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Reblog if you think a woman can be complete without children

Y’ALL HAVE TIME TO REBLOG THIS. IT TAKES LESS THAN FIVE SECONDS.

Every time I see a twilight or tvd long x reader fic I get excited and then the name is like

" the other Swan"

" the forgotten Gilbert"

" the secret Mikaelson"

take your ass back to Wattpad because that shit is LAZY.

No adoption mentioned either, which could create such a nice explanation and allow us POC readers to feel like we're not immediately excluded.

And the lack of racial/ethnic diversity, where is your imagination? You could literally craft an entire plot about how your mc has come to be involved with these characters and that's what you go with?

And the mc doesn't have to somehow be more powerful than every other powerful character like, they can just be strong and powerful enough to hold their own y'know?

For any relocated TikTok users

you can say sex and kill its fine

If you don't have a profile picture people will assume you're a bot

theres barely an algorithm, if you want to see cool shit reblog things instead of just liking them

follower count doesnt matter

tumblr fame gets you one thing and it is Yelled At

no one knows what the fuck the nsfw policy is

block anyone that annoys you even a little bit

And most importantly:

post cringe

Here is a comprehensive list of the different vampiric Spotify playlists I've accumulated over time for @fenrisshadow and anybody else who's interested:

Lesbian vampire vibes

POV: you're a sexy vampire

Vampiric

Vampírica

Vampire Gothic

Vampire

Vampires

Vampire vibes

POV: you're reading in dracula's study

Dracula

Dracula in order

Dracula the Musical (not a playlist but I do think that it fucks severely)

Classical music that makes me feel like a sexy villain in a movie

Dark Romanticism

Gothic Romance

The tragic romance in a gothic castle - crimson peak

Reincarnated Lover

POV: You're the 1800s Antagonist

A tragic gothic romance in a Victorian castle - crimson peak

Reblog if you think asexuality is a legitimate sexuality.

I'm trying to prove something.

PLEASE POTATO 😭🤞🏽 YK WHAT I WANT

I live laugh love him 😻

pretty boy said :(((

Take You For Granted Ch.1

pairing: Bakugou Katsuki / Reader

status: in progress

Wordcount: 11.3K

summary: 

Out of sight, out of mind. Is what you always reminded yourself after you moved away from home. No longer under the watchful eye of your childhood bully, and free to live your life the way you wanted. A semi-successful career, monthly get-togethers with the girls from college. Free to date any and every man that walked into your line of sight.

Until you find yourself in the predatory gaze of a stalker, hungry for anything you have to offer.

Now your childhood bully is in charge of protecting you from a danger you never saw coming. Pro hero or not, the last thing you want or need is Katsuki Bakugou back in your life. Forcing you to come to terms with the fact neither of you knew how to handle your feelings, even as adults.

warnings: General warnings for fic.

Bully Bakugou Katsuki, Mutual Pining, Canon-Typical Violence, Forced Bonding, Bodyguard type Romance, Blood and Violence, Drinking & Talking, Home Improvement, Bonding, Manhandling, Roughhousing, Rough Kissing, Forced Eye Contact, Mutual Masturbation, Pet Names,Bullying, Sharing a Bed, Rough Sex, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Anal Play, Daddy Kink, Light BDSM, Domestic Fluff, Childhood Friends, Flashbacks, Idiots in Love, Sexual Tension, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Dirty Talk, Breathplay, Breeding Kink, Pining, Cuddling & Snuggling, Fluff and Angst, Smut

They had always been there, as far as you can remember, Leaking like a busted pen into the crevices of your memories. Leaving purplish black stains you couldn’t erase, no matter how hard you tried. You were glued to their sides, just as much as they were yours growing up.

Always a little older, faster, and stronger than you in every aspect.

Whisking you away on grand adventures. Through the enchanted forests of the nearby park. Equipped with Long skinny sticks that served as swords. And pockets full of gray rocks that were able to cast powerful magic. They taught you the ways of the make-believe world they created.

One where Dragons soared through the skies. And monsters laid in wait to snatch up helpless maidens. Knights and wizards were in a constant battle to rule over lands that had yet to be discovered. A place that gifted you with endless possibilities to seek a grand adventure of your own.

But as always you were shunned to the role of a lonely princess.

Locked away in a tower, waiting for your knight and wizard to aid you in escape. The story was something close to being locked away by an evil step-parent. Who promised you to a prince before you were born. And your only chance at escape was the blond hair knight and a curly green-haired wizard. Two people who should be mortal enemies.

But willing to work together to rescue the princess.

And every time you played this game, it was always the same outcome. They did it, but only for you. Your call was enough for them to put aside petty differences long enough to free you from the tower in the sky. Willing to fight off those dragons and slimy monsters, all in a race to be the first one to rescue you.

From what you remember, to win your hand in marriage.

On, those days your tower wasn’t just the largest rock Katsuki could find in the park. But it was the highest tower in the deepest parts of the enchanted woods. Protected by a river of lava and goblins who lived under the bridge to the castle door. Ready and waiting to tear anyone who was dumb enough to get close to shreds.

You vividly remember the way you wanted to have a turn at being a knight, ready to rescue a maiden in waiting.

Only to have your idea laughed at by the blond-haired boy.

Because you were a princess and you needed to be saved. Or so that's what he told you. That you were too much of a scardy cat to fight an actual dragon or kill off a goblin. You couldn’t even be a wizard, because that was what Deku was supposed to do.

No, your job was to wait around and yell for help until they found you.

As much as you felt disappointed in his words, you still played along because you just wanted to be included. Playing the part of the helpless princess and waiting for your heroes to save you.

Not much longer after that argument you could hear your mother calling the three of you back home for lunch. Your game was on pause until you could eat a proper meal. She sat the three of you up just under the shade of the massive tree in your backyard. The sturdy towering oak. Large enough to support the weight of the new swing your parents had just bought you. While providing a nice place to relax and enjoy your lunch in the summer heat.

They were the reason for most of your childhood memories, but he was the sole reason behind most of the trauma.

Because lurking just underneath those wonderful memories of fighting dragons. And playing make-believe in the park. when you were five, you also remember the way he pulled your hair. Tugging harshly on the pigtails your mother put you in that morning. You can remember the way his laugh carried around the open park. As tears welled up in your eyes from the pain on your scalp.

He called you a crybaby when you brought up his roughhousing. Taking his frustration by being called out on you once again. Pushing you backward, and stealing the biggest bite of your strawberry cream sandwich. Laughing once again at the way your mouth hung open in disbelief.

He only pretended to be sorry when you ran inside and told your mother what he had done. Huffing and puffing like a real-life dragon when he had to apologize to you in front of everyone. His face was red and his hands balled into fists at his side. His mother slapped the back of his head as punishment. He gritted the words out, but you could tell he was still angry at you. His new mission was to make your life as miserable as possible as long as he was around.

Because it only got worse from then on out.

The endless family dinners,birthday parties. And even sleepovers he made sure that you cried at least once. He would always say something that would hurt your feeling. Calling you silly childish names that stung like a mortal wound at your age.

He would go out of his way to steal your favorite plush animal you snuggled into bed with. nd throw it across the room for no reason other than to hear you whine. Or if you were at dinner, he would pinch your arm and wait for you to cry out. Just so he could make fun of you and run off to play with Izuku before you could blame him for anything.

To be a knight, he was really mean to the princess he liked to save.

But after a while, he wasn’t satisfied with just bullying you anymore.

Izuku was kind, unlike his blond haired friend.

He had more than enough time in his day to show you kindness when Katsuki wouldn’t. He let you nap in peace, let you snuggle up under his baby blanket, and stayed quiet when you were sleeping. His mom made you both your favorite snacks, and he let you pick out the games you played together. He even let you play with his super cool All Might figure, that even Katsuki couldn’t touch.

But those lazy afternoons at Izuku’s came to a halt as soon as Katsuki figured out you like playing with Izuku more.

Suddenly he was there, stirring up the same trouble you thought you were rid of. He started to bully him too. Dead set on taking out everything from his anger to using poor Izuku as practice for his quirk. He had to a point to prove you assume. To show you both that he was the superior choice as a friend, and you both were dumb to choose each other instead of him.

Making sure that you knew he was the strongest around. Even if he had to fight with a bunch of fifth graders to prove it to you.

One of them had called your dress stupid, and he tried to fight all four of them.

