#✨i bet it stinks in there✨

[starryeyedadmirer]

✨Even after all this time, I’m still in love with this moment!!!✨

[gfguren]

pro hero!bakugou x reader | fluff, snowball fights, bickering, husband!bakugou, just a short lil drabble, it snowed this morning and i was ✨inspired✨ | cw: cursing

-shoveling snow with bakugou turns into shoveling snow at bakugou-

It's too cold for this, too early; the sky is still pink and you're out here shoveling snow in your pajama pants. You have a serious case of stink eye when you turn to glare down your husband from the other end of the driveway.

He's bundled up in at least three layers, nose and chin tucked beneath that red scarf you bought for him two winters ago. His brow is fixed in a near permanent state of grump; you'd think him cute if you weren't so miffed with him right now.

"Can't we do this later, Kats?" You fake your best pout, bat your eyelashes when he shoots you a look from over his shoulder.

"We're halfway done, quit yer whinin'."

You resist the urge to stamp your feet like a child. "But it's cold!"

"Maybe if someone had salted the driveway last night like I'd asked ya, neither of us'd be out here right now, hah?"

You dig your shovel into the snow, cross your arms across your chest, indignant. "Maybe if someone had picked some up from the store like I asked, I could have."

He snorts, turning his back to you and continuing his warpath through the snow. You glare as hard as you can, hope he can feel it through every stupid layer of his stupid coat. He doesn't, of course.

So you swipe a chunk of snow from the sidewalk, roll it into a neat little ball, and then you launch it, hard as you can in Katsuki's direction. He turns halfway, hero senses kicking in just a moment too late; he tries to catch it, it splats against his forearm.

You smirk, feeling victorious in your own right, rectified after being dragged out of bed at six in the morning.

But you'd forgotten one crucial detail: your husband is a sore loser.

Katsuki's eyes narrow and you squeal when the shovel falls from his hands, turning on your heel in a desperate attempt to flee. You don't get far, tripping over the mound of snow you'd just shoveled, planting yourself face first into the cold.

He's on you in seconds, shoving a handful of snow past the scarf he wrapped you up in this morning and down the back of your shirt. It freezes your neck, chills all the way down your spine.

"Katsuki!"

You think you hear him laugh. "What? Start somethin' ya can't finish?"

That has you kicking.

You huff a breath of hot air, wriggling your legs free and crawling out from under his body weight. He let's you if only to pin you back down the moment you manage to turn around and prop yourself up on your elbows. "Let me go, you big oaf!"

His knees fix your hips to the ground, gloved hands reaching down to scoop up a handful of snow. It crunches menacingly as he rolls it from one hand to the other, red eyes narrowed and nose scrunched up as if he's annoyed.

"Wait, wait, wait." You gasp, mittens holding his hands still. "'m sorry!"

"Yeah? I bet yer real sorry." He shakes free, raises the newly formed snowball with one hand. "Now that yer at my mercy."

"You win, okay, m' sorry Katsuki! Let's just finish shoveling, alright?" You slide back slowly and Katsuki quirks a brow, entirely suspicious. "Really! I'll make us both hot cocoa after and we can watch that stupid movie you like and, and- I'll only complain a li-ttle bit."

You slide back fully, eyes trained on the snowball in his fist as you get to your knees. Carefully, innocently you fold your hands in your lap, give Katsuki the sweetest smile you can muster. You lean forward, bump your cold nose to his. He sighs, eyes falling shut. He thinks you're going to kiss him, misses the way you grin, impish and satisfied.

In one quick motion, you take both hands and shove two handfuls of snow into his lap, sprinting through the yard before he can recover.

"Get back here ya damn tease!"

You turn back to stick your tongue out at him, met with an expression of both frustration and amusement. You're all but six steps away when the first snowball hits, seven on the second. You turn around to scowl at him. "You're mean!"

"I'll show ya mean." And then he's trudging through the snow after you.

Your chest trembles, the last bouts of laughter fading like ripples in the water. Katsuki is sat beside you, snow caked to his jeans and in his hair. You smile, reaching over to dust the frost from the crown of his head. "Warm bath?"

"Y'comin'?" he mumbles into the palm of his hand, as if he's nonchalant, unenthused. You know better.

You can't help but tease him. "If you finish shoveling the driveway."

He scoffs, half-heartedly swats a bit of snow your way. "This was yer plan from the start, wasn't it?"

You grin, removing your mittens before smooshing his cheeks between your palms. "Maybe." You press your lips to his before he can weasel away. "Or maybe I wanted to sleep in with you on your day off instead of shoveling our stupid driveway."

He frowns at that, takes your wrists in his big palms. "Never know when I might get called in, villains don't rest just 'cus it's my day off."

"Well they better 'cus you're mine today. I don't wanna hear a thing about heroes or villains, or 'Dynamight' for the next 24 hours." You press a pointed fingertip to his chest before pulling him in by his scarf and kissing him fully. "Got it, Bakugou Katsuki?"

He grunts, wrapping his arms around your middle and nosing at the crook of your neck. "Got it. Yours." His hands snake under your coat, beneath the hem of your nightshirt, gloves still caked in snow. You hiss at the cold, glaring at him. He grins. "I'll go heat up the water."

