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eternalwritess · 2 months

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I may know someone - Platonic!Alastor & tech demon!reader + Vox x tech demon!reader

Summary: Vox decides to confront whoever decided to fuck up with system. Alastor has a proposition for you that he wants you to take...

He couldn't reverse the damage. He knew that by now. He's tried a multitude of things only to get shocked many times. He's even tried screaming at the monitor. Which caused Velvette to scream back at him even louder.

But he had footage he had footage of a demon flicking something causing his computers to work to her liking. It was impressive he would've even offered her a deal. Would've being the key word, they still fucked up his system.

But now he had their face, he could find them. Oh and find them he would.

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You're not an idiot.

At least you like to consider the fact that you're not. You're powerful, but maybe you should've thought this last one through. After the whole almost getting caught thing Alastor has been visiting you a lot more frequently. A lot more cheerful too.

He's been all up in your space more than usual, and thats saying something. Touching your stuff even though he doesn't even like tech all that much. He only tolerates yours because it just makes old tech better, but not too modern.

He tapped on one of your phones and looked over to you. "Y/n dear, I've been thinking," He hummed his fingers tapping along the glass. "And really you should consider it," He smiled and walked over to you placing a hand on your shoulder.

"Have you ever considered becoming an overlord?"

You scoffed and looked over to him. "Didn't we talk about this last time? Y'know," you flicked of bit of light over to a breaker causing it to crackle before the room lit up. "Before you almost got me killed?"

Alastor laughed and patted your head. "Oh past is past dear. You need to think of the now!"

You couldn't help but scoff. "That's an awfully ironic line coming from you," You looked at his staff and then back to him.

"Well I am thinking of the now, and radio is always better! But enough about that. You should really consider it. Y'know you technically are one already. Don't you own a few souls?" He titled his head with his eyes becoming dials. Slowly. Ticking. Away.

He sat his head to its regular position and smiled.\

"A few I have like one of two, that doesn't count,"

"One or two wouldn't be the word I'd use to describe such my dear," he leaned on your shoulder and grinned. "Besides you got this whole side of the pentagram under your claws," he tapped the desk with an ever growing grin.

"I don't have enough power-"

"Pardon my interruption darling but I do believe that is what you would call... baloney," He grabbed your shoulders and now spun you around to face him. "You should really think about this offer y/n after all I'm just trying to help you get your name up there-"

You stepped back and looked at him. "I don't want my name up there-"

"Once again-, pardon, but I do believe that it would be good. I've even spoken to Rosie about such,"

You paused for a moment before shaking your head. You couldn't do this, why would he want you to become an overlord? "Why?" you asked. "Why do you want this? Is it to show someone up?"

Alastor laughed before giving you a pat. "Oh you know me too well, but no,"

You scoffed. This was a petty rivalry, you could feel it. "Rosie doesn't like it when you lie," You said titling your head towards him. "Is this about that Vox guy?" You asked. You hoped not but knowing him... you didn't want to get invovled.

Alastor sighed keeping the smile. "You know me too well," he said, this time slightly strained.

"Al I can't just show up-"

"Sure you can! Don't worry my dear, Rosie and I will help you every step of the way," He turned around and dusted off his shoulders. "I ought to get going though darling, consider it!" He added as he walked out the door.

You paused sitting down on your chair. You were utterly fucked.

Vox groaned looking around. Usually he didn't parade around like such but this was a special case. He just didn't know why it had to be in this part of the pentagram. It was were practically all of the insane people resided in Hell. He watched as demons shouted and as one ate its own hand giggling and laughing.

It was disgusting. He walked around further till he came to a small building that was surprisingly in good shape. He grinned, this was it.

He walked right up to the door watching as the electricity around him responded to his presence, zipping around and disappearing. It was odd to see something reacting to his presence the way the electricity was. He stepped back for a moment as it flickered across his feet and under the door. He sighed looking at the building.

Just. One. Knock.

You tapped your feet on the ground before stopping. Consider it, what was there to consider? Truly. You weren't an overlord although in some cases Alastor would be more than happy to call you one. You owned souls, sure, but you didn't even have half the numbers of some of the people on there.

Yet here you were wondering what it all meant. You knew Alastor and you know what he's like. He adores the spotlight almost as much as he adores radio, having a friend like you up there just because he suggested it would paint the spotlight on you both. You have to admit, he's clever but he's rash in such a thought. The blacklash, it would show that he's powerful yes, but at what cost?

But he's thought this through, he doesn't make rash decisions, he wants to show Vox up, and he needs a statement. The fight with the angels show'd him losing, if anyone saw that he would need to show that he was still in power. Since he needs to do that who better to bring up on his own accord than you?

You were already powerful, you were a tech demon for crying out loud, and you were his friend. You already messed with Vox and his tech. You already showed that you're a force. You'd be the perfect subject to bring up. To show that he wasn't just old news.

You grit your teeth and ran your hand through your hair. If you said no? It wouldn't go well, Alastor already offered you power last time, he could also take away some of your power if he wanted. He could make the place you lived worse, although you doubted he would it. It didn't mean it wasn't exactly off the table.

Rosie wanted you up there too, she's been there for a while, she's been in hell for a while. You taking up this offer could be good, but it could be bad. You just showing up, that would piss people off, put a target on your back. Alastor and Rosie would help you but you doubted that they would care too much if you got into a scuffle with another overlord. Alastor did just prove that and-

Knock.

You paused for a moment looking at the door. Everyone on this side knew that you were closed by now, it was dark out. You were practically out. You stood up. It's probably just a new sinner. Is what you told yourself before sitting back down. Your hand pressing against your forehead in annoyance.

"We're closed," We're was a strong word, there's no one here but you after all. The words came out a little stronger than you would've liked but fuck it, this is hell.

Another knock. You set your hand down and sighed looking at the electricity around you crinkle. "We're closed you deaf or something fucker?" You turned around back to the door and sighed. Whoever this was better leave or else you're gonna take out some anger on them.

The door opened. You grit your teeth and stood up turning around. "Are you deaf-" Your words fell short of your mouth as you stared at the person in front of you. Fuck. You were utterly fucked.

Vox. Vox, the CEO of Voxtech was at your door. The man who you just fucked over with Alastor. This couldn't be a coincidence, or a friendly stop by for that matter.

You stood there for probably half a second before regaining composer. You straightened your back and sighed mentally this time. Alastor taught you three things after all.

Always keep a smile.

You smiled at him and although it was strained you could tell it pissed him off, maybe not the best for you but it did assure that you were in control that being whatever meager control you had over a real overlord.

"Hello, Vox from Voxtech I'm sure you've heard of me!" Vox smiled sticking out his hand for you to shake but you continued to smile and dipped your head instead.

"Y/n," You said in reply.