He won, because of course he would. He had already burned it into your young mind he was the best even at his age. He was willing to defend your honor in order to prove just how great he was. He was the only one who was allowed to mock how silly your outfits were, or how your hair was done each day. You could see the way he had tears in his eyes by the end. Sniffling and sulking at the new set of bruises and cuts he endured to save your pride.

But he did it for you.

None of the bullying stopped just because you started actual school either. If anything, it got worse. His teasing, the way he refused to call you by your actual name. The only way he would refer to you was your title from when you were kids.

Princess.

He said it in such a derogatory way that you felt the sting of it each time it hit your ears. Like it burned his mouth each time he had to mutter that word to gain your attention. Sitting heavily on his tongue and he had to spit it out, or he would choke.

But as time went on you tried to ignore him as much as you could. All the way into his last year of middle school you found your own ways to combat his abusive behavior.

When he tried to pull on your hair when you walked to class, you simply keep your hair down and out of the way. He started tugging on your skirts. Threatening to show your underwear to the entire school. You started wearing leggings underneath everything. When he called you princess, you acted clueless about who he was referring to. All but ignoring his words and tactics to set you off.

But what you couldn’t ignore was the way he still picked on Izuku. Or play fighting as your parents saw it. But they never saw the way his eyes would turn feral at the chance to fight.

The first and only time you gathered enough courage to stand up to him. Was the last time he ever openly bullied Izuku in front of you again. You lashed out pushing him back as hard as you could manage, throwing your arm back. And swung at him with all the power you could muster. It managed to bust his nose, throwing his head back at the force you used against him.

But all he did was laugh at you.

Deep and vibrant crimson leaking from his nostril he laughed. He wiped at the blood before it made its way down his neck. Staring at it on his fingertips as he decided on how to handle your outburst.

He took you up on your challenge and you were once again on the receiving end of his anger.

The only problem was it was never a fair fight against him. He outweighed you, and his ability to dodge and punch was a lot faster than your own. Each swing you tried to take after that first one never landed. He was quick to dodge and smack your hand away.

You left your first lesson on how to fight leaning on Izuku for support. He let you use him as a crutch to help with the ankle you twisted in your scuffle. The new and proud owner of ugly-looking bruises and a pair of scraped knees. Running the last pair of good leggings you had in the possess.

You made it home in one piece thanks to your green-haired friend.

But it seemed like Katsuki was faster to make it back to your house than you were. Your mother scolded you as you limp in the doorway. A smug-looking ash blonde hanging out on your couch. Apparently, he told your mom that you had picked a fight with an upperclassman, over a boy.

He conveniently left out the part it was him who you fought against.

But of course, being a good friend he graciously offered to help bandage you up. Your mother was clearly to upset by seeing you in a messy state that she didn’t want to deal with helping you.

He threw you over his shoulder like you were nothing more than a sack of potatoes and carried you upstairs. Once he rounded the corner into your bedroom. He didn’t sit you down until your ass hit the counter of your bathroom sink.

He says nothing to you until after he finds the first aid kit you kept in the drawer next to the sink.

“It was stupid to fight me, princess.” He tells you once he wipes the dirt from your hands with a wet cloth.

He was meticulous as he whipped the dirt and dried blood from your face and knees. Taking extra caution on the raw patches of skin on your palms and knees.

His actions were too gentle to be coming from his explosive hands. Heated skin against yours as he works. Soothing over the injuries he caused in your scuffle.

You were still upset and had every right to be. Nobody was brave enough to at least try to put him in his place. You may have lost, but you showed him you weren't willing to back down with a fight.

“You’re nothing but a bully Katsuki!” You spit back with a hiss, as he rubs ointment into your skin.

He couldn't look you in the eye, instead, he keeps up his work. Grazing his hand over the hole in the knee of your leggings. He didn't do it on purpose, but it still caused you to whimper out from the pain of the raw wound being messed with.

“Yeah? How so?” He asks you, never stopping his work.

He didn’t give you the option of fighting against him as he pulled your leggings away from your body. The mangled fabric catching on the bloody mess still on your knees. Swatting your legs apart so he could go after cleaning them with antiseptic.

“You don’t fight girls!, and you shouldn’t try to fight Izuku either.” You scold him.

And all the while he continues on with his task in silence. Cleaning your cuts and bandaging them up as he goes. It was the first time in the existence of knowing him he didn’t start another petty argument with you.

Instead, he mumbled out a small apology as he worked on fixing you up.

He fixed anything that he saw. Swiping a clean cloth against your cheek to wipe away the dirt. Wrapping your injured ankle in a brace. And he was silent as he left you waiting for a minute while he searched through your clothes. bringing you back your favorite set of pajamas, all without even asking him to.

“Yell when your changed,” He says before walking out and shutting the door behind him.

And it took a little effort on your part to keep weight off your sprained ankle, but you did it. Sliding your pajama shorts over the injury and onto your body. Fumbling out of your school uniform and into the tank top he brought you.

“I’m done.” You say cracking the door open just enough to peek inside your room.

He was staring at one of the posters on your wall. Occupied with trying to figure out why you liked that band so much, or at least you thought.

When he finally turned his attention to you, he had a much softer look on his face. One that you rarely ever got to see. His lips were almost a frown, and his eyebrows weren't raised. He looked almost sad if you had to guess an emotion for how he looked.

Without a word, he walks over to you and pushed the door open. Scooping you up into his arms and carrying you like a bride over to your bed. Setting you down softer than you were sure he meant to. Leaning up he adjusts your blankets over your body and admires his work for a moment.

What you didn’t expect from him was the hoodie he wore to be tugged off his body and shoved at you.

“You’ll freeze to death if you wander around half-dressed like that.”

Is the only thing he gives you as an explanation. You didn’t want to ruin his mood, so you threw it on quietly. It was so unlike him to do something like this for you. This was his favorite hoodie, You remember his mom got it for him last year on his birthday. You thought it was the coolest hoodie ever. A limited-print All Might hoodie that you had tried and failed to steal from him before.

So why was he giving it to you now?

“You wanted a fight, and I gave it to you.” He says as he leans back into your personal space.

You meet his eyes and you can see there was so much swimming around in his mind. A million questions he wanted to ask, but refused to ask them. He looked like he was all but defeated by your actions today. Like maybe you had actually gotten through to him that what he was doing was wrong.

“You don’t have to be so mean to everyone Suki.” You say his nickname softly, hoping that he would understand what you were saying.

But you watch as his lip curls up into a snarl at your words.

“What makes him so special, huh? That you’d choose him over me?”

He didn’t give you any real time to think over what he asked before he huffs and pulls away. Leaving you halfway laying in bed, his hoodie draped over your lap. You hear his footsteps in the hall as he stomps down the stairs. Closely followed by your front door opening and closing behind him.

Boys were weird, and apparently, you had a knack for attracting the mean and rude ones.

With a sigh, you flop back onto the bed. Opting to spend your afternoon napping instead of going down for dinner. There was just too much to unpack emotionally that you thought it better to sleep.

But after that day it was different.

He wasn’t out to make your life miserable anymore. While he still called you princess and teased you, it was nothing compared to what it had been. But he started directing his anger toward other people. Mostly the boys who were brave enough to spare a glance at you.

His yelling and threats of violence only grew more frequent. The longer they paid attention.

You tried to argue with him once that they were only staring because they had never seen him be nice to anyone. But that only earned you a light shove before he pulls you back into his side.

And those last few months before summer break you stayed by his side. Next semester he was going to UA, leaving you behind to finish the rest of your time in school by yourself. He walked you to all of your classes, even if they were in the opposite direction of his. He forced you to eat lunch with him. And even started packing an extra lunch for you because he needed to make sure you were eating a proper meal.

In his mind, he was the only one that could make fun of you. And Izuku was the only other boy who could talk to you if he wasn’t around.

But all that changed when he left for UA, well both of them did.

Leaving you for the first time in your life to fend for yourself. You no longer had the overwhelming presence of Katsuki in your life. He was busy at school, becoming a hero. Izuku close on his trail you heard from the weekly dinners you were still forced to go to with their parents.

You were free, free to gossip with the other girls about who you thought was the cutest boy in school was. Free to make friends with people you actually had something in common with. You were even talking to boys and going out on group dates!

Everything was great!

By the time you had graduated and sneaked off to college, you were just a normal girl. You had successfully been Katsuki-free for three years at that point. Ignoring his texts and calls. Too busy with taking on a part-time job and earning a degree that you never made it home for the holidays.

