What do you know about fae? 👀 perhaps one that wants to keep reader all to themselves?
Yandere fae x oblivious reader
honestly not a lot but I've read a bit of fae stuff so hopefully i got everything right and stuff 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯...
You don’t really know why you started your daily walks. Well, maybe you do it was supposed to be for your health. At first, you didn’t think it worked, but once you realized it actually made you happy, you started planning different routes.
It got boring, seeing the same things all the time, anyway, and wandering around places you've never seen before made it fun.
That’s how you ended up here, standing before a seemingly abandoned forest. The only other thing in sight was a sign that urged you to stay on the path if you valued your life…that you did.
The forest itself was breathtaking there were so many flowers, wild berry bushes, and plants just off the path. Still you were one to follow rules.
Yet, the deeper you went, the taller and lusher the trees became, and you kinda felt like you were shrinking or something.
Soft laughter could be heard just a little ahead. Without realizing it, you quickened your pace through the trees. Time seemed to blur the farther you went, and you couldn’t quite remember how long you’d been walking, only that you couldn’t turn back now.
That’s when you saw it, a clearing like something out of a movie and in its center, someone just as if not more beautiful. They looked…well, you kinda couldn't tell, but they were stunning, their gaze caught yours, and they smiled.
“Come join me, honey,” they called, voice as sweet as their word choice. “It’s so lonely here, you know?”
You hesitated, hands fiddling nervously at your side. “Ah, I thought we weren’t supposed to go off the path? Won’t you get in trouble?”
They smirked fondly. “How sweet, worrying about me. But who would catch us? There’s no one here but you and me, and I’d never tattle.”
You stepped into the clearing, the long grass curling around your legs. “Were you here for a walk too?”
They shook their head, “Oh, no. I came here to find something. I thought this might be an easy way.” They patted the moss beside them. “Are you hungry, dear?”
You hesitated. “Oh, I don’t want to be rude…”
“Rude? Honey, I’d find it rude if you didn’t take my offer.” They pulled out something you didn't quite recognize and pressed it into your hand. "It's quite good, you know"
“T-thank you,” you didn't notice the way their smile sharpened, but they were so kind, and your head felt a little dizzy.
“And what did you say your name was, honey?”
“Reader?”
That earns you a soft pat on the head. Normally, this might be a little condescending, but with them, it felt different.
And as you eat the food they offered to you, you start to feel more and more tired, like you couldn't keep your head up. Slowly, they guided your head into their lap, it was like a pillow.
“Are you comfortable?" they giggle, "just let yourself relax." They run their fingers softly along your forehead. "That’s it, I'll keep you safe with me. Just listen to my voice, let it settle deep in that small head of yours. No need to think, just let the worries slip away.”
You muster up a nod as the world around you spins. “Thank you,” you mumble again.
They hummed, delighted. “So polite. You’ve given me your name, your thanks, your trust. You really are a treasure- well, my treasure, now.”
They pull you into their lap. “Just rest. I’ll take care of everything. All you have to do is listen, and you’ve been doing so well, haven’t you?" They placed a soft kiss on the top of your head
"Let your thoughts drift away. Let your eyes grow heavy. You have nothing to worry about, because you’re mine now, and I take very good care of what’s mine.”
You blinked your eyes slowly before fully closing them.
Gah, your head felt so weird…please, you just wanted them to keep petting you, it felt so good. like a puppy cuddling in their owner’s lap, is that who this was? You can't really remember all that well, but it must have been true.
Hii! Do you know about that one trend where "asking my partner permition to eat" in public or with their parents, now imagine reader doing this to bakugo infront of mitsuki
She would beat up his ass LMAO
PERMISSION ✶ FT. BAKUGOU KATSUKI
── ✶ before you read: 1k words ; fem reader ; established relationship ; mitsuki and masaru are good parents ; katsuki has an aneurysm (almost) ; masterlist.
꒰ commentary ꒱ ✶ ANON YOU ARE TOO FUNNY FOR THIS ASK LMAOOO
“Kats, am I allowed to order a drink, too?” You whisper. “This one seems good. It’s okay if I can’t, though.”
Katsuki stiffens, turning to you in disbelief. The waitress pauses. Mitsuki raises a brow. Masaru looks up from the menu in concern.