"Ah, well thats great to know. After all I finally get to put a name to the face I've been seeing all around my building lately," You tried to ignore the hollow tv like sound that came out of his mouth with each word. You. Were. Fucked.

You nodded picking at your nails your eyes glancing down at them. You are not looking him in the eyes. "Yes well I was doing a favor for an old friend of mine-"

"Alastor, correct?" He asked he grabbed your hand and forced you closer causing you to look up at him.

You stepped back and rubbed your hand with a glare painted onto his screen. "Yes, Alastor, we've known each other for a while now. Why? Jealous?" You chuckled and tilted your head feeling everything around you respond to where you were.

Vox rolled his eyes and grabbed your again this time, harsher. "Listen here, I don't know who you think you are but let me remind you something," You felt his hands pierce through your skin when you tried to move back. "You aren't anything," You watched as the blue electricity circled around you.

You looked around the room in half panic careful not to drop your smile although you doubt you were smiling much now, it hurt. Your hand hurt like he was fucking dissecting it.

2. Remind them where they are.

You paused for a moment and looked up laughing. With your other hand you flicked your wrist and smiled at him. The room responded to your without a second of hesitation. The lights flickered and the cables and chords lifted up in response wrapping around Vox's legs and pulling him down.

His hand scratched yours tearing it up badly, but it could be fixed. You needed to deal with this now. Vox hissed attempting to get up and free himself of the thick cables that wrapped around his hands. You rubbed your hand unconsciously and looked at him.

"Listen here," You mocked titling your head. You snapped your fingers and felt the lights burn hotter than before and onto Vox watching him panic over the sudden overload. "You aren't in your fancy studio anymore sweetheart," You felt the energy around your creeping into your skin making yourself bigger and more of a shadow than before.

"You're in my house," You grabbed his collar and bent down pressing him close to you. "Now get out," You demanded.

3. Always make them leave on your accord.

You shoved him back and watched as the cables tossed him out of the door and slammed it shut in his face. It might've hit him actually, well that wasn't your problem anymore now was it.

You groaned sitting down in your chair. Your head head like hell, worse than it actually, funny. You rubbed your head and sighed feeling the dull thump slowly trace itself around your body before fading. The energy around you was gone now. You wondered if Alastor ever felt like this after going 'full demon' or whatever the hell this was called. Then you remembered, of course he wouldn't. He wouldn't need to use all of his power, you on the other hand did.

You muttered a curse under your lips. You were a target now. You had no other choice but to accept Alastor's offer, he might help you. He would. He would help you before but now that you'd be more official partners with him he'd be more than glad to do so.

You slowly felt the world fade around you as you leaned on your desk and groaned.

Everything hurt.

Vox scrambled back up to his feet in shock. He felt weak. You took energy from him, how the fuck did you do that? He bared his teeth for a moment before stopping and dusting off his suit. If anyone saw that, he'd never hear the end of it.

You defeated him, you took control. It took a while for him to notice that he was weaker, but he was. He stood outside of your door for a few moments glad that he couldn't speak, he couldn't even think right.

That type of power was breathtaking in a way. He shook his head and walked off not wanting to risk another confrontation, he didn't know if he'd survive another.

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diana-rose-25 · 4 months

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Let's Dance Part 3 Teaser ~

“You may now select the ace dancer to represent your crew.”

Immediately after he said those words, Jam Republic and the other teams faced each other to discuss their options.

“Do you want to?” Kirsten asks Emma who sheepishly shakes her head no immediately with a giggle.

“What are you thinking?” Kirsten asks Latrice. The said girl groans and replies in an unsure manner, “I’m contemplating it.”

“Contemplating it?”

“Yeah,” Latrice confirms, “it’s scary.”

(Y/N) bit the nail on her thumb, sensing the heavy atmosphere amongst her team to pick their Ace. Admittedly, she wanted to volunteer to be their Ace as soon as the announcement was made. Out of all the members, she had the most experiences in freestyle battles and solo competitions. Not to brag but, she won those competitions 98% of the time.

However, she overheard who the Ace for Wolf’Lo is, Baby Sleek.

Her undefeated member who excels in almost all styles of dancing, and the one who taught her almost everything she knew about freestyle dancing. There is no doubt in her mind that the lose chip on Wolf’Lo is the first and the last one placed on the board. With Baby Sleek as their Ace, their victory is set in stone.

Yet, as she looked at her members, and the pressured look they have on their faces, she felt a sense of responsibility for them. She feels selfish if she leaves them in the dark. (Y/N) reminds herself that it's just fear and doubt crawling in her mind, and that ultimately, she's here to train and learn.

Besides, she promised herself to show off her growth towards her former mentor. What better way to display all her training than having the opportunity to go one-on-one with her?

“I’ll do it,” she suddenly says, catching them off guard. “If you want me to…” She trails off, feeling increasingly flustered as they silently stare at her with wide eyes.

A beat of silence passed, and a small smirk made its way in Kirsten’s face.

“Perfect.”

#let's dance #bada lee x reader #chocol x reader #swf2 x reader #street woman fighter 2 x reader #let's dance teaser #part 3 coming soon #diana updates

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arsoniiii · 11 months

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PART 2 IS JUST REKIS POV OF PART 1 MWAHAHAHAA

PART 1:

#sk8 the infinity #sk8fanart #sk8 #sk8 fanart #sk8 the infinity fanart #renga #renga fanart #sk8 renga #reki kyan #sk8 reki #sk8 masae #masae kyan #the guy reki meets up with is his old friend who got injured and stopped skating #reki is still hurt by how he just left him after that #but they’re trying to reconcile #part 3 coming soon #ari art

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thecomfortgoth · 3 months

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So…. Part 3 of Peeping Tom by next week anyone? 👀

Also I see I have an ask which um… YEAH I definitely wanna write about. I’m just trying to think about exactly how I’d write it and what the plot line would be. I’ll get to it after I’ve finished part 3 of PT ❤️

#peeping tom #part 3 #coming soon #part 3 coming soon #perv!steve harrington #eddie munson #eddie munson stranger things #steddie x reader #steddie x you #steve harrington #steddie smut #steve harrington stranger things

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alastor-simp · 2 months

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Part 3 Finale of Alastor X Mute Reader is almost finished!!

Who's excited?!

