here,” he said, “you should drink something. The doctor said it was heat exhaustion.”

It took a moment to poke at the empty gap in her memory, like examining a canker sore with the tip of her tongue. “What doctor?”

The boy wrapped her hands around the glass and guided it to her face until she relented and started sipping. It was as nice and cold as the lemonade had been.

“You fainted. The Magus called a doctor. The doctor said you had heat exhaustion.” He laid out the facts the way she spread her cards. Careful and direct. “Are you feeling any better? You’ve been resting here a few hours now.”

“I feel fine.” She didn’t feel well. She felt unsteady and ill, but not like she had before, when her mind grew knuckles just so they could turn white with the effort of holding onto her goal: reaching Fawney Rig and making a good impression on her new guardian.

She wouldn’t make things worse. She wouldn’t complain. She was well enough.

“If you’re feeling up to it, the Magus would like to speak with you. I’ll step out into the hall while you get dressed unless you need my help, and then I’ll take you to him. Alright?”

Aisling scowled. “I’m not a baby. I can get dressed by myself.”

A smile fluttered through a quick life and death across his face. “Of course you can. I’m sorry. We’ve just been very worried. You looked so small and fragile when you dropped in the hall…”

The Fosters liked to tell Aisling she was too proud. She looked too many people in the eye that she shouldn’t, and she didn’t like to apologize when someone took offense to the truths they asked from her cards. Maybe she was. She’d learned she couldn’t trust people to be kind for very long, but she could rely on herself.

Sitting up straight as she could and lifting her chin, she said, “I am not fragile. It was a very long walk, and a hot day, and I am not tall.”

A ghost of the earlier smile echoed in Alex’s expression, which was better than the pained look of concern he wore before. But Aisling wouldn’t accept any softness if she couldn’t have respect first. Sitting just wasn’t cutting it, so she moved up onto her knees to see more eye-to-eye and held out her hand for a second attempt at good manners.

“We didn’t properly finish our introduction,” she said. “I’m Aisling Hunt.”

Alex adopted a – clearly false – somber expression, but he buried his mirth well enough to at least feign respect. More importantly, he accepted the handshake this time.

“Alex Burgess. Pleased to make your acquaintance, Miss Hunt.”

The last name nearly shocked her out of her dignified pose. He wasn’t at all what she’d thought a child of the Magus would look or behave like. Not that there was anything wrong with Alex. He was an improvement on the pomaded princeling she might’ve expected.

She knew better than to ask questions. Open ears and closed lips. She hated whenever the Fosters told her to do that, but damn if it wasn’t a useful habit in new places with unknown faces. Find what was wanted, what was hated, before committing to a path. People would always tell her what they wanted, one way or another.

“It’s very nice to meet you, Mr. Burgess.”

“Just Alex, remember?”

“Aisling, then.”

“Aisling.” Another little smile. This one less condescending. Maybe even fond. “I’ll be outside.”

“Alright.”

The boy left the creaky chair and closed an equally creaky door. Aisling found her suitcase in the corner and put on a fresh dress that didn’t smell and tidied her sweat-stiff hair. Too late to make a good impression, but she’d arrived where she was meant to be. She went where she was told, and the Fosters couldn’t call her back even if they wanted. She was no longer theirs – their burden or their cash cow.

She didn’t waste time, barely pausing to sip a little more water to help her swallow down her unsteady stomach before reaching for the doorknob.

Her future waited downstairs, and the Magus expected her.

#fic: persephone's devotee #morpheus x reader #morpheus x female reader #dream of the endless x reader #dream of the endless x original character #fic: hello mr. monster

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sinshinsin · 2 years ago

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Secukupnya.

[Se • cu • kup • nya]

In English: enough

Minor DNI!

We all failed, raise your drink and grieve together.

TW/CW ?? slight mention of unhealthy obsession (not healthy, don't do it), lewd scene, hazy depiction of how obsession works, borderline to unhealthy relationship, profanity, mentions of sexual harassment, reader didn't have a good relationship with their family, mention of abuse, mention of neglectment, mention of prostitute, mention of death, logical fallacy that would hurt your brain, mention self harm scar, at this point this whole fic is a trigger warning

Character/fandom !! Ango Sakaguchi | Bungou Stray Dogs

Further Information !? [GN!Reader] [Reader and Ango is inside a relationship] [Universe where Ango is not that overworked lmao] [Reader and Ango live together] [Ango-centered] [2nd POV]

You're tired, and he's tired of seeing you tired.

Ango hates it, every time you went home crying. As he asked you why, you'd answer it's your toxic workplace, shitty colleague and perverted boss. Yet, you still went to your workplace every morning as if nothing happened. As if your boss didn't just throw you a nasty look yesterday.

Ango hates it, every time you shout when your family calls you just to cuss the shit out of you. After the call ended, you would tell him how bad your family is. And how they didn't support you, calling you a failure, and constantly comparing you to your cousin whose according to them is doing much better. Yet, you still consider them as your family and relatives. As if your father didn't went to jail three times for abusing his family. As if your mother won't neglect you in the past and sell herself.

Ango hates it, whenever your 'friends' would comes up to you and tells you how they need your help. Only to betray you over and over again. Ango also had enough of your friends' attempts to take him away from you just because he worked at the government and makes a lot of money. Heck, he didn't have the heart to betray you no matter how much Botox injections they had on their ass or lips. Yet, you still adore them and helped them.

No, no, he didn't hates you. He hates how the world fuck you off entirely. At first, he'd comfort you by cuddling or brewing a cup of tea. But as the time goes, the hell of life you've been living gets worse. Your boss 'accidentally' touched your ass, your family starts to sent you death threats and your toxic friends almost killed you but then they brushed it off by stating they're joking.

But then, Ango realized. He didn't have that much power to stand up for you. He's a coward. Surely Ango won't abuse his power in the government to defame your boss for him to get fired. And it's too risky for both of you to just "fuck it, let's move to another country". As there's a lot of people that would shoot his head off if they could.

Ango wants to live with you happily forever, that's all he wanted. He wants you to be happy as a baby. He hates how you have to cry on his chest almost every night.

But then, it struck him. What if he just took you from those shitty people? What if he just lock you up for him alone?

"Hmm? You want to do it right now?" You said as both of you were cuddling. Despite his subtle blush, Ango eagerly nodded. It's one of the rarest night where you won't come home crying. Just physically tired. "Fine, just go slow on me okay? I'm kind of tired." As you giggled when Ango carried you to your room.

His eyes laced to your face as his hands delicately unbuttoning your shirt, how blush blooms on your cheeks from either embarrassment or lust. Once both of you had undressed wholely, Ango traces his hand on your left hand. How his finger accidentally brushed on your scar, you winced. But he interrupted with a quick and quiet apologize.

"I'll put it in, okay?" As he saw a little nod, Ango pushed his member inside you. You moan as if he never did it to you. The voice is a blessing for the man behind you. As he started to move, you muffled your mouth with a pillow. God, he loves you. Ango wants the whole world to know he loves you.

His eyes admire how your body curls up whenever he thrusts, how you moaned almost on every time he touched you. His right hand traced that delicate line on your back, he could swore that you're the eighth wonders in this whole planet. As Ango start to picks up the pace, you yelped. "Ahn! Hun, I-I love you!"

Those three words were enough to activate whatever inside his brain, making him rougher. Ango can't help, but to moan at the sensation. The sounds of wet skin slapping and your moans filled the low dimmed room. The moonlight was the only one who knew your shenanigans that night, how two adults running away from the cruel reality of the world they're living and how a couple expressed their feelings to each other with sex.

As Ango felt he's running around the edge, he closed the gap between his chest and your back. He sniffed your scent, your natural scent. His hips started to move out of rythm, hence your uncontrollable moan. You sound perfect, you're just perfect.

"I-I'm close ...."

Between your breathy whimper, you answered "Me too," was enough to make him go wilder each thrust. The scent of your body was getting stronger, as if it's enveloped his whole sense. Ango closed his eyes, as he can't think about anything except pleasuring you.

You howled his name at your climax, the same time he reached his ejaculation. The moments felt like hours, both of you enjoys it. But as you came down from your high, you lay on your right side. As he calmed his breath, he spooned you from behind. "I love you too," was whispered on your ear.

As you drifted to your dream, Ango buried his nose on your hair.

"This world is a burning trash, I'll protect you from it. You're mine, mine alone."

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lewisthot · 2 years ago

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jealousy

summary: you and lewis were friends with benefits but annoyed one night, you decided to make him jealous and which turns into degrading angry sex. rating: 18+ words: 2.5k characters: lewis hamilton x fem!reader a/n: this was a prompt that i got a little carried away with, it’s not been edited so it might be a mess. hope you like it, would love to hear your thoughts!

you and lewis had been hooking up for a while now, it was just a bit of fun neither of you looking for anything serious. lewis was a busy man and you understood that but you were feeling a little neglected, so you decided to go out clubbing with a few girlfriends. you told lewis where you’d be so you knew there was a 50/50 chance he’d come through but that didn’t stop you from flirting with other men, why should you suffer if he was too busy to give you what you wanted?

lewis arrived at the club with his friends heading for the vip section, he was about to text you his arrival when he looked out into the crowd of dancing bodies and spotted you, except instead of finding you dancing with just your girlfriends, he found another man’s hand all over you. he decided against bringing it up, he didn’t want to make his jealousy apparent.

'i’m here in the VIP section’

you were annoyed he hadn’t texted you to let you even know that he was even coming and now he’s here did he expect you to come over to him like you were his lap dog. he could jump through some hoops for once.

‘come find me on the dance floor’

and then he saw you giggling with the guy, faces inches away from each other, were you kissing? he couldn’t tell. did you know he could see you? would it have been worse or better if you did? either way, he was angry, he didn’t care if you were playing a game or not you were his.

he walked out into the dance floor in search of you, a few feet away you finally locked eyes with each other. you didn’t stop what you were doing, you let the guy's hands graze your ass as you gyrated against him. you knew it was risky, that you were playing with fire but you didn’t care or maybe it was the liquid courage coursing through your veins. you could see by the look in his eyes he was pissed, your point being made you walked over to lewis.

‘hi’

‘who’s the guy?’

‘no one’

‘didn’t seem like no one’

you rolled your eyes, bored with this conversation which only frustrated him.

‘you’re right, he was just a random guy i was gonna fuck in the bathroom’

grabbing your wrist, he dragged you to a quiet secluded corner. pressing you up against the wall.

‘what’s your problem?'

‘my problem is you being a buzzkill right now’

‘drop the attitude or i’ll make you regret it’

‘and how are you gonna do that?’

he traced his hands up your thigh, under your skirt grazing your clothed pussy, your breath hitching you bit your bottom lip. pulling away you let out a whine, he smirked chuckling at your reaction.

‘you think you can make me jealous and i’ll give you what you want?’

‘who said i was trying to make you jealous? you never texted me back so i figured i’d find someone else to cum inside me’

he wrapped his hand around your neck, the other sliding under your panties. you moaned, opening and closing your mouth at a total loss for words. he had you right where he wanted or so he thought but you loved riling him up like this.

‘you want me to fuck you right here? you filthy slut.'

‘lewis…’

he chucked at your whining, the way you rolled your hips against him your desperate attempt at finding pleasure. his fingers running up and down your folds he groaned at how wet you were before plunging his fingers inside, not moving them he cupped your pussy before pressing you against the wall stilling your hips.

‘look at you, such a pathetic little brat. tell me who’s got you this wet?’

'you baby'

'that's what i thought, i need to remind you who owns this pussy?’

pulling out he shoved his fingers in your mouth, gagging as you sucked your juices off. one hand still wrapped around your throat he took his others in yours pressing your arm up against the wall as he crashed his lips against yours. it was rough, urgent only pulling away to catch your breaths. no words were needed, he took your hand in his and dragged you out of the club into a waiting car he wasted no time, his mouth back on yours. practically on top of him, he kissed along your neck sucking on a particular spot, you were sure he was purposely leaving you with a hickey. his hand travelling between your legs again you squeezed your legs shut in an attempt to stop him, now in a dimly lit car you felt far more exposed.

'lewis...behave'

he kissed back up your neck, nibbling on your earlobe he whispered. 'now you're shy? the back of my car is nothing compared to the paced club you would've let me fuck you in' he slid his hand back under your panties, thumb circling your throbbing clit he started to pump his fingers in and out of your hole. 'you're already so fucking wet, i think you're a much bigger whore than you pretend you're not' you bit down on your lip hard trying to suppress your moans. maybe it was because it was lewis or because you were a little drunk either way as much as you wanted to deny his word and tell him to stop you couldn't. he just kept toying with you, his moving his fingers painfully slow. he smirked as you tried not to squirm so much in your seat, seeing you like this quite literally under his thumb had him rock hard now. he stroked your cheek as he kissed you softly, his pace painfully slow. you let out whispered pleas, desperate for more but he just laughed.

'i thought you wanted me to stop? but look at you already begging' he cupped your breast pinching the hard nipple peeking through your dress, feeling generous only because he knew what he was going to do to you later, he quickened his pace. you pulled him for a kiss, to muffle your moans. your body tensing, you sucked in a deep breath, your nails digging into the nape of his neck as the wave of your orgasm crashed over you. he groaned as your pussy clenched around his fingers, slowing down his ministrations but not stopping.

'see i knew you'd be a good whore and cum for me'

and just like that, you pulled up to his home, pulling out his fingers and he took them in his mouth so casually, barely giving you a second glance as you both got out of the car. as soon as you were both through the door he lifted you off the ground like you weighed nothing, throwing you over his shoulders his patience wearing thin he needed you just as much as you needed him. giggling you slapped his back, 'lewis!' he carried you up the stairs throwing you onto the bed. 'much quicker, now strip' you were thankful you didn't have much on, only having to pull off your dress and underwear you crawled over to the lewis pulling off his trousers and boxers his cock sprung free. you wrapped your hands around him licking the precum, you weren't in a teasing mood hallowing your cheeks you took all of him, swirling your tongue. 'fuck that mouth of yours' he gathered your hair into a ponytail pulling you off.