Your mother even stopped trying after the first year. Instead, she filled you in on how life at home was. And how your childhood friends were fairing in the world as new heroes. You ignored almost everything she said about your bully and would always find an excuse to end the call.

And it went on like this for years.

Eventually, you graduated and started a career of your own. Working in the finance department of a new start-up company. You managed the backend of big corporations. And made sure they kept track of where their money was being spent. Offering detailed reports on missing money and where cutbacks could be made. You were a semi-successful adult now. Who went out to party with her college friends and went on dates with shitty men.

But all that came to a crashing halt about a month ago.

When you were heading home from your monthly night out with the girls. You somehow found yourself in the middle of a pack of villains. And you say pack because they all looked like a surly gang of wolves. Ears pointed and sitting high on their heads, Tails swaying behind them as they spot you. Their teeth sharp and waiting to tear into your flesh.

Hungry and violent.

The only thing that saved you in your drunken state was the lone hero who rushed in to save you. She fought off their attack on you long enough for you to run away. Only for you to be snatched up by your arm and jerked into the dark alley nearby.

And even with the double vision you had going on, you could still see the way he smiled at you. In, the same sadistic way that your childhood bully use to. His eyes were a brilliant blue and his height dwarfed you in the alley. Silver ears, and hair sticking out enough for you to tell what he was.

A predator.

You couldn’t see it well in the dark but you swore he smiled at you. His teeth almost chattering with anticipation at what you might taste like. His claws dig into your arms are you try to free yourself from his grasp.

You don’t remember a lot after that, you just know you woke up in the hospital. Bandages around your arms, and a headache that rivaled an earthquake. The lights were too bright, and the noises were too loud. Everything in the small room surrounding you was setting your nerves on fire.

From what you remember the doctors telling you this was a setup.

You were targeted because they had been following you. All the way from the nightclub you visited past the train station. To where they found you on the street just outside of your home.

When the hero who saved you showed up and gave her your eternal gratitude. She wasn’t without injuries herself, but she somehow still saved you. She offered to sit with you during the time the investigators interviewed you. And you relayed the information that you could remember to them.

It wasn’t a lot of help in solving who they were, but they thanked you all the same.

You had to plead with the hospital to not call your mother. The last thing you needed at the moment was for her to be up in arms because you got attacked. But even then it didn’t take long for the news to break about what happened.

By the time you left the hospital, you trudged your way back to your apartment. Set on throwing yourself into bed and sleeping until you had to get up for work. All the news reports had was that a nameless woman almost fell victim to a trafficking attempt.

You were free to return to work and easily explain away why you were absent for a week. And life returned to normal, for a while. Your friends were none the wiser, and still eager to make plans for the next weekend. And your job kept you busy until you noticed a pair of sapphire-colored eyes watching you from a distance.

AT first, you thought you were going crazy, seeing things that weren't there. But each day it was like you could feel the heat of his stare getting closer. Watching and lurking in the shadows just waiting for the right time to attack again.

You were weary, like who wouldn’t be?

But that weariness quickly turned to full-blown fear and panic when you come home one night. Your apartment door busted open, and the place looked like it was ransacked. Your furniture was turned over, the freezer door was hanging open. And when you finally ventured into the bedroom, it looked even worse. Your pillows were torn to shreds and your blankets were tossed aside into a rumpled mess on the floor.

The only thing that remained unharmed was a small piece of stationary. Hanging from your broken vanity mirror.

‘I’ll be back to collect my prize’

The words sent a chill down your spine and made the air heavy. They had invaded your home with no other intention than to send you into fight-or-flight mode. And you did the dumbest thing you could think of.

You called your mother.

That single phone call was just the start of a chain of events that lead you to where you are now. Standing in the living room of your childhood home. Bags packed full of clothes and watching your mother entertain guests in the kitchen.

There were two people sitting around the island counter and one of them could see easily. Best Jeanist, who used to hold the number four rank in popularity. Little older now, but no less dashing. The only one of them who bothered to turn and greet. You was the person you sincerely wished you would never have to see again.

It was Katsuki.

Mother fucking Katsuki Bakugou was leaning back in his chair. Looking like a cat that just caught the canary. Carmine eyes, set on you.

“Bout time you showed up princess, was worried that wolf bastard got you already.” He says smugly.

And his voice carried a raspiness you don’t remember from your youth. Almost like the smoke from his quirk forced the tone of his voice to drop from years of repeated use. He seemed too eager to stand from his seat and walk towards you. Standing to his full height you understood what your mother had been talking about all this time.

Standing at least a foot taller than you, and built like he was carved out of the side of a mountain. Muscles sitting upon powerful muscles in his exposed arms. His mask was pushed above his eyes and resting on his forehead. Left you an uninterrupted view of how much he had changed over the years.

He looked so much more intimidating now than when you were kids.

“You didn’t tell me he was going to be here,” You say, talking around him to your mother.

But your mother doesn’t miss a beat as she happily pulls her attention away from the other pro in her tiny kitchen.

“Honey, good news!” she looks over and ignores the sour look on your face. “Katsuki here is going to watch over you until they catch this stalker!”

Why did she have to sound so happy about it?

“I think I’ll take my chances with getting eaten.” You deadpan, looking up to finally acknowledge Katsuki.

But all that got you was an argument with your mother. Her friendly demeanor quickly vanishes in the blink of an eye as she excuses the both of you to another room. Once the door closed, she tried to do the thing where she stays quiet, but still yells. Her hands waved around as she tried to plead her case to you.

“I know the two of you had a bit of a falling out when he left for high school.” She starts, but you are quick to butt in.

“I really thought you would respect my wishes and keep him as far away from me as possible.”

“He has grown up! And so have you, I think he misses you honey he asks about you all the time.”

It annoyed you to no end how much your mother was advocating for your bully. It didn't matter though how much she claimed he was strong and handsome. Or how much he had changed; you wanted nothing to do with him.

Already just being in the same place as him left it hard for you to breathe. You had made it just fine this long without him, you could just as easily manage on your own.

"I don't care! Why push the subject?" You bark at her no longer trying to keep your anger in check.

The thin walls of your home did little to muffle your heated argument. But then again, this wasn't the first time you had to have this kind of conversation with your mother.

"I don't want you to get attacked again! I'm not going to live forever and I would like to meet my grandchildren someday!"

And there it was.

"So this isn't about me, but what you want?"

"Stop twisting my words!" She barks back.

"That's what you just said!" You snap back, refusing to back down from her.

It was one thing for her to only think of herself. But it was another to try to force you as a grown-ass adult into a situation that you did not want to be a part of. There were hundreds of other heroes who would be more than capable of filling the role of bodyguard.

"I don't mean to interrupt." Came a soft knock at the cracked door.

Pushing it open was best Jeanist. Ducking his head down so he could enter the doorway and enter the room where you and your mother were.

"But this is the best option for your safety. Dynamight is one of the strongest heroes at my agency and I would put all my faith in him to keep you safe." He looks at you while he talks, gesturing out toward the living room to where Katsuki was still lingering.

"I understand you may trust him, but I do not. I would fare better finding this guy and fighting him myself." You snap.

Your mood soured by the events of the past month was finally catching up to you.

"The villain who has been stalking you is extremely violent, it is in your best interest to listen to our advice."

Before you even had the chance to reply. You hear the door behind the tall blond slam open, banging against the wall as Katsuki made his way inside. His face told you he was angry, but you weren't afraid of him anymore. He pays no mind to your cries as he picks you up and slings you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing. Your hands beat on his back as he refuses to let you down.

"I've got better shit to do than listen to her be a brat all day." He says to Jeanist smirking as the older pro shakes his head at his crass behavior.

But Katsuki turns to your mother and talks to her in a much nicer voice than he ever cared to take with you.

"I'll take care of princess here, call my mom and have her stay with you." He says to her.

And walks out of the bedroom with you kicking and yelling to be let down. Bending down once he hits the living room to pick up your bags and carry them in one hand. While he kept his other firmly on your lower back.

The trip to his car was nothing short of dramatic on your part. You wanted the entire neighborhood to know that this was being done against your will. With a skill, you didn't know he possessed he opens the car door and tosses your bags in the backseat. Sitting you down with a little more force than necessary. Slamming the door shut before you had a chance to try to run away.

And when you tried the door handle, it moved but it would unlock. That bastard put the child lock on your door!