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iamnotthere-idonotdie · 3 months

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adored, pt. 2

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synopsis: reader and bruce haven’t seen each other in two weeks. they don’t know where the relationship stands, or if there’s one at all. they’ve had to deal with the press finding out about that first night together, and are continuing to navigate through the public eye.

warnings: bruce wayne (battinson) x reader, start and implication of sex but it’s not written out

a/n: i’m not in love with this part 2 and i couldn’t figure out how to make it longer/more interesting, i guess it’s more of a transition to part 3, i was interested to bring in the aspect of bruce wayne’s publicity and him being a public figure but i had some trouble putting it together, i was also inspired by the song edge of my seat by lume, so go listen to that if you’d like (full playlist here), like last part too there’s probably typos and ooc things that bruce does/says but this is just kinda where the story went while i was writing it

edit: link to part 1

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“mr. bill isn’t in right now, can i take a message?”

you’re getting better at that. at sounding like you actually wanna be here. you keep glancing at the clock, begging for the day to be over.

“thank you, i will be sure to get that message to him right away. have a great day”

it’s been two weeks now since… him.

you’ve been hoping you’d run into him somewhere, but of course you haven’t seen him since that morning. when you two sat in your chairs for two hours, drinking coffee, just enjoying each others comfortable silence.

he left that afternoon, but you’ll never forget when you were seeing him out, and as you were saying goodbye, he leaned in and kissed you one last time.

you’ve been yearning for that again, for that feeling of being wanted. you haven’t been able to get that again.

joe left that next day. he said he’d been seeing someone for a while, that that’s where we actually went that weekend, to see him. of course you were hurt by this, but you knew it was for the best. you two hadn’t been in it for a while. you’re just glad he’s the one who moved out. you love that apartment.

finally, the clock says 5:01 and you pack up your things and start to leave.

the press had a heyday when they saw bruce leaving your apartment that afternoon. you didn’t even know how they’d found him, but headline after headline speculated who’s apartment he was walking out of. of course, no one ever figured it out, and the story blew over as quickly as it started. you just wish you could call him and ask him… if that night meant to him what it meant to you. if he also felt that tension, that aching, and now if he feels as empty as you do that you haven’t seen each other.

maybe it was for the best though that it was just that one night. maybe it wasn’t meant to be. you two were astronomically different anyway. he’s an actual billionaire, and you’re a secretary. you’re running all these things through your mind as you take the train home. when you get back to your apartment finally, you just stand in your living room for a second, in a daze, thinking… what now? after much contemplation, you look over in your bedroom and see your outfit you set aside in case you��d ever want to go back to that bar. last time you just went in whatever you wore to work, but you decided two weeks ago that if you went back you’d want to dress nicer. it’s just been sitting there, unused. a few minutes go by of you just staring at the garment, and then you go in to put it on.

you hail a cab and and ask to go to the jade jewel. your hands shake the whole drive and you start regretting this decision. it’s been two weeks. what do you expect to see? and if he is there, then what do you even say to him? the decision’s made for you though, because you arrive at the bar. you thank the driver and head inside.

you sit at the same table in the back and order your drink, an old fashioned, just like last time. you sit there, squirming in your seat, drinking your cocktail way too fast, and can’t even pay attention to the music because you’re so nervous. why are you so nervous? he’s not coming. why would he?

an hour goes by, you’ve finished your drink, and the room is getting more and more crowded with every tick of the minute hand. you all but decide to leave when you glance up and see bruce walk in. he looks around the bar for a second, then his eyes land on you. and he smiles. you smile back. he stops at the bar and gets his drink while on his way to you, leaving what looks like a very generous tip in the jar. as he’s coming over you notice he has your usual in his other hand.

“you’re here.” you say.

“i’ve been here three times in the last two weeks. i was hoping to see you.” he says with a smirk.

you feel yourself blush.

“i’ve been hoping to see you too.”

he sits down and hands you your drink.

“thank you.” you say.

the two of you sit there at the table listening to the music, sipping your drinks. he finishes his first then goes to get another, but not before asking if you need a refill too. you decline; you’d rather not get sloppy drunk in front of bruce wayne, not tonight at least.

he comes back to the table and sits, this time not-so-subtly scooting his chair closer to you.

“so, how have you been?” he asks.

“i’ve been okay. mostly just working.”

“me too.” he says, as he looks down at his drink.

you pause for a second, then break the silence with something that’s been on your mind every day for the past two weeks.

“i’m sorry, by the way. about the paparazzi.” you say, looking down.

“it’s okay, it’s not your fault.”

“i just wouldn’t want them to do that again, you know?” you look at him, hopefully telling him through your eyes that you don’t want to risk this getting out… but that you also don’t want to leave alone tonight.

“well… they wouldn’t think anything of it if i’m just at home, right?”

you can read between the lines.

“yeah, i guess so. they wouldn’t notice me coming out though? of your place?”

“i have ways around that.” he says with a slight smirk.

you smile back at him.

the next few hours at the bar is spent with the two of you talking, drinking, dancing, kissing. you’re surprised no one in the bar is noticing it but you’ve picked a convenient spot for the two of you that’s fairly unassuming. you just can’t believe the story hasn’t gotten out yet that bruce wayne is here. with you.

as the night gets darker and bar gets emptier, you decide to take the night back to his house. you walk to the door, hand in hand, and you’re met with lightning flashes of cameras blinding you the minute you walk out of the bar. the two of you are stunned and then suddenly bruce is wrapping his arm around you and covering your face with his jacket as he rushes you to his car. you both get in the back and he instructs the driver to take you both home.

you catch your breath as you try to fathom what exactly just happened. someone at the bar must have let it spill that he was there. and now the press knows he was with you. it’ll be all over the news: bruce wayne seen with unknown date at dive bar. you can’t help but feel guilty, knowing that if he hadn’t been to your apartment two weeks ago then this never would’ve happened. you look over at bruce and he’s staring out the window of the car.

you don’t know what to say. maybe you shouldn’t say anything.

the two of you make it back to his home, luckily the press isn’t here, not yet at least. so you quickly make it inside. the two of you still haven’t spoken yet. he just goes to his living room and sits in a big armchair. you follow, and sit on a couch across from him.

he seems to be contemplating something. maybe you, whether this is all worth it.

“i’m sorry,” he says, breaking the long silence. “this isn’t fair to you. you didn’t sign up for this.”

“neither did you.”

“but i should’ve been smarter about it.” he says, clearly frustrated.

“really, i’ll be okay.” you try to reassure him.

“i just don’t want… i don’t want to lose…” he trails off, looking down at his hands.

“lose what?”

his status, his reputation? …you?

he gives you your answer by standing up from the chair and sitting down on the couch next to you, and kissing you. the two of you sit there, slowly intertwining with each other, trying to forget the world outside.

and for a little while, you do. for a little while, you forget about them, the flocks of vultures coming to see what stories they can drum up. you forget about the people on tv and on the internet making up narratives and theorizing about who you are. you forget about the bright lights coming for him, coming for you.

and you two just stay there, on the edge of the seat, becoming one.