'you're not in control here, i am and the things i'm gonna do to you tonight...you’ll be begging me to stop...’

you looked up at him with, mouth still open tongue sticking out, your pussy throbbing at his words - it sent a shiver down your spine thinking about what he had in store for you. 'look at you, you want my cock baby?' you nodded, sticking his thumb in your waiting mouth you sucked on it. 'open wide' he shoved his cock back into your waiting mouth causing you to gag, which only made him fuck your face even harder. he was relentless, the sight of your eyes watering and your gagging drove him insane. his climax nearing he slowed down allowing you to take over, you swirled your tongue around, cupping his balls you gave them a gentle squeeze, sending him over the edge he let out a loud moan and a string of curse words as he emptied himself into the back of your throat. 'fuck baby, you did so good' you smiled as he pulled you off his cock, switching from degrading you to praising you always threw you through a loop giving you both at the same time, you didn't know what you wanted to do more, be his slut or be his good girl. wiping your tears he kissed you deeply, falling back onto the bed. he pressed open mouth kisses down to your chest, flicking his tongue over your hard nipples biting and tugging, you let out a shaky breath arching your back.

'lewis...'

it's all you could seem to say, you were already out of it not that he would've cared for what you had to say, he was going to use you however he pleased and you were going to let him. he continued kissing down your body. settling in between your legs as he held them wide open.

'god, you're so fucking wet baby. let’s see how many times i can make you cum?’

he went down on you, sucking on your clit swirling his tongue around your sensitive nub. you rocked your hips against his mouth. he devoured your pussy like a starved man, he was relentless. it wasn’t long before your first orgasm came on, nothing but your loud moans and heavy breathing filling the room as he lapped up your juices. you squirmed as he pushed through your climax to bring on another. this time he used his fingers, kissing back up your body he took your breasts into his mouth alternating between both sucking and biting your nipples whilst his thumb circled your throbbing clit and his two fingers were pumping your cunt.

‘you hear that baby? the sounds your pussy makes cos you’re dripping wet’

you should’ve felt embarrassed at the sounds but all it did was turned you on, only lewis could get you this wet. he came up to your face kissing you as roughly as he was rubbing your clit. your nails dragged down his back, you suddenly came again. your toes curled, back arched as you threw your head back grabbing onto the head post behind you as you let out an almost primal scream, your body convulsing you squeezed your legs shut on his hand.

‘be a good girl for me and keep your legs open’

‘lewis…i—’

he interrupted whatever you were about to say, he grabbed you by the back of your head pulling you into a kiss, it wasn’t open for discussion it was a demand which you obliged, opening your legs. he slid out with ease, slapping your pussy you squirmed away snapping your legs again. he chuckled, getting back up and placing his knees on top of your thighs to hold you in place.

‘please, lewis…i can’t anymore…’

'i still need to punish you for your brattiness’

he slapped your pussy again and again and again.

you buried your head in the pillow, trying to hide your choked sobs.

‘don’t hide your face from me’

slapping your pussy, he sunk his fingers in you again, you cried out clenching around his fingers. with his free hand, he grabbed yours, you held him tight.

‘lewis…stop’

'come on baby, be a good slut for me'

you wanted to wipe the smug look off his face, he said you'd be begging him to stop and here you were begging and pleading for mercy. your body writhed, your voice hoarse, you lost count of how many times he had made you cum. you were spent, your body limp, your eyes were heavy, you were sure if you could’ve fallen asleep instantly. you were malleable like this, he loved how fucked out you were without having been stretched out around his cock yet. flipping you over onto your stomach you arched your back just your ass up. having you under him cumming countless times had him hard again, he gripped his cock rubbing up and down your folds.

‘fuck me already’

he groaned at your desperation, groping your ass he gave it a spank before slamming into your tight cunt. you gripped the bedsheet as lewis pounded into you, not bothering to touch your clit the angle of which fucked you in perfectly hitting your g-spot.

'shit, you take my cock so well, that's why this pussy is mine. no one will ever fuck you this well and treat you like the whore you are.'

he hammered into you at a brutal pace. his thrusts becoming sloppy as his climax approached, he found your incredibly sensitive clit again rubbing it. he loved the feeling of you cumming on his cock, the way you'd squeeze and milk him for every last drop.

'fuck baby, i'm gonna fill you up!'

with one last thrust he grabbed hold of your hips as he emptied his cum into your warm hole, he grunted and moaned as your walls clenched around him. the feeling of him playing with your clit and his cum filling you up drove you to the edge once more, you cried into the pillow letting out nothing but incoherent moans as your body shook uncontrollably. pulling out slowly, he watched as he cum dripped out of you and you laid there sprawled out not moving an inch. he collapsed beside you, pressing soft kisses on your shoulder, his hand between your cheeks as he smeared his cum along your folds.

'shit, you're gonna be the death of me'

'tell me to stop and i will'

he smirked knowing full well you wouldn't, you loved his cum in or on you. you loved the feeling of lewis filling you up and dripping out of you or better yet, him fucking his cum back into you.

'god, you're such fucking filthy cumslut'

for the final time that night he brought you to tears as he fucked his cum back into you, he watched as you circled your hips on his fingers letting out a string of curse words - the sight almost had him hard again as your final orgasm washed over you. you curled up into his body taking his hand, you sucked off the mix of both your juices on his fingers. he groaned at the sight, you never ceased to amaze him, even when you were fucked out of your mind you still managed to make his cock twitch.

'you were such a good girl but the next time you ever try and make me jealous, i'll treat you like you're nothing but a hole and instead of begging me to stop, you'll be begging me to let you cum.'

you squeezed your thighs together, maybe it was a little twisted that lewis's words turned you on but you didn't care. wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close, he stroked your hair whispering sweet nothings in your ear as you both dozed off to sleep.

#lewis hamilton smut #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton x you #lewis hamilton one shot #lewis hamilton fanfic #f1 smut #f1 fanfic

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xoxo-teddybear · 4 years ago

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What Have I Done? - Bakugou Katsuki- pt.2

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: Angst, Mentions of suicidal thoughts, fluff, insane behavior, nsfw, noncon! Dubcon!, murder, stalking, abusive behavior, yandere!Bakugou, cursing, blood, lowkey kinda slow burn (meaning the beginning is a little boring BUT IT GETS GOOD I SWEAR😭)

Ep. Warnings: Angst, hitting, cursing, stalking, kidnapping, murder

Summary: It’s been awhile since you’ve left him. Two months actually but it was two months too long. Katsuki was slowly going insane and I guess you could say he officially has because he’s officially snapped. You become his main target, his number one priority, his entire being even though you’re trying to leave him. But Katsuki won’t let you. You’re his..and in the words of Bakugou Katsuki..you always will be.

A/N: ....I made it a yandere story y’all. OH SHI-

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

Chapter 1

Twitch, twitch, twitch. That’s all Katsuki’s body been doing. Either his eyes or his fingers, his body is uncomfortably moving. Shit doesn’t feel right for him. And he knows exactly why. You left him.

The first week was horrible. All Katsuki did was cry. He even kept his destroyed home in shambles because he couldn’t find the motivation to do anything. If it wasn’t for Kirishima, Katsuki would have starved himself to death. The second week was just as bad. Nothing but a crying baby being taken care of by his best friend.

The third week is when Katsuki become a drunkard. He made Kirishima and the boys of the Bakusquad constantly take him out whenever. As long as the place served alcohol, he would go. He would go and drink himself to sleep. While he was intoxicated he would cry about how he misses you and how he was a terrible husband. He always said you deserved better but he was too in love with you to let you go. The 4th week was pretty much the same.

After a whole month without you, Katsuki threw himself into depression. For the entirety of the second month, he locked himself within the walls of his home. Thankfully, it was now considered a home environment once again after his dear friends cleaned the place up for him. Katsuki stayed inside all day, drank his soul away every night, and sobbed constantly. Constantly regretting how he neglected you, how he mistreated you, and how he hurt you. He doesn’t even know how he even brought himself to do that. Even though he’s been alone for almost 2 months, he still had hope that you would come back. That things would go back to normal and he would be a better husband to you, just like he promised.

Katsuki felt himself going mad and slipping away, but what pulled the trigger was what Kirishima brought to him on the 6th week.

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Flashback

“WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?”

Katsuki looked down at the papers in his hands. Kirishima had walked in with a nervous and sad look on his face when he gave Katsuki the papers you had the red head deliver. “Sorry man...”

Katsuki shook as he stared at the divorce papers with wide eyes. He saw you already signed it and all the paper needed was his signature. His face grew dark as something in his mind snapped. Katsuki turned to his friend and instructed him to get out of his home.

“What? Man are you alright?” Kirishima said. He walked to his best friend and when he reached a hand out for him, Katsuki pulled on his arm and pushed him out the door. He slammed it shut and locked it as he looked at the papers.

A scary smile grew on the man’s face. His eyes grew crazy as he laughed maniacally. Hysterically. As if what he held was the most hilarious thing in the world. His palms began to spark as he used his quirk to destroyed the papers. The quick blast made his hair floof around a bit and when it was over, a pile of ashes lay at his feet.

“She-....she thinks she can leave me?” Bakugou began to walk to the framed picture on the coffee table. He picked up the picture of you both on your last anniversary and ran his finger over the image of you. “Poor Princess....you can’t leave me. You need me. Just as much as I need you. I mean..hehe...look at what I mess I’ve been. I can only assume you must be worse. But it’s okay, love...I’ll find you soon enough..and I’ll help you feel better,” he walked to his bedroom and layed down on the soft mattress as he held the frame close to his chest as he stared sinisterly at the ceiling, “and we’ll never be apart again.”

—

The 7th week was when it began. Katsuki took some time off of work. He was gonna be too busy for hero work. He had something much more important to do. He had to bring you home.

Katsuki spent the 7th week looking for information on you. He was up 24/7 reading all he can, talking to as many people as he can, and doing all the digging he could until he found you. Unfortunately for him but luckily for you, he found nothing. It pissed him off. How could you have completely erased your existence? Did you just go into hiding or was he not searching hard enough.

This time, the luck switched. Katsuki was just walking to the store when he looked to the far side and saw you in a cab. He had to do a double take to make sure he wasn’t mistaken but after a good glance and taking a picture for confirmation, he knew it was you. His body almost betrayed him as he almost went in to run after you but luckily his brain stopped him. He had to think. Katsuki hid in an alleyway nearby as he watched you from the side. When the driver continued down the road, that’s when he began to follow you. He used his hero training and quirk to keep up with the car. He followed you for miles until the cab finally stopped at some hotel. He watched you walk in and decided this was far enough.

He knew where you were now. He could wait a little longer before snatching you up. If he did it now in broad daylight, chaos would break out. He had to wait for the perfect moment to get you back. He was okay with waiting. He knew where you’ve been staying, how to get there, and knew what time you got back from wherever that cab picked you up. And then it hit him. The cab.

Katsuki went back to look at the picture he took of you in the cab and checked the license plate. With this information, he went home to find where the vehicle was.

Katsuki busted the door open to his home and ran straight to his in-home office. He went to log onto his work laptop that he used for hero work. The laptop contained the tools and websites that would allow him to find the cab. He finally reached the site he was looking for and went back to the picture. There, he typed in the license plate number.

“よ 57-342” he whispered aloud. Finally, he located the vehicle and went to find it. Katsuki followed the location until he found the house where the driver stayed. He waited in hiding, hoping someone would come out and hoped that the someone would be the driver. He waited and waited until finally, after almost 2 hours of waiting, a man came out. Katsuki quickly pulled up the picture and made sure it was the same person who was driving you, and to his luck, it was.

He quickly ran to the driver before he could get into the cab and pulled him into a dark corner. He slammed the man up against the wall and pulled up a picture of you. “Listen! You dropped this girl off at a hotel, I need to know where you picked her up! Tell me! Now!”

“W-whoa!” The driver exclaimed as he took notice of Katsuki’s identity. “Y-you’re Dynamight!”

Katsuki sucked his teeth at the fact that this guy knew who he was but then again, he wasn’t surprised. He was the number 2 hero after all. “Yeah! I am! Now tell me where you picked up my wife you dog-faced loser!” He screamed.

“Y-you’re wife??” The man looked at the picture and recognized you and the name you gave him. “Oh! M-Miss Y/N! Yes! Uh-..uh- I- she- I- ..I picked her up from a gym!” The man exclaimed.

“What gym?! Tell me!!!” Bakugou shouted at the man.

“I-I’m sorry! I don’t know if I can! She- she said she got divorced so how can I trust you’re her husband?!” The man shouted in fear.

“Are you calling me a liar?! I’m a fucking pro-hero! Why would I pull some bullshit like that! Tell me where my wife was! What?! Gym?!” Bakugou screamed once more. In fear, the man gave Katsuki the information he needed.

“Hosu Gym!” The man shook and Bakugou stared for a minute to scare the poor guy before dropping him to the ground. As he walked away, the man spoke up once more. “D-Dynamight, sir. I-If miss Y/N doesn’t want to see you..and you’re forcing information out of people..I’ll have to tell the authorities..sir.”

“You’re not gonna do a damn thing. You hear me?!” The pro screamed. Bakugou side eyed the man as he watched the driver get up from the ground.

“Sir. From the small conversation we had in the car, Miss Y/N said she was divorced-“

“We aren’t divorced!!” Bakugou said as he made a random explosion to intimidate the man. “We are still together, and she is still my wife, and none of this is any of your business!” Bakugou began to walk away but heard the driver grumble something under his breath that triggered something in his brain.

“I can see why she left a crazed man like you...” the driver mumbled. Katsuki quickly snapped his body to face the man and jumped on him. His burning hand found it’s way around the man’s neck and began to squeeze.

“The hell did you say?! You’re gonna wish you never said that you fucking fool, cuz now those are gonna be your last words!” Bakugou said before he activated an explosion and killed the man. Katsuki took deep breaths before realizing what he did and for some reason, he felt no remorse. And he knows why.

“That idiot should’ve known better than to talk about me and Y/N like that...s’his own fault he died.” Bakugou said before walking away from the gruesome scene. He acted like nothing happened as he made his way to Hosu Gym. He just needed to know what time your got there and when. Then, he could finally go home before continuing his plan for the next day.

—

The blonde decided to wait for some time before he went into the building. It was getting dark and so the gym would be closing soon. He waited and waited until finally, the place was empty. Empty except for the man who worked at the front desk.

Katsuki slipped in right before closing and hid himself in the locker room. He waited 10 minutes before going out and finding the one employee he saw. After exploring the area, Katsuki found the man sitting on a bench. He snuck up behind him, and pounced. He covered the man’s mouth as he tugged him into the back room. Once inside, The blonde threw the man in and locked the door to prevent anyone getting in or out.

“W-What is going on? D-Dynamight, what is happening?” The employee asked in fear. He assumed a threat was going on or some trouble was taking place outside of the gym. He had no idea the trouble was standing right in front of him.

“I need you to tell me when this lady came in.” Bakugou said and pulled up a picture of you. The man looked at the picture and shook his head.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t recognize-“

“YOU WILL! This woman came in here today and I need to know what time! TELL ME!” Bakugou screamed as he lit sparks in his palm. The man shook in fear at the hero’s booming voice and began to look harder. After a minute, he finally spoke.