[damascus-crowned-king]

Um excuse me..

Pookie Can I please request Sam and darlin being parents to Fred and bright eyes 🥺

You got it stink 🫦

No warnings other than some potty language

Sorry if this kinda sucks I'm a shit writer 😬

Also pls don't get on my ass for taking so long to write this school and work has been kicking my ass also I have a habit with procrastinating so sorry about that

✨Anyways!✨

Please enjoy this this Sam/Darlin AKA Tanker/Fred/Bright Eyes fic 😌

P.S thank you for @annahhopee for proofreading this! 💛 She's pretty cool

They knew Bright Eyes were right behind them. Tanker didn't need to be a vampire to sense them. They were trying to suppress and muffle their aura but even then, Tanker could sense them. Still. 

That didn't stop Bright Eyes from trying to perform a sneak "attack" on them while they were sitting on the couch. (they weren't very sneaky and they could barely put a scratch on Tanker no matter how hard they try) just a little bit closer and they could pounce on them! 

"Bright, what the hell are you doing?" 

Fred was…confused to say the least. His progeny/best friend was attempting to sneak up and do… whatever they were trying to do… to his maker's mate. 

"God damnit, Fred! I almost had them!" Snorts "Yeahhhhh, no you didn't, Bright. I can sense you miles away." Bright Eyes sat on the couch and let out a dramatic, offended gasp. "Bullshit! No you can't!" 

"What are you three arguing about again?" Sam had walked in with the rest of the groceries… confused to say the least. "Woah! Woah! Woah! Whoa! I'm not part of whatever these two got going on. That's a… 'them' situation." "Okay then… What are you two arguing about?" Sam gestured between Bright Eyes and his mate. 

"Bright Eyes seems to think that I couldn't sense them when they were trying to 'sneak attack' me." "Which you couldn't!" Bright Eyes retorted quickly. "Uhh, no offense, Bright but you could probably be pushing 70 and still couldn't sneak up on 'em." "Yeahhh… I'm gonna have to agree with Sam here, Bright. You could probably be a stealth and still couldn't sneak up on them." "I can confirm. I've sensed Milo's mate multiple times." "You guys are some haters…" Bright Eyes was full-on pouting at this point. I mean how could they not? They were getting ganged up on for God sake!

"C'mon, Bright. Don't take it personally. If it makes you feel better, you could definitely sneak up and scare the shit out of Milo." "Everyone can scare the shit out of Milo, darlin. It's not exactly hard to do." "Wow, you guys! this is making me feel sooo much better." Sam put the groceries on the floor before sitting on the arm of the couch. "If it actually makes you feel better, I bought ingredients for pecan pie. All I need is a helping hand to put away all these groceries and I can get started on making it."

Bright Eyes squealed and raised their hand excitedly. "I volunteer to help make the pie, but not put away the groceries." Fred reluctantly spoke up. "I guess I'll volunteer to help put away groceries." "Which means I get to lay my ass down on the cou-"

"Oh, no you don't, darlin. You are going to help me and Bright make this pie." "Nooo…" "c'mon. Get yer ass up and help us." Tanker reluctantly got up and walked towards the kitchen with Fred, Sam and Bright Eyes. Not exactly too stoked that they had to do stuff.

After what seemed like years in Tanker's mind but was probably only 3 hours at most, the groceries were put up and the pie was finished. "Oh, thank God it's over." "Oh don't be so dramatic, darlin. You're fine." "Yeah! I bet you even had fun! Admit it!" Bright Eyes said whilst poking Tanker's face, trying to get them to smile. "Fat chance, kid." Fred giggles and softly smiles at them. "You don't have to say anything Tanker. We already know you have a secret soft spot for us!" "Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up you two. Fuckin' brats..." "Yeah but we're your brats! Which means you legally have to deal with us, so you can suck it!" Bright Eyes exclaimed, pulling Tanker and Fred towards them and hugging them both tightly.

Sam smiled at his family, feeling content and happy that his loved ones were bonding before Bright Eyes had piped up. "Get over here, old man! We're having a group hug!" Tanker smirked at Sam, but also content and happy with their second family. "Yeah, get over here, old man." Sam playfully rolled his eyes and walked over to the group hug and wrapped his arms around his family and his family wrapped their arms around him. And in that moment all of them thought 'this is the life.' 

After a few more seconds, Tanker spoke up. "Alright, enough mushy feely shit. Let's eat this pie" "aww! Was that too much love and joy for you?" "Bright, if you keep sassing me, I'm throwing you out the window." "You would hurt your own child?!"

"You are not my kid!" "Yes the fuck I am! And you aren't allowed to argue with me about it!" "Uuugghh!"

[teenandbeyond]

Could you do Yamcha x Reader oneshot where they go out on a date together?

Yamcha x Reader

Want more from me? mAsTeRlIsT 2

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⚾Carnival⚾ (DBZ or Dragonball Z)

Warning: Fluff

Where is Yamcha taking you this time?

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“Yamcha, where are we going?”

He chuckled, “I already told you it’s a surprise.”

You tried to take in every detail, curiosity overwhelming you.

You were excited, this was your third date. It was his turn again…and after the one you chose was bad (even if it ended with the two of you being all giggly) you hoped his idea could make up for it.