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#the batman #battinson #bruce wayne #fanfic #robert pattinson #bruce wayne x reader #pictures from pinterest #part 2 of 3 #part 2 #part 3 coming soon #batman

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kyurizeu · 1 year

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Dangerous game 3 SNEAK PEAKK

I will be making the 3rd part with these photos added, but heres a little taste of what ive done so far🫶🏻

Taglist: OPEN!

#dangerous game #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen smut #enha fluff #jungwon #jungwon yang #jungwon smut #jungwon hard thoughts #kpop smut #teaser #part 3 coming soon

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romanogerslover · 2 years

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And some more The Quarry Memes for y'all to enjoy:

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that-one-pretty-bitch · 2 years

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↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▯▯▯

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Living hell by Bella Porch

𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝟤 𝒾𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒!! 𝐸𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝓇𝒶𝓂𝒶~

𝐼𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓌𝒶𝒽𝒶 𝒻𝒶𝓃𝒻𝒾𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝓇𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓈 𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒶𝓈𝓀 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂.

You kiss my lips until they're colder

Think you're in control

But I should let you know

“Good evening, Sir Lant. I start today as your house maid,” the girl muttered

“Ah, Lady y/n. What a pleasure it is to have you here! You may start by introducing yourself to all of my wives and children as you will be working for them,” Lant spoke.

That would be a lot of people, you remembered how your father had informed you that there were many residents in the Agriche household. You simply bowed and took your leave.

Introducing yourself to Fountaine

‘Perhaps it would be best if I started from the first door, this way I would meet everyone in an order and I would be able to memorize their rooms.’ you thought.

You knocked faintly on the door, making sure not to knock too hard or who knows what tantrums these demonic children would start throwing.

“I’m coming, JUST SHUT UP!,” a hideous voice came from across the door.

An older man opened the door. He had scars all over his face and was incredibly unattractive. Studying his face you couldn’t help but notice his pink tinted cheeks. You really hoped he wasn’t developing a crush on you.

Meanwhile fountaine thought that you were simply the most beautiful angel he had ever seen. An average heighted woman, with incredible features stood at his door eyeing him nervously.

‘If I become head I will make her my wife’ he thought

“Sir uhm..” the girl glanced around awkwardly

“Fountaine, you can call me Fountaine, my dear Marionette,” he smirked

Y/n couldn’t help but internally cringe at the thought of being called “his” puppet. This man really should learn his place.

“Ah..sir Fountaine I am Y/n this mansion's new maid. I was asked to introduce myself to all the members,” Y/n politely greeted

“Well then y/n, my room does need cleaning. Why don’t you come in?” He asked

His eyes were undressing her body. He was thinking of all sorts of things. She was his maid, meaning she would have to obey him, he would tie her down, hear her moan and whimper as he gave into her desires.

Meanwhile y/n shifted uncomfortably at how he was eyeing her like a hawk.

“Uhm.. sir Fountain, I truly apologize for the inconvenience but I should get going so that Sir Lant does not punish me,” Y/n sighed as she walked out of the room as fast as her legs could carry her.

Meanwhile Fountain was not pleased that he could not have his Marionette by his side. Y/n disliked him, she wanted nothing to do with him.

Meeting Maria

“Excuse me, is anyone here?” y/n knocked on Maria’s door

“Who is it~?” Maria said in a singsong tone as she walked towards the door

As Maria was admiring the beauty after opening the door y/n bowed

“I’m Y/n L/n this mansion’s new maid,” Y/n smiled

Maria was a firm believer in ‘pretty people don’t do work’ so she sympathized with the girl

“Oh you poor dear, I don’t want you to work as a maid. It will ruin your pretty hands. My dear you should attend tea parties with me instead! You should accompany me everywhere I go!! It would really make me stand out~ Two pretty women walking side by side hmm~ What do you think dear~?”

“ A tempting offer lady Maria, I would love to serve such an adorable woman like you however I would not like to anger Master Lant,” Y/n spoke back confidently. This woman had screws loose and she did not want anything to do with her.

( FYI I love Maria but tbh this is from an introverts perspective and Maria is very extroverted so this annoyed the reader )

“Ah~Of course dear~~ I forgot my husband was no funnnn~ but come in here won’t you darling. Let's have some tea!” Maria exclaimed

“Of course, I will go pour the tea,” Y/n got up to boil the water but she was stopped by Maria

“Now~~now~~ dear, haven’t I told you? You mustn't worry your pretty little head about working when i’m around we could simply ask someone else to do it~ OH ANGELA~~ Pour us some tea would you dear?” Maria said

“Lady Maria, you're spoiling me far too much! It is my job to serve you!” you argued as the other maid poured you two some tea.

“Pretty people don’t do work love~ the world revolves around them,” Maria said amused.

“Now, if I may ask, have you met my son yet? His personality is very dull but he is very good looking. I think you two would have perfect babies. I hope the children get your eyes!!” Maria fantasized about her son and “daughter in law’s” children while y/n avoided her gaze. She hadn’t even met this man yet and Maria was already talking about marriage??? And CHILDREN??

This would be a very long day.

𝒟𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒥𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓂𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝟥, 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝐸𝒱𝐸𝑅𝒴𝒪𝒩𝐸 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒜𝑔𝓇𝒾𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓈𝑒𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒹

#agriche #agriche family x reader #agriche family x maid reader #dion agriche #dion agriche x reader #fountaine agriche #maria agriche #part 2 #part 3 coming soon

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angrybatgaming · 1 year

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Mostly Majima Everywhere Update (Part 2)

X3 Honestly one of the parts I was looking forward to. And the fact that Kiryu appreciated it made it even better.

And OF COURSE I was excited for Goromi! 💖 ALMOST filled up that bar, but either it's impossible to do so or I gave the wrong answer somewhere.

My absolute favorite Majima Everywhere moment: Zombie Majima. Darn it, I should have set it to a harder difficulty because I had so much fun with it.

I could have sworn he serves 3 drinks to Kiryu, but okay. Lookit how dapper/professional he is!

Peek-a-boo!

Breaker Majima is not exactly my favorite to fight because I use more heat moves/heat climax moves in Brawler and Beast than Rush, but him walking up humming and snapping his finger during the middle of a fight cracks me up. Plus the ridiculous amount of experience points you get for beating him in any fight.

#screenshots #Yakuza #Yakuza Kiwami #Kiryu Kazuma #Goro Majima #Majima Everywhere #Goromi #Zombie Majima #wish I could do the zombie one again #without having to start a new game #part 3 coming soon

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sweetiesshortstories · 7 months

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˜”°•.˜”°• If Stars Could Love •°”˜.•°”˜

Pt 2

Astraeus POV ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Astraeus!” I heard my name called at my back, the voice of my mother. I sealed the gate with the flick of my hand and turned towards the direction of her call. She worried the sun was summoning her home, though to me she looked and sounded fit. Still, I was dutiful.

Her hair was neatly braided and her gown draped elegantly from her. She smiled at me as I approached.