“I- I remember. She came in hours ago! Sometime around 12 to 2!” The man said in hopes the yelling would stop. It didn’t.

“ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID?! There’s a huge space in between! I need to know exactly what time she came in! Don’t you morons have a sign in?!” Bakugou screamed.

“We do! We do sir!” The man nodded his head in fear. Bakugou huffed before walking over to him and dragging him by his collar to seat him on the chair in front of the computer.

“Then get into your data base and FIND MY WIFE!” The blonde screamed. The worker nodded frantically before getting right into it. Bakugou watched his every move and the computer. He kept a sparkling hand right next to the man’s head to keep him intimidated as he worked. Eventually, Bakugou saw your profile picture on the screen when the man scrolled down. “Stop. Her. Check what time she came in.”

The man read the drafts and spoke. “1:30 p.m.”

Bakugou nodded before walking to the door and unlocking it. He turned to the trembling man and gave a quick warning with a sinister smile. “If I ever find out that you told anybody, even your own damn friends or family, about what happened tonight, I won’t hesitate to come back and kill you. Am I clear?”

The man gave a quick and jittery “y-yes sir!” As he watched the pro-hero leave the room. Once Bakugou was gone, the man let out a breath of relief and allowed the few tears he was holding back to fall. Bakugou Katsuki definitely struck fear into those of the lives he met.

With this simple information, Bakugou smirked as he walked out the gym doors. He knows where you live, what gym you go to, what day you go, and what time you arrive. You were always a very punctual person. You had a schedule and you followed it through and through. He completely trusted the fact that when he came back here next week, he would be sure to see you. All he had to do now was wait 7 days.

—

7 days have passed and Katsuki was waiting for your presence in the gym. After finding out you arrived at 1:30, he showed up almost an hour earlier at 12 just in case. He waited and waited for you to show. He was almost out of patience, but after seeing that it was only 1:00, he settled the slightest bit. It wasn’t until he took notice of a familiar figure at the desk.

The man Katsuki had threaten nights ago was shivering and shaking in his boots as he greeted people at the door. He was aware that the pro hero was in the building and after the incident of what went down that night, he was definitely scared for his life. Bakugou began to walk to the man and said man could feel a scary aura coming around. When he turned, he was greeted with the sight of a smirking Katsuki.

“Hey friend,” Bakugou said with his hands in his pockets.

The man jumped at the sound of his voice and his scary presence made his eyes teary. “H-Hello Dynamight.”

“Thought I’d just come by to warn you again. When Y/N walks through those doors, don’t you fucking dare try telling her about me or my presence here. Got that.....” Katsuki said looking down at the man’s name tag. “Hiro Itadori? ‘Cuz if you do, your body goes boom. Understand?”

“Y-Yes Sir!” Hiro said as he looked to the ground with wide eyes as he felt himself break into a cold sweat. Bakugou patted the man’s back, causing him to flinch but when the hero walked away right after, Hiro calmed down. Unfortunately, that only lasted for about a second before you walked in.

“Hello Hiro!” You joyfully said. Your voice reached the ears of your ex-husband. Or more so, your “supposed to be” ex-husband. His ears perked up and he smirked as he hid behind a corner wall, taking the view of you in.

“Y/N.” He whispered to himself. He smiled and a blush bloomed on his porcelain skin as he admired you from afar. You were just as beautiful as he remembered. If anything, your looks seemed to have only gotten better. He watched as the man nervously greeted you and allowed you to go through with your workout. Katsuki smirked as he knew the man gave no hint at him being there, and so he would be able to watch you in peace.

Katsuki wasn’t there to keep tabs on your workout and what exercises you did. He was there just to watch you. Of course, while doing so, he admired you, but he was there to gain selfish intel. He watched you from start to end. Once you finished he followed you to your next location. It was still early and so it was safe to assume you weren’t heading to bed yet. He followed you back to your hotel and waited in another area until you walked out again. Sure enough, you did.

For the rest of the day, Bakugou followed and stalked your every move. He watched where you work, where you spent your free time, he followed you to the new cafe you seemed to enjoy, and then he followed you back to your hotel. Instead of waiting in another area and watching from afar, Bakugou climbed the side of the building and watched you from your hotel balcony through the glass door. He payed attention to your every move and noted what time you went to bed. Satisfied with the day’s revelations, he went back to his own home.

Knowing this information, Katsuki was able to sleep a little more peacefully. For the next few weeks, Katsuki followed this procedure. He became a full time stalker, even going so far as to call out of work for some time to put his full attention in you. He watched you like a hawk. He took note of everywhere you went, where you ate, who you spoke to, and what you did. All of it became engraved into his brain.

Now, Katsuki stood at your balcony for the umpteenth time as he stared at your sleeping form. It was deep into the night and with the moonlight on his back, he found enough courage and craze to open the door. He walked in quietly and shut the door, blocking the chilly air from seeping in to awaken your unconscious state. He approached your bed and crouched down to meet your face.

“Still as perfect as ever,” he whispered as he removed a few strands of hair out of your face. His touch didn’t seem to startle you and Katsuki took it as your body naturally indulging in his familiar touch. He blushed at the feeling of your oh so soft skin as his fingertips grazed your pillowy cheeks. His hand finally cupped the side of your face as his thumb drew circles along your skin. Your head unconsciously nuzzled into his warmth like it used to and Katsuki couldn’t help but smile. “Don’t worry Teddy Bear...I’ll bring you home soon.”

With that, Katsuki leaned down and softly placed a kiss on your lips. This was the lightest kiss he ever bestowed upon you. The pressure and weight was similar to a feather and the blonde struggled to restrain himself once he came in contact. He craved more but his mind knew better. Reluctantly, he pulled away and removed his hand from your face. He walked away, back to the balcony to take his leave but not before turning to look back at you. “Real soon.”

—

You woke up to a sense of familiarity in your room. Although you were alone, you could’ve sworn there was this chilling presence. It was faint but it was there. Taking in a breath and looking around at your surroundings, you reluctantly got out of bed and got ready for the day.

You did the usual. Got ready, got dressed, had breakfast, and went about your day. You went to the market to picked up a few things and ended up staying much longer than you liked. You walked in during daylight and came out when the sun was setting. You sighed in disappointment.

“Guess I can skip the gym this one time. I might as well get back home, read a book or two..” you went on talking to yourself about your schedule. You walked with the groceries in hand as you enjoyed the scenery on your way back, however, even with the shining sun creating it’s golden hour with a beautiful purple sky, you couldn’t help but feel wary of the stillness in the wind.

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‘Where the fuck is she?!’ Bakugou thought to himself. He waited at the gym all damn day. He waited and waited to see your beautiful face but you never showed. If he had known that you would’ve skipped out on the gym today he wouldn’t have came here and wasted his time. Today was supposed to be the day. The day you came home.

Shaking off his negative thoughts, Bakugou continued with his backup plan. Although it would hurt his soul to bring harm to his precious princess, he reminded himself that he was doing this for her. He’s been so broken for the past months, he could only imagine how destroyed you must be. Hurting you was his way of helping you.

And so, Bakugou made his way to your hotel, where he found himself standing infront of your glass door at your balcony. To his dismay, you weren’t there. He released a huff before climbing down and once again, began to wait. He waited and waited in hiding, constantly on the lookout for you. It’s hard to find you in the city when you don’t follow your daily schedule, but knowing where you currently resided to get your rest made his job much easier.

Finally, after some time, he heard the familiar and comforting sound of your humming voice as you sang a little song to yourself. Bakugou took the sight of you in and blushed at your beauty from afar. He allowed himself to soak in the sound of your pretty voice before making his move. “Sorry Princess.”

—

You finally made it to the hotel. After your long stroll, you couldn’t wait to get some rest. Except, the closer you got, the more tense you became. You could feel the suspenseful aura in the air and your pace soon slowed down. Eventually, you came to a stop as your nerves got the best of you.

“Hello?” You said in the wind. You looked around and saw nothing but the pitch black night illuminated by the street lights and stars.

“Is someone there?” You asked again, turning your head another direction. Nothing but leaves in the wind. You released a sigh and continued your walk but became startled due to the sound of squirrels fighting in the trees.

“Ah!” You screamed and dropped your bag. After taking notice of the two animals going at it, you chuckled to yourself and turned to pick up your bag, unfortunately being startled once again at the sight of shoes in front of you. “AH!”

You jumped back in fear and took a fighting stance before you settled and relax at the sight of your supposed ex-husband. “Bakugou..it’s just you.”

“Mm, nope.” Bakugou said as he bent down to pick up your bag and hand it to you. “It’s Katsuki.”

His words sent your eyes rolling as you took your bag back with a hesistant hand. Something seemed..off.

“Not anymore. Thanks for the help. Bye.” You attempted to walk on to your hotel entrance but his arm stopped you.

“What? That’s it? Thanks? Bye?” Bakugou asked while gently pushing your body back in front of him. “We should talk, Y/N.”

“There’s nothing to talk abou-“

“There is.” Bakugou said with a firm voice, grabbing your full attention. Seeing your doe eyes look at him with caution caused him to settle. Bakugou sighed through his nose and allowed his hands to rest on your waist. “I miss you, Y/N. I want you to come back home.”

You shook your head at the idea and scrunched your eyes as you tried to step out of his hold. “Bakugou..”

“Hear me out, okay? It won’t be like last time, Teddy Bear-“

“You don’t know that-“

“I do. Because I’m going to try harder for you and I’m going to hold onto you and I’m not gonna ruin us for a second time. I still love you Y/N. I always have and I always will.” Bakugou sweetly said. You looked at him with the same eyes of caution before you placed your hands over his, giving him a sign of hope.

“I’m sorry, Bakugou,” you said, pulling his hands off of your waist. “I sent divorce papers. I don’t want to be with you anymore. I don’t love you anymore.”

“You don’t mean that.” Bakugou said with full confidence. Although you pulled his hands away from your waist, you still allowed him to keep a hold on your own hands.

“...I should.” You said looking down. With each word of denial, Bakugou took a step closer, invading your personal space. “You should get going-“

“No, Y/N-“

“Bakugou-“

“Baby. I know you still want me. I know you still love me and I know you’re excited that I’m back. I love you...and you love me. So just admit it.” He said, inches away from your face. You stared in his eyes with a look of longing...and a hint of love. He was right. You did still love him. But after the neglect and harm he’s brought you, you didn’t know if you did want to go back. You didn’t know.

Sensing your hesistation, Bakugou slowly moved in to close the gap between you two. His hands let go off yours as he wrapped his arms around your waist. His face inched closer to yours and when you didn’t stop him, he continued. Finally, he gently placed his lips upon your own and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel something again. His kisses always brought a comforting feeling of butterflies in your stomach and after a second of feeling his warm lips, you kissed him back. Your hands found way around his neck as you pulled him in deeper and you could feel Bakugou smile into the kiss. It was hot and passionate. You were out in the open but for a moment it felt like no one else in the world existed. You would’ve gotten lost in the kiss had it not been for you remembering the situation you were in with the man.

Reluctantly, you gently pushed Bakugou off of you, but he still managed to press his forehead to your own. “Katsuki...you should go home.”

“Not without you.” He softly said. You shook your head as you completely pushed him off of you and gathered your things.

“Please...just go.” You said and began to walk away but Bakugou held onto your arm to stop you from moving any further.

“I’m not leaving without you, Y/N. Come home.” He stated.

“Bakugou! Just leave!” You shouted as you turned to him. When you faced the blonde man, you were shocked to see a crazed smile decorating his face.

“Too bad. I’m not asking Y/N. I’m telling. You’re coming home with me. Tonight.” He said and you scoffed at him with slight fear.

“You’re crazy!” You said and tried to shake his hold off of you, but of course failed.

“About you? Yes.” He said as he pulled you in closer. You squirmed against his hold until he pressed you in his chest and kept you in his grasp. You continued to fight against him but he grabbed your face with one hand to force you to stop and look at him.

“Let me go!”

“Listen! You either come home with me the easy way..or my way.” He warned. You looked at him with fear laced all around your face as you watched his insane side surface. You began to squirm again and fight once more.

“I’m not going!” You spat. Bakugou just released a simple laugh before caressing the side of your face.

“Yes. You are.” With that, the gentle hand on the side of your face formed into a first as he swung and knocked you out. You dropped unconscious in his hold and Bakugou was quick to carry you princess style and walk away, abandoning your groceries on the sidewalk.

“Shoulda listened. Cant believe you forced me to hurt you like that, baby.” Bakugou spoke to your unconscious state as he walked back home through dead city streets. “Don’t worry though, I’ll take care of you once we make it back. And then, we’ll never be apart again. I promise.”

—

You awoke to chains being locked on your wrist that were tied against a headboard. You layed on a large mattress in a dark room with a dim light. As you looked around, you recognized the familiar place. The place you used to make love for hours with your ex-husband. The place where movie dates and cuddle sessions were a must. The place you locked yourself in before leaving your last relationship. Katsuki’s bedroom.

You tried to jump out of bed but the restraints pulled you back down. You tried to scream and only muffled sounds could be heard. Katsuki taped your mouth shut. You tried using your quirk but it didn’t work. You looked to your restraints and saw the cuffs he used to hold you were quirk restraining cuffs. With nothing else to do, you tossed and turned in the bed as you allowed the muffled sounds to be as loud as they could. Eventually, the ruckus you were making brought the attention of your captor. Katsuki Bakugou.

Hearing all the noise, Bakugou busted opened the door to be met with your frustrated and teary eyes. You glared at him as he smirked at your locked up state. He took the opportunity to walk up to you and caress your face.

“I’m so sorry I had to hit you baby,” he said leaning down to place a kiss on your forehead. “But you left me with no choice. All you had to do was come home on your own free will and I wouldn’t have had to do all that.”

You began to tremble with anger and fear as you stared up at the man. Your teary eyes challenged his insane rubies as he sat on the side of the bed.

“How does it feel to be back? Hm?” He asked, ripping off the tape. You groaned at the pain and grew sick as you saw Bakugou pervertedly lick his lips at the sound. You leaned back and huffed with heavy breath before answering him.

“What the hell is wrong with you?! Let me go!” You screamed. He only looked at you in confusion as another sinister smile took place on his lips.

“Why would I do that, Teddy Bear?” He asked, allowing his thumb to create sweet and soft circles on your cheek.