You snapped out of your thoughts at children’s laughter, machinery, and music.

“A carnival?”

“Yeah, you said you’ve never been to this one. But if you live here, this is a must!”

He paid for both of the tickets to your protest.

“Well, I invited you, right? You did the same thing.”

You huffed in stubbornness but followed him as he took you to the first game he saw.

“I’m the best at this,” he picked up a dart after offering a bill to the stall owner.

“Oh, really?” you smirked, “Impress me.”

“Let’s make a bet. If I get this, you have to share a funnel cake with me.”

You doubted with his clumsiness he’d get it, so you agreed, “Sure, deal.”

His easy smile turned into a concentrated glare at the target as he aimed.

Then he flicked his wrist, stunning you when it hit dead center.

“Huh?”

He gave you the cockiest grin you’d ever seen, “See? Told you I’m the best.”

But then he horribly lost at the goldfish game.

“It’s rigged,” he reasoned.

Then you tried it, the tiny ball easily getting into the tank.

“I—I, well…”

After a few more games, the ratio was even between you.

“What’s next, [Name]?”

You decided to try one of the horror walkways.

As you both walked through the dark walkway, he played a tough front, until one skeleton hand tapped his shoulder, making him yelp.

You couldn’t help but giggle at his demise.

“[Name]! Don’t laugh!”

But it’s cute…

Next, he chose an animal farm, which you were pleased didn’t stink as terribly as others did.

You fed a few of the animals, but when Yamcha kneeled down to feed a baby sheep, the peaceful mood changed.

“Hey, little guy. You hungry? Here’s a carrot—Uh!”

The whole cup was snagged and the little rascal ran off with it.

“My cup…” Yamcha pouted.

You pat his shoulder in understanding, “We’ll get you another one to feed more animals, okay?”

After moving on, you decided to try out rides.

The first are swings, you’re swung around and you giggle with contentment.

Then you get on another ride, one that shoots you up with intense speed.

Yamcha gripped the handlebars for his life, “How many more times are they going to do this?!”

Again, you laughed at his demise.

After that, you got on a few rollercoasters, and you wondered why Yamcha went along with it when they didn’t seem to be his thing.

It was because it made you happy, not that he’d say that out loud.

You took a break, indulging in your shared funnel cake.

“This actually isn’t too bad…”

Yamcha grinned, “Yeah, this family has been making them for about a hundred years.”

“Wow…That’s…impressive.”

He blushed when your fingers brushed.

He was actually in a predicament, he was crushing on you hard.

But he didn’t know how you felt, considering when you first met, you didn’t give him the time of day.

Were you still feeling him out? Did you like him? He wanted to know.

You returned from tossing the empty plate, surprised by his sudden quietness.

“Yamcha?”

“Uh—Yes?”

“Are you alright? You were deep in thought there.”

“I’m fine…just thinking.”

But he wasn’t very good at hiding it, his gaze kept flickering over to you with a frown, then down to your hand, then back into whatever he was thinking about.

You also noticed the added distance between you, like he was being cautious.

Ah, you see what it is.

You weren’t the best with feelings, so you hadn’t realized.

Without looking his way, you played it off as you intertwined your fingers with his.

Internally smirking as his hand warmed, you continued walking.

It’s a shame you missed the goofy grin that tore onto his face, he attempted to smother it with his free hand.

[buthowboutno]

🤡🎯🤲✨

Get wrecked.

@morning-sun-brah you stink

🤡 What’s a line, scene, or exchange you’ve written that made you laugh?

i am constantly giggling to myself like a little gremlin when im typing, but specifically the line from chapter one

QuarkedUp: I bet you remove watermarks and pass off memes as your own, contributing to the very real and illegal counterfeit meme trade

I will NEVER top that line, holy shit. laughing like a madman when i wrote that

oh also the babe ruth necrophilia line from the last chapter

🎯 Have any of your readers accurately guessed major plot points? Care to share which?

... yes. there's an ask that's been sitting in my inbox since chapter 16 and i cANT ANSWER IT UNTIL AFTER THE NEXT UPDATE CAUSE IT'LL SPOIL EVERYONE. will not be sharing, yall can wait <3

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

mmm so MANY TO CHOOSE FROM but... i'll leave you with a little taste

“Got you,” Donnie said, sounding triumphant.

“I let you," you said, shrugging in his arms. You giggled a little at the face he made.

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

THIS IS THE THIRD NICE THING I'VE HAD TO SAY, IM SICK OF YALL

i like...when morning_sun's mother likes my writing

GOT EM

[magicbonesjones]

Woke up and the first thing I see is people hating on and shaming poor people like me. Good morning I wanna ✨die✨ 😒

We need to stop fucking shaming poor people for what they're able to afford to eat. What their kids are willing to eat. We need to stop shaming disabled people for what they're able to cook or eat. We need to stop shaming people with sensory issues for what they're able or unable to eat. Eating what your body or brain will accept is better than not eating at all. Just because you don't live through it or understand it doesn't mean you should be shaming other people for it. This behavior is fucking disgusting and I'm tired of it.

People on the post I'm talking about (on fb) were literally like "I bet these people stink" because of their CHOICE IN GROCERIES. That's literally so fucking disgusting. What people choose to eat literally has nothing to do with their personal hygiene? You're literally fucking stereotyping poor people!!!!!