He rounds the car and takes his spot in the driver's seat. Looking smug as he watches you try the handle again out of spite.

"Let me out of the car Katsuki!" You yell, and your voice reverberates off the interior of the sports car.

He completely ignores your tantrum as he pushes the button to start the car. Letting his foot Rev the engine high enough to drown out your complaints. Of course, he was going to be childish about the entire ordeal. He only stops once he sees the will to fight him leave. Finally letting the engine have a slight break from his antics.

“Put on your seatbelt.” He orders, staring you down with a frown on his face.

“You don’t get to tell me what to do anymore.” You snarl and turn away from him.

It had always been like this.

He brought out a side of you that you had all but made disappear over the years. Combative and loud, just like he still seemed to be. It wasn’t like you wanted any of this to happen, you only wanted to continue to live your life as you had been. There was nothing special about you, that made you a victim of a stalker.

“Suit yourself.” He snips before you feel the car being thrown into gear and he speeds off down the street.

You hate the way you cry out as he merges into traffic a little recklessly. One hand on the gearshift, and the other still planted on the steering wheel.

It was a scramble to fight against the belt as he abruptly stops the car at a red light. Forcing your body to fall forward and then almost violently being pushed back into the seat.

“Are you crazy?” you yell at him, but he only smirks at you in response.

“You gonna put your seatbelt on? Or do you want me to do it for you?” he asks sparing a glance at your shocked face.

And apparently, you took a little too long for his liking. His hand finally leaves the gear shift to reach over your body and grab the seatbelt by your shoulder. Pulling it forward and across your body with no effort, letting it snap into place.

"You are such an asshole!" You yell, crossing your arms across your chest, and sink back into the seat.

"Yeah, head that a time or two." He says before he puts his foot on the gas and starts back down the street with the rest of the traffic.

And you wanted nothing more than to hate him for his dangerous driving. But other than that original peel out from your house, the rest of the car ride remains uneventful.

There was no filler noise of the radio or light conversation as you got closer to where his home was. Nestled right on the outskirts of the city. You pull into a well-maintained housing complex. Where all the lawns were the same. And the fences were bright white.

Kids played with their dogs running along the sidewalks. People tending to their flowers in the front yard, it was all so picturesque. Definitely not something you thought of when Katsuki was involved.

If anything, you assumed he lived under a bride like one of those nasty trolls from the games you used to play as kids.

But what surprised you was when he pulled into a house. Sitting nestled back a little way from the property line, Robin's egg blue, with white shutters. It was small looking from the outside, and definitely in need of a little repair cosmetically.

"What is this?" You ask rather dumbly.

Slowly craving your neck a little so you could see the home better. It was cute, with a little swing on the porch and a nice little door.

"My house?" He says back confused.

It would be ridiculous for him to take you anywhere else. But you choose to ignore him in favor of getting out of the car to have a proper look at this place.

You hated to admit it was cute. Something you would have picked out for yourself given you had the time and money to put into making it a home. It was small but more than enough for what you would need. Being single and having no family or friends who lived with you. From the outside, it looked sturdy despite being neglected by proper care for a while.

Following the small path to the deck, you only have to climb three stairs to stand on the front porch. Idly looking around at the paint and small chipped parts of the railing. The boards creaked under the pressure of standing on them, but you didn’t worry about falling through. Instead, you wondered how long he had owned this place because it didn’t look like he was here often.

Speak of the devil.

He was close behind you, your bags in hand as he pulls his keys from his pocket. Unlocking the door and stepping inside. Leaving you to wonder what his interior looked like.

Awkwardly debate for a moment if you wanted to actually step inside. Could you actually force yourself to spend who knows how long with your childhood bully? Tucked away in some home on the outskirts of town?

You had no work to focus your time on or any hobbies that you could bring with you. So, what could you do for the time you were here?

“You gonna stand out there all damn day?” He barks from inside the house.

Pulling yourself from your thoughts. You make your way through the threshold and finally step inside.

It didn’t look as rough on the inside as its outward appearance would suggest. The paint was a delicate cream color; they complimented the wood floors. All the fixtures in the home had been updated and were nice and new. The kitchen you could tell just gone through a renovation, But it was well worth the trouble you could tell.

Despite the house being on the smaller side. It offered a spacious floor plan. The kitchen was set up with Fancy top-of-the-line appliances. And shiny new marble countertops. I beautiful bay window gave you a pleasant view of the backyard. And from what you could see. Katsuki had spent some time back there trimming and planting new life into the barren soil.

A small garden shed, and a few neat rows of plants were set up along the fence. The back deck was small, but it was covered with a new awning, and you spot the patio furniture off to the side.

It felt more like a home than your tiny apartment did.

A thud from outside the kitchen catches your attention turning your head to find the source of the noise. Walking back to the hallway you follow another soft thud down past an office space, and a closet. At the end of the hall, a door was open and you could see a shadow playing against the wall.

By the time you make it to the door, a bedroom greeted you.

Katsuki’s bedroom to be exact. His bedroom furniture is almost too large for the older room. His bed takes up most of the space, along with a dresser and two nightstands on either side of the bed. The walls were painted charcoal gray matching the black furniture. A high-backed chair sat in the corner, with a small table and lamp. There were no decorations hanging on the walls. Or random pops of color, something that you felt the urge to change.

Even if the only thing it would do would be to set him off.

“You pick a color and run with it don’t you,” You say absently walking further into the bedroom.

He barely looks up from his task, which you realized was unzipping your suitcases. And started pulling out clothing to organize and put away. Opening the dresser behind him as he acknowledges your presence.

“Hah?” He offers you in response. But you immediately rush to his side and push him out of the way of your suitcase before he digs any deeper. “The hell is wrong with you?” He barks as you push yourself between your suitcase and him.

“I can put my stuff away, just tell me where it needs to go!”

If he kept pulling out clothes, he was going to grab a handful of your panties. The ones that you blindly grabbed for and shoved in the rolling case. You wouldn’t know what exactly you packed and what you didn’t until you got to put them away. But the last person you wanted playing around in your intimates was him.

“You trying to hide something, princess?” He smirks as you use your hands to push against his chest. “We don’t keep secrets in this house.”

He does everything with the point to prove a lesson to you. So when you feel his strong arm wrap around your shoulders, blocking you from being able to move he smirks. Trapping your arms between your chest and his massive pecs. He uses his free hand to reach around and fish until he finds what he is looking for. Hooking his finger around a scrap of fabric and pulling it into view.

“I’d be embarrassed if someone saw these too.” He nods towards his hand but refuses to let you move.

He was enjoying watching you squirm in his hold. No doubt living in the way your body heat rose from embarrassment. He chuckles lowly and squeezes you to him. Pushing his dominating presence even further into your face.

"Stop being so immature!" You huff with annoyance at his antics.

Time really changed little when it came to him. The only difference now was that he had more of a massive build to back up that smart mouth he had.

But holy hell, you could feel just how solid he was beneath your hands. Even pushing with all your strength was doing absolutely nothing to budge him. And he only had one hand wrapped around you.

He wasn't struggling like you were and kept a stupid smirk perched on his face. You wanted nothing more at that moment to strangle him for it.

He holds you immobile for a moment longer until you shuffle your legs, trying to turn the best you could. And all at once he releases you, laughing as you fall backward and bounce onto the bed.

And dangling from his finger was your oldest pair of panties. A beige pair of cut briefs, the ones you only wore when you were on your period. They were ugly, but they got the job done. Stained and the elastic broke in the hem, but you still kept them around.

"Now I see how you got a stalker." He snides.

Sitting up you try to grab your underwear from him. But he simply holds them out of your reach, enjoying the way you struggle.

"Give them back Suki!" You struggle and fail every time to snatch your underwear back from the massive blond.

All he has to do is swat your hands away with his free hand and push your legs wider with his hips. Until he has your lower half pinned to the bed, leaving you immobile.

"So defensive." He tsks but stares you down.

He was thinking of this as a game, but it was more than that for you. His hand is holding you down. While he throws his weight around to keep you stuck between the soft bed at your back. And the firm pressure of his lower body pressing into you.

He chuckles as you struggle to force him back with your hands, pushing as hard as you can against his chest. But it was easy for him to use your movements against you. Shutting down your movements into nothing more squirms beneath him.

It was embarrassing having someone make fun of your underwear. But it was an entirely unique feeling when it was Katsuki that was doing it.