“I don’t want you anymore Katsuki! I don’t want to be with you!” Bakugou merely raised a brow at your words and continued to listen. “You burned me-“

*SMACK*

You looked at the man in front of you with fear and shock written on your face. Your cheek stung as your face now turned to the side but Bakugou quickly changed that by taking you by your chin to make you face him and wrapped a hand around your neck, chocking you. You gasped for air as Bakugou’s smirk became replaced with a frown and his brows became pointed.

“How dare you?! You’re asking what’s wrong with me but what the hell is wrong with you?! You left me, for months, Y/N. I was heartbroken. I was basically dead with you gone. I did you a fucking favor bringing you back. If I was so fucked, I can only imagine how horrible you must’ve been feeling. You’re lucky I came and save you. Saved us. And now, we can be happy again.” He explained.

“K-...Katsuki-..p-please!” You forced out, trying to beg for air.

“SHUT UP! I saved you, Y/N. So don’t even try to mention the little accident that happened so long ago, baby. Now you can forgive me. And don’t worry..I’m ready to listen to all the apologies you surely have for me...even if I have to choke them out of you.” He seethed with his hand tightening. Your eyes began to pop as the blood flow began to fill your face. Your eyes turned red as you struggled for air.

“I-...I-I’m..K-Katsuki! ...I’m sorry!” You shouted as best as you could. Luckily for you, the second you did, Bakugou’s hand lost its grip and simply rested on your neck. You choked and coughed as you relished in the sweet taste of oxygen. He smiled and leaned down to give your lips a sweet peck to shut you up and tapped your cheek before he walked to the door. Before leaving, he turned around to look at you and give you your official welcome back.

“I’m glad you’re home, baby. Can’t believe you really tried leaving. You’re mine, Y/N. And you always will be....don’t forget it.”

He slammed the door shut, walking away from the room with a smile. And you?

You cried.

A/N: Back by popular demand, we have part 2 to “What Have I Done.” How was it? In my opinion the beginning SUCKED! But I promise it’ll get better! The story will focus on Y/N and Bakugou’s new lives now so stay tuned and I hope you guys enjoyed it!

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The Beginning Is the End Is the Beginning

Chapter 45: What God Has Done

❧ Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader ❧ Era: Season 7 ❧ Pronouns: she/her ❧ Warnings: mild swearing ❧ Word Count: 3.3k (short one, but the next one is long)

❧ In This Chapter: As a last resort, Reader questions a God she doesn't believe in, accusing him of orchestrating the tragedy around her. At the Sanctuary, Daryl is tortured, and expected to conform to the Saviors' way of life.

❧ A/N: Based on my own relationship with religion (except I didn't grow up religious, but I had to make the Reader a little different from me lol). Also, we get a glimpse into the Sanctuary where Daryl is being held and what he's going through. Poor baby. I hate when he's imprisoned there. I also took the liberty of adding a bit more Daryl backstory because why not.

The door opened, and with it came a beam of cold, harsh light and the thin figure of Dwight slowly approaching.

Daryl covered his eyes weakly, still adjusting to the sudden burst of light pouring in through the cell door.

He felt so vulnerable as he looked up at Dwight, a man he could easily overcome in any other situation. Now, however, Daryl was naked, injured, hungry, and locked away deep in the heart of the Saviors’ territory.

He breathed heavily as the man inched closer. He noticed there was something in his hands—a paper plate. He held it out to him, and Daryl immediately focused on the sandwich, if you could call it that, atop the plate.

He grabbed it before shoving it into his mouth. He was so hungry. He hadn’t eaten in… two days. Not since dinner the night before…

The expired dog food slapped haphazardly between two pieces of moldy bread wasn’t anything compared to the rice pilaf you made for him, but it would keep him alive.

Alive… and treated like an abused dog.

Dwight stood there, in Daryl’s angel-wing vest, and watched him eat. Daryl looked over to him as he chewed, and felt so disgusted with himself, with the situation he was in. Most of all, he felt vulnerable, like a little child. Not unlike the child he used to be, cowering in fear of his father.

Every once in a while, his father would lock him in his room for days on end, no food or water or human interaction. If he remembered correctly, it was almost worse than being beaten or cut up by him. He only did that when he was drunk, though. When he was sober, he’d punish him with isolation and neglect. It was a miracle Daryl even learned how to speak at all. Days without socialization and proper nutrition during such a crucial time in childhood development theoretically should have stunted his mental and physical growth much more than it did.

He supposed he had his brother to thank for showing any semblance of care towards him. He was about ten years older, and as such he was capable of sneaking Daryl out and running away from home with him whenever he could (and whenever Merle wasn't in a juvenile detention center somewhere).

When Daryl became old enough to sneak out on his own, and figured out how to do so, he would. That was when Merle left, ran away for good and joined the military, like so many of the Dixon's before him.

So, Daryl stayed home. He wanted to run away, too, but a part of him felt bad leaving his father to rot. The man had inflicted such pain upon him throughout his life, but he was blood. That was what he instilled in both him and Merle—undying loyalty, especially to him.

Merle was much too callous to care. He ran away without much thought to whatever happened to their father, but Daryl was different. He always was. He felt so much, and it was easier to take advantage of that. He couldn’t leave his father, not for a long time. Not until he was twenty-five. That was when he finally stood up to him and left to live with Merle for several years, being "low-lifes," some would say.

Even after he escaped the oppressive grasp of his father, he felt like he wasn't his own person, that he wasn't really free, until the world ended. Funny how so many people's lives came to an abrupt halt when the dead started to walk the earth, but for Daryl, his life had just begun. He finally felt free, free from the pain of his childhood. It haunted him, and the residual effects were still there, but he was at least physically free. Now, he wasn’t.

Sitting in that cell, being tossed dog food and tortured with the constant sound of a horrible song blaring from just outside his door, the same one on repeat constantly… that was what he’d been reduced to.

Cold. Filthy. Naked… Well, until Dwight threw a disgusting sweatshirt and matching sweatpants in his face. Not long after that, Dwight barged in again to drag him down the hall and into the makeshift doctor’s office.

“Carson,” Dwight called to the doctor, pushing Daryl through the door.

“We were just finishing up,” the doctor said.

There was a woman sitting on the exam bed. Daryl hardly looked at her, but he recognized her as one of the women who was with Dwight that day he first came across him. Daryl assumed she was his wife.

Only now, Dwight seemed a bit more hostile towards her. “Chop-chop,” he said.

The woman rose from her seat. “Hi, D,” she said to him awkwardly.

“Hey,” he huffed.

Turning her attention to Daryl, she seemed to recognize him, too. “Daryl, right?”

“Don’t talk to him,” Dwight said harshly, then pushed Daryl towards the exam bed where he sat silently.

“Whatever they say,” the woman said to Daryl, “just do it.”

“I said don’t talk to him,” Dwight repeated.

She left after that, and the doctor began to examine Daryl’s bullet wound. “It’ll get better,” he said. “If you let it.”

No shit, he thought. Don’t need a fancy degree to know that.

“Negan will take care of you,” he said. “Trust me.”

Another day or so went by in that damn cell. Daryl couldn’t really keep track of the time, all he knew was it felt like forever. He kicked at the door, searched every crevice for a way out. There wasn’t any, besides kneeling.

When he thought he did find a way out, when the door was left unlatched, he snuck out.

Of course, it was a trick.

He got as far as outside the door, but the Saviors soon surrounded, and so did Negan.

“Who are you?” Negan asked one of the Saviors.

“Negan,” he said.

“Who are you?” Negan asked another man.

“Negan,” he said.

“Who are you?” he asked the rest of them.

“Negan,” they all said.

“You see that? I am everywhere, and this was your shot to prove to me that that fundamental fact was sinking in, and you failed. Which sucks, ‘cause your life was about to get so much cooler. Am I right?”

“Damn right,” responded a Savior.

Negan chuckled as he poked at Daryl’s feet with the tip of his bat.

“Now,” he said, “Dwight gave you some options. I don’t think you get it yet, so I’m gonna break it down for you. You have three choices. One, you wind up on the spike and you work for me as a dead man. Two, you get out of your cell, you work for points, but you’re gonna wish you were dead. Or three, you work for me, you get yourself a brand new pair of shoes, and you live like a king. The choice seems pretty obvious, you should know, there is no door number four. This is it, this is the only way.”

Daryl just scowled at him.

Negan chuckled. “Screw it.” He raised his bat and came just an inch or two from bashing Daryl’s head in. To his surprise, Daryl didn’t even flinch.

“Wow!” Negan exclaimed. “You don’t scare easy. I love that! But Lucille… well, it kind of pisses her off. She finds it to be disrespectful. Lucky for you, she’s not feeling too thirsty today, but I am… so, I’m gonna go get me a drink!”

He whistled as he left Daryl to be beaten senseless by the Saviors.

Still, he preferred it to becoming one of Negan’s lapdogs.

A few hours passed, at least, Daryl thought they did, and he was taken out again to meet Negan.

“Jesus,” Negan said when Dwight pushed him into the room. “You look awful!”

Negan went on to explain how Dwight went on to become one of Negan’s “top guys,” and that Daryl could be like him. It was a long-winded story, but what Daryl got from it was that Dwight, his wife, and her sister ran away from the Saviors, then came back and begged for forgiveness. His wife, Sherry, said she’d agree to become one of Negan’s wives if he let Dwight live. Still, Dwight “got the iron,” which was how that hideous burn scar ended up on his face. After that, Dwight was loyal to Negan.

The story didn’t prove much to Daryl, only that Dwight was a coward and should have kept running when he had the chance.

“You look around here,” Negan said after telling Daryl his little anecdote. He gestured to the room, set up to be a small studio apartment with a bed, kitchenette, and living space. “This, well… it can all be yours. All you gotta do is answer one, simple question. Who are you?”

Negan chuckled when Daryl didn’t answer. “What, does the cat got your tongue? You’re just overwhelmed by the awesomeness of this? I’m gonna ask you one more time.” Negan inched closer to Daryl and held the bat close to his face. “Who are you?”

There was a heavy silence in the room. Daryl didn’t speak, just glared at Negan, holding his gaze stoically.

Negan could present him with a gilded palace… a diamond encrusted chalice… a bed of goose feathers… a marvel statue carved in his own likeness… still, it wouldn’t be you, or your home in Alexandria, or the life he had there, the people he cared about. That was what he was holding on for, the reason he couldn’t do what Dwight had done.

He said one word, but it wasn’t the one Negan wanted: “Daryl.”

“This is the only way—” Dwight began to say to him.

Negan shushed him, all the while smiling widely at Daryl. “It’s cool, D… he made his choice. Ain’t my problem if he made a dumbass choice.”

Back to the cell it was.

“I get why you did it,” Daryl said to Dwight after he shoved him back into the cell. “Why you took it.”

Dwight stared at the man in disbelief.

“You were thinking about someone else,” he continued. “That’s why I can’t.”

Back in Alexandria, things were quiet.

They had been for the past three days since you returned, and news of what happened settled in like a plague.

Aside from your lack of sleep and your constant worrying, you were holding it together. A lot of people still looked to you as a beacon of hope and positivity, so you kept up the image.

It wasn’t just Daryl you missed now, it was Maggie and Carol, too. Maggie was back at the Hilltop, and Carol had run away the same morning you went after Daryl.

Alexandria was weak, and Rick was scared. You couldn’t blame him, but it disappointed you a bit that he wasn’t already planning some kind of fight against the Saviors. Still, you tried to carry on relatively normally for the time being.

You didn’t have any classes today, so you did something you’d been thinking about for the last few days: you paid a visit to the church.

Now, you weren’t religious. You were, essentially, an atheist, you just hated calling yourself that from the stigma surrounding the word, but by definition, it’s what you were.

When Daryl was taken, however, you felt a divine intervention. It wasn’t that you needed to pray to God that Daryl was all right, it was that you needed to confront him about what he’d done.

It was easier to blame God, to accuse him of orchestrating the chain of events which led to the brutal death of Glenn and Abraham, and the kidnapping of Daryl. Though you didn’t believe in him, your irrational rage did.

Tentatively pushing the doors to the church open, you were relieved to see it was empty. You had dreaded going there the past few days because you didn’t want to run into Father Gabriel. He’d been surprisingly helpful during the raid of the Saviors’ outpost, but you still didn’t trust him fully after what he’d said about your group.

That seemed like a lifetime ago, though. Now, you had much more to worry about than the acceptance of the Alexandrians.

You sat yourself down at the front pew, looking up at the stained glass cross. A part of you wished it was a Catholic church, that way you could look up at a crucified Jesus Christ right in the face and accuse him of all the evil in the world, and everything bad that had ever happened to you.

Alas, this was a very bare-bones Protestant church, with no elaborate bloody crucifixes or iconography to be seen.

Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes and began speaking out loud. No one was there, so you could be as vulgar and impassioned as you liked.

“I don’t believe in you,” you started by saying. “I used to, but I don’t anymore, so I feel stupid doing this, but it’s my last resort. I’m not here to beg you for anything, if you are real, or even listening. I’m here to feel like… like someone can be held accountable. I want to pin this all on you, everything. The world turning to shit… everyone we’ve lost… every chance of stability that’s been ripped from our hands… that’s all you. I’m blaming it on you. That way, things make a little… a little more sense.”

You understood now why religion appealed to people so much—it answered questions, it took responsibility, it eased pain. Opiate for the masses.

“Maybe if I believed in you, things would be easier. Everything that’s happened would be God’s work, and I would feel like it all happened for a reason. But… I can’t believe that. I don’t think any of this happens for a reason. There’s… there’s no thought to it, no predestined result. None of this was meant to happen, not one bit of it. It just did. Hell, I wasn’t even meant to meet Daryl, or anyone here, but it happened, and I’m thankful it did. This world, everything, it’s all just chaos. We’re all… lost, and nothing happens for a reason. That’s why it’s so goddamn scary.”

You sighed and shook your head, trying hard not to tear up thinking about the state of things. “So, I guess I’m doing this to take the load off a bit. It’s hard, you know… not believing. When I did believe, when I was a kid, it helped. Knowing what I know now, I just can’t. I wish I could, I really do, just to feel like there’s some kind of order to it. I can’t fool myself, not after everything. If things turned out differently, maybe I could, but not now.”

You swallowed hard, and you felt a familiar lump forming in your throat. “I—I want you to take responsibility for this,” you said, your voice breaking as you fought back tears. “You did this, and you should be ashamed… for everything.”

You laughed and shook your head, crying all the while. “I’m not surprised this doesn’t make me feel better.”

A long silence passed, filled only with your sniffling and quiet whimpering, until you heard a throat clearing come from behind you. You turned your head quickly and set eyes on Father Gabriel. Standing up, you straightened out your dress and pushed back your tears.

“I, um… didn’t know you were there,” you said. “Did—did you hear all of that?”