[frozenfries]

can we get some quality phoenix content from you? 👀

Hey there! You sure can. I honestly wish more people wrote for him because he’s such a fun character ✨

Dealing Damage (Phoenix x Reader)

Premise: Phoenix tries to impress you, but it proves to be one disaster after the next.

Word Count: 817

• For someone with such a big ego, Phoenix doesn’t always have the smooth moves to back it up.

• Making a nice meal together sounds easy enough, right? Nope. Hope you like singed spaghetti and burnt soup.

• The way this man eats his hamburgers speaks for itself.

• Cuddles by the fireplace sound like a safe bet! But when Omen’s busy knitting by the hearth in the common area and Phoenix wants alone time with you, he tries conjuring a makeshift campfire in his room, smack in the middle of the floor.

• Phoenix, what are you doing

• “It’ll be fine! I got this.” He assures you confidently, before faltering at how fast the flames are spreading. “… Maybe I don’t got this.”

• Needless to say, it doesn’t turn out well and a short while later, half the agents are crowded in his room to put out the fire. The entire Protocol stinks of smoke for the next few days.

• It’s no secret that his abilities give him a competitive edge. Teaming up with you to turn a snowball fight into a fireball one? He’s all for it and you guys win by a landslide - mainly because his antics land most of the other agents in the infirmary.

• "Aaannd that's how it gets done!" He raises a hand to high-five you but you just kind of stand there, laughing nervously.

• Sage and Skye aren’t amused at the damage control he leaves in his wake. You spend the rest of the week helping him serve out his punishments around HQ.

• One of his favourite things to do is prank people, especially Yoru. He’ll frequently rope you into his schemes.

• A Glade Air Freshener, a flicker of fire and Yoru’s hair - what could go wrong?

• Let’s just say it’s a good thing the Protocol doesn’t do team photos on a regular basis.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” You whispered to Phoenix as the two of you crouched behind a pillar adjacent to the common area, keeping your eyes peeled for any sign of the rift-walker coming your way. In your view was the fireplace and above it sat an automatic sensor air freshener. A few centimeters away from it was a burning candle.

He smirked, recalling how he nearly got flamed - literally - when he walked by the other day. What was originally a reckless hazard he discovered could be used creatively. Standard was clearly not a word in his prank vocabulary. “Relax. Let me show you how the boss does it.”

Almost as if on cue, Yoru walked in, eyes glued to his phone. “You better make this quick,” he addressed Phoenix without looking up. Passing the fireplace, a loud whoosh swept through the room as a burst of flame cut a straight line across the top of his head, taking a sizeable amount of blue hair with it. It couldn’t have been timed better.

It almost seemed like Yoru wouldn’t notice at first, but when he instinctively took out his comb and ran it through his hair - or lack thereof - he froze.

The culprit was doubled over in laughter. "OOOHHH, that's going on a highlight reel for sure!" Against your better judgment, you felt your own lips begin to twitch.

You watched the way Yoru’s chest rose and fell heavily, his nostrils flaring like a dragon’s. His eyes were absolutely murderous, much to the troublemaker’s delight, and you knew that the Gatecrasher was imagining all the different ways to skewer the poor Phoenixes residing in various dimensions. In fact, you were willing to bet he would give up Zarusoba noodles for a solid chunk of his life if it meant murdering the person who dared wreak havoc on his precious hair. But it was when Yoru started speaking in Japanese that his frenemy knew he better make a run for it. 

“ざこが... You must have a death wish or something.”

The fiery agent grabbed your hand and began whispering rapidly. “If I’m not back in twenty minutes, bring Sage and Skye with you to come find me. I may need some, uh, healing.” Your eyes widened at the unspoken implication as he continued sheepishly. “I also didn’t have time to write out a will, but you definitely get possession of my entire jacket collection and my soda locker-” “Phoenix, just go!” You pulled him to his feet and gave him a forceful shove, sending him running.

The Brit grinned cheekily at you over his shoulder as he sprinted for his life. “I’ll be back soon! So wait for me, yeah?” He called out as your peals of laughter chased him down the halls, the Tokyo native hot on his heels. 

He may need reviving but if it meant seeing you smile and creating memories together, it was worth it. 

[The prank in this story was inspired by the image below]

[crispybasil]

Crazy Little Thing Called Love

crispin x reader

A/N: we need a petition to make more fics of the kambal thank you ✌️😎 also please enjoy ^^ (also this be my first smut pic soo) - ✨

contains: a shit ton of build up, friends to lovers, hair pulling, degradation, name calling, spanking, slight choking, blowjobs, fluff in the end, crispin being bb

word count: 2780

“Kuya!”

“Kuya Crispin!”

Groaning as he laid on the ground Crispin growled at his younger brother, “What do you want Basilio?”

“I have something for you! I bet it’ll make you feel better.” His younger twin chided at him, trying and failing to pull him up from the ground, “Come on Crispin I know you’ll like it!”

“Nothing will make me feel better after the dragon portal…” Crispin groaned as he shifted into a sitting position, “Ay Kuya you’re so weak, sorry y/n you’ll just have to come back another time I guess.” His twin teased.