There bubbling just underneath the surface of your anger and embarrassment. Were unresolved issues. And you called them issues because that's all they had caused you over the years.

He wasn't just a bully and an asshole, but he used to be a friend once upon a time. Back when he was still somewhat normal and barking at other people, but no longer directing his anger at you.

He made amends with Izuku, but it was almost like you dropped off the face of the earth for him. No longer concerned with your feelings or if you were ok. He was a busy person who didn't have time for you anymore.

You hated the way his eyes lingered on you whenever you would enter the room at first. You loathed how he used to walk you home, even if he had to walk four blocks out of his way just to do so.

Or the way he would show up when you actually needed it. Always the first person who would be there to show up and dry your tears. Or how it felt when he would wrap an arm around you and let you use his shoulder to fall asleep on.

Wait. No, you weren't going back down this train of thought.

Because every time you did you had to talk yourself out of the most embarrassing fact of it all. One that you refused to admit when you were in school or even well into your adulthood. When all your girlfriends would drink in the back of those clubs. And gossip about teenage crushes.

When they had their first kiss. Who it was with and even rattle on about when they lost their virginity in the backseat of their boyfriend's car.

Because your teenage crush had left you to go chase after his dream.

You liked to think that was why you were so relieved when Katsuki left when he did. It gave you time to get over his constant presence in your life.

You no longer had to worry why when his fingertips grazed yours. On those walks home from school you felt butterflies in your stomach instead of dread. Or how those late nights he spent tutoring you under the soft light of the back porch. When you leaned into his warmth. How his arm would pull you closer to him as you drifted off to sleep, your head laying on his shoulder. Before he would carry you inside.

Or how what was happening right now, was forcing one of the last memories you shared with him to come flooding back. Being in this same position. But instead of a smirk on his face, he was fighting off a blush.

Awkward teenage hormones. Raging and curious about if your bully was ever really a bully, to begin with.

It was your senior year of high school, finally an adult by legal terms. But you still were very childish in everything that you did. Over summer break it was the first time you were forced to spend time with your childhood friends.

Both Izuku and Katsuki had come home for a while. A year after kicking ass and making a name for themselves in the world. And your combined families had a huge dinner.

It was the first time in what felt like forever. Seeing him stirred up those feelings you shoved away into the depths of your brain.

And the entire night you fought against even looking at him. Convinced that he was nothing more than a stranger now.

But he had other plans for you.

After dinner, he catches you in his bedroom. Looking around taking in the nostalgic memories you had from spending time there. The way it hadn't changed much since you were kids, and still had a dark and moody atmosphere about it.

"The fuck you doing in here?" He asks from the bedroom door.

Dressed in a black pair of joggers and that stupid skull t-shirt he has worn since he was a teen. It fits a lit tighter on his frame now, almost to the point he was going to be forced to retire it soon.

"Just lookin, why?" You ask softly, refusing to look at him for longer than a couple of seconds.

His heavy footsteps bring him to stand by your side, and you could feel the heat of his stare on you.

But you still kept your eyes focused on the old All Might poster that was tattered on the ends. Smiling softly at the memory of being fed useless information about the retired pro. From his biggest fanboys.

"You haven't even talked to me since I came home." He grunts at you, bumping you lightly with his hip.

"And?" You ask bitterness laced in your simple reply.

He didn't give you much time to react before he moves at a speed faster than you can track. Bending down and grabbing the back of your thighs, lifting you into the air.

Leaving you to squeal as you Fling your arms around his neck, his hands guiding your legs to wrap around his waist. Giving you no other option now but to acknowledge him.

"And I wanna know why." He barks, moving you around gently.

You try to fight him off. Slinging your body around forcing him to adjust his hold on you. But all it did was cause him to throw you onto his bed with a thud. Quickly taking both your hands into one of his massive ones and pin them above your head.

He pushed your legs open, crawling to sit between them. He paid no mind to the salacious manner in which your sundress rode up.

"Get off me!" You hiss as try to move away.

But he uses his free hand to grab your chin, giving you little room to fight him.

And for the first time in two years, you stared into his carmine eyes. They weren't angry like you expected them to be. Instead, there was something else, something you couldn't quite explain.

"Stop fighting me." He says. And it was then that you were able to figure out what that look was.

Longing.

He missed you, but he didn't want to say it. And it was at that moment that you thought about how you missed him too in a strange sense. How you kissed the heat he expelled and sent to you. How much his hands had calloused from repeated use of his quirk.

Even the way the freckles on his stupidly handsome face had faded. Into almost nothing from how often he wore his mask now.

It was even more noticeable as he leaned down closer to you. Closing the short distance until your senses filled with every piece of him.

The way his cheeks were turning a dusty rose color as he dipped his head down. So close that you swore you could feel his lips touch yours as he spoke.

"You didn't miss me?" He asks softly against your lips. "Not even a little princess?"

Before you let your mind wander about it any longer you snap yourself back to reality. Dropping your hands away from pushing on his body you panic. Using your feet and hands to push yourself away from him and up the bed.

Focused on putting space between the two of you before you said or did something you would regret.

"The hell is wrong with you?" He snaps grabs your ankle and pulls you back down the bed.

And you know that if he really wanted to stop you, it would have been too easy for him. But he simply lets go when he sees you trying to kick your foot free of his hold. The smile on his face dropped into a frown at your change in mood.

“I’m over this already.” You yell at him.

Rolling off the bed you grab what you can from your bag. Making sure you grab a pair of pajamas before you leave the room. You finally snatch the pair of panties hanging from his hand. Shoving past his massive figure and into the hall. Rounding the small corner into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind you.

You throw back the curtain to the shower and spin the knobs. Letting the sound of rushing water takes up space in the small room before you turn to the mirror. Looking at your reflection you can’t help but notice your hair is a mess, and you look a little sweaty. Your skin was already feeling overheated from the close encounter in the bedroom.

You wanted nothing more than to wipe the memory from your mind. And as soon as the water was hot, you tear off your clothes with a frustrated huff, letting them fall to the floor. Once you were inside the shower you pulled the curtain closed. Ready to let the hot water wash away the sudden feeling of dirt covering your skin.

You soaked in the hot water for as long as you could stand it. Taking your time under the scalding temperature. All in an attempt to wash away the horrible mood he left you with.

But nothing was quite aiding you in wiping the feeling of having him so close. Your mind. The way he felt, was solid and heavy as he bared his weight on you. Or how his hands were still just as rough as you remember.

You refused to let him plague your mind any more than he had already managed to. This was only day one, and you already wished you were back home. Anywhere but in Katsuki’s house. Or in his shower, forced to use his stupid shampoo and body wash.

Even if it smelled good, you wanted nothing to do with it.

If you spent half an hour or three in the shower you don't know. But by the time you finally shut off the water and pull back the curtain, you can't help but feel overheated and dizzy.

It was a bad habit you have always done. Made your showers too hot and then spent forever soaking in the warmth. The only problem was that it dried out your skin and left you feeling lightheaded by the end.

The air in the bathroom was thick with humidity as you wrap the towel around your body and step out of the shower. Swiping a hand across the mirror, only to watch it instantly fog back up.

With a huff, you crack the door and let some cooler air into the small space. And it felt nice when the chilled air of the home hit your heated skin. Finally allowing you to take a deep breath and stop your head from spinning out of control.

You work on fixing your hair, now more manageable that it was wet. Placing it in the normal style you were so used to doing, you start your nighttime routine.

Moisture, moisture, moisture. Every inch of skin. It was time-consuming, but worth it for the results. You then set about finding the blemishes on your face and putting cream on them. The painful pimples would hopefully be gone in a day or two thanks to the new patches you placed over them.

Then the last thing you did was finally put on your pajamas. Slipping into the well-worn and loved set you made sure you grabbed. The stupid set comforted you, even if the world around you made you uneasy. You've had them for so long that they really should be thrown away. It had holes everywhere and was almost see-through. But you just couldn't force yourself to part with them yet.

And by the time you finally leave the bathroom, the house was quiet. More than you thought it should be with the foul-mouth anger machine. Lurking around somewhere. It was evening now, with the sun finally settling on the horizon. The house was bathed in the golden glow of the sun saying its goodbye for the day.

It made the older house that was your temporary home look that much more charming. The creaky floors and old style of the wallpaper seemed like a lovely reminder. This house was loved at one point. Probably filled with the laughter of small children. And family dinners gathered around a large table.