“Astreaus, you’ve been secretive for days. Where are you going off to?” She was concerned as always, and loving. But there was no way to tell her I was fixing other realms. That my interference had made a human do something dangerous and as a result, new timelines were born.

“Nothing important.” I assured her, but she didn’t believe me.

“Are you watching humans again?” She asked it in a whisper. I didn’t answer. “You know that’s dangerous! Humans are too tempting and you know interacting with them is forbidden.”

“Trust in me, I’m always safe. For what reason did you summon me?”

She frowned and her violet eyes softened. She didn’t want to move on, but for me she would.

“Your brother, Aedon,” she spoke. “He went to the realm of Ra again. He caused trouble the last time. Retrieve him for me?”

I couldn’t help my laughter.

“The Ra’s hardly require our help but if it will ease you, I shall.”

I didn’t want both of my mothers sons breaking rules and being foolish. As eldest, I had claimed that role. Aedon would have to settle with being the law abiding son.

The Realm of Ra isn’t something describable in human tongue. Nothing in the fourth dimension is. Their suns rose from the sand and dropped gold from an orange sky, their trees bloomed tresses of iridescent silks, and those descriptives are weak though the best that can be commanded.

It wasn’t hard to find Aedon once i stepped through the star. I needed only to follow the sound of music and laughter, then the trails of clothing.

He had several beings around him but the one draped over his shoulders, dripping with lust, was Bastet. Purrs rumbled from her throat as she rubbed her feline face against his, her claws toyed with his flesh. Off to Aedon’s left was Hathor, with eyes glazed from drink. Her ears that sat atop her head were drooping and hanging off to the sides, the descendent of Ra himself was drunk with my brother. Again.

“Astreaus!” His voice called to me and his arms opened. Bastet narrowed her eyes and with the grace of morning dew on a spiders web, slithered down to me, flicking her tail from side of side.

“You’ve come to join?” She stepped on the atmosphere as if an invisible staircase was at my side, and nuzzled her nose to my neck.

“I’ve come to call my brother home.” I removed her hands from me, delicately of course, and pressed a kiss to the tops of her fingers. Her nose wrinkled still in offense.

“Why home, brother? We’ve just begun here.” Aedon waved his hands gesturing to the other “guests” and the sounds of sighs and laughter echoed around. Aside from his gifts that are common in our kind, the Dionysus, he fit perfectly in Ra.

His skin glowed, reflecting the light of their many suns, his hair floated around him as if he descended from water, and his eyes entranced all.

“Mother summons.” I answered, and his smile fell. Bastet turned away from me sharply and Hathor released a deep, guttural groan. Aedon stood from his seat and strode through the beings that lounged and basked in his presence, which for that I was grateful. It's never a pleasantry to see two Dionysus's at fight. He didn't speak until we were some distance away, close to our star door.

"For what does she summon?" He grumbled as he swept hair from his eyes.

"Your good will, your soul, the souls of those you entrance."

He scoffed as we entered the star and began our short way back home.

"They know of your gateway." Aedon pipped as the star closed at our backs. I paused but he didn't continue.

"Who knows? And what do you know of it?"

"Oh, Brother, you know who knows. I overheard during a tumble in the supply closet with Seto." He chuckled, I did not. "They'll find it, and they'll close it." He cautioned as he moved to walk past, but I stopped him. He looked at me with wide eyes.

"Brother! What has you so tense? Where have you been going?" He pried, but I could hardly say it aloud. Turns out I didn't need to. "Not the third dimension! You know what happens when humans and our kind--"

"I know!" I didn't want him to finish. The stories were well known. Dionysus and human women were a dangerous combination that almost saw to the end of life on Earth at one point. The blend of our DNA created something that couldn't be sustained in their dimension, or ours. The star connecting our realms was sealed, but closing a star door isn't easy, as a result it combusted and the spatter created other doors, smaller gateways. Such as the one I had found several moons ago. My connection to her.

"You know, you have the skills to join their ranks. If you did, you could access every gate. No one could stop you." Aedon spoke the truth, but it did little to solve the immediate. By her time, I would have already been away several days, perhaps weeks. I could pick the time I returned; I could pick the very second after I sent her back. But it wouldn't be her. It would be another version of her while this one continued on, never to see me again.

It filled me with dread, not knowing exactly how much time had already passed, and how much more would need to. I turned to continue down the tunnel towards our home, Aedon fell into step with me.

"Well? Will you become a Guide?" He sang.

"I will be what is required and necessary."

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I was lost staring into the blue sky, catching my breath as the water on my skin chilled. I hadn't seen Astraeus in weeks, I felt numb. For nights the clouds covered the sky and cried, mirroring how I felt. It brought a strange sense of comfort, as if the sky was sharing my ache and I wasn't alone.

I couldn't speak of him, I had no one to tell, to cry to or receive consolation. It was lonely, and painful, but I would live my entire life that way if it meant I could have one more minute with him. I couldn't believe our first was our last.

I lay soaking wet on the cold ground solely because I needed to feel something more than loss, and pain. I needed something real to wake me up. It was the walk. A nice solitary stroll, crunching over dried fall leaves and gazing at the naked arms of trees. Something refreshing, and grounding, and something a normal person would do. Then I saw the creek, flowing, sparkling in the daylight.

That's what I need.

I was removing my sweater and kicking off my shoes before I had even finished the thought. Losing my breath from the shock of the cold water, I submerged myself. Under the water the cold wasn't so bad. It was even friendly. My arms and legs were floating, and the flow of the water brushed over every inch of my body. Breaking for air however, brought a whole new sentiment.

My teeth chattered and my limbs tightened as shivers trembled from me. I didn't want to dress completely soaking, so I lay upon the ground and stared at the sky that had ignored me. And as if to mock me further a plane far above the earth reflected the sun, glittering at me. A single sob choked from my chest, but I clamped my lips, stuffing that feeling down. The sky glittered again, this time brighter. I stared at the plane but saw no movement, no trail, the shine in the sky was stationary.

I've never seen him during the day.

I sat up, my hands gripping the ground, my heart fluttering. It couldn't be...could it?

"Astraeus?" I don't know why I spoke; sound didn't travel through he told me, and even if it did, he was so far. With my gaze fixated on the glint in the sky it grew brighter before my eyes and seemed to come closer.

A blinding light flashed and forced me to look away with eyes slammed shut. I heard the same groaning sound from when we first met. When I looked back, there was a circle of light a few away from where I sat. It was upright, like a doorway and despite the appearance of movement it made no sound. No hums or buzzes. I didn't feel fear or any urge to flee.

I walked towards the light and as I grew closer, I felt a warm summer breeze and soft a pull. Something guiding me forward. I didn't look back.