Upon hearing her name Crispins eyes immediately shot open as he looked at Basilio who currently held a shit eating grin while standing next to y/n.

“Ay Basilio you’re so mean to your poor Kuya.” Y/n chided gently as she helped Crispin up, “Did you vomit from the dragon portal again?” She asked gently as she looked him over, “You seem fine now though, although a little bloody.”

“Crispin’s motion sickness gets the best of him again.” Basilio chuckled, “Good thing I brought the cure.”

“Huh, there’s a cure?” Y/n asked cluelessly as she looked at the younger kambal, “What is it?”

At this point Crispins face was practically burning from how hard he was blushing and quickly tried to diffuse the situation, “He’s just joking y/n, ignore him.” He said quickly before flashing the stink eye at his brother.

“Hmph.” Y/n huffed before gently resting her hand on his cheek, “You feel kind of hot now though is this some kind of side effect of the dragons blood?”

“N-no I’m fine!” Crispin uttered as he leaned into her hand, “Anyway we should go, it’s dangerous here and bossing is probably waiting for us.”

“Oh, okay. I’ll go on ahead then.” Y/n smiled at him one last time before walking off, probably towards where Alex was.

“My God Kuya I keep giving you these chances and what do you do? ’N-no I’m fine!’ Haha!” Basilio laughed at his older brother who was still blushing from everything that just happened, “Come on y/n’s a nice girl you should just go for it, if not maybe I will–”

Crispin immediately glared at Basilio and growled out, “If you dare even try you’ll regret being my brother.”

“Psh, ok ok gets ko na Kuya.” Basilio laughed and patted him on the shoulder, “We’re kambal after all, I know my place. Pero ikaw naman, anong gagawin mo once she finds a different man, hah?”

“Ikaw…”

“Kidding kidding!” The younger kambal laughed once more, “Anyway let’s go find bossing, I’ll call shotgun in the car para you can sit next to her ok?”

“Fine.” Crispin mumbled, his face still slightly red.

“Good! Now tara, hanapin natin yung asawa mo!” With that Basilio took off running.

“BASILIO!!”

- timeskip -

“Basilio, what’s wrong with your brother?” Alexandra asked the younger kambal as she raised her eyebrow at the spectacle before her. Crispin who was usually the more put together out of the two appeared to be… Sulking? Which was a rare sight but Basilio knew exactly why.

“He saw some other guy talking to y/n earlier and now he’s all sad about it.” Basilio laughed, “I mean what else was she supposed to do Kuya? Stay single forever until you pulled your head out of your ass?”

“Basilio, it isn’t nice to kick somebody while they’re down.” Alexandra remarked.

“Don’t we do that everyday?” He retorted with a snort, “Besides we all know y/n likes you too Kuya so why don’t you just go for it?”

“For once Basilio is right.” Alex agreed, “What do you have to lose anyway?”

“Her.” Crispin responded flatly, “She looked really happy talking to that guy too…”

“She literally glows when she talks to you Crispin.” Basilio looked at his older brother and sighed, “Like seriously, only you. When I talk to her she looks at me like I’m a dead fish.”

“Well you are the dumber one.” Crispin mumbled, trying to rationalize his feelings.

“Look what if I just told her for you, here I’ll call her right now!” Basilio smirked and dialed y/n’s number on his phone, it rang a few times before she finally picked up, and to drive the point home he put the call on speakerphone. “Hey y/n how’s my favorite girl!”

“Fine, Basilio.” Y/n’s voice responded on the other end of the line, “Why the sudden call?”

Crispin looked up with wide eyes, this seriously can’t be happening. He looked towards Alex for help but she just shrugged with a smile as she walked out of the room, ‘Good luck.’ She mouthed to him as she closed the door.

“Oh c’mon! Am I not allowed to call my future in-law?” Crispin was about to retort but the younger kambal shushed him quickly, “Besides I need to talk to you about Kuya.”

“Crispin? Is something wrong with him?!” There was immediate worry in y/n’s tone which made Crispin blush a bit, well, so what if she cared about him? Isn’t it normal to care about your friends anyway?

Friend being the keyword here.

“No, no he’s fine. It’s just that he’s been feeling kinda bummed lately, I think it’s the aftermath from the dragon portal getting to his head y’know?” Basilio spared a quick glance at his Kuya before continuing, “Anyway you have a really good effect on him y’know, he gets all mushy and sentimental with you it’s so cute.”

“Bas–” Crispin tried to intervene but Basilio shoved his hand over his mouth.

“I don’t know what you’re implying here but I’ll drop by just in case, does he need any medicine?” Y/n asked as Crispin stared in horror.

“Nope, nope!” Basilio happily remarked, “All he needs is some tender love and care from his favorite girl.”

“Ugh, c’mon Basilio, you know he doesn’t like me that way…” Was it him or did she sound disappointed? “Anyway I’ll be there in five.”

“Oh you’ll see.” The two then hung up and Basilio looked at Crispin with a smug smirk on his face, “See Kuya, she totally likes you back.”

“She’s just naturally caring.” Crispin grumbled as he sat down on one of the nearby chairs.

“I don’t think she’d drop everything just to visit you if she only saw you as a friend you know.” Basilio sighed and looked at his older brother in the eye, “Kuya, alam mo naman that I’m shit at giving advice. Trust me na gusto ka niya para makapag-asawa na kayo. I want a sister-in-law and I also want to be best man, I look dashing in a suit don’t you think?”