A place that someone called home before Katsuki bought it.

As you walk down the hallway you see the light in the kitchen shining brightly. Dimming the glow of the fading light from the uncovered windows. The smell of strong spices and the quiet bang of pans drew you closer to the area.

You are met with the pleasant surprise of Katsuki cooking. Wrapped up in his tasks of chopping vegetables and stirring food in a pan. Lost in his own little world unaware of the way you lingered in the doorway and watched him.

Wiping his hands clean and throwing the small towel to lie on his shoulder before he picks back up the spatula. Gently stirring the sizzling food, he takes a moment to pick up his phone and reply to a text.

He looked so calm, and in his element in this kitchen. It was a rare sight to see, nothing obscuring his face other than a faint smile. You remember the way he used to cook for you when your mother had to work late. Coming over to your house and raiding your fridge to make a meal just for the two of you.

Working just like this, but keeping a small conversation going on with you. Falling into a weird domestic situation, like you were playing house or something.

"Grab plates and make yourself useful." He says as he locks his phone and slides it back into his pocket.

He doesn't look over at you, and you feel a shutter of uneasiness creep up your spine. How the hell did he even know you were there?

But you shake off the feeling and push yourself off the doorframe. Heading into the kitchen to help as much as he would allow. Taking an educated guess. That this kitchen was set up very close to what his mothers was, where he kept everything. And you were right mostly.

The entire kitchen was laid out almost identically to the one at his childhood home. Which brought up more questions for you as you pull two plates from the cabinet and set them beside the stove. Taking the time to find the cups and filling them with a nice cold drink for you both.

"Did you really organize your kitchen like your mom's?" You ask giggling at the thought.

"Who the hell do you think organized her kitchen in the first place?" He snaps back while he picks up the first plate and slides a portion of food onto it.

By the time you had filled the cups and pulled out the utensils to eat. He was already sliding both plates onto the table. Not bothering to wait on you to sit down before he takes his seat. The two of you eating in a skyward silence to start. Unwilling to be the first one to open your mouth and say something to him. Nothing but the soft hum of the refrigerator filling up with ice. And the birds chirping in the evening sky made noise.

That was until he decided to speak up.

“There are rules while you are here.” He says in a casual tone, finally looking up from his plate to meet your eyes.

You had assumed that he would have some basic rules he would want you to follow while you were here. But if you knew Katsuki, then you also knew that he was strict when it came to people following the rules he had.

“What would those be?” you ask with the same tone. Unwilling to let him crawl under your skin for the millionth time today.

“Rule one.” he holds up a finger. “You are not to leave this house unless I’m with you.” Holding up a second finger he rattles off another demand. “Rule two, I’m not your maid so you better remember how to clean up after yourself.”

“I’m not messy!” you snap at him, but all he does is roll his crimson eyes at you.

“Rule three, give me your phone.” He stops long enough to hold out his hand waiting for the device still in your pocket.

“No,” you answer firmly, you weren't going to be locked in a house with this man with no way to talk to anyone else.

But he doesn’t take your answer well. In an instant, he stands from his seat on the other side of the table. And walks calmly over to you, hand still open and waiting for you to drop the device into it. But you just as quickly jump from your seat and try to use the chair as a buffer.

“Rule four.” he snaps quickly, knocking the chair out of the way and invading your space faster than you can blink. “You do as I fuckin tell you to, I won’t repeat myself.”

The worst part about this entire situation was the fact he wasn’t raising his voice. He didn’t have a single ounce of anger gracing his face. He was calm and talking normally. And for some bizarre reason that scared you more than any villain ever could. Given the fact, you stood no chance of winning a fight with him. And how he already knew every way he could push your buttons.

You still wanted to push.

“No, you're not cutting me off from the rest of the world Katsuki.”

You stood your ground, despite the fact your legs were starting to feel like jelly. You were a grown-ass adult. He had no right or reason to try and take away your belongings like you were some spoiled child!

“You have until the count of three.”

The look on his face is anything but threatening, but that is what makes this entire thing worse. You knew what to expect and how to react when he was angry. It gave you a chance to jab at him and make his anger spike. More times than not you would be able to argue with him. Enough that he would storm off and forget what the original point of the argument even was.

But you had no clue how to handle this.

“One.” He says low, waiting for you to cave already. “Two,” He counts once again.

You force your body to move before your brain has a chance to talk you out of it. Quickly bolting for the door and running down the hall, his heavy footsteps on your trail. There wasn’t even a huff or yell of frustration leaving him as you rush your way into his bedroom. And jump onto the bed, crawling your way across the mattress to create some much-needed space.

“Three.” You hear him growl from the bedroom door.

You feel him on you before your eyes ever see him. Already throwing you back onto the bed with a harsh thud. At least it didn’t hurt when he manhandled you here. The memory foam of his mattress makes a perfect pillow to cushion your body. The room was bathed in darkness, the only light that could be seen was filtering in from the hallway. Casting an almost eerie glow into the room.

But you could feel him, as he crawled his way onto the bed, holding you still as he crept closer. Each time you struggle you sink further into the mattress. His extra weight only dipped your body lower into it. It was useless to try and fight against him, but you refused to go down without a fight. Shoving your hand into your pocket before he has a chance to reach his in to brag about your phone.

“Stop Katsuki!” you plead, letting that tiny pang of fear take over.

But he doesn’t listen, instead, he grabs your arms and forces your hand out of your pocket. Your phone still clutched in a death grip between your fingers. It takes no energy for him to subdue you. Rending your motionless underneath him. His strong legs straddle your smaller frame. One hand on yours prying your phone away as his other hand snatches your face up. His thumb digs into your cheek as he holds your head still. His massive fingers spread out over the other cheek in a grip you couldn’t ignore.

“Why do you always have to act like a fucking brat?” He asks in that same calm tone, and you can’t ignore the way the goosebumps cover your skin. “I’m trying to protect you, idiot.”

Once you open your eyes again they finally adjusted to the low light around you. Giving his towering figure a shape along with the blazing red irises that were locked onto you. Without breaking eye contact he takes your phone and powers it off. Before sliding it into his pocket, the soft clack of your phone hitting his as he lets go of it.

“I’m not a little kid anymore! I don’t need you to save me!” You feel the hot sting of tears welling up in your eyes as you yell in his face.

This wasn’t fair! You never asked for this, any of this to happen. Your life was going great until that fucking wolf came along and decided to set his sights on you. You had a life, a career! Everything you could have wanted. And the best part was that it was hundreds of miles away from the smart-ass pro hero. Who used to bully and belittle you as a kid.

“Like it or not we are stuck together until this fucker is locked up. And I refuse to break my winning streak of taking down these lame-ass villains, not even for you. So be a good girl and do as I fucking tell you to.” He dips his head as he speaks his face hovering just above yours. And you swear that you can feel the heat of his body rise the closer he gets to your face.

“Fuck you Katsuki,” You whisper, but even in the low light, you catch the way his lips twist into a smile.

“Here’s the thing.” He starts, his voice carrying the smug tone you hated so much. “Princesses like you always need to be saved. So instead of fighting me as you have all your life. Maybe you should start being a little fucking thankful I’m willing to risk my life. To make sure you're comfortable.”

He rolls off of you without another word, finally giving you a moment to breathe. Rolling his shoulders as he stands from the bed. Walking over to the dresser and rifles through a couple of drawers. Before slamming them shut, and walking out the door. You only catch his shadow playing on the wall as he turns the light on in the bathroom and slams the door shut. A moment later the sound of running water could be heard.

You didn’t care what he said.

Rolling over you scoot to the furthest possible side of the bed facing the wall. Pulling the covers up and over you as you get comfortable. If the first day was already this bad how were you ever going to make it a week? Closing your eyes you let your silent tears fall. Refusing to let him hear the way your heart was already sinking at the feeling of being trapped here with him.

This entire day just proved to you that he hadn’t changed a single bit in the years you spent apart. You were nothing more to him than someone he thought he needed to protect. And he was still the biggest bully you would ever know.

You only hope that this wolf guy was dumb enough to get caught quickly. So you could go back to a normal, Katsuki-free life.

Oh good god it's gotten worse

Okay, so I just saw a tiktok saying "hey, ao3 is not tiktok. Do not censor words, especially in the tags." I stg people are losing brain cells. The tiktoker then proceeded to show an example of the tag they saw which was:

"s..cidal ideation"

I don't know who needs to, once again, hear this, but you are stopping the tagging system, and filtration system from working.