The closer I got to the light the fainter it became, and something began to show through the center. I was so focused on the image forming before me that I didn't notice when I walked through into the light. The fade was gradual, and my attention was captured. I stood in a place that felt endless, with no doors or floors, no corners or walls.

Looking down at my hands I saw I was no longer flesh, muscle, or anything solid. I was a hollow form, broken into stardust, light, and ice. I glittered with gold, copper, diamonds, rubies, and each fragment held the primitive instincts of every microorganism that came together...for me. My organic form. It wasn't mine but I felt it and could move it, I could move thousands of years of energy with a thought.

I couldn't look away because the longer I stared the more I saw. I'm a slug on a flower, then eaten by me, the bird. Who is then caught by the sabretooth who is me, then trampled by the falling stone of the rocks I drop from my mountainous form. We, not me. Who is me?...

I shook my head and looked around at the universe, it danced circles and each had its own voice. But I was there for a reason...wasn't I? I wanted to see someone. I looked around, in circles, over, and over, and over....

Until I saw the speck. There was an end to that side of this space. Which side, I'll never know. I could have been going back the way I came for all I knew, but it was the only direction I could see. I walked, and then ran, reaching my arm out towards the opening. A small pinhole in the fabric.

My vision turned violet, and wind ripped at me. I felt dense, stiff, restricted and out of control. Unable to catch my breath I felt so dizzy that when the world finally stopped moving, I didn't register it. My arms felt heavy, my whole body did. Why did my body feel so...not mine?

"Breathe. You must take a breath." I heard his voice, but before me the world was still blurry. I couldn't keep my head straight, so I went to rest, to lay it down for a moment. I was flipped into a cradle position, and it made me want to rest more, but my lips were pried open, and air was pushed into my mouth and forced down my throat. It was like a jolt went through my body.

My throat opened and I began coughing, gasping desperately. Yes, air, I needed air, I had to breathe. How did I forget that?

Staring down at me were the green eyes I had dreamt about. He held me in his arms and slowly the awareness of my body returned as I felt myself flooded with warmth. With all the effort I could muster I threw my arms around his neck and buried my face against him.

"I thought I'd never see you again." It was childish, needy. I felt embarrassed by my show of emotion but was unable to hold it back. Opening my eyes, I looked over his shoulder and noticed for the first time we were in the air, and he had wings. Shards of white light held us above ground.

"You have wings!" I was breathless at the sight.

"Not entirely. It's a manipulation of the fine matter surrounding me, it reflects light. All Dionysus are capable of this."

When we touched ground I didn't want to let go. It was the same beautiful, lush scene as the first time. I didn't need to look around in awe, I needed to spend every second consuming everything I could from him. His image, his essence, anything he would tell me. He sat on the grass still holding me, and I nestled against his chest.

"How long do we have?" I asked, dreading the answer.

"As long as you desire."

"Don't tell me what I want to hear. Tell me the truth." I didn't want him ripped away again, I couldn't take it.

"I speak the truth. I was ill prepared the first time, but preparations were made this time. We sit in the space between our realms, just outside the grasp of time from either place." His voice was as soothing as it was before, but I didn't like it. Something was off.

"What aren't you telling me?" I felt a sinking in my stomach, something heavy and awful.

"We have all the time here, now. Once we leave, there is a possibility that we might never see one another again."

It was as awful as I had suspected. It was a goodbye.

"What if I never want to leave? What will happen?" My eyes were watering, and my voice was straining.

Authors note: I didn't want to make readers wait 2 weeks for the climax, so here is a surprise drop! I've cut out a lot of the plot but I still consider this smut with a plot, haha. Part 3 will be posted this Friday October 6th. I hope you enjoyed this visual into what walking through the gateway for a human entails. If there's anywhere you think I can do better, or anything you think I should fix/add, please let me know!

Thanks <3

#my writing #darkromance #alien lover #alien boyfriend #monster lover #monster fucker #part 2 #to be continued #smut with plot #dark smut #part 3 coming soon

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thecomfortgoth · 7 months

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Okay so... Part 2 of Peeping Tom is coming tonight.. but this won't be the end of the story.. Nuh uh, nope! Part 3... will be coming out as soon as I've finished writing it 👀

Who's excited?

#peeping tom #eddie munson #eddie munson stranger things #perv!steve harrington #steddie x reader #steddie x you #steve harrington #steddie smut #steve harrington stranger things #part 2 incoming #part 3 coming soon

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grumelot123 · 3 months

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UPDATE! ON THE FANFIC "I'm trying so hard to hate you"

I'm posting part 3 tonight!

There will be sum angst tho! But like almost all of my parts in this series, it'll end happy! So get ready to read a LOT

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #part 3 coming soon #good luck #update

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gothy-froggy · 1 year

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So…I might be working on a part 3-

#tarhos kovács #tarhos kovács x reader #part 3 coming soon

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greatnessordeath · 1 year

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villain Deku x !femreader

PART 2

3.3 k words Part 1 if you missed it or read on ao3 Happy Halloween everyone!

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You can’t put into words how pissed you are. It sucks. SO FUCKING HARD.

Urgh, why’s he always five steps ahead of you?

Is he so outragingly smart or are you just predictably dumb? It’s maddening. You can’t stop thinking about what happened. Burning hot anger eats at your gut, gnaws at your insides and makes you grind your teeth too harshly. There's no way you could've foreseen that he’d be immune to the suppressor. Or that he would actually … dare to kiss you.

Your lips tingle at the thought. Wait - they what? TINGLE? Sorry, but no. They at the very most feel alien after Deku had the audacity to claim them. Additional disgust creeps up your throat at the thought of his spit inside of you. You try to shake it off and stay focused. The special unit must arrive soon. Despite your effort, the following minutes passed in a haze: rejoining with the special unit, exchanging infos, reporting and post-processing what happened. The helicopter unit kept searching but all they transmitted via radio was 'negative'. They didn’t find anything. Not a single hint. He was gone like the last bit of hope.

You’ve been dead on your feet for almost 24 hours by now and the adrenaline that kept you going starts to fade. At this point, you feel only bitter disappointment.

Already brooding how to nab him the next time you stare out of the tinted window of a special rescue van. The others on the scene practically shoved you in there to treat your injuries. Chewing your bottom lip, you don’t want to talk at all. You just can’t stand the presence of other humans right now. Their pitying looks make you sick.

It was only topped by a compassionate shoulder squeeze from a young paramedic. “Don’t,” you growl and do your best to stare them down. Taken aback, they carry on to regenerate your wrists mumbling an apology. You condone it silently. Urgh, you don't want to be rude, but it's already stressful not to scream at them to mind their own business.