“What the fuck do you mean allowed—what…what are you talkin’ about?”
“Am I allowed to get it?” You ask, like it’s a simple question. You give him a confused look before you add, “I don’t want to order too much and then upset you.”
The waitress gives him a look from the corner of her eyes. It’s a nasty look if you’ve ever seen one, and coupled by Mitsuki’s eyes narrowing at her son, you have to fight every bone in your body not to laugh.
“Did your head get knocked loose?” He does a double take. “Why the fuck would I be upset? You…okay, you know what,” he turns to the waitress, already having enough of your antics, and says, “add a large drink to that, please.”
“A large drink, got it,” she nods slowly, jotting it down. “How generous of you.”
You bite your lip when he stares after her incredulously as she walks away. And as soon as the waitress is gone, he has another problem just waiting.
You start, “Thanks for letting me get a drink today—”
“And just what do you mean let?!” Mitsuki cuts in, staring between you and her son.
You blink at her with your best innocent look. (One good thing about making it your lifelong hobby to get under Katsuki’s skin is that you’ve learned you’re very good at the innocent look. Exceedingly good.)
“Well, I mean, I know how he feels about me ordering things, so I just wanted to check that it was okay—”
“Hah!? What the fuck are you talkin’ about?” Katsuki stares. “How do I feel about you ordering things?”
You shrug sheepishly, feigning, to your credit, a very convincingly nervous look. “I just didn’t want to upset you.”
The look on Masaru’s face twists immediately to heartbreak—like he can’t believe his son would turn out this way. Meanwhile, Mitsuki’s eyes narrow into dangerous slits. Katsuki waves a hand gesturing at you in shock as if to ask, are you seeing this? as he stares at his parents helplessly.
“She’s messin’ around, I swear, she always does this—”
“Katsuki.”
“Don’t Katsuki me—I haven’t done anything!”
“You know,” Masaru says carefully, eyeing his son in disappointment, “sometimes people don’t realize they’re behaving a certain way until there are signs. But we have to look at the signs for what they are, son.”
“Dad—”
“No, let me finish.” Masaru holds up a hand. “You’re supposed to be equals in a relationship. If she’s worried about upsetting you over something as simple as ordering a drink, maybe you should ask yourself why she feels that way.”
“Because she’s insane!”
“Katsuki!” Mitsuki hisses, pointing a finger at him as she says, “don’t call her that! The only reason for that is because you’re driving her crazy—look at her! The poor thing! She’s shaking over there, and it’s because of you!”
“She’s not shakin’ for shit! Look—look at her! She’s fighting back a fuckin’ smug little look on her face because she’s—”
Mitsuki suddenly reaches across the table and catches him by the ear. “What have I told you about making girls feel respected, huh? This is why they’ve never liked you! And now one finally does and you’re scaring her off?”
“Ow—you fucking hag!”
She gives his ear a sharp tug. “Language.”
“Ow! Let go, you old—”
You look up innocently, “Please don’t scold him, he’ll be in a bad mood when we get home.”
Mitsuki yanks his ear harder at that, steam practically pouring from her own ears, and Masaru holds a hand to his chin in deep, concerned thought.
“Just what happens at home when it’s just the two of you, huh? Why is she scared about what’ll happen when you’re home?!”
“Nothing! Literally fuckin’ nothing, she terrorizes me at home, if anything! Look with your eyes, you old hag!”
Finally taking mercy on him, you chuckle, reaching over to ruffle Katsuki’s hair. He gives you a nasty side glare, but it softens just a smidge when you lean into his side and kiss his cheek.
“I was only kidding,” you beam at Mitsuki, “I just wanted to make him sweat a bit.”
She looks at you with a cautious gaze, her fingers still tightly wrapped around Katsuki’s poor (and red) earlobe as she asks, “Are you sure you’re not just protecting him?”
“Oh don’t worry,” you hum, patting your boyfriend’s chest as he shakes his head in irritation, “you’d be the first to know if he acts even the slightest bit out of line.”
“I never get a chance to be out of line, cause you’re the bossiest—”
Just then, the waitress arrives with your drinks. She sets yours down first. “Here you go, honey.” Then she places Katsuki’s down. The sour look she gives him could practically curdle milk. “Sir.”
Katsuki stares after her as she walks off, and you giggle as you pinch his cheek affectionately. “We should come back here next week, huh baby?”