“Ikaw talaga… Bwiset ka.” Crispin groaned as he leaned his head into his hands.

“You’ll thank me later Kuya!” Basilio chuckled happily until he heard a car park outside, “Ay shet, nandito na siya. Pretend to act sad to sell the act ok Crispin? I’ll go now!” And with that the younger kambal flew out of the room.

“That fucking–”

“Basilio? Crispin? Are you there?” Y/n’s voice sounded from the other side of the door as she gently knocked.

Rushing over to the door Crispin opened it and immediately blushed when he saw her face, damn I’m getting fucking weak, he thought to himself as he smiled down at the girl he liked, “H-hey y/n.”

“Oh! Crispin are you ok?” The girl immediately stepped inside and set her bag on the table, “You don’t feel sick do you? You were kinda feverish when we last saw each other.”

Y/n then rested her hands on his cheeks as she looked him over, “You seem a little warm, did the fever not fade away?”

If anything Crispin started blushing harder at her actions, when did she become so bold and when did he suddenly get used to her holding him? Not that he didn’t like the feeling but… “I feel fine y/n really. Basilio was just being, well, Basilio.” He tried to reassure her but she just pouted.

“Well yeah I can see that but still, he worries for you for a reason.” She stated matter-of-factly. “I worry for you too you know? Also I know it’s nighttime but maybe the Philippines is a little too hot to be wearing a suit everyday. Why aren’t you in pambahay yet?”

Crispin was about to stutter an answer, she admitted that she worried about him and that was enough for him to feel butterflies in his chest, as the humans would phrase it.

“Come on, at least take the jacket off.” The girl huffed as she unbuttoned his suit jacket and laid it on the table next to her bag, “The tie too Mister!”

He didn’t know what came over him but his demi-god side decided to take over, “Making me strip is a bit naughty isn’t it y/n?” He teased softly as he leaned closer towards her, making the girl blush and try to back away.

“W-what are you talking about? I’m just worried your body is overheating! T-that’s all!” She tried to deny it but her face almost rivaled Crispins. “Anyway what are you doing? B-back off will you!”

“Hmm… Don’t wanna~” Crispin smiled as he pressed closer to her, undoing his tie. “Isn’t this what you want? Look, I’m taking it off.” He made a languid display of pulling the tie off his neck, “I’ll even undo the shirt if that’s what you want y/n.” He licked his lips as he stared at the girl ravenously, with the hunger that was truly one of a demi-god.

“C-Crispin?” Y/n’s face was fully flushed as she tried to evade him but her back bumped into the table as his arms surrounded her on both sides, “T-there must be something really wrong with you, why are you acting like this?!”

There seemed to be genuine fear in her tone which immediately halted Crispins advances, he then gently laid his head by the crook of her neck and mumbled, “I-I really missed you. That’s all.”

Feeling his body relax y/n gently wrapped her arms around his neck, “Well I missed you too silly, so why are you so sad?”

Well, better now than never, “Who was the guy you were with yesterday? You were all smiley and giggly with him… I thought you were only like that with me?”

“Crispin bobo ka talaga.” Y/n laughed as she stroked the back of his head, “Pamangkin ko lang ‘yan, why would you be jealous of him anyway?”

“Cause I like you and want you to only be mine.” He mumbled as he felt one of her hands move to cup his face, “I really, really like you y/n.” The older kambal gently leaned into the hand that was cupping his cheek as he looked straight into her eyes.

“Crispin my God sana sinabi mo nalang.” Y/n smiled as she looked at him and gently pecked him on the lips, “All this time I was worrying about nothing you know! I love you too.” She giggled.

“Wow, I’m fucking stupid.” Crispin laughed as he leaned into Y/n and kissed her, “Not as dumb as Basilio though, right?” He looked at her hopefully which made her laugh even more.

“Crispin, no one is as dumb as Basilio.”

“Thank God…” Crispin moved his hands around y/n’s waist and pulled her into a tight hug.

“Do you still want me to unbutton your shirt?” Y/n asked teasingly as she ran her fingers over his chest, making his heart flutter a little bit.

“Trust me, I want you to do much more.”

“Oh? Well then… let’s do more~” Smirked, wrapping her arms around his neck and locked lips with him. He was quite surprised before leaning and kissing back, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her closer.

“Never knew you could be this… dirty…”

“Well my darling… I’m always full of surprises~”

He grinned, pulling her once again to a kiss, slipping his tongue in all of a sudden, essentially dominating her mouth and her whole body. Her body quivered a little as she gripped the table behind her as he started stripping her of her clothes.

“Fuck… Crispin…”

“Tsk tsk… never knew you had such a bad mouth…” He said, lightly biting her lip as he stepped away a little and started stripping himself, removing his shirt and pants. Leaving him only in his boxers. Y/n’s cheeks blushed rose red at the sight of this, feeling herself getting aroused.

“Oh and by the way… it’s Daddy… babygirl…~”

He whispered, lightly biting the shell of her ear. Feeling this she suddenly shivered as he started to strip her until she was in nothing but bra and panties.