Prickling warmth spreads in your arms due to the accelerated metabolism. Your cells reunite and multiply in a blazingly fast tempo. The bones come together with a snap and the swelling sets back in seconds. You say your biddings to the distressed-looking paramedic to get out of there asap. They keep on telling you what movements to avoid et cetera, but as soon as they’re finished with the bandage, you storm out into the chilly night, without another word.

Breathing in the crisp air helps you ground. You take out your notepad to scribble down anything that might get lost in oblivion. Your wrists still hurt, but it could be worse.

The blank page stares back at you mockingly. Where should you start? Your brain feels like it was smoothly mixed in a high-speed blender. Your hands shake and fail to write out any words. Breathe. Concentrate. Go back in time. Remember him. How he moved. What he said. How he looked and smelled and tasted.

Sweet.

Snap! You break the pencil you're holding in half. White knuckles under your bandaged fists let hot pain mount in your throat. “Hey, you okay?”, someone asks with a voice, heavy with concern. You give the person quick side eyes, to see if you could fob them off. Well, no - it was Naomasa Tsukauchi, Chief of Operations. The tall man with short dark hair had the friendly eyes of an elementary school teacher. They contrasted with the - you assume - unintended five o’clock shadow around his jaw. “Yes,” you breathe through gritted teeth. “I'm glad to hea—”

“Oh, please spare me. He got away.” You admitted salty.

“I know…” Your hands clench to fists again as you try to swallow your agitation, not aware that Tsukauchi tried to make eye contact.

“Uhhh listen, I think you should take a few days off after tonight.” He smiled benevolently.

The meaning of the sentence hits you like a truck. “What? No! WHAT? You — you can’t be serious.” You stutter unbelieving.

“Listen, —” “No! What about Deku? l—” "Listen, I already have a substitute.” You must be caught in a very bad nightmare. Desperately trying to take a grasp on reality, you blurt out “Who?” An awfully sinister feeling spreads across your body and your eyes narrow to slits. “It’s not Monoma, isn’t it?” … He tried to keep his expression treacherously neutral while yours screwed up. “God, nooooo. No, no, no. Not him!”

You can see him getting tired of your respectless behavior, because his brows knit like a range of mountains. “Silence now! He will do it, no matter how much you brag. It’s a done deal.” “You can’t do that to me! He’s such a di—” “Decisive and capable colleague. I’m sure that’s what you wanted to say, right?” His dark eyes were dangerously hard as he tried to stare you down. “Nevermind, I’m just gonna kill him myself. Just let me—” “L/N! You're going too far! This isn't fun anymore!” “It wasn't meant to be funny. I’m dead serious. I am the only one who can keep up with this green haired maniac and you know it!” “Exactly! That's why I don't want you to get carried away!” He huffed and crossed his massive arms. “You need a break.” “But we’ll lose him! We can take a break when he’s finally arrested!” “No arguing anymore. You’re already way too invested in this!” “But—” “No more buts,” he barked, slowly losing his temper, which never ever happened before. He massaged his temples and took an audible breath. “You’re human. You’re supposed to have a life. I don’t know! Sleep in, visit your family or go watch a movie with friends! You get three days off! That’s an order!” “NO, you cannot—” “Since I am your Boss, YES I CAN!” You opened your mouth to insist, but he cuts in before you can say anything. “Four days!" “Please, just let me—” “FIVE DAYS! And I’m begging you to shut up! You're making it worse.” You want to explode and blow the whole world up like Dynamight. But there was no space for negotiation without earning yourself more consequences. “You finally finished?” He snapped furiously and ran fingers through his hair. “Thank God.” It took you all what was left to bite your tongue. Your crimson face burns due to this despotism. “Fine. After that, you can come back and continue sleeping in the office. I don’t care! You hear me? But for 120 hours I don’t want to witness a single peep coming from you. No calls, no e-mails, no snooping around in the office, no contact at all to coworkers. I will know. Look at me!” You stoically lift your gaze to his agitated face. You never witnessed him act so out of frame. “Are we clear?” “Yes, Sir,” you pressed between pursed lips. “Good. I will see you again on Monday.”

And he was gone. You want to scream until your lungs give out.

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Getting forced days off was the worst. The absolute WORST. It was even worse than nearly arresting Deku. You don’t want to stop. It felt like watching him run further away from you, just in time when you were close enough to stretch out a hand and finally touch him. It was like the desperate attempt to catch smoke with bare hands. In a way, you’re now absolutely empty. Useless. Deprived by the only thing that gave your life meaning, the one thing you were really good at. Your stomach twists and you want to throw up. Except there’s nothing to emit but fire and brimstone.

You are absolutely exhausted, by all means. Yet you’re burning with determination.

Nothing could change that. Ye, a setback sucked. But it was not in the slightest a reasonable excuse for giving up. You simply gotta work harder, sink your teeth deeper and never ever let go. You must become like his shadow. Inseparable. No matter how intricate it might be to dig deeper and chase down the tiniest evidence, somehow, you will manage to find him. You always did and you always will. But for today, he slipped you. Not only that, but in a way that was... personal.

He made it personal by crossing a line.

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If you’re about to be at home for five days, you need to buy some food. So you speed run the groceries and finally find yourself in front of the fruits. You want to grab some apples, but some rando bumps into you so you drop the packaging and they spill on the floor.

“Fuck!” you swear. In the corner of your eye you see a hooded figure hurrying away. “Yeah, better get away before I forget myself.” You vent in a low tone to yourself and huff because everybody was an asshole these days. The apples for sure will have pressure marks, but you don’t care anymore. You throw them into your shopper basket and breathe in the smell of juicy granny smiths. Wait. What is that feeling? No, not a feeling but a …scent? Your eyes cling to the apples. You bend down to sniff them again out of sheer instinct. You can’t quite put a finger on it, but something definitely feels off.

Familiarity. That's what you sense. But regarding your lifestyle in the office where you practically live from take out and instant noodles, you haven’t eaten fresh apples for an eternity. Where’s the sense in that? Maybe you did hit your head too hard and Tsukauchi was right. Nahhh, you’re fine. At least that’s what you tell yourself, because the uneasy feeling scratches the back of your brain all the way home.

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Steaming hot water runs down your hematoma strewn curves. You can’t remember what the paramedic said about showering with the bandages, but you couldn’t care less. You need to wash away the feeling of Deku’s hands on your skin. The memory of the kiss haunts you whenever you close your eyes. The feeling on your split lip is too present, still too fresh in your mind. No matter how much you try to scrub it off, the feel of him sucking and biting your lip won’t go away. Neither won’t the unholy sensation of how he pulled you close against his body and how you rubbed against him. It wasn’t like you felt dirty or used. No, you felt betrayed. You’re angry that he’d mustered the audacity to claim you without permission. …

Your pussy clenched at the thought of consensually being claimed by Izuku Midoriya. Fuck, fuck, fuck. You brace yourself against the tiles with both hands and let water run down your neck. This must be it. You finally arrived at rock bottom.

