Was Practicing Poses But It Turned Into A Desperate Beg For Certain Demon Cat To Not Kill Him

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✶ afab!reader. no quirk au. bnha college au. friends->lovers ✶

when you’re starting your freshman year at college, you desperately search for a cheap dorming option, even if it’s some hole in the wall. when you see an ad posted for 4 people looking for a 5th dorm mate, you figure this is the best you’re gonna get. at least you have a place to live, right?

prologue!

✶ part 1.

✶ part 2.

✶ part 3.

✶ part 4.

✶ part 5.

✶ part 6.

✶ part 7.

✶ part 8.

✶ part 9.

✶ part 10.

✶ part 11.

✶ part 12.

✶ part 13.

✶ part 14.

✶ part 15.

✶ part 16.

✶ part 17.

epilogue!

thank you for reading!

POV: You are trying to escape, but he thinks you just want to play cat and mouse

Merry Christmas everyone!

(Can this be prequel-ish everyone?)

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noted: I got inspired by this pic, soooo.... 😉 noted 2: someone continues the story pls--

warning: Satoru himself, BLOOD

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"Hey, brat, be sure to savor this."

The Strongest duo is weak to 🐱

sorry i can’t go out tonight my doctor prescribed me lay in bed all night and read sukuna smut

“Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing.” - Luke 23:34

sooo… jesus art got me to 10k on twitter😳, here is some more art, i can’t draw wolves, or clothes, or anything really

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— 18+ content, minors dni, if your age isn’t on your blog dni, aged up, arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, viking themes are light and inspired, modern language.

— chronological order, order will adjust when more are added, everything is under the #viking bkg tag

001 — WAITING FOR YOU 10.5k

your new fiancé is ruthless, rude and stupidly gorgeous. after being forced into an engagement with him to keep peace between your villages, you need to find some way to get along or at least come to an understanding. it happens quicker than you think once you catch him bathing in his private lake.

002 — BEST FOR YOU 4.4k

after a reconciling evening in the lake, you find yourself spending your first night in your fiancé’s bedroom.

003 — DIE FOR YOU 8.2k

your fiancé, chief of the strongest village, doesn’t believe you can protect yourself so when returns from a raid, he makes you prove him wrong.

004— ONLY FOR YOU 9k

on a visit to a neighbouring village, you realise all the women there either hate you or are laughing at you. apparently, your fiance has forgot to tell you one very minor detail.

4.5 — NOT FOR YOU

your new contraception has you bloated, lumpy, needy and jealous. bakugou has to deal with it.

005 — JUST FOR YOU 6.2k

your childhood friend from back home comes to visit! bakugou hates him.

scripted fate

Pairing: Yandere!CEO x Yandere!Reader

Description: Every move led you to Cassian Veltre—but his smirk said it all. You weren’t the only one pulling the strings.

Warning/s: yandere behavior | obsession | stalking | manipulation | gaslighting | possessiveness | non-consensual touching (mild) | power imbalance | psychological control | dubious morality | unhealthy relationships | toxic dynamics

Note: Random one before heading to bed. Enjoy!

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The first time you met him, it was orchestrated down to the second. The coffee shop was crowded, your friends chattering about mundane things as you calculated the perfect angle, the perfect timing. When you stood up, your shoulder brushed against his, and the steaming coffee in his hand tilted—just enough to spill onto his crisp white shirt.

"Oh no! I'm so sorry!" you gasped, reaching for your handkerchief before he could react.

His brows knitted in irritation, lips parting as if to reprimand you, but you were already pressing the soft cloth against his chest, dabbing away the stain with delicate, practiced strokes. Your fingers lingered longer than necessary, feeling the warmth of his body beneath the fabric. Your heartbeat quickened—not out of guilt, but from the thrill of touching him so intimately within minutes of meeting.

He exhaled sharply, eyes narrowing. "It's fine."

But you didn't stop, not yet. "Please, let me make it up to you," you insisted, tilting your head just right, voice honeyed with remorse and something else—something darker. "I can buy you another coffee?"