“I won’t continue until you tell me to stop. Ok? Please let me know if I am making you uncomfortable.”

He said, getting a nod from her as she got on her knees and started palming him from his boxers, feeling his cock grow rapidly from her touch.

“My my… this is going to be fun~”

She smirked as she started removing his boxers, ready to start the fun for the night, but not without pulling a little trick up her sleeve. As the daughter of a sorcerer, she was able to manipulate the things around her, essentially teleporting them to his bedroom for a little more privacy.

“Holy shit… fuck your big…”

She said, watching his cock spring to life as she removed his boxers, which went down to his ankles. She then started stroking him off as she gave the tip a few kitty licks just to tease him.

“Y-Y/n… don’t… tease…”

“Awwww and why shouldn’t I?~”

She asked, all of sudden being greeted by Crispin gripping her hair as he began to mouth fuck her, y/n’a saliva becoming lube on his cock.

“Mmmm…~”

She moaned, sending vibrations onto his cock and his spine as she bobbed her head up and down his length, making him possibly even more horny than he was a few minutes ago. After a while he removed himself from her mouth before turning her chest to face the wall and her back to his chest.

“Now let’s have the real fun begin~”

He whispered, his voice sounded… deep… dominant… feral… and most certainly… god-like. Y/n heavily whimpered against his touch as Crispin snaked a hand onto her neck, lightly choking her.

“Fuck me please… Daddy…”

She begged, earning a chuckle from the demigod as he used his other hand to hold her in place as he shoved his cock into her needy cunt.

“See… I knew you could be such a needy… naughty slut for me… People around you think you’re this innocent girl who’s just friends with Alexandra Trese and the infamous Kambal… well now I know you’re little secret babygirl~”

He said, switching to pulling her hair instead on choking her, marking her neck and collarbone with hickeys galore. Lewd moans filled the room as Crispin’s pace began to fasten.

“Fuck. yes. Daddy! Mmm!! There!!”

“Oh? I guess I hit a certain spot~”

He said, thrusting in and out of her mercilessly as she became a moaning mess for him. Begging and pleading for him to fuck her harder and harder by the minute.

“Oh shit… I’m coming soon! You better take all of this… ok babygirl? Who does this cunt belong to?”

“You!! Only you Daddy! My body and cunt and everything belongs to you and you only!!”

She cried, slightly remembering that she placed a mute spell in his room so that no one could hear them. She felt dizzy, she felt so tired and exhausted, although she was quite happy it was going to be over soon.

“Oh fuck me too Daddy!!”

She cried, and with one last breath she came hard on his cock, with him soon following afterwards. She pants heavily as she fell onto his bed from exhaustion as Crispin kissed her forehead as he laid beside her as they both fell asleep on his bed.

- timeskip to the next morning -

“Heyyy how are the both of you??”

Basilio asked, standing in the doorway. Crispin was already up as he came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.

“Seems like both you had fun~ Especially Y/n~”

“Shut up!…”

“Hey… what’s going on…?”

Y/n asked, slowly waking up from her bed, covering her top half with the blanket as she sees Basilio.

“Oh hey Basilio… yeah… we had fun… hehe…”

“That’s good to hear~ Glad you’ll become my new sister-in-law soon~”

“Get out!!”

“Fine fine!”

“Yeah yeah I won’t mind!”

She giggled as Crispin came over and kissed her forehead as the sun rose up.

[sachi-nakamura]

@uwuthatshit @papuru666 I hope you are having a nice time today, maybe this will cheer you up :)

This is a small thing I wrote to expose some of Sachi's thoughts, how she views her relationship with her Master and to show her feelings. If there's support I'll write more scenarios of master/slave (not sexual, not yet) so please reblog ✨ thank you.

⛓️Puppet⛓️

A scenario in the torture chamber

Kanato x Sachi

Master/slave relationship

Not explicit but at least +13

Abusement, sub/dom, not sexual

Words count: 1.335

On random occasions, a sense of sporadic rational thinking comes across my brain, judging me for the decisions I've made in these past days and doubting seriously the poor condition of my mental health, worse each passing day.

Am I doing the right thing?

I couldn't answer my own question when I snapped out my thoughts at the cold feeling of metal handcuffs on my wrists.

I totally forgot I was in his torture chamber.

What a nice place, perfect for the ideal romantic date I've always dreamt about.

If only I didn't give up on that silly idea time ago, now having to conform to this kind of treatment and all the perverse thoughts that come across his mind.

Not so long ago I was just Juliet waiting for her Romeo.

The red haired, green-eyed Romeo.

But as Mom always told me, reading fictional stories and having fantasies is the only way childish women who can't face the real world can experience the ideal version of love they have in their, I quote, stupid and malformed brains.

Well, Romeo and Juliet's love story isn't exactly a good example of an ideal relationship but you get the point.

Oops, I think I've been avoiding my situation (once again), where were we?

Oh yes, the handcuffs. And him.

Not the boy with ginger hair I dreamt about but a porcelain-looking young man, with the most delicately chosen clothes and eyes that glimmer like amethysts.

He looked at me, having to lift his head to look right into my eyes, and I noticed that every time he has to do this motion he  suppresses a frustrated grimace.

Adorable.