People censor words on platforms like tiktok to stop the algorithm from picking up their video and automatically taking it down or restricting it.

A tagging system works so that other people can easily filter the content they do and don't want to see. So if some had "suicidal ideation" in their filtered tags so that they won't see things containing that subject matter, by censoring the word suicidal, you have now stopped the tagging/filtration system from working and now the individual is going to see content that they had made sure to filter out.

Please stop censoring words and/or phrases. Especially in tags. You are literally stopping the system from working and doing its job. Ao3 (and Tumblr) is not tiktok. The tags are there for a reason. Don't censor them.

Reblog if you are a fic writer who welcomes moodboards, playlists, remixes, art and any other type of gift based on your stories.

A rant on politics :)

!!TW!! There will be mentions of r@pe, inc3st, and ab0rti0ns

I know not many people see my posts or my page or anything but as of right now? I don't give a shit.

If you're pro-life have fun with that right now:) Cause there are a lot of people that are completely against you and will do anything and I mean ANYTHING to let you know that. This is not a threat. It is me telling you to keep an eye out.

I personally am pro-choice. That does NOT mean I am pro-abortion but I'm not against it. They took away our right to a SAFE abortion, not to abortions in general because no matter what there WILL be unsafe ones where people can die and the fetuses ( obviously ) are included. Why should old, white, cis straight men who are gonna die in a few years dictate what we should do with our bodies? I'd doesn't involve them so they don't give a shit what happens. They could be doing this because during covid over a million people died here in the US and they could wanna repopulate us pr they are just being complete jackasses who don't give a shit about the people that are already living and only about the cells that aren't even people yet.

If someone wants an abortion, let them get one! I understand that there will be people that are like "it's not just up to the woman. There is a father too." Okay? is the man ( talking about cis - trans men are men too but this targets cis men ) carrying the fetus? is it the man who has to grow it to be a human body in their stomach? Are they the ones that have to have their stomach cut open or a being pushed out of their vagina? No. Women should be the ones controlling this.

Some people may want to keep the fetus, and some may not. We are entitled to our own choices on what happens with OUR bodies. If you aren't the one carrying it, keep your opinions to yourself unless it's asked for.

Quit worrying about taking our rights from us.

You should be worrying about all the kids in foster care, adoption or orphanages. Take it from someone who was in foster care for 2 years. It is a shit place. So many houses and places will treat you like trash off the street. Adoption and orphanages are worse.

Worry about getting formula and food for the kids we ALREADY have. Worry about giving THOSE kids a better home BEFORE you start worrying about others and THEIR choices with their bodies.

There are going to be some men that think of this as a way to kee a woman to stay with him. THERE WILL BE MEN!! Who will think of this as a loophole to rape! PLEASE! PLEASE WOMEN!! PLEASE KEEP SOME SORT OF WEAPON OR PROTECTION ON YOU AT ALL TIMES!!! Make sure it is legal so you cant get into trouble.

If you plan on illegally leaving the country ( I don't advise ) please be cautious because border control HAS doubled! They can and WILL do anything they have to if it means you stay! Even murder and they can get away with it because they are the only ones that can look into it!

We WILL need to protect ourselves.

Keep your laws OFF my body.

: )

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Yes ma’am

Dahyun x reader

Pronouns: She/her or anyone who is AFAB

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Oral, squirting, edging, degrading, praise kink, cream pie, slight mommy kink ( like five times ), straps, dom/sub, dom!dahyun, sub!reader, overstimulation, vibrators, jealous dahyun :) and aftercare tell me if I missed any, please!!

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You and Dahyun had just gotten home after dinner with the rest of her members. You don't know what happened but let's just say she's not the happiest.

You turn around to look at her, done with her pissy attitude towards you.

"Okay, what is it?" You ask

... silence

"Hello?" You ask again.

She ignored you again, staring at you with a neutral face.

"Why are you ignoring me? I didn't do anything, just please talk to me."

...

"Why?" She asked in a monotoned, threatening voice.

... " I- why?.. what do you mean, why?” you asked confused.

"Why were you flirting with her?"

"Flirting? With who?"

She narrows her eyes at you slowly taking small steps towards you like a predator about to attack their prey.

"Mina, you and her were flirting, and to be fucking honest I'm a little mad about it."

Why the fuck would I flirt with Mina- I mean, yeah, she put her hand on my arm but I don't think she was flirting... was she?

" Babe, I wasn't flirting with her I promise! Why would I? Especially if you, my girlfriend, was sitting right beside us... not that I would do that if you weren't there of course!" You slightly rambled.

By now she had backed you up into the corner of the room, by the stairs. The only thing she said was " Upstairs, now. Strip before I get there." With her most dominant voice.

You simply nodded before darting up the stairs to your shared bedroom, stripping down to your black lace undergarments that you 'just so happened' to have put on earlier today.

You hear Dahyun come in behind you, closing the door, walking to the closet... oh shit.

You sit on the edge of the bed waiting for whatever is about to happen, all you know is you're scared and aroused at the same time. She came out of the closet with a dark purple vibrator, and black vibrator ( both wands ), lube, and a neon green strap. She wore a set of red lingerie, making her look fucking amazing... damn, I'm lucky... both of you thought. She may be mad at you but she can't help but admire you. All hers. Only she can see you like this.

She stopped in front of you. Looking down at you.

"Lay down slut"

Damn

"Yes ma'am," you say in a meek voice

You scoot up on the bed and lay on your stomach. She may not have clarified which side to lay on but she usually means this, just cause she doesn't want you to see what she starts with.

You love it.

She loves it.

It was an all-around favorite.

You felt her kiss from your calves up, starting with your left leg then your right. She ended right below where your ass starts. She skips your ass and kisses up your spine, to your shoulders, and your neck. She rubs her hands and down your sides, feeling them up.

She sits up on her knees behind you, between your spread legs. She slowly pulls the bottom of your beautiful set down, admiring her girlfriends' ass. She finally gets them off your ankles and throws them across the room. Standing up, she walks around to the side of the bed and turns your face towards her, making you open your eyes at the sudden movement.

"Listen, I want you to be a good girl, okay? Take what I give you and don't complain, if you do you'll get punished."

You nod your head

"Use your words, love"

She hears a small "yes ma'am" from you. Satisfied with your answer she stands straight again, telling you to put your head in the pillow again, and walks back to the end of the bed. She spreads your legs further, now able to see both your glistening pussy and ass all she wants. She hums in satisfaction once again. "You look so good, sweetheart, can I taste you?" She asks.

"Yes"

"Yes, what?" She asks crawling between your legs, lifting your hips to put a thick pillow underneath, so you don't have to hold yourself up.

"Yes ma'am"

"Good girl"

She smiled a little as she watched you squirm and clench at nothing besides the cool air that's hitting your soaked heat. You blushed when you felt her blow on your core.

She opens your puffy pussy lips a little more, an index finger on each. You yelped when you felt her wet tongue slide up and down your slit, it felt so good.

You moaned as she focused her mouth on your little bundle of nerves, sucking harshly as if she's trying to get something out of it. She moved slowly towards your trembling hole, sticking her tongue in the beautiful hole that she will most likely favor later too. You gasped at the feeling, moaning semi-loudly. Pushing back towards her face, earning a slap on the side of your thigh. It stung... but you loved it.

"Don't move" she growled into your sopping wet pussy. She began eating you out again, rougher, faster, and it. Felt. Amazing.

All of a sudden you felt such a strong wave of pleasure wash over you. You didn't think it could get any stronger tonight but man we're you wrong.

As soon as Dahyun finished licking up all of your juices she told you to turn over.

She didn't wait to touch you after you had turned over, not a second. You were on your back, legs bent so she could have a good view of your pulsing pussy. She sits back on her heels, legs bent, telling you to be still and close your eyes. You heard a quiet buzzing sound, a few seconds later you felt something vibration on your lower lips making you jolt upwards, earning you another slap on your thigh. "Bad girl, be. Still."

"Yes, ma'am. 'm sorry."