“Yeah, if my face isn’t on a wanted poster at the door,” he grumbles under his breath.
You reach over with a cheeky grin, grabbing his drink and taking a sip before taking another from your own glass. After a moment of contemplating, you hum, “I like your drink better. I’m taking it. Here—” you slide him yours as you pull his own glass to your side of the table. “You take that one.”
He turns to his mother and waves a hand. “See?! She terrorizes me!”
“I’m not seeing a problem,” she says, giving him a less than impressed look. “All I’m seeing is a poor girl finally realizing her worth after dealing with your nonsense.”
He slumps into his seat, giving up, and you lean your head onto his shoulder, beaming up at him victoriously as he gives you a tired look. (And, much to your pride, you know are getting very, exceedingly good at getting under Katsuki’s skin—it’s a hobby you’re quite talented at.)
The weird ass relationship Ghost has with you is something that would trouble most therapists. Maybe it’s his bad childhood, seeing a scrappy and tired young man just out of college working a bum job with barely enough to eat on base that makes broken instincts kick in.
Maybe it’s the fact that he spends so much time killing people for a living, that you’re his last string of sanity being held together by taking care of you even though you don’t ask. You were nervous at first, before he’d taken off the mask and you’d seen Simon underneath. A broken man, poorly socialized with eyes that stared through walls. He clung to you like you were his only saving grace, curled into you like a poor battered dog most nights when there was no more death left to keep his thoughts straight.
Either way, his dick got hard taking care of you. Neither of you had really talked about it enough to identify whatever possible possible kink this would fall under , or maybe something stranger. But every time he bought you food and watched you eat, he’d be sucking you off in the bathroom after. Feeling the slight bloat of your tummy from a good meal, grumbling happily at the way your flesh gave way under his calloused hands.
It was strange habits like that. Coming home with new soaps for you that he saw in the store, even with your favorite smells stocked. wrangling you into the tub just so Ghost could rut his soapy cock between your ass cheeks, grunting and moaning about the nice scent on your body and how much he loved cleaning his stupid mutt up. Shampooing your hair while he plugged your hole up with his dick, rubbing in moisturizer against your chest like a man determined to try and pinch your nipples off.
Buying you new clothes and humping you viciously, dry ass lips and slobbering tongue down your throat as you clung to his larger frame. Listening to him whimper against your lips as the Big Scary Ghost comes in his pants because he liked the shirt he bought for you, groping and kneading the fabric against your back as he ruined his own clothes.
Not to mention he would get you to suck him off under the kitchen table while he sat through the bills each month, every time he made a deposit was another load down your throat. Shuddering against your tight mouth, refusing to let you do anything other than slowly lap at his balls as he signed away his paycheck into your account.
Gripping your hair after a fresh cut, running his hands over the soft sensation while he rutted into you against the counter, heavy stomach against your back and pinning you against the wood no matter how much you pleaded and whimpered.
“My fuckin’ bird,” he’d snarl, “dumb lil thing. You love bein’ doted on, huh? Stupid puppy, just happy to have my attention. New toys- new collars, new car. Hm? ‘S that what you like? You like just bein a useless little brat?”
You whined pitifully at the sharp tone, even though his hands were groping you reverently, and two loads of cum were dripping out of your ass.
“Mhm- yes baby- thank you baby,” you slurred back, humming at the drool that hit your back, falling from Simon’s lips as he sped up again. So eager to please you, send you over the edge again and again. He loved taking care of you, he loved you. The thought made his hips jerk against you, a third round spilling into your holes as you whimpered about how full you felt.
“Megumi! Megumi!” Yuji yelled as he skipped over to him, wagging his tail excited, but he stood and sat down next to him after he saw how Megumi looked.
He looked rough, like really rough, and upset. “Megumi u ok?” Yuji asked quietly. Megumi open his mouth and kind of a growl come out while Yuji pulled his head back. Then Megumi started to nibble on Yuji’s head. Yuji dipped his head lower, so Megumi could get a good angle of his head.
After a while Megumi stopped and rubbed his head against his. “You good now?” Yuji asked, Megumi nodded and fell on Yuji now laying on him
“Stay” that’s all Yuji heard from Megumi before he started to nibble again. This is going to be a long night…