-If only you could stay still I wouldn't have to resort to this, even though having you like this is not that inconvenient, it's just another proof of how badly trained you are. What a disgrace, and you call yourself my slave? You should be ashamed.- he was right, I always cover my body unconsciously when he hurts me. Last time was when he was about to brand new one of his latest acquisitions, a beautiful silver dagger, with me, and I couldn't avoid covering my torso with my arms.

As a result, now I have even more scars in my forearms. Cool.

-I'm really sorry, Kanato-sama. I'll try to behave more properly next time.

He ignored my response and adjusted the handcuffs, locking them and putting the little key that would open them (I hope) in his pocket.

I wonder what it's gonna be this time.

A knife, daggers, a whip, hot wax?

Limitless choices, this was like the equivalent for him to being in Disneyland.

The only difference was that in his Disneyland there's only one ride: me.

His slender fingers slowly caressed my left cheek, where I have one of my recent bruises, covered by a boring, white bandaid. My face sure looks miserable.

My Master furrowed his eyebrows as his touch turned more and more aggressive, causing my wound to stink, ignoring the little pained whine that escaped from my lips the exact moment his nails tried to enter into my skin

He hates this wound.

Because he is not the cause of it.

Mom always knows how to find new, exciting ways to torture me, incapable of formulate the minimum attempt of a rational thought and justifying her hatred towards me by declaring herself a saviour sent by God.

I think she is frustrated by the fact that every day, when I leave home to go to school, I always return.

I would bet my entire book collection that what she truly desires is me, coming back home from classes and when I'm about to end crossing the street that separates me from the hell I call home a drunk motherfucker driving a gigantic truck (or better, a school bus full of innocent infants, more dramatic), runs over me and smashes me into the pavement, guts and what once was a functional brain spilled everywhere, an unlucky old woman passing by screaming until she has a heart attack and Mom seeing all the scene from the window of our shitty apartment, smiling slightly (does she know how to smile?) to then look away, keep reading the newspaper, or the Bible, who cares, and lazily sipping her "morning" coffee due to the fact that it is 3:00 am, thinking to herself that all of this was in God's plan.

Anyways, you can start visualising the type of person my mother is, can't you? Of course she wouldn't hesitate to damage my face.

And Kanato hates her for that.

And I love him for that.

-Hey, tell me, Puppet.-I hate that nickname, "Puppet", he can't even grant me the honour of calling me his "Doll".- I'm sure I've already told you several times but up here isn't exactly your place, right, Teddy? -Teddy doesn't say anything, sitting carefully on the table where Kanato lines up all the instruments he plans to use on me whenever we come here.- Yes, Teddy I agree. Time to fix that.-

The second after he said this he pushed me onto the ground, making me stay on my knees, grabbing the chain that is attached to the collar he forces me to wear and lifting it up, making me look up at him forcefully. My neck ached. 

-Now that's better.- he chuckled.- the proper place for a good slave.-

I nodded, immersed in his beautiful purple irises that made me forget about everything else and the fact that I still didn't know what he was planning to do with me tonight.

Then suddenly, without any warning, he slapped my face, right into my bruised cheek.

-Answer with words.-

-I agree, Master.- it hurts.

It hurts so much, everything he does to me.

But how oddly good it feels, to be loved this way.

-What game should we play today, Puppet? You are still sore from yesterday, aren't you? That cut on your back was so deep I almost reached the bone, fufu, lovely, I want to see that sight of you one day, no meat left, only bones… should I end your life by cremating your body? I'll have to think about it...- 

While he was saying such romantic words, he kneeled down to be at my level and started undoing the buttons of my shirt, exposing what I was reserving for my knight in the silver armour some time ago, when I still had hope. A silent tear tragically freed itself, sliding through my face slowly, slowly…

I wanted to be in his doll collection so badly...

Wait, is that the reason?

I'll pretend it is.

He kissed my neck, making me shiver at the contact of his cold lips on one of my most sensitive spots and removed my clothes until only my brassiere stayed in the way. I'm unable to stop his motions, the handcuffs laughing at me and my tragic fate.

Despite that, and I might sound like a fool, I wanted this.

I wanted him to do a hundred things to me. This time, I craved it, for his cold hands to roam my whole body, for the silver dagger he wanted to use on me, for the black whip he uses when he considers I'm being specially naughty that day…

I want...

I…

…

My purple haired Master removed the tear from my face and tasted it, as if my suffering was his nutrient source.

-You won't be able to cover yourself today, and today no one will come to bother us.  So let's have fun, shall we? All night long…- and then, he smiled. I expected a maniac grin but no, he smiled, sweetly.

Like candy.

So I melted into his sugary words and acted like a perfect, still puppet.

For his entertainment.

For the illusion I created in my head.

…

And then, something broke the silence.

Another bloodstain to decorate the room.

And another tear that escaped from my soul…

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✨Such a prettyboy. I’m sick😩!!!✨

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✨Beautiful Jeremy, looking as thicc as ever🤩🥰😫!!!✨

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✨Damn, I love how soft he’s gotten…✨

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✨His little tummy🥰!!!✨

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✨I still haven’t recovered from this…✨

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✨Pretty face, soft tummy, and a hairy, abyssal belly hole. That looks like my perfect man.✨

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✨Missing the tummy so much bad, right now!!!✨