You feel the vibrator pass your lips, rubbing up and down your pretty pink slit. You feel it lightly run over your little bundle of over-sensitive nerves making you moan out. "It feels so good ma'am, more please," you whimper out. It slips into you making your already quivering legs shake violently from the overstimulation, hips jerking. She pushes your legs more toward your chest, holding them down to get a better view. You feel the coil in your stomach getting tighter and tighter. You clench your tight walls around the toy trying to get your high to hit you hard. You are successful. So successful, you squirt, eyes snapping open just in time to witness the mess being created and the purple wand popping out of your used hole. Based on the position you are in with your beautiful dom holding you down, towering over you Your clear fluids go over her chest and stomach, your chest, stomach, and back of your thighs. ...I didn't know I could do that, you think. " I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," thinking you were going to get in trouble for making such a mess.

"Don't apologize, darling, you did a beautiful job, I know this is supposed to be a punishment but can you continue?" "Yes ma'am" you replied. She smiled letting your legs go, letting you rest for a second.

You watch as she takes her red set off entirely, your top, puts the strap on, and rubs lube on it, and sits back against the headboard of the bed, "Okay bunny, are you ready?" she asks.

"yes, ma'am"

You sit up and straddle her, boobs in her face, level with her mouth, your hands on her shoulders, and her hands on your hips helping balance you being you are still shaky from your last two orgasms. Still holding you straight she asks if she can enter. You nod your head, expecting her to go more gentle on you since you are sensitive. You should've known better since she has always been rough when she is using her strap on you.

She slammed you down, you moan at the feeling of being filled to the brim of your lover's cock so fast and squeeze her shoulders, leaning into her more. She takes the opportunity to put your right nipple in her mouth to suck and nip at the hard bud, hands gripping your soft sides as she bounced you up and down.

She takes her mouth off, leaning you back to wear your hands are behind you on her thighs, still bouncing, just so she can watch the toy go in and out of you. She moans at the beautiful, lewd sight in front of her, "Damn baby, I could cum just from watching you, your pretty pussy looks so good bouncing up and down on me." She makes you stop for a second once she realized you were close to your third high of the night, you whine at her actions, leaning into her neck, still trying to bounce. "Please- I'm so close," " Be still," she commands harshly. You whimper at her tone and nod into her neck.

You feel her move a little and hear a buzzing sound again and a cap open and close. You get nervous and clench around the silicon cock that still resides inside of you, she scoots forward and lays back, legs bent up, you still on her and her cock. You sit up slightly wondering what is happening, you look at her hand and see a black vibe, with little to no lube at all. You look back at her about to ask what she is doing when she says, " turn around pretty girl, sit on my cock again but before you do, stick this in me would you?" "Yes, ma'am."

You get off her, whining at the feeling of it leaving your abused hole, earning ANOTHER slap to your thigh " No whining, I could just let you sit there and not touch yourself, only allowed to watch me cum and then go to bed," you quickly shake your head 'no', and straddle her once again except this time your ass is facing her top part. You take the vibrator out of her hand and lean forward into the space between her spread, bent legs.

One hand on the bed, one hand leading the buzzing toy to her sopping wet hole that you wholeheartedly would do anything to eat out. As you slip in the toy, you lower yourself on the cock, both of you moaning in sync. "Can I move, please?" you ask as politely as you can. She didn't respond, she instead started moving you up and down at a fast and rough pace, you came from just that, having been built up and edged a few seconds ago, you cream on the silicon dick. Making you very audibly gasp and moan out, clenching around the silicon you put both hands on the bed between your lovers' legs.

Pushing back against her and her now slippery wet cock, it somehow went further into you making tears well up in your eyes from all the pleasure and pain. You could hear your lover moan loudly from behind you as she got closer to her high from the vibe and watching you cream on her dick.

"Fuck are you close bunny?" she asks, moaning it out from the pleasure.

"Yes, ma'am, I am. So, so close. Can mommy cum first please? I want to watch you, mommy." You say with jerking hips as you are so close to your high but force it down hearing her answer, "Yes baby, you can watch" She says.

She barely gets it out before she cums, hard to, even if it is her first orgasm of the night. You moan at the sight of her fluids leaking out and round the vibrator in her. Her legs start shaking after her high, from the overstimulation finally hitting her. Her hips jerk upwards harshly, sending you over the edge squirting the most you ever have from the hard thrust. Your back arches the top part of you pushing forward while the back pushes down and back, bottoming the cock in you. Covering it in your slick once again, you moan over and over. The vibrator still in her, she continues to rock up into you helping you through your high as she comes again from it.

She lightly taps your lower back as a signal to turn it off, you do as told plus you take it out. She slowly stops thrusting and jerking into you, you fall on your side beside her as soon as you get her dick out of you. You both stay quiet for a second. well except for your pants and heavy breathing from the multiple orgasms. You look over at her to find her already looking at you with a small smirky smile on her face seeing you so fucked out. "Thank you ma'am, thank you for making me feel good when I didn't deserve it."

She smiled more than smirked now and said " Your welcome princess, it wasn't your fault she flirted with you, I should've been nicer to you earlier." You leaned up and kissed her lightly making her smile more, you stare for a second before you asked, " mommy? Can I do something? I want to make mommy feel good too, even more than she already does." You look at her with pleading puppy eyes, wanting to make her feel as good as she did you.

She leans down a little and kisses you with a little more force than you did her, pulls away, and nods.

You smile and crawl in between her legs, moving the vibrator away from its resting wet spot on the bed. You lay down and place your hands on her thighs, opening her more for a better view. "You look so pretty between my legs bun," you blush at the comment, saying a small ‘thank you’ before scooting up more so she couldn't see your face that much.

You lightly blow on her hole making it pulse a little, you smiled at the effect you had on her. You dive in, not too fast but also not slow. You suck on her perky clit, you feel her hand grip your hair pushing you closer, moaning at the stinging on your head you eat her out faster, trying to make her feel good.

You move lower, licking around her hole before you stick your tongue in, thrusting it in and out roughly. She moans out how good you are doing, how good you're making her feel. You take pride in that and move faster, especially after feeling her walls try to clench down on your tongue. She cums, no warning beside her thighs squeezing on the sides of your head. You quickly drink up her liquids as they rush out, you move away from her after helping her from her high.

Face still slick with her cum, you crawl up next to her to lay down once again after wiping your face on the face of our hand not getting it all of your lips."Did I make you feel good ma'am?" She nods saying, "Yes princess, you did a great job making me feel good, thank you," she says drowsy as she almost falls asleep but not before taking the strap off, moving all the toys off the bed, pulling you closer, kissing you and then covering you up.

The last thing she does before you both fall asleep from the tiring, yet exciting night is normal for you both of course.

She whispers a tired and sweet "I love you," and waiting to hear one from you before she falls asleep.

You along with her.

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This is my first story, I first posted it on my Wattpad, if any of you like this one and have any request please tell me!! I will always be open for request until I say different. Remember. I do most fandoms, even if I don’t know the fandom, I’ll do research to make you the story you want

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Death threats gone wrong

Klaus: *Laughing evil* I could kill you if I wanted to.

Y/n: *Calm* I-I mean like so could anyone else.

Klaus: *Shocked* What? What are you-

Y/n: I mean so could a horse, a cat, a really ambitious duck.

Katherine: *Proud*

Y/n: Hell, I could even kill myself!

Klaus: *Worried about his enemy* Wtf you ok man?

Y/n: Point is it's not that hard.

Ripper! Stefan: *Trying not to laugh*.

Y/n: *Whispering sarcastically* You're not special.

Damon: *Smirking*

Matt, Tyler, Jeremy and Caroline: *Wheezing*

I want to write fan fiction but I need ideas and characters please! 😭 I can never thing of anything-

Things accepted are:

SEXUALITY/GENDERS:

~Any!! (Bi, les, gay, pan, ace, poly, etc.)

~Any!! ( Afab, amab, Ftm, mtf, genderfluid, nb, etc.)

FANDOMS:

~ MHA/BNHA

~ FNAF Security Breach

~ Monster High

~ Percy Jackson ( I have the books, movies, and watched all of the show! so I am fully equipt to write about them! )

~ Sam and Colby

~ Avatar ( James Cameron )

~ OITNB

~HxH

~BTS ( any K-pop group )

~Harry Potter ( books and movies too! )

~My Babysitters a Vampire

~ Stardew valley

~ Game of Thrones

And tons of others ( I'll make a list sometime this week or next of everyone I'll write! If there are any requests then I can and most likely will write for them after doing the needed research! )

I will do smut 100%, fluff 100%, angst 100%, just give me ideas and I’ll tell you if I can or can’t do it ;)