Gabriel smiled. “Well, yes,” he said, stepping closer to you. “I did. I’m… sorry for eavesdropping.”

You shook your head. “No, no, this is… your place.” You gestured to the empty church around you. You awkwardly rubbed the back of your neck. “I sort of blasphemed a lot, didn’t I?”

Gabriel lowered his head and laughed. “A little… well, a lot, yes. I don’t blame you, though. Sometimes even I lose faith.”

You nodded. “That’s normal, right? For religious people?”

He shrugged. “I suppose. It’s human nature, questioning. No harm in that.”

“Doesn’t the Bible discourage questioning?”

You were in uncharted territory. What you knew about the Bible died long ago with your faith. You had always meant to get around to reading it all the way through, with an atheist’s perspective this time, but it didn’t work out.

“Depends on who you ask,” he said. “I don’t believe so, but it’s up to interpretation. That’s why there’s so many different schools of thought.”

“No one could agree on one thing, huh?”

Gabriel laughed. “Correct. Human nature at work again.”

You could have made a snarky comment about how, according to his religion, God created humans to be like that, but you didn’t feel like arguing over something so pointless. In the end, you believed in one thing and he believed in another. There was no changing either of you, and you hoped he thought that way, too. You weren’t looking to be converted.

“Right,” you agreed, then sighed. “Well, I’ll just be leaving then. Don’t want to stink up the place.”

Gabriel scoffed. “You’re always welcome here,” he said, then stepped even closer to you and gave you a serious look. “And I… want you to know that I’m keeping you and Daryl in my prayers. I know this is a difficult time for you.”

You’d seen people say things like that with a fake sincerity, but something about the way he said it seemed real, like he sympathized with you genuinely.

“Thank you, Gabriel. I appreciate that.”

He nodded. “I—I know you don’t believe, but I would be willing to pray with you if you’d like to try it… chaos be damned.”

You snorted, then thought about the offer a while.

Yes, you came there to berate God for what he’d done, but you were desperate, and if praying could help bring Daryl back home, even if it were just confirmation bias, you’d do it. Whatever it took to get him back.

“Okay,” you said. “Just… don’t put me down for Sunday service, all right?”

Gabriel held his hands up in defense. “I won’t. Just a one-time thing.”

Gabriel stepped closer to you yet again and held out his hands before you. You looked at him curiously before he nudged his head towards his hands, and you got the hint.

Laying your hands gently in his, you mimicked his actions as he closed his eyes and bowed his head.

“Dear Heavenly Father,” he said, “we ask of you to watch over your child, Daryl, and to bring him back home to Alexandria, safe and unharmed. We ask of you, in all your mercy, to also look after (Y/N) during this trying time. Please bless her and keep her. Amen.”

“Amen,” you repeated, a little awkwardly given your less than stellar communication skills with the Good Lord.

You opened your eyes slowly, and met Gabriel’s stare. He smiled at you. “Did—did I do that right?”

He laughed. “Yes.”

You nodded your head before the sudden sound of approaching vehicles from outside startled you. You looked wide-eyed in the direction of the increasingly loud revving of engines. No one was out at the moment, at least not enough people in vehicles to warrant such a sound. You realized that several of the sounds were coming from motorcycles, and there were even the sounds of air breaks from a big rig, or several.

You exchanged a worried look with Gabriel. “You don’t think…” you began to say before three loud bangs on the gate penetrated your ears.

The two of you ran out of the church doors and ran a short distance to stop in the middle of the road, utterly dumbfounded by the sight ahead of you. You immediately recognized the silhouette formed behind the cloth that draped the chain link of the gate.

Tall and slender with an obnoxious sway, and a bat draped over his shoulder.

“Little pig, little pig!” his booming voice called out. “Let. Me. In!”

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bakuthedeku · 4 years ago

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their everyday game

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Words: 3,000

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

Things Midoriya Izuku is: A student, a sugar baby, a boyfriend, a brat.

Things Midoriya Izuku is not: Patient.

Or: Izuku wants attention from Kacchan and he is going to get it.

A commissioned fic for @insinirate !

Clack clack clack. The room is silent but for the steady breaths of its occupants and the rhythmic beat of fingers on plastic. Clear, wall-to-ceiling windows wash the sun’s gentle light into the room, and reveal a picturesque view of the sparkling city, looking like something straight out of a magazine.

Izuku glares at the extravagant view. He bets Kacchan is writing another one of those stupid reports of his.

Buzz. The clacking halts and Kacchan glances at his work phone for but a moment before the typing resumes.

Izuku takes a deep breath. Holds it. Puffs out his cheeks.

He slumps over in his seat and sighs obnoxiously.

God, he’s so damn bored.

Kacchan said he had to get one more hour of work done, and then he’d take a break. That had been almost three hours ago. ‘One hour’ had turned into two when Izuku left Kacchan to get ready for their lunch date and had foolishly gone straight to the cafe instead of meeting up with Kacchan at the office first. He’d waited all of ten minutes at their usual table before calling a company car and returning to find Kacchan still working in his office.

If not for Kacchan’s genuine surprise at the time and his gruff, yet sweet apologies, he would be a dead man already.

But Izuku still isn’t satisfied. Kacchan needs a break, and Izuku needs attention, stat. There’s only one solution: Izuku’s gonna annoy the shit out of Kacchan. So Izuku sucks in another breath and pouts at the ceiling. “Kacchaaaaan!”

Kacchan sighs, but he doesn’t respond. The silence in the room grows thick with expectation; Izuku’s long-perfect attention-seeking tone signals the start of the game they play every day.

For a moment, the only sound in the room is the clack of keys and occasional buzz from Kacchan’s work phone. Izuku wriggles against his plush seat, making the leather squeak obnoxiously, and clears his throat daintily, earning himself a glance. “Kacchan, I’m hungry…” Izuku peaks at Kacchan from beneath fluttering eyelashes.

Kacchan shifts his eyes back to his computer and types another line, pointedly loud against the room’s still silence.

When they play this game, whoever breaks first (or whoever wants whatever they’re after more) will relent and go to the other, so this can go one of two ways; Izuku will pull himself from his lounging position to drape himself over Kacchan, or Kacchan will pull himself from his work and lavish Izuku with the attention he deserves.

Today, Izuku takes it upon himself to move things forward—Kacchan is in one of those moods where it could take hours to break him down, and Izuku needs results now.

So with an impatient, gusty sigh pulled deep from his lungs, Izuku heaves himself up and slinks over to Kacchan’s grand desk, stalking up from behind him. When Kacchan makes the mistake of glancing at Izuku from the corner of his eye, Izuku pounces.

Izuku wrenches Kacchan’s chair around and jumps into his lap, laying himself over Kacchan as well as the plush arms of his chair. Kacchan grunts out a quiet oof at the sudden weight but wraps an arm around his waist nonetheless.

“I’m working, Deku,” Kacchan says dryly.

“Actually, Kacchan, I think you’ll find that you’re cuddling me and giving me attention right now, and I can’t imagine why you’d want to stop.”

Kacchan exhales quietly and wrestles down the corners of his lips—it’s not quite a smile, but it’s a good enough start for Izuku. “I have a lot to do, so as much as I’d love to keep giving you all the attention you desire, I really do have to get back to work.”

Izuku wraps an arm around Kacchan’s neck and pretends to think, then shakes his head solemnly. “Unfortunately, it’s a no from me. I’m hungry and I want lunch.”

“Then go get lunch.”

Izuku gives Kacchan a look for being deliberately obtuse.

“I’ll order in for you, then,” Kacchan offers.

Izuku huffs and pushes himself away from his comfortable spot against Kacchan’s broad chest. “Not good enough, Kacchan! We organised a lunch date, so I am getting a lunch date. Now.” Izuku sticks out his chin and dares Kacchan to say no.

Eyes lock. Izuku stares with determination, burying his will into impenetrable crystal red and steadfastly ignoring their alluring pull. Kacchan makes an aborted noise in the back of his throat, as if he was about to say something stupid but thought better of it, and finally sighs.

“Half an hour.”

Izuku smiles sweetly. “Two. You’re late, so you’ve accrued interest.”

Kacchan decides to focus on their negotiations over Izuku’s mockingly business-like tone: “Forty-five is the best you’re going to get from me.”

“An hour, not including travel time, or I’ll get our contract from your room and tear it up myself.” Izuku juts out a petulant lip. He’d never do it, but it gets his point across—Izuku isn’t budging on this.

Kacchan stares hard for a moment, then sags and rests his head in the crook of Izuku’s neck. “You’re such an annoying little shit,” he murmurs, warm against Izuku’s skin.

Izuku hides his smile in Kacchan’s hair and holds him tight. Another victory secured.

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The cafe is a relaxing, familiar space for Izuku. He’s been a regular since before his arrangement with Kacchan began, and when it breached the confines of Kacchan’s highrise office, it was only natural Izuku would drag Kacchan to his favourite little spot.

After enough of their regular visits, the staff have stopped staring at Kacchan and his crisp suits and shiny Rolex watches, and they interact more or less normally with the pair when they stop by.

They place their orders, as usual, and Kacchan pays, as usual, before they settle in their favourite corner, waiting for drinks and food.

Izuku relaxes into his plush chair. He breathes in happiness, the scent of sugar and coffee and Kacchan’s handsome cologne, and breathes out his worries. He’s already plotting ways to extend the hour he was so graciously granted.

On the table before him is a generous slice of cake, which is ‘not a meal,’ according to Kacchan, but Izuku wanted it and he doesn’t care what Kacchan has to say about it. Kacchan is still waiting on his own food; some kind of salmon dish, which is about the fanciest thing he might be able to get his hands on at a casual place like this.

Before Kacchan can grouse at Izuku further, Izuku digs into his treat with no regard for manners, or as Kacchan calls them, “basic fucking social etiquette.” Whenever Kacchan attempts to spout this particular kind of bullshit, Izuku rather enjoys pointing out the hypocrisy of Kacchan of all people criticising other people’s social graces.

Izuku glances at Kacchan and licks his lips before he fills his mouth with fluffy, sugary goodness, making eye-contact with him as he lets out an exaggerated moan. “So good,” Izuku takes care to lick his lips and smiles, warm and sweet like molten honey.

Kacchan rolls his eyes, but he swallows like his mouth is dry. “You’re a damn menace, you little brat,” he says hoarsely, despite the way his eyes have been stuck on Izuku’s lips since he licked them.

“Hey!” Izuku kicks out with all the gentleness of a fussy toddler, landing a solid kick on Kacchan’s shin. “Don’t be mean. You would’ve missed our lunch date altogether if I hadn’t dragged you here.” Izuku tilts his head and gives an Oscar-worthy kicked-puppy pout.

“Deku…” Kacchan obviously misses the point of his pouting by a mile, because now he just looks sad, and that is not what Izuku was going for! “I’m sorry I forgot, baby. It’s not that I don’t want to spend time with you, it’s just...”

“You’re busy,” Izuku finishes for him, and leans across the table to (affectionately) swat his dumb boyfriend’s head. “I know. I’m not mad, but I do want your attention right now, so cut out the sadness and shower me with compliments like you’re supposed to.”

This earns a snort of laughter from Kacchan, who finally catches on and plays along with their usual game. His whole face brightens with his smile. “Ah yes, of course, dear. How could I spend even a second not overwhelming you with compliments?”

Izuku nods seriously. “Exactly. I’m just so shocked. You should know better than to neglect me by now,” Izuku winks, “Daddy.”

Kacchan makes a point of rolling his eyes, but he’s smiling broadly now, all teeth and crinkled eyes. “Alright, you’ve made your point, asshole. Eat your stupid cake already.”

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Once they’ve eaten, and the redundant alarm Kacchan had set goes off, they return to the car. It’s time for Izuku to execute his plan.

Before Kacchan can put his belt on like the square he is, Izuku swings a leg over his lap and wraps himself around his boyfriend. Kacchan raises a questioning eyebrow before Izuku makes his demand: “Take me shopping.”

Kacchan smacks his head back against the headrest dramatically. “You have my card. I’ll have the driver drop you off wherever you want to go, okay?”

“I said take me shopping, not send me. You have to be there or there’s no use! Kacchan needs to come with me.”

Kacchan looks sad, then, and the stupid man has apparently learnt a thing or two from Izuku, because he’s got the bestest, heart-wrenchingest puppy-dog eyes without even trying. Resting his forehead against Izuku’s, Kacchan sighs softly against his lips. “You know I spend as much time as I can with you, baby. I can only ignore my work for so long, for you.”

Izuku aches, sudden and raw. “Oh, Kacchan… I know you’re busy, you work so hard! Kacchan really is amazing. But sometimes I want to be selfish and snatch up more of your time. You put too much pressure on yourself at work. You have so many employees so you don’t have to run yourself in the ground.”

“There are things my employees can’t do-”

“Like stopping you from working yourself to death? Right, that’s my job.” Izuku wiggles in Kacchan’s lap and captures his lips in a whisper-soft kiss. “So let me take care of you.” Izuku flutters his eyelashes and pulls his trump card. “Please, Daddy?” he asks, words sugar-sweet on his lips.

Cheeks glowing a suspicious strawberry red, Kacchan huffs and grabs Izuku by the waist, easily picking him up off his lap and depositing him on the seat next to him. He waits patiently for Kacchan to break, all the while butterflies dance in Izuku’s belly at his Daddy’s casual display of strength.

“The hell do you need so badly anyway?”

Truthfully, Izuku has no idea what he would wish to buy. Spoiled as he is, there are few things he’s wanted through life that he doesn’t now own, thanks to Kacchan. “I saw this gorgeous lingerie set and I just have to try it on before I buy it. And I need you there to tell me how good it looks,” Izuku states matter-of-factly.

Kacchan clears his throat and pinches Izuku’s cheek. “Fine. Let’s go look at this lingerie, then, baby.”

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Izuku drags Kacchan out of the car by his hand and refuses to let go even after they’ve made it inside the shopping center.

“Come on, come on, I wanna see what this store has!” With Kacchan in tow, Izuku makes a beeline for his favourite lingerie store.

Izuku chatters away as he makes his way up and down the store, fluttering about pretty displays and shiny, luxurious lingerie sets hung up on the walls. He semi-consciously gives Kacchan a consistent stream of observations, rhetorical questions and mumbled postulations about what Kacchan might like best. He picks out half a dozen sets in just a few minutes, handing each one over to Kacchan for him to judge and/or hold like a handsome sentient display rack.

Soon enough, Kacchan flags down someone from the store to do the grunt work for him as he follows Izuku around the store like a loyal dog, face warring between fondness and annoyance.