He studied you then, his annoyance melting into something more calculative. A smirk ghosted over his lips. "That won’t be necessary." He took your handkerchief from your grasp, fingers grazing yours as he folded it neatly. "But I’ll hold onto this. A little collateral, in case you owe me later."

Oh, he was good.

You returned to your table, heart pounding—not from nerves, but from the thrill of setting things into motion. Your friend Lucas raised an eyebrow, sipping his iced coffee. "That was… convenient."

"What was?" you asked innocently, stirring your drink.

"Come on," Lucas scoffed. "You’re usually so careful. And you just happened to spill coffee on one of the most well-dressed men in this place?" He smirked, leaning back. "Was he your type or something?"

You shrugged, feigning indifference. "I don’t know what you’re talking about."

Your other friend, Mia, giggled. "Well, he was ridiculously handsome. And rich, judging by that watch. I mean, if you’re going to bump into someone, might as well be a catch."

Lucas rolled his eyes. "You do realize he was totally onto you, right? He took your handkerchief like he’s keeping a receipt."

Your lips curled slightly. "Good."

The second time, you hadn’t expected to see him so soon, but you'd hoped. Your friend—a harmless pawn—had invited you to dinner at a high-end restaurant, and you'd chosen a table strategically. Back-to-back with him, close enough that you could hear the soft murmur of his voice. Close enough that he could hear yours.

And so, you spoke just a little louder than usual, laughing at your friend’s jokes, letting your voice drip with sweetness as you addressed Lucas by name. It worked. Halfway through your meal, you felt the weight of his gaze. When you turned your head slightly, you caught the way his fingers tapped against his glass, how his eyes darkened when he noticed the man across from you.

He hadn’t planned on running into you tonight. But now that you were here, now that you were seated so casually with another man, he found himself amused.

And irritated.

Lucas leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. "You know he’s listening, right? He hasn’t touched his food since we sat down."

You feigned surprise. "Who?"

"The guy from the café. The one you so conveniently ‘bumped into.’" Lucas’s eyes flicked toward the table behind you. "He keeps glancing this way."

You twirled your wine glass between your fingers, suppressing a smile. "Does that bother you?"

Lucas scoffed. "I just don’t like the way he’s looking at you. Feels… possessive. Like he already knows something the rest of us don’t."

Interesting.

His phone buzzed, a reminder of an impending meeting, but he dismissed it. Instead, he swirled the wine in his glass, contemplating. He had wanted to take his time, let things unfold naturally, but seeing you so soon—so radiant, so close yet untouchable—he realized he wanted more control.

So he arranged it. The perfect excuse to bring you into his world, to bind you to him without raising suspicion.

The job posting appeared three days later, an opening for a personal assistant to the CEO. Not a secretary. Not an assistant manager. A position that would place you right next to him at all times.

And, as he'd expected, you applied.

The moment you stepped into his office, he leaned back in his chair, watching you with open amusement. "Imagine my surprise when I saw your name among the applicants."

You feigned innocence, your smile demure. "It’s a wonderful opportunity, Mr. Veltre."

Cassian Veltre.

His lips twitched. "Is it?" He gestured for you to sit, his gaze never leaving yours. "You seem… overqualified for the position."

"And yet, you're interviewing me."

A chuckle rumbled from his chest. "I suppose I am. Tell me, what made you apply?"

You folded your hands neatly on your lap, meeting his gaze with unwavering confidence. "I've always admired this company. I think working under someone as accomplished as you would be an invaluable experience."

He hummed, amusement flickering in his eyes. "Flattery? So soon? You’re not even hired yet."

You tilted your head, feigning surprise. "Flattery? I thought I was simply stating a fact."

His expression darkened, intrigued. "I see. And tell me… would you be willing to dedicate yourself fully to this job? It’s demanding. Requires constant presence. Close proximity."

You leaned forward slightly, mirroring his intensity. "I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t ready for that."

His grip on control tightened, his heartbeat a fraction faster.

Oh, he was going to enjoy this.

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