… Nonsense. Hasn't there always been a hint of tension? If you look back real honest, yes. The door existed, deep down, where the light never shines, but you didn’t even dare to look at it, let alone open it. You sure as hell tried to push it to the back of your mind, but it's obviously kinda hard when he moans in your mouth like it was all he ever wanted.

So, should you feel ashamed for admitting you’re horny? Well, purely being horny or being horny because of the most wanted criminal throughout Honshu was clearly not the same. Fuck. You rub your skin dry too forcefully and brush your teeth unnecessarily violently.

As you lay down in bed, you’re shredded. You’re incredibly tired, but toss and turn restlessly as if you just downed a gallon of coffee. Deku was all you could think of. Day and night. This can’t be healthy. And you definitely won’t let yourself thirst over him. It will give him some kind of power over you. You’ve no idea how, but you’re sure he would know. Somehow he always knows things he can’t… After another fruitless thirty minutes have passed, you pull open a drawer of your nightstand and down a valerian pill. Hopefully this helps, you think and roll around again. Eventually, you fall into an uneasy doze.

You’re running breathless through the dark streets of Naruhata, a blurred silhouette upon your heels. You take sharp turns but there’s nowhere to hide in the deserted streets. Everything looks gray and abandoned. The buildings appear bigger than usual and make you feel extra small. Hastily, you dash around the next corner just to find a dead end ahead of you. “Y/N… “ The thing cries out. It has Dekus voice. You’re winded and look back just to see the wrath in the bloody creature's eyes. If you were to describe it, you’d say it looks similar to Venom from the Marvel comics. But instead of black, its body is clad in forest green. The long curly tongue is covered in saliva and lashes out to grab you. You can’t dodge and in another second you’re dragged towards the scary emerald creature. No, no, no!You kick around and rip your nails to the ground, but there’s no get away. Instinctively, you squint your eyes shut as you bear down to its foaming mouth, but when you abruptly fall oh so soft, you tear them open in surprise. You’re suddenly in a king size bed surrounded by a transparent curtain. You can vaguely make out red rose petals that lay scattered on the floor. The small room is dimly lit by a bunch of white candles in every corner. You look down your own body to find yourself in a scandalous revealing, silky negligee. The lacy hem shrouds only just your crotch and exposes your legs. You cover yourself with bare arms, but his terrifying smooth voice echoes again.“Will you be a good girl for me now?”You turn around to see a familiar silhouette behind the curtain.You want to scream, but no tone leaves your lips. You grab your sore throat, but you’re muted, doomed to implied engagement. The way he chuckles so charming confirms your darkest fear. It’s definitely Deku. He starts to unbutton his white shirt while watching you squirm with a confident smirk. “Oh, we’re gonna have so much fun together.” You’re feeling nauseous as you watch the daring relief of his trained chest when he pulls out of the shirt. “I will make you cum so hard, babe.” You’re shaking your head exceedingly, voice still cracked and soundless. He undoes his belt, as you desperately begin to crouch backwards. Just away from him! “Where are you going, sweetheart? You can’t escape me.”His shoulders dance up and down while he laughs at your pathetic endeavor.

"It’s sweet how you’re playing hard to get. I can work with that."

No matter how hard you try, the distance you so desperately tried to extend, won’t grow by a bloody inch. Dammit, how big is this fucking mattress, you think to yourself whilst picking up more and more tempo sliding backwards.

“I can be anything you need me to be.” His voice is so endearing like a siren's call that resonates with your deepest physical longing. Noooo, wrong, mistake, incorrect, awry, false - every cell in your body rebels against his intoxicating affinity.

You hold your breath as he unzips his pants and your heart thrums deafeningly loud.

You want to avert your gaze, but it's like your eyes are magically glued to his crotch. The v line and the trail of dark hair leads your eyes downwards to his open fly. You bite your lip as traitorous heat pools in your core. Goosebumps erupt on your skin as you watch him slowly strip off his pants.

He's got the juiciest thighs, but it's the contents of Pandora's boxers that peak your interest. He pushes the veil aside and his appeal blooms in full sharpness. “I bet you can’t wait to choke on my cock, bunny.”Your cheeks burn like fire. The mattress dips from his weight, as he crawls towards you, catching your shifty eyes. The leafy green of his iris has a frightening undertone of reptile yellow.

In the spur of the moment, you shut your eyes defensively - the only way to escape him. At least you thought so, but the scene continues in your mind's eye. He’s right in front of you at an arm’s length, growling like a predator eye to eye with his prey. “Come here!!!”You scream and shield yourself with your hands!

BANG!

You drop out of bed. Panting like crazy, you lie on the floor of your own apartment. You look around frightened and realize that it was just a nightmare. You’re in your usual big size T-Shirt which is soaked in sweat. Rubbing your eyes, you pick yourself up from the floor and storm towards the window. You rip it open to breathe fresh air and calm your heated mood. That shit was intense. The image of Deku charging at you with a gaping mouth and wide eyes is a view that will haunt you for ages. And… so much for not letting yourself thirst over Deku. Tch… thanks subconscious! You must calm down. You needed to support your aching head and plucked up a hand. It took you several minutes to get a grip on yourself. The green haired lunatic spooked through your thoughts for far too long. Maybe you should make an appointment with your therapist. You fetch yourself a cigarette with trembling hands and greedily inhale the hellish stuff. You need another one to perceive a soothing effect at all. You watch the indigo night sky draped with heavy gray clouds. They swallow the orange light of the street lamps below and a few pigeons cut through the night. You need to wash the sweat from your face and shuffle towards the bathroom. You don’t even turn on the light, because you know the apartment by heart. Finished with your needs and changed into a new shirt, you close the window and snuggle up under the blanket once more. Your lids are heavy and the warmth of the bed is beyond cozy. You’re about to drift off, as you hear the floor creak. In the blink of an eye, you grab the 45 and switch on the nightlight. There’s nothing extraordinary, except a faint noise coming from the kitchen. You’re living alone, what the… ? You swallow and get out of bed without a creak, holding the gun with both hands. You tiptoe along the hallway towards the kitchen. You stand around the corner of the room, pressed against the wall for cover and perk up your ears. It sounds like … chewing? You take a last deep breath and step up to the intruder. When your eyes catch sight of the unmistakable green thatch, the blood freezes in your veins. Deku stands in the middle of your kitchen and bites into a granny smith with relish, so that the juice runs down his chin. “How do you know these are my favorites?” He asks with a wink and an innocent smile like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth.

#deku x y/n #deku x reader #villain deku #izuku x reader #bnha fic #happy halloween #kinktober 2022 #part 3 coming soon

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