Izuku is quite certain that the fondness far outweighs the annoyance, though. Izuku is, after all, impossible to hate.

After completing one circuit of the store, Kacchan interrupts Izuku before he can begin on a second. “What happened to the ‘one’ set you wanted, huh?” The man crosses his arms like a brute, biceps flexing handsomely as he pours disapproval into the question.

Izuku tuts at him. “There’s nothing wrong with browsing. Just look at how pretty this one is!” Izuku pulls out the dainty belt and harness set he was looking at, wiggling it around for Kacchan’s judgment.

“Mm,” Kacchan acknowledges, carefully collected as he judges the set. With his nod of approval, Izuku gleefully adds it to his soon-to-be-towering pile of things to try on, heedless of the fact that Kacchan immediately passes it off to the poor retail worker trailing after them.

Kacchan crosses his arms. “Don’t think I don’t realise what you’re doing, baby boy.”

Izuku ought to feel sheepish at being caught out so easily, but it’s to be expected when he’s trying to con Kacchan. Instead, he tilts his head and bats his big, round eyes, the perfect picture of innocence. “But Daddy, what exactly are you going to do about it?”

Kacchan crosses his arms, but Izuku’s got him there. Kacchan wants to see Izuku in this lingerie just as much as Izuku wants to try them on. And if all of this has the bonus of Izuku keeping Kacchan to himself for a little longer, then they don’t need to talk about that, really.

“I don’t know why I put up with you,” Kacchan says, and Izuku giggles, wrapping his arms around his Daddy’s neck.

“I can think of a few reasons,” he laughs. “Now come tell me how pretty I look in these!”

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The driver has to help them get everything into the car. As soon as they’re in, Kacchan orders the driver to start the car and get them back to his work quickly.

It’s cute that Kacchan thinks they’d be going anywhere near his office if not for Izuku allowing it.

“Are you satisfied now, brat?” Kacchan asks, pulling on his seatbelt only after the car has started moving (ooh, rebellious).

Izuku hums. He takes a long few moments to rearrange the copious amount of bags around him, just because he can. He pretends to think very hard about it before nodding exaggeratedly. “Yes, I think I am. For today, at least.”

When Kacchan groans, Izuku shuts him up with a kiss, and they smile like kids in love against each other’s lips.

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Deku seems to have tuckered himself out during their shopping trip, which is understandable considering the sheer amount of clothes he insisted he try on before making Katsuki buy everything for him. He spends the car ride back draped over Katsuki’s side, giving a docile little mumble every now and then when he sees a dog on the sidewalk or a pretty flower that apparently reminds him of Katsuki’s eyes.

(How can the fucker get even cuter than usual just because he tired himself out being a whiny brat all day? How is that fair at all to Katsuki’s heart? Not to mention his wallet...)

(It’s not like Katsuki can’t afford it, but damn, lingerie is surprisingly fucking expensive.)

Katsuki carefully shakes Deku awake when they arrive, because he has learnt the hard way that if he leaves Deku to doze or wakes him too quickly, there will be hell to pay. So he accepts Deku’s blindly groping hand into his own and leads him into the building, where Izuku says something vague about harassing his friend in reception and stumbles off, bleary-eyed.

Katsuki has some interns come down and transfer Deku’s things into his private car so he can attempt to get some work done before Deku makes it upstairs. Deku usually settles down after a few hours of monopolising Katsuki’s time and attention, but with the mood he’s in today, Katsuki doesn’t like his chances of getting anything else done.

He’s gotten as far as opening up an email from a partner company when the door clicks open and Deku sashays in like he owns the place.

And, okay. Katsuki owns the place, and Deku has him wrapped around his pinky finger, so he does own the place in every way but name. But only Katsuki is allowed to know that, god damn it.

“You look like a bumbling fawn like that,” Katsuki informs him, just to see Deku’s sleepy eyes flash with indignation, and watch his cheeks glow a pretty, flustered pink.

Deku’s response doesn’t disappoint, and his nose even scrunches up like a disgruntled bunny, but Katsuki’s gone and shot himself in the foot because now Deku is stomping up to him in a way that says he means business. Deku collapses heavily and claims the space of Katsuki’s lap, steadfast in the fact that it is his and his alone.

Deku slaps him petulantly on the chest. “Meanie,” he mumbles, and curls up on Katsuki’s lap, nestling his head beneath his chin and settling against him, a puzzle piece slotted perfectly in its place. “I’m tired,” Deku says, as if that isn’t obvious already.

Kastuki huffs, presses a feather-soft kiss to the crown of his head. “Just rest, idiot.”

“‘Mkay Daddy…”

Katsuki strokes his fingers through the softness of Izuku’s hair and cradles him as Deku’s body relaxes into Katsuki’s own. “Good boy,” he murmurs.

Pressed tenderly together, Deku continues babbling quietly to fill the peaceful sunset air. Katsuki nods along and holds his baby securely in his arms until he floats off into sleep.

Clack clack clack. With a watchful eye on Deku, lovely and sleep-soft against his chest, Katsuki quietly gets back to work.

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wandaromanova · 3 years ago

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Date Night

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: cussing, sexual suggestion, that’s all!

A/N: hello! here is some fluff for y’all! hope you enjoy! happy reading <3

anon requested: Hi honey! I saw that your requests are open :)) I was wondering if I may please request a fluffly Natasha Romanoff x fem reader one shot, where she surprises the reader with a lunch date (reader has had a super stressful week!) and then convinces her to take the rest of the day off. Later on maybe Natasha starts dropping hints at their future together and later on in the week she proposes (maybe somewhere that has meaning to them) after a very romantic dinner. Thank you!! :))

Summary: Natasha convinces her girlfriend to take some time off of work. They end up having a date night unlike any of their previous ones.

Word Count: 3K

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Natasha stared up at the tall building with two bags of food in hand. She was about to surprise you with some lunch, considering you haven’t been able to take a single break the entire week.

Seriously, even when you were at home, you’d be working on paperwork or taking call after call from your company partners. You’d then go back to work the next morning and completely neglect your own needs, the only thing you’d focus on was anything work-related.

You were the CEO of a major telecommunications company and things have been super hectic around your office. You barely had time to breathe with everything that had been going on, so, Natasha thought that it would be a good idea to give you a nice surprise.

She made her way into the building and got into one of the fancy elevators, quickly tapping the button to the top floor and stood in silence, lively elevator music filling the small space.

When the doors opened, she walked out and was greeted by your secretary; Megan.

“Hi, Ms. Romanoff. Ms. L/N is just in her office working on some paperwork. She has a meeting in 20 minutes, though.”

Megan sent Natasha a friendly smile. The redhead simply nodded and mumbled out a small ‘thank you’ before opening the door to your office.

She was met with the sight of you hunched over your desk. The light poured into the tall windows in the room, providing sufficient lighting.

You glanced up from your papers at the sound of the door closing softly. Natasha smiled at you and held up the bags of food. Your lips turned upward at the sight of your girlfriend of five years.

“Honey, what are you doing here?” You asked as you got up from your desk, quickly making your way over to greet the Russian. You pulled her in by the waist and into a tight hug.

“I thought you could use some lunch. You haven’t been taking care of yourself and I’m here to change that.” Natasha mumbled into your neck as her arms rested on your shoulder, gripping onto the food she still had in her hands.

“Baby, you didn’t need to come all the way here. I’m fine, just been super busy lately is all.” You pulled back slightly and stared into green eyes.

“Yes, I needed to. I can’t just standby while you’re practically drowning in stress.”

Natasha got out of your embrace and made her way over to your desk, placing the food down and turning around, leaning onto the table with two hands gripping the furniture behind her.

“I’ll manage, it’s kind of my job.” You let out a small giggle, rounding the desk and sitting on your chair. Natasha turned in her spot as you patted your lap.

“Come on, let’s eat the food you brought. I have a meeting soon so we gotta be quick.”

Natasha walked toward you and sat in your lap, your arms circling around her waist. She opened the food and laid out the plates of Thai food.

Natasha fed you and herself. You both sat in silence, simply enjoying each other’s company.

Occasionally, Nat would mimic an airplane or train noise as she moved the spoon closer to you, laughing as she abruptly shoved the utensil into your mouth.

After fifteen minutes had passed, you looked at your watch and sighed. You had another meeting that would probably be ridiculously long for no reason.

“I’m sorry sweetheart, I have to get going. I have a meeting in five.”

You moved to get up, but Natasha refused to move off of your lap. You raised an eyebrow at her, the redhead giving you a stern look.

“Take the day off.” You shook your head in protest. You couldn’t take a day off, not now at least.

“Honey, you know I would if I could, bu-“ Natasha immediately cut you off, pressing her lips against yours before pulling back quickly.

“You can though. You’ve been working more than necessary! Please, it’s not even a full day off, it’s half a day.”

Natasha gave you the best puppy dog eyes and pout that she could, knowing how it affected you. Of course, she ended up winning.

“Fine, fine.” You muttered out, leaning forward and pressing a button on your desk-side phone, paging Megan, who sat just outside your office.

“Yes, Ms. L/N?” Your assistant’s spritely voice rang through the phone.

“Megan, could you please clear the rest of my day? I’m taking the day off.” You heard some shuffling on the other end of the phone before the woman replied.

“Okay, your schedule has been cleared and your meetings have been rescheduled to tomorrow.”

Natasha, who could faintly hear the other end of the conversation, smiled triumphantly and placed a soft kiss on the side of your neck.

“Thank you.” And with that, you hung up and returned your attention to the beaming redhead in your lap.

“You never play fair.” You mumbled against her cheek as you placed a gentle kiss against her skin.

“All is fair in love and war, moya lyubov (my love).” You rolled your eyes at the Russian while holding back a smile.

She got out of your hold and stood up, grabbing both of your hands and forcefully pulling you to your feet.

“Let’s go! I know a few things we could do today.” Natasha spoke seductively and sent you a little wink before grabbing the trash on your desk and throwing it away in the small trash can you had under the table.

You watched with a wide smile as she waltzed toward the door, making sure to sway her hips a little more, exaggerating the movement. There was an extra spring in her step that caused her red locks to bounce with each movement.

She turned her head around when her hand was on the doorknob, smirking at you.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Are you coming or not?”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“I have a feeling I will be soon.”

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4 hours later

You laid in bed with Natasha by your side, her head resting on your shoulder with an arm around your torso.

After hours of love-making, you guys had finally gotten to relax. You both just stayed there in each other’s arms, appreciating the moment.

“Honey?” Natasha spoke, breaking the silence.

You tilted your head to look down at her, the redhead already staring up at you as you hummed.

“Have you ever thought about what you want your future to look like?”

This wasn’t the first time you guys have discussed the future. You’d both mention small tidbits of your aspirations and goals, but never went too far into the details of it all.

“Well, first starters, you’re definitely there.” Natasha smiled up at you with bright eyes. It absolutely warmed your heart to see her so full of joy.

“Really?” You nodded your head and kissed her forehead, the redhead briefly shutting her eyes as your soft lips met her skin.

“Really.” You pulled back, brushing your nose against hers. The redhead placed a hand on your cheek, as connected your foreheads.

“Well, I see you in mine too. Maybe we would end up leaving this penthouse and buy an actual home together.”

You nodded with a wide smile. The thought of buying a property with the woman you adored had you giddy.

“Yeah, definitely. Then maybe we could have little rascals of our own running around. We could find a surrogate or maybe even adopt if you’d want to.”

Natasha felt like she was going to melt into a puddle of love. The thought of having children to raise with you filled her with more joy than ever.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“I’d love that.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

The moment was cut off when a loud yawn tore through your body, promoting a little giggle from your girlfriend.

She cuddled closer to you, her arm tightening around your body with a smile on her face.

“Let’s get some rest.” Natasha’s words were slightly slurred, the exhaustion of your previous activities hitting her.

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“Yeah, so we can have energy for a round two.”

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“Yeah right, more like round ten.”

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“Go big or go home!”

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“Go to sleep, idiot.”

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5 days later

It was a Saturday night and Natasha had practically forced you to not go into work.

Usually, you would go into the office on Saturdays, despite having the day off, to get some extra work out of the way, but your girlfriend was extremely persistent.

So now, here you two were, getting ready to go out for a date night. You had to admit that this was a good idea.

You couldn’t remember the last time you and Nat had gone out on a date; it was a rarity with how busy you both would be majority of the time.

You walked out of the bathroom after brushing out your hair, your heart racing at the sight of your girlfriend clad in a simple black body-con dress that hugged her curves in all the right places paired with a cute, black blazer.

She straightened her hair and did her makeup just the way you liked it.

You stalked over to the woman who stood in front of the full-body length mirror, wrapping your arms around her waist from behind and placing a soft kiss onto her cheek.

“You look gorgeous, baby. I’m so lucky.” Your eyes raked over her figure through the reflection of the mirror before meeting her green ones.

“Thank you, but I’m the lucky one. I swear, if we didn’t have reservations, I’d rip your clothes off and take you right here.”

Natasha’s voice came out husky when you kissed the side of her neck. You sucked on her skin lightly and went to leave a mark, but the Russian turned around in your embrace.

“No marks, not until after dinner at least.” You let out a small whine, pulling her front against yours tightly.

“Oh come on! It’s not like we haven’t ditched our reservations for dinner before. I miss you.”

You tried to go for her neck again, but she flicked your forehead. You stared at her with a look that screamed ‘what the fuck was that for?’

“Don’t give me that look. I’ve been looking forward to having a date night for months. We aren’t missing this. Let’s go.”

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Two hours later

Natasha had taken you to one of the best restaurants in New York. You weren’t one for fancy places, you were more of a ‘let’s order takeout and watch tv’ kind of gal, but Natasha absolutely loved luxurious dining experiences.

When you both arrived, the waited immediately escorted you both to the most private table in the house.

The table was set with candles and rose petals were spread across the tablecloth. You were blown away, seeing as the table overlooked the city.

Natasha pulled your seat back for you, placing a soft kiss on her cheek as you sat down. You watched as she rounded the table and sat in the chair across from you.

Her skin was golden as the candlelight brightened up her face, accentuating her green eyes beautifully. She had a cheeky smile on her face and wiggled her eyebrows at you before looking at the menu.

Of course, the redhead ordered the best wine the restaurant had to offer, immediately asking for a bottle of the alcohol.

You two talked about anything and everything over the course of the dinner. You had to admit, this was probably one of the best dates you guys had ever been on, besides your first one, at least.

As you both finished off your meals and were given the check, you noticed that Natasha couldn’t seem to sit still.

She was tapping her fingers against the table anxiously as she gnawed on her bottom lip. You placed your hand on top of hers, stopping the insistent movement.

“Is everything okay, baby?” You asked in concern. It was really unlike Natasha to be nervous, especially during date night.

She was usually relaxed and content whenever you both had time to spend out together.

The redhead sent you a reassuring smile and flipped her hand over, intertwining your fingers before bringing your conjoined hands up to her lips, kissing the back of your hand.

“Never better, hon. Come on, there’s somewhere I want to take you.”

Natasha placed her credit card into the bill holder and waved down a waiter and shortly after, you both walked out into the cool New York air, hand-in-hand.

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Your eyes lit up when you noticed where your next destination was; Central Park.

You had always loved the park. There was something so beautiful about the scenery and the usual liveliness of the area that brought you so much peace and comfort.

Natasha led you towards a pond that was located in the heart of the park and you immediately recognized which one it was.

The redhead stopped in her tracks on top of the tiny bridge that hovered over the pond.

“Do you remember this spot?” She asked you as she turned around to face you, hand still linked with yours.

“How could I forget? You took me here on our very first date to feed the ducks, which completely backfired.” You let out a laugh at the memory, Natasha’s cheeks turning red.

“I wouldn’t say it backfired…” The redhead mumbled shyly which only made you laugh harder.

“Honey, you ended up getting attacked by pigeons because you were holding the bread. You walked me home covered in bird shit and your clothes were absolutely torn apart.”

You were practically crying from your laughter and you felt Natasha’s hand heating up in yours.

“It wasn’t funny! I really liked that outfit.” Natasha pouted as your laughter died down.

You placed a kiss onto her pouty lips, her frown quickly replaced with a bright smile.

“Anyway, I took you here because this is where our first date was which obviously resulted in us dating.”

You nodded your head at her words, deciding to remain silent when you noticed she had more to add.

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“And, well… this is where I want our last date, as girlfriends, to be.”

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You felt your heart sink at her words. Was she breaking up with you right now? It didn’t make any sense! She didn’t ever show any indication that she was unhappy or wanted to leave you.

However, before you could completely break down, Natasha let out a shaky breath, and it was then that you noticed how shaky her hands were.

“Y/N, All my life, I never thought that I’d find love. After all of the things that the Red Room had taught me and forced me to do, I never believed that love was in the cards for me, but then I met you, and everything changed.”

You stared at Natasha curiously. This definitely didn’t sound like a breakup. So what was she going on about?

“I never ever thought that one day, I’d find someone that I’d want to spend the rest of my life with. I never thought that I’d ever want to buy a house and build a family with another person, but god, I’m so fucking happy that I was wrong.”

Your eyes watered when the gravity of the situation finally sunk in. Your thoughts were confirmed as Natasha let go of your hand and slowly bent down on one knee in front of you, reaching her hand into her blazer pocket, revealing the small velvet red box that had been tucked away in the material.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Baby, these last five years have been the best years I’ve ever had, and it was all because of you.”

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Your hands flew up to your mouth as a gasp escaped your lips. There were tears in your eyes as she revealed a gorgeous engagement ring to you.

“Y/N, I want you, every day, for the rest of my life. Will you make me the happiest woman in the world and marry me?”

Natasha’s voice was unstable as she tried to hold back her emotions, but that went out the window when you frantically nodded your head in agreement.

“Yes!” You whispered out in shock. Natasha looked up at you with a wide smile.

“Yeah?” The redhead asked for confirmation and you let out a small chuckle.

“Yes, of course, I’ll marry you! Is that even a question?” Natasha grabbed your left hand shakily and slid the ring onto your finger.

You were both crying at this point. You didn’t care that you were both stood in the freezing cold, in the middle of Central Park.

All that mattered was that this was going to be the beginning of the rest of your life with the woman you loved.

Suddenly, Natasha stood up and picked you up by the waist, twirling you both around.

Honestly, you were surprised she didn’t stumble, considering the fact that she was wearing such high heels. Luckily for you though, she didn’t fall.

You were both laughing like maniacs when she finally stopped spinning. You were like two teenagers in love without a care in the world.

You leaned down, still in her arms, and kissed her passionately.

You could feel all the love and adoration she had for you through the kiss and you prayed to God that she could feel just how much you felt for her too.

When Natasha disconnected the kiss, she placed you gently onto the floor, your arms immediately going around her neck, hers securing themselves around your waist.

“We’re getting married?” She asked in disbelief. Natasha genuinely couldn’t believe that you said yes, even if you never gave her any indication that you would say no.

“We’re getting married.” You reassured her, kissing the tip of her nose, practically melting as her nose scrunched up adorably.

This definitely wasn’t what you expected the night to be like, but you wouldn’t change any detail about it for the world.

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You were going to be Y/N L/N-Romanoff.

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And that was a name you were going to carry around proudly.

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navegandoaciegas · 4 years ago

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Undivided Attention

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!reader

Warnings: smut, oral sex (f receiving), dry humping, mommy kink (?), Bucky being an old man and a whiny child at the same time. MINORS DNI

A/N: I’ve been gone for over a month and when I’m back I make Bucky call you mommy lmfao Hope y’all like this.

“Please princess, let me make you feel good, I’ll be so good to you, please,” he whined for the nth time, pleading with you through long lashes.

Puppy face, teary eyes, flushed cheeks: Bucky looked utterly destroyed, and you hadn’t even touched him yet.

You’d barely spared him a glance at all, humming noncommittally at every little mewl that escaped his plush lips, brushing his hands off anytime he’d grope your breasts or squeeze your thighs in nothing more than condescending annoyance.

“Five more minutes and then I’m done, puppy. You be good, hm?,” you hummed, phone tightly clutched in your hands.

You should have never listened to Peter and downloaded TikTok. The act of scrolling through an endless chain of videos was addicting, and as alluring your boyfriend may have been, you were too engrossed in yet another storytime about some crazy ex roommate to give in at his tantrums.

“You’ve been saying this for the past two hours, please,” he whimpered, nuzzling between your tits, “I need you, mommy, please.”

If his cries hadn’t gotten your attention yet, his hard cock poking your thigh definitely did. He buried his face in your chest and started shamelessly humping your leg in a desperate attempt to get himself off.

You tore your eyes away from your phone, ogling him as he rutted against you, panting and crying like a bitch in heat.

“You really are a needy whore, aren’t you?” you snorted, amused by his clinginess.

A twisted part of your mind loved seeing him, your big, strong soldier, all muscle and deadly vibranium arm, morphed into a helpless, sobbing mess.

Only you got to see him like that. His tears, his pleasure, his tenderness, all of it belonged to you.

And whenever he called you mommy, an even more twisted part of you reared its head, sending warmth between your legs and a fuzzy feeling to your stomach.

“Look at you, such a dumb baby. You’re like a damn dog, getting yourself off on my leg, hm?” you teased him, carding your fingers through his locks, tenderly scratching his scalp.

He purred like a kitten, and moved his hands to lift your t-shirt over your chest, warm fingers grazing your stomach, settling on the underside of your breasts.

Your phone and TikTok were all but forgotten.

Shivers ran down your spine, goosebumps erupting all over your body while he traced your skin from your neck to your tits, lighting up a fire inside you. He latched his lips onto one of your stiff nipples, swirling his tongue around the bud, gently sucking it into his mouth, careful not to hurt you.

Pressure was steadily building inside your core, walls clamping down on nothing as he suckled your tits and ground his achingly hard cock on you.

“Fuck,” you moaned, arching your back, pushing yourself further into him, “You like sucking on mommy’s tits, baby? Like rubbing yourself all over her?”

He released your nipple with a wet pop, shooting you a toothy grin.

You chuckled, adjusting two pillows under your back to give you a better visual of him going down on you. “Go ‘head then, you have my undivided attention now. Make it worth my time.”

Bucky didn’t need anymore encouragement, hastily shoving your panties down your legs and throwing one limb over his shoulders. He whined then, hips bucking at the sight of your dripping pussy.

Your heartbeat was getting more frenzied, and your breathing heavier, as you watched the crystal blue of his eyes be swallowed by the black of his pupils.

Broken curses and breathy chants of Bucky’s name fell from your parted lips as he buried his face between your legs, lapping at your juices, swirling around your folds, making a drooling, wet mess of his face.

You tugged his hair, angling his head and fucking youself on him.

“Right there baby, fuck-, good boy,” you moaned when he latched onto your clit, sucking on it, rendering you a quivering mess.

He hummed, enjoying your tangy taste on his tongue. Your foot dug in his back, your nails in his scalp, as you spurred him on, squeezing his head between your thighs in a suffocating grip.

“You’re doing so well, baby, look at you, so pretty like this, making mommy feel so good,” you panted.

He preened at the praise, and doubled his efforts to impress you, tugging harder on your throbbing clit.

His teary eyes fixed on yours, and the look of him so debauched, red faced and coated in sweat, drool and your own juices was enough to send you spiralling over the edge, jolts of pleasure shaking through your limbs as you rode out your high on him.

You took a few deep breaths, blankly staring at the ceiling before Bucky, shy and breathless all of a sudden, with half his face drenched in webs of your come, froze like a deer caught in the headlights and slapped a hand over his mouth.

Something wet and warm rubbed against your shin, and you looked down to see a large dark patch on his boxers.

Your burst in a wheezy laugh then, despite Bucky’s cute disgruntled pout.

“You really are a bit of a dog baby boy, look at you making a mess on mommy’s leg, I didn’t even need to touch and you came all over me,” you giggled, poking his stubbled cheeks.

He plopped down beside you, groaning in embarrassment, murmuring a soft ‘sorry’ while avoiding your eyes.

“It’s okay, it happens,” you reassured him, pecking his sticky forehead, “But we’re kinda gross right now.”

When you sat up to leave, he snaked an arm around your waist, stopping your movements. “Where you goin’? Stay with me,” he whined like a petulant child.

“Gotta get us both cleaned up, baby boy,” you huffed, prying his hands off you, “and then we can cuddle, okay?”

You tried sounding convincing, and he was swayed easily enough with the promise of snuggling up to you all night. You returned soon, a wet rag on one hand and some fresh boxers on the other.

Once you were both clean and in new underwear, you climbed on the bed, drew back the blankets and settled on the pillows.

Bucky rested his head on the crook of your neck and intertwined his warm legs with your cold ones. His flesh arm was heavy over your chest while he played with your breasts under your t- shirt, but you let him stay, a pang of guilt hitting you when you realized you’d been neglecting him all day.

“No more TikToks or whatever,” you heard him grumble, voice sleepy and eyelids heavy.

“No more TikToks, sure, baby grandpa,” you snickered, caressing the side of his face, feeling yourself drift off to sleep in his embrace.

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yandere-mha · 4 years ago

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Mommy kink dabi with a lactating motherly darling pls

I... got carried away with this lmao.

TW: KIDNAPPING, PREGNANCY KINK, SMUT, MOMMY KINK, LACTATION, MASTURBATION AHEAD.

MAJOR MANGA SPOILERS AHEAD.

READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

As you laid with your back on the luxurious couch cushions, one hand on your swollen belly and the other splayed to the side, you were deep in thought of how this could have possibly happened. Being only 16 weeks pregnant, your belly was not very large yet, but you were beginning to take notice of some of the more common side effects of pregnancy. Not only had you become extremely moody within the past week, but it seemed like you were constantly horny. Unfortunately, you couldn’t ask for assistance with this kind of thing in the fear of Dabi leaving red marks and bruises all over your body again. He hadn’t done anything like this since he first found out that you were pregnant, in fact he hadn’t even touched anything besides your belly, but you needed to protect your baby at all costs and you didn’t know what he was capable of.

Since he found out the news, he had become a whole other level of unhinged that frightened you to the core. His mother complex was at an all-time high, constantly referring to you as “mommy” and he seemed to hail the baby inside of you as some upcoming messiah. You would constantly awaken in the middle of the night to find him laying in between your thighs with both hands on your stomach, pressing his mouth on to your now exposed belly button and mumbling about all of the things “his creation” will accomplish. That was the main name he’d call his child and it left a bad taste in your mouth. a few days ago, he had felt the baby moving around in your stomach and now it seemed that his hands always had to be glued to you. It drove you nuts but you could never say that to him in fear of him hurting you and the baby.

Moments like these alone were few and far in between and you drank in every second of it. You hadn’t touched yourself in so long you felt like you’d burst from the tension. Coyly, you slowly push your stretched sweatpants out of the way and poke your finger through your underwear to your swollen clit and start to rub in small, slow circles. You close your eyes and try to imagine you’re somewhere else when you hear the door slam so hard that the walls of your shared room trembled.

With a gasp, you rip your hand away from your underwear and hold them both up to your face with exposed palms as if it was a police officer who’d just knocked down the door Kool-Aid Man style. Dabi’s eyes are locked on to your form in a menacing scowl, the corners of his mouth slightly pulled down on his staples with a furrowed brow and eyes wide with insanity.

You both stare at each other without moving as if he were a T-Rex that could sense any motion. After a few very long seconds of deafening silence, you whisper “To-”

“Don’t you fucking call me that” He snarls.

Slience.

“You think I’m ugly?” He grunts.

“... wha’?”

“Don’t play dumb, y/n, or I’ll burn you.”

You swear you could never figure this guy out no matter how long you lived with him. He would always do this kind of thing and sometimes you thought he was looking for things to be angry about.

He slowly walks over to you in slow, menacing steps and looks down at you, eyes squinted and searching your dumbfounded expression. He luckily seemed to relax a bit.

“Maybe you are just dumb.” He said with a sneer.

He watched as you curled into yourself and scrunch your eyebrows, obviously insulted by his harsh tone.

“Don’t give me the puppy dog eyes, babe, I prefer you nice and stupid. It’s cute.”

More silence. His brows furrow again.

“If you keep rejecting me like this you’re gonna hurt my feelings. You wouldn’t want that, right? You’re so sweet.”

You have no idea what he’s talking about. Never once had you rejected him, he just never asked to touch you. In all honesty you would clearly be able to tell when he was in the mood by the way that he’d stare at you. You just pretended not to notice. It was annoying how he expected you to be a mind reader.

Suddenly Dabi roughly grasps your ankle that’s propped up on the sofa handle and yanks your body so that you’re forced to sit up and face him. For someone who usually treats you like glass, he sure is rough with you once he gets excited.

He then gently places both of his hands on your belly and begins to briskly rub circles under your shirt, sloppily kissing your exposed skin. He wastes no time in tugging you shirt up with one hand while he begins to pull down your pants with the other. After struggling with your pant legs while kissing your chest, he pulls his face away from your cleavage to notice a small darkened splotch on your bra. He pauses his frenzied movements and apprehensively unhooks your bra to reveal a white fluid seeping out of your nipple.

“Is something wrong?” You inquire.

He doesn’t respond as he squints his eyes and experimentally swipes the pad of his pointer finger over the liquid and places that finger into his mouth. There’s a visible, adoring light that turns on in his eyes as he registers what it must be. A soft smile stretches on his split lips.

“You’re leaking, mommy.” he croaks. He adores you. You’re really a mom now.

“Let me help.” There’s almost no warning as he roughly squeezes your breast, causing more milk to flow out, latching his leather-like lips onto your areola, suckling your nipple between his tongue and top row of his teeth as if he hadn’t drank anything for weeks.

Your sharp gasps only encourage him to continue with more desperation as he starts to slip out of reality. His breathing is comparable to that of an enraged bull as he pushes your chest down further into the cushion.

You are at a loss for words as your fully clothed captor ravages your partially nude body. You feel yourself get slick with arousal as you wrap your legs around his hips in an attempt to wordlessly let him know of your neglected state. Luckily for you, he takes notice of this and eagerly shoves a hand down your soaked panties while the other continues its death-clench on your abused tit and rapidly moves his hand up and down your slit, forcing a whimper out of your gaping mouth and causing your body to spasm each time he hits your clit.

As he finally comes up for air, he takes a deep inhale of air and starts the same assault on your other breast, gripping your skin so tightly that you were sure you’d be left with finger-sized bruises.

Without warning, he shoves two long fingers up your pussy as far as possible. A gasp comes deep from within your rib cage and out of your mouth as tears of pain drip down your flushed cheek from the corner of your eye. Dabi interprets your shock as pleasure, egging him on to briskly move his finger up and down your hole.

“s-s...st-...Dabi... please stop!” you’re hyperventilating, fat tears pouring down your cheeks.

Dabi halts immediately, slowly releasing his mouth from your now swollen nipple as a string of saliva connects his mouth to your bud until it breaks off as he looks up at you with twinkling, adoring eyes.

“You okay, mommy?” he whispers.

You can’t find it within yourself to respond as he raises his hands above your bare shoulders to dig his nails into the cushion beside both sides of your head, threatening to rip the material. His eyes go wide with mania as he licks your tears off of your face.

He gently releases his nails from the sofa, unbuttons his pants, slips them off of each of his legs, and tenderly wraps his arms around your torso, pulling your bloated midsection against his body, and shifting you back down to a side-laying position on the cushions to share the space with him. He wraps one of his bare, scarred legs over one of your thighs and he pushes the other in between your legs as he continues to cling to your back. You can feel his erection stabbing into your belly as he presses little kisses all over your neck.

“Tell me you love me.” he says, rocking his hips back and forth.

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industriallyinsecure · 4 years ago

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Spare some hcs for darling begging their yandere for a pet? (I know Maggi already has one but lets assume they want another one to keep them and sweetie baby some company?)

Bold of you to assume Formaggio doesn’t have a shit ton of stray cats running around his apartment bc he couldn’t part with them. For the sake of this, Form’s kitty is named Fontina (yes like the cheese I’m so funny)

Formaggio was just thinking about it!! His little sweetie weetie pumpkin wumpkin Fontina needed someone to keep her company. Not just you, a new friend! Traps one of the strays from the alley or picks one up from a shelter. Either way, he’s coming home with a new cat that you immediately adore and love, even if they are just a stinke lidol creachur. And just like her owner, Fontina is suddenly very attached to your new little friend. Pets do take after their owners after all.

Illuso thought it was funny to get your hopes up only to dash them moments later. It wasn’t enough that he gave you attention? You had to have more than one thing giving you constant attention? He won’t admit it, but he doesn’t want you to focus on anything but him. Cats wouldn’t work, they were too fickle. Dogs were too loud and needed attention at all times (ahem). Rodents smelled bad, as did bunnies. Don’t even get him started about reptiles! There’s really no winning with him, not when he believes he’s all you’ll ever want or need.

Pesci didn’t seem to understand that fish weren’t good company. The betta was pretty, the angelfish were relaxing to watch drift around the aquarium, and yes, the snails were fun to watch occasionally. But you couldn’t hold and love them! So logically, Pesci took you to the pet store to pick out a new addition to the tiny, dingy place he called home (it was your personal prison). When he saw your face light up at the assortment of hamsters, he knew that one of them would break you out of this little funk you were in. And of course he couldn’t just let you have one, your new friend needed a friend too! But before he could ask for an attendant, you insisted that the animal had to choose you, not the other way around. Pesci thought it was adorable when you gently pressed a finger to the glass and the small hamster pressed it’s claw where your finger was. The worker who ended up helping informed both of you that the two hamsters in the cage were siblings, and you (and especially not Pesci) didn’t have the heart to separate them. Now your cruddy excuse for a home had two more little residents, and of course Pesci couldn’t leave without a dwarf gourami fish, either.

It took some convincing, but Prosciutto finally gave in after about a week of sulking and begging. Cats were low maintenance and didn’t need to be walked, so it was a perfect choice. You wouldn’t need to leave the house, and he wouldn’t have to deal with slobber all over his expensive dress shoes, suits, or face. Of course he didn’t take into account that cats shed too, but you’d let him figure that one out on his own. Soon, a fluffy white cat with golden eyes was strutting around your little apartment like she owned the place. Prosciutto didn’t think it was funny you equated her prissiness to his, or that you named her Pancetta just to tease him. It wasn’t like you didn’t catch him sneaking her the gourmet deli cuts he brought home, or that you didn’t see him only giving her tuna. But you’d keep those little bits of information to yourself and just enjoy the way the three of you cuddled on the couch.

Melone is immediately on board. He’ll never admit it, but it was a test of how you handled another’s life. Aka testing if you could handle a baby. Made you take multiple tests to determine what type of animal he should get you, and seriously considers getting you one of each type to see what happened. He concluded that it would be a high stress environment for everyone involved, so that idea was shelved for now. But with his menial paycheck, he couldn’t afford to get you a purebred puppy, even if you insisted that you didn’t care what it looked like. Instead, he settled for a stray puppy he found wandering around the apartment. It was a ratty little thing that almost took his fingers off when he picked it up. When he proudly presented it to you, you insisted that it be bathed so it wouldn’t look (and probably feel) so yucky. Somehow he got you to help him clean the little dog, and he swears that you enjoyed it even if you were frowning most of the time.

Ghiaccio thought you were being a smart ass about his stand and ended up yelling at you for a good five minutes until you started sobbing and locked yourself in the shared bedroom (which he had still neglected to take the lock out). That’s how you ended up with the petulant grey cat Ottavia, an apology gift from the equally petulant Ghiaccio. Not only did they fight a lot, over you, not surprisingly, but Ghiaccio got beaten every time. He swore up and down that your beloved Otto was out to get him, but you picked her side every time, gently squeezing her little beans as you insisted she could do no harm. It was too bad he destroyed your phone, otherwise you could’ve taken pictures of her snuggling up to him while he napped.

Risotto is very wary. Not because he doesn’t want to see you happy, he’s just not confident in his ability to take care of such a small little thing that needed care and attention all the time (cut the act Risotto we all know it’s how you feel about your darling). With enough begging, he saves up enough to buy some higher end pet cages from a garage sale. When he comes home with two rats clinging on to his hand for dear life, he didn’t expect you to start crying. At first he thought you didn’t like them and almost turned on his heel to return them, but seeing you scoop up the little rodents and shower them with kisses and nuzzles made his chest swell with pride. He likes to put them on your head when you’re in a bad mood, it usually works and cheers you up right away. Sometimes he puts them on his hat while he’s scribbling away on paperwork and you’re napping in the bedroom.

I'm gonna be honest here. Gelato probably burned ants for fun as a child. But that didn’t stop Sorbet from coming home with a full size Doberman pinscher. It doubled as a companion AND a deterrent (for you leaving or for intruders, you’d never know. You had a pretty good guess, however). Gelato had trained Anice to bark when you approached any exits to the apartment, including the windows, which caused problems in the summer when you went to open them to let a minuscule breeze in. Anice, despite his scary appearance, loved to cuddle. He often was splayed over your lap, dozing peacefully until Gelato jingled his leash or Sorbet set out food for him. Anice especially loved it when the three of you were “snuggled” up together on the couch and he didn’t have to pick whose lap he wanted to sit on. He was more of Sorbet’s puppy than your companion, however. Anice was very touchy and selective about when you could and could not pet him, sometimes snapping at your hand if you moved too quickly.

#la squadra di esecuzione #yandere headcanons #yandere risotto #yandere ghiaccio #yandere melone #yandere prosciutto #yandere pesci #yandere illuso #yandere formaggio #la squadra x reader

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Riza Hawkeye as a child/young teen but she's just this Annie Oakley ass prodigal sharp shooter little shit who cuts her hair off with kitchen scissors and runs absolutely buckwild in the woods on her father's estate terrorizing small animals (humanely hunting I'm just being dramatic)

Roy boy is just this awkward nerdy little cornball who wants to get along, but they also kinda have that dynamic from the Swan Princess when Derek and Odette were kids ya feel me? Just watch the childhood montage from that movie you'll understand- ☠️

They have like nothing in common at the time (so they assume) and yet they end up thick as thieves cause Riza hasn't had many friends that she can see outside of her education and had an extremely isolated upbringing, so this goofy sweet baby faced dork just got her like that, even if he sometimes drives her nuts a little bit.

Riza would get upset fairly often bc her neglected social and emotional upbringing would get to her (bc realistically,,,,we know that was the case), and Roy got extremely good at knowing when she's upset and would often be the one to listen to her air her thoughts out (callback to the phone call scene after her encounter with pride, this lends background to how he knows her so well and reads her stress levels like a book even over the phone)

Mundane headcanons:

Roy would transmute little clay/dirt doves and targets for Riza bc he was worried about her shooting glass bottles and other assorted not necessarily safe objects.

Roy is trans, I can't untrans him that's just who he is to me. Riza is a self declared tomboy who I hc as nonbinary/demigirl. They're also bi4bi it's canon Arakawa told me.

Riza didn't really know good birthdays, and when Roy realized this it broke his heart bc Chris always tried to remember stuff like that for him and she's not even his own biological mother. So, he made an annual routine of gifting her something (often transmuted and unique).

Riza loved being out in nature back then and knew the wooded areas around the estate like the back of her own hand, when she and Roy had warmed up more to one another she made a routine of showing him all the neat little spots she'd found in the area for one reason or another, just for the sake of sharing that with someone. These remain some of their fondest memories.

Riza would be more likely to go out to shoot targets when she was angry or upset, if she was having a good day and had the time she would be more likely to go hunting because she enjoyed the hiking and tracking but couldn't focus on it when internally upset. Roy eventually figured this out as well.

Riza climbed so many trees, rocks, outcroppings, etc- and was always scraped up from something she probably shouldn't have climbed getting the better of her.

Riza used to have a nanny birddog named Otto, but he passed away before Roy came around, so making a new friend in him after that loss was a big comfort to her. She was hesitant to have other dogs until Hayate.

They're both autistic.

Relatedly, Riza would go nonverbal and lock herself in her room sometimes. Roy, concerned, would approach this by slipping little notes under the door offering company if needed, while not pushing her to talk.

Riza would sing/hum while doing chores or out and about exploring and on every occasion Roy overheard this he'd turn red from ear to ear- if she caught it and realized he'd heard she'd be twice as embarrassed.

Riza would take Roy foraging and showed him some useful/edible plants, and safe berries and mushrooms that she knew in the region. He was honestly always pretty impressed, especially considering some mushrooms that are safe have toxic siblings that look identical.

Both of them are varying levels of nerd. Riza is the type who's full of trivia, especially weird facts about her special interests (animal behavior, guns, bushcraft, navigation and tracking stuff, etc), Roy started out neutral to this but over time infosharing kinda became their love language, and he'd start to infodump right back. They'd spend hours like that some days.

Riza knows constellations really well for navigational reasons, and there were times that she showed Roy a way to get onto the roof from the attic and they'd stargaze. She would teach folk names of constellations, regional lore behind them, navigational uses for them etc; Roy would tell her basic facts about space and astronomy that come with understanding of alchemy.

Riza typically stuck to small prey (rabbits, fowl, easy to retrieve misc.), but Roy had an awakening when Riza first killed a whole ass deer (albeit a young one) and came back with it thrown over both shoulders with the determined energy of a small lionness.

Riza is REALLY good at cooking and baking because she had a bit too much free time to fuck around in the kitchen. She also learned how to cure and smoke meats bc of her hunting. It certainly helped them stay well fed.

Roy developed a habit of cooking for the household pretty regularly in a swapped routine with Riza after only a while of being around because he saw how much she had to be self sufficient in almost every way and honestly just wanted to relieve her of the constant responsibility and self parentification. He'd also help with chores constantly.

Roy had major internal conflict even early on because he respected his teacher greatly for his intelligence and brilliance, but also kned that Riza wasn't being raised well, and that no matter what he does, Berthold can only decline mentally. This is the root of his protective and caretaking behavior with her, ultimately.

Roy doodled and sketched a lot back in the day and had a little booklet that he guarded with his life bc it started out random assorted things, but eventually devolved into a book full of cute little doodles of mostly Riza jammed into the last half of the book (She can never know-). He still has it stored away.

Riza could easily pick him up even then, this never changed. She got to show this once when he sprained his ankle on a hike with her and she held half his weight as a crutch with no strain to herself. He never quite recovered from that (but boy did it make his crush worse).

Roy would notice rarely he'd have a shirt go missing and never could figure out why til he'd find Riza wearing an identical shirt. (She told herself it's just cause they're cozy of course- she just likes boys clothes too! They look nice under overalls and are comfortable to sleep in! nothing more /s) They never said a word about it even though it was right in front of them, they couldn't dare.

Roy had a bike, and she'd ride behind him down some of the rural roads and paths that could support it for fun sometimes.

During winter the home would get pretty chilly because of its size and not enough stoves/fireplaces to fully warm the declining estate, so when snowed in on miserably cold winter days they'd usually end up reclined in the study by the space heater or in the loungeroom by the fireplace reading separately, but still occasionally talking back and forth.

Riza stopped hunting post-Ishval. She couldn't bring herself to derive that same innocent pride and appreciation for the circle of life she once had, and felt she no longer deserved to have that respectful exchange with the cycle of life and death after what her skills had been used for. She never stops going to shooting ranges, but it's either for standard upkeep of practice or to vent.

#royai #roy mustang #riza hawkeye #young royai #fmab #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood #fma #fma brotherhood #headcanons #